Supernatural imagines

MishaxReader

I sat on one of the empty benches. "Stupid guy, stupid tickets, stupid everything." I mumbled to myself as I took a big sigh.

One hour ago, I had everything I could ask for. Well, at least the things that I could have. I had gotten tickets to meet and greet with Misha Collins.

My bestfriends ex, gave it to me and it was surprising because I though he hated me. He apologized of how he acted when I was dating his bestfriend and I accepted the apology. He was so nice and I was unbelievable happy. Misha collins, did after all save my life.

Anyway, when I had got the ticket, it never left my hand. Hell, I even slept with it. I would fall into imaginary land with the one ticket to heaven beside me. People thought I was crazy, but they didn't know shit.

So when the day finally came, which was today, I was thrilled over the fact that I was suppose to meet Misha. Well, didn't that go to hell. It turned out that the ticket he gave me was fake. He had designed it himself and did all this to hurt me. Idiot.

Of course I was sad, but a part of me saw something like this coming. Everytime I think I'll have some fun, it turns into a disaster, but I did not except this kind of a cold hearted joke. He knew how much I loved Misha.

It was getting pretty late. The dark was showing (just like season 11) and people were leaving. I decided to stay here and look up at the sky. I always adored the stars.

My eyes were starting to get shut, but not until a man were standing in front of me. "Are you okay?" The man asked. The voice! It sounded like . . .

I opened my eyes and saw Misha freaking Collins standing in front of me, asking me if I was okay. I must have been dreaming, but it felt too real. Wait, was this real? It couldn't be!

My jaw dropped, but I managed to slap my hand over it. I was speechless. I was staring at him whit thousands of thoughts were racing through my head. Some of them were even prayers filled with thanks and happiness to God.

"Oh my God, are you having a seizure?" He asked with the chuckle only Misha could make. He bend down to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. Our faces were close, so close that I could clearly see his eyes.

HIS EYES.

"Mosquitos has 47 teeths." I said, still shocked. Wait, what? God, what was wrong with me? Great, now he must think I'm weird. Wait, it's Misha I'm talking about; he would probably say that on important meetings. Right?

I always say something random and, well, it's weird, but that's what happens when I'm shocked or suprised. That was just a part of me.

He started laughing, which made my cheeks grow hot and red. "I thought they had 48." He said and frowned his eyebrows and tilted his head in confusion. Arg, gotta love his confused face. It was like looking at Castiel on my laptop while eating popcorn.

I laughed with him and awkwardly looked down at my shoes. "So, why are you sitting here?" He asked as he sat down across me. I chuckled a bit to myself as I felt embarrassed and ... angry. "Well, I had a ticket to meet the supernatural crew, but it turned out to be fake." I said and looked up to him. He seemed surprised. So embarrasing.

"But that doesn't matter, though. I mean, you're here." I said, giving him a soft smile.

I still couldn't believe how calm I was. I should have been crying and jumping over him or something.

"I guess I am." He said. "So, what's your name?" He seemed interested. I loved this man. "I'm y/n." I replied. "Nice to meet you, y/n. I would've said my name, but I guess you already know." He said and we both chuckled. "Can we take a photo?" I managed to spit out. Great! Now I seem too desperate. "Of course!"

We got up while I took my phone out of my pocket and went on camera. My hands were shaking and I didn't know if I could hide it. I held it up in the air as Misha wrapped his arms around my waist, smiling directly at the camera. I wanted to fangirl the whole time, but didn't want to scare him out.

As I had taken the photo, he slowly let go of me. "So, I've never done this," he chuckled, "but I feel sorry for the fake ticket, so do you maybe want to meet the rest of the crew?" He asked, which made my heart jump.

"OH GOD, YES! Um, I mean, O-Of course!" I said, over-excited. Shit, I could hide it, now he's scared. "Great! Let's go." He said and placed his hand on my shoulder as we walked our way.

A/N

Sorry I haven't been writing anything lately, I have had some problems home, and I haven't really had time.

But I do have ideas, so stick with me!