SPN One Shots (Characters and Actors)

*Misha* You Sound Beautiful

"Hello, do you have a question?" Misha was doing a panel at one of the Supernatural convention and was answering questions that fans asked him; one fan asked a rather peculiar question.

"Hi. Um, I was actually going to ask if I could feel what you look like please." You asked, really hoping you could, as you didn't actually know. The crowd murmured, wondering what you meant.

"Sorry, just clarifying. Did you say feel?" Misha asked. He didn't understand, but when he saw what you actually looked like, he understood. "Oh, feel. I get what you're asking. Would you like to come up?"

The crowd erupted in conversations, not understanding at all. They didn't understand, what was special about this girl.

Said girl was being led to the stage by one of her friends, walking to the stairs on the side of the stage and stepping towards the middle. Misha caught her hand and shook it as greeting. "Nice to meet you, what's your name?"

"It's (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n). Nice to meet you too." The girl was shy, wearing a overlarge hoodie and skinny jeans. She had long light brown hair that was bleached by the sun, making it appear almost blonde. Her lips were a light pink, her nose was small, and her eyes were covered by black sunglasses. She clicked her tongue occasionally and in her hand was a white metal rod. Some audience members were still naive, but most realized why the girl was feeling what Misha looked like.

"How long, if you don't mind me asking."

She laughed lightly, her lips turning into a small smirk. "How long have I waited for the question, or how long have I been blind?" She joked, as if she didn't mind her condition.

Misha smiled, amused at her question to his. "Hm," He pretended to think. "Both."

"Well, I was the line for about 10 minutes. I've been blind for 23 years. Actually 24 today." She clicked her tongue again, looking straight at Misha's face.

"Woah. Really? 24 years? That's actually pretty awesome."

"Really? Most people have sympathy, and try to help me across streets that I don't need to cross." They both laughed at that, as did the audience.

"Want to feel how I look now?"

"Please." (Y/n) moved forward cautiously, her hands out in front of her. Misha carefully took her hands and led them up to his face. Her fingers danced across the features of his face, tracing everywhere on his skin, memorizing every bump, hair, and curve on his face. She smiled, and talked as she felt.

"You feel beautiful." She giggled, and taking her hands off his head, took two steps back to make room between them.

"I've never had anyone say that to me before. They've said I look beautiful but never feel." They joked together, both smiling. (Y/n) was smiling more than she ever had since she lost her eyesight.

"Hey." Misha whispered. "Want my number? You're a very nice person and I'd love to hang out."

"Sure."

"Alright. (Blahblahblah)."

Misha leaned away again and smiled again. "Thank you for letting me come up. It was fun."

"You're very welcome."

And with that, (Y/n) walked down the stairs and back to her seat. She sat through the rest of the panel, listening to questions being asked and answered. After it finished she got a cab back to her hotel, laying down on the queen-sized bed. She sighed and thought about calling Misha, pondering if she should. After several minutes she pulled her phone out, a specialized device her dad had invented for her. Instead of regular buttons it was braille, and specific bumps, one for each letter, one for each number, were raised up on a rubber pad. (Y/n) loved it and thanked her dad a million times over for it.

She slowly typed in the number he had given her, and pressed the call button. It rang a couple times before it was picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Misha."

Laughter came from the other line. "Hello (Y/n)." 

"Guess what?"

"What?"

(Y/n) smiled and closed her blind eyes. "You sound beautiful."