A/N: Victoria is non-existent in this universe.
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Let's see. Milk, eggs, butter, the usual. You thought to yourself. Shopping. The worst form of torture. As you grabbed a carton of eggs, something tugged at your pants. It was a little boy with blond hair. He seemed to be on the verge of tears.
"Are you alright little buddy?" you asked the boy softly.
"I can't find my daddy," he whimpered, scared.
"Do you want help finding him?" you offered.
"Yes, please. Can I sit on your shoulders, though?" he asked.
"Sure. What's your name?" you said, lifting him up.
"West," he spoke softly.
"That's a cute name," you said.
You and him both went down all the aisles. As you were about to give up, you heard an urgent voice call behind you.
"West? Where are you?"
"Daddy!" West screeched.
A guy came running up to you as you put West down. He ran up to the man.
"There you are! Geez, don't do that! You scared the crap out of me!" he said, sounding relieved. That voice sounded really familiar. The guy looked back up at me, and I realised. It was Misha. Friggin. Collins. You almost couldn't contain the fangirl when you realised who it was. Your mouth started moving, but no words came out.
"Are you ok?" Misha chuckled.
"I- You're- How," is all you managed to squeak out.
"I'm going to safely assume that you already know who I am," he said, one eyebrow raised in amusement.
"Can I hug you," is the first coherent string of words you made.
"Sure," he chuckled again. You ran and hugged him tightly, which caused him to grunt in surprise. "Oof."
"Sorry," you said, hugging him still. This was Misha Collins! You weren't gonna let him go until it was absolutely necessary! He hugged you back immediately, though.
"I've gotta go," he said after a little while. He was the best, letting random strangers hug him, and hugging them back.
"Nooooo," you said softly.
"I know, I'm sad too. You're really cute." It took me a minute to process this. Cute? Misha Collins. Called you cute.
"Wait, what?!" you said, shocked.
"Well, you are." he said matter of factly.
"Oh. Well. Thank you," you said, trying to keep your inner fangirl from showing. It was trying to get through, trying to screech and jump and tackle him.
"Well, do you want my number, or not?" he said, smirking.
You nodded so violently that you're surprised your head didn't fly off your shoulders. After exchanging numbers, he said , "Call you later."
Paying for your things as quickly as you could, not caring if you forgot something. Quickly driving home, you raced to your room, grabbed a pillow, and screeched so loudly, so inhumanly, that someone walking past your house grew very worried that someone was being brutally murdered.
