Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<shes mine> (misha x reader)

Summary: You and the boys attend a convention. Yours and Misha's feelings for eachother grow, and fans get let in on some romantic news.

*smut warning*

You groan, shifting on your seat on the plane as a pair of large hands begin rocking you.
"(Y/n), get up. We're here." You can hear Misha speak softly, trying to wake you up.
"Five more minutes." You mumble, pulling your sleeping mask further over your face.
Misha grins and begins poking you in your side, a spot where your rather ticklish. You grin, your cheeks lifting the mask from your eyes and allowing the overhead lights to spill under the fabric. You wiggle and giggle, finally lifting your back off of the seat and swatting his hands away.
"I knew that would work." Misha says. You pull the mask off of your eyes, shaking your head as he flashes you a cheeky smile.
"Asshat." You glare playfully.
"Uh, excuse me. You mean Ass-Butt." Misha lifts his hand and wags a finger at you.
You scoff and lift your hand, smacking his finger out of your face. Misha gasps and cradles his other hand, kissing his finger.
"She didn't mean it." He cooed.
"Stop being an idiot and help me get my luggage." You snort. Misha chuckled and stood up, making room for you to slip out of the seats and into the isle beside him. You shake your head, standing up and pulling your sleeping mask off. You stuff it into your pocket and duck under Mishas arms as he reaches up to pull your guys' luggage out of the over head compartment.
"Jared and Jensen are going to be waiting for us in the airport." Misha glanced down at you as he handed you one of your bags. You huff and take the heavy duffel into your arms, slipping it over your shoulder and reaching up to help him guide your other bag out.
"Yeah, hope they won't be pissy that we came a day late." You huff.
"Those two? Pissy? Please, they would never." Misha says sarcastically. You smile up as him as he hands you your last bag. He returns the smile. You step aside and wait for him to lug his bags down.
You and Misha have been close friends since highschool. You've had feelings for him since you met. He was witty, and charismatic, and he had the cutest darn smile. But you never made it far in the confessing your love part of your friendship. This was because of his highschool crush and former highschool sweetheart Victoria. Misha confided in you and let you know about his feelings for Victoria during a walk home from school. Since that day you've swallowed your feelings for him and happily let your love go to be happy with someone else. It hurt, obviously, it's not like letting your highschool crush go and love someone else was easy. You congratulated and supported Misha when him and Vic got together, when they had their kids and when they got married.

For the past two years you've felt terrible about yourself. Misha and Vic got divorced and it really took a toll on your friend. You and the boys helped him get over it by hanging out with him at your places. He took to crashing in your guest room till he was settled. Since then he's recovered, and you two have seemed to have gotten closer (if that was even possible). But since his divorce your feelings for him have unsheathed, and you found yourself struggling not to get to close to him. Your an affectionate person, so it was hard. You found yourself hugging onto his arms, fixing his hair, painting his nails and all that. It made you hate yourself, if we're being honest. You didn't want to get into something with Misha so soon after his divorce, and you were scared how the press would take it. You were even more fearful of what his ex wife and kids might have thought. You seemed to have gotten lost in your thoughts, Misha's voice drawing you out of your head.
"(Y/n)? (Y/n), are you alive? Do I have to call for the defibrillator?" Misha gently placed a hand on your shoulder, leaning down to level his face with yours.
You shook your head, instinctively leaning back after realizing how close he was to you. You turned your face down and started down the isle, hiding the flush in your cheeks.
"Was thinking about what antics that Jared might get into on the stage, you know how that big idiot can get." You joked, glancing over your shoulder at Misha as he followed after you.
"Yeah, let's hope that there isn't a keyboard this time." Misha chuckled.
You snort and adjust your bags over your shoulder as you walked off of the plane.