The French Mistake Part 2

Good News... For Misha

You were awoken by the sound of somebody stomping down the staircase and it took you a moment to remember where you were and what happened. To be honest, you were hoping you'd wake up on Bobby's couch in Bobby's home back in your  world, not on your couch in your million dollar home in this world.

Y/S/N was resting on top of you, one of his little hands resting under his cheek against your chest, his other arm lazily hanging off the edge of the couch,  Stark resting on the ground just above his hand. You felt sticky and even more tired now than you were before you went to sleep.

"Y/A/N?" Misha's voice echoed through the room and he came into your view, standing behind the couch, Y/D/N in his arms. "What are you doing on the couch? And what's all over you?"

You licked your lips, your head falling back onto the armrest of the couch. "Just a few more minutes," you muttered, closing your eyes.

"Come on, sweetheart," you heard Misha say. "We need to get the kids to your parents before heading to the set. We're already forty minutes late, I was looking all over for you."

You didn't do a very good job, then, you thought, a smile appearing on your face. And then your eyes widened when his words fully registered. Your parents. No, your parents are dead, killed by a demon, the reason why you started hunting in the first place. Sam helped you mourn, it's one of the reason you fell head over heels in love with him.

"My...My parents?" Your voice was hoarse, there was no way your parents are alive, you watched them die. You watched, helplessly, as the demon murdered your parents, Sam and Dean not getting there until it was too late for them.

"At least we saved you," Sam had said at the time.

"My parents?" Excitement rose within you and you wanted to jump off the couch, but the weight of Y/S/N keeping you down.

"Yes," Misha said, setting Y/D/N on the ground as he helped you get your son off you. "All that stuff's all over you, you're gonna need to take a shower, but make it quick." For some reason, he wasn't angry.

As you stood up, you couldn't take your eyes off him. You've never seen this side of Casti- Misha. I've got to stop doing that, you thought.

"I'll make them breakfast," he said, taking a sleepy Y/S/N in the kitchen, holding your daughter's hand as well. You stood for a second, dumbfounded, as Stark got to his feet and bounced his way behind Misha.

You looked down at yourself, noticing the red sticky juice and new colors being added to the mix. How many popsicles did I devour last night?, you thought as you made your way up the stairs.

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Jared looked at you, a bottled water in his hand, watching as you stared at the key in your hand with so much focus, so much concentration that he thought for sure you were going insane.

You were sort of upset about not being able to see your parents - you were still in the shower when they came to pick up your kids, Misha giving them a call to tell them that you're late enough as it is which is why they came to you instead of you going to them - and you really wanted to see them, it'll be the first time in years.

"Y/A/N." His voice was soft, kind, cautious, and you looked up at Jared as if you didn't even know where you were for a moment. "Are you okay? Do....Do you need a coffee or something?"

"What?" You shook your head. "Sam, uh, Jared, I don't drink coffee. You know that."

He tilted his head to the side in confusion. "Y/A/N, Y/N  doesn't drink coffee," he simply stated, "but you  drink coffee as if it's the last thing you'll ever taste."