Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Faces- Misha

"All right scene 38, take two!" You heard the shout from walking from getting you makeup done.

"Looking good, Y/n," Jensen said as he passed you in the hallway. Your makeup was supposed to make you look blood splattered and beaten.

"Shut up, Jensen!" you snickered and he held his hands up in surrender. You smiled and continued walking, before turning back. "Wait, who's on?"

"Misha, he's doing a scene with Jared," your co-actor told you. You nodded and continued walking, a plan forming in your head.

"And you're not watching them?" You turned back again  raised an eyebrow. On set, Jared and Jensen were nearly inseparable, pretty much brothers.

"I'm planning a little something against Misha in his trailer." He winked at you and shuffled closer to you. "Try and distract him for me, I need time." With a mischievous look, you nodded.

"I was going to do that anyways, now go!" you sing-songed before running to the set.

Once you got there, you saw Misha and Jared going through their lines. It was almost too perfect, they probably wouldn't be doing any more takes if they finished properly.

You smiled and stepped into Misha's view and did your best Gollum, from Lord of the Rings, impression- Without the voice, of course.

You saw the corners of his mouth turn upwards and he started squinting, focusing on not laughing. So you decided to kick your impression up a bit. Only stopping when loud laughter echoed across the set.

"Cut!" Robert shouted, then turned to look at you. You straightened yourself and gave him an innocent look. "Y/n, what did you do?"

"I don't know, it must be the makeup." You pointed at you 'bloodied' face. "Isn't that right Misha?"

"Oh yes, of course." He gave you a bitch face that would give Jared's a run for his money.

"Alright, reset!" Misha and Jared went back to their positions, Jared snuck you a thumbs up. You winked. "Scene 38 take three!"

You next tried reacting Harry Potter in just movements, making sure you nailed Voldemort's faces perfectly.

"Scene 38 take four!"

Next, you tried to be Davy Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest playing his organ.

"-take five!"

"-take six!"

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"Alright, break!" The actors and film crew started moving away from their spots. You skipped over to Misha, he turned to you and gave you a playful glare.

"I thought you might want to know that you look beautiful. Those faces-" he paused for effect, putting on a thinking face, "they show your inner personality."

"Deep, Misha," you giggled.

"If they told me it would be like this working with you-"

"You would have still taken the job because I am perfect the way I am," you finished, evil smile on your face. He rolled his eyes.

"Actors to their places!" You heard Robert shout. You quickly slipped your phone into Castiel's trench coat prop. You watched as Misha stepped into place, getting into character.

"You beautiful, Y/n!" he yelled towards you before the cameras started rolling.

"Scene 38, take eight!"

You saw Jensen walking towards you, giving you a victorious look.

"Is the job done?" you leaned over and asked.

"Yep," he replied, smiling as he watched Jared and Misha do their scene again.

"Lemme do one more thing. I need you to call me, my cell." 

Jensen nodded with a quizzical look and pulled out his phone. Misha was halfway through his lines and got so startled when your ringtone blared through the trench coat.

"Cut!" Robert was starting to get agitated, you knew it was time to stop playing your pranks.

"You know, Misha, you are supposed to silence your cell phones on set," you drawled. With an accusing look and a shrug, you shared a look with Jensen. With talent of an actor, both of you looked innocent.

"You little-" The actor ran off the set and charged at you, seeing through your act. You let out a screech and the rest of the crew burst into laughter, you faintly saw Jared grab the wall for support from laughing so hard. Misha chased you down the halls, both of you laughing like children. You headed back towards the set and bumped into Jensen.

"Help me, Jensen, Misha is going to kill me!" You hid behind him, trying to contain your giggles.

"Where-oh-where could Y/n be?" You heard footsteps start circling Jensen.

"She's not behind me," Jensen said, before quickly stepping away from you, exposing your position to Misha. You yelped as he tackled you, pinning you to the floor.

Dang, he was strong!

"Gotcha." He gave you a triumphant look. Then he grabbed his own phone and started typing. "Y/n being a pest on set, I think she should have been cast as the Trickster. Send."

"You're seriously tweeting this?" He gave you a casual look and you sighed. "Let me go." He chuckled as he stood up and offered you a hand, which you took, blushing.

"Actors on set! Misha and Y/n stop flirting so we can finish the scene!"

Jensen snickered as the trench coated actor turned away and returned to the set, leaving you with a couple of makeup artists trying to fix your hair and 'blood' after what happened.

"Shut up, Jensen," you muttered softly, trying to get the actor to stop sending you suggestive looks.

Filming for the day had been finished, you were walking with Misha to his trailer, noting J2 following. Misha opened the door to the trailer and immediately hundreds of bouncy balls flooded out, bouncing across the lot.

Jensen and Jared's snickers faded as they ran away, leaving it just you and Misha.

"Y/n, did you do this?"

"Nope, it was Jensen. I had to distract you so he could do this though." The rubber balls were still bouncing around.

"Oh my God."

"Don't use your father's name in vain." You did your best Castiel impression.

"That was terrible."

You only shrugged, looking around you. "I wish I could take a picture of this." You reached for your phone, then froze. Misha hadn't given it back.

"Looking for this?" He gave you a grin as he pulled your phone of his pocket.

"May I have it back, please?"

"Depends," he sighed.

"On what, I said 'please.'"

"Very nice, now you said it twice." 

You glared at him. "Bitch."

"Jerk."

"That's our thing!" Jared's voice called.

But Misha didn't respond to Jared, instead he pressed his lips to yours. You felt your phone drop into your jacket pocket as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Though shocked at first, you didn't pull away. Instead you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back. When you pulled apart, he smiled.

"See you tomorrow, Y/n."

"Bright and early. Goodnight, Misha."