Love at First Video (Misha Collins x Reader)

Starting Off

I just wanted to say this story idea was requested by AmazinDan. I've never written anything like this, so I really hope it doesn't suck! Thank you for reading!

"Thank you for this chance Mrs. Moore." You exclaimed to your boss. Smiling, she waved off your thanks. "It's the least I could do. The kids love you, and you are great with them. As long as it doesn't get too out of control, then I don't mind." She told you, grabbing her briefcase and heading out the door. "By the way, Amelia has dance practice tonight, but I'm not sure I will be home in time."

As soon as she shut the door behind her, you started dancing around, excited beyond belief. You had been getting the nerve up to ask her for almost a month now, and it was a lot easier than you had thought it would be.

See, you wanted to be a Youtuber, have people watching videos you made. But that wasn't it, you wanted something fun, and family friendly, that parents and kids would both enjoy. You had thought long and hard, and decided a cooking show with the kids you babysat would be the perfect thing. You loved to cook, you loved kids, and it would definitely add a humor factor to the whole thing. You were so busy dancing around, that you didn't hear the tiny little foot steps coming up behind you.

"Miss Y/N, you're so silly!" Amelia, who was six laughed at you. Her brother, Griffin, who was four years old was right behind her, laughing as he finished eating his banana.

You stopped dancing, and smiled back at them. "How do you guys feel about making a video?"

Of course they were eager, they loved watching themselves on your phone, computer, anything. Sitting them down, you explained what was going to go on. "We are going to do a cooking show. You guys will be in the lead, coming up with the recipe, and the ingredients, and at the end, we all get to try it." You told them, grinning widely as they smiled at the idea.

"What would you like to cook?" You asked them, laughing with some of the ideas they came up. "Whoa guys, let's start small, something easy."

Finally deciding on some sort of fruit salad, you sent them upstairs to get dressed, while you double checked your tote bag, making sure you had everything you needed, a camcorder, a tripod, and your laptop. Everything was charged and ready to go, and you were ready to take the kids shopping.

Upon arriving at the grocery store, you pulled out your camcorder, reminding them to pick out items for the recipe, and only the recipe. They nodded, beyond excited, before you grabbed one of the small shopping carts. It wasn't as easy as it sounded, pushing a cart while trying to film two children running around the produce section, grabbing different items and asking you if they were okay.

"Miss Y/N, is this a fruit?" Griffin asked, holding out a head of lettuce. Shaking your head no, you laughed as he went to the next item, asking each time until he came to the bananas. When you nodded yes, he became excited, tossing them into the basket.

The shopping trip was exhausting, but fun, and soon the three of you arrived back at the house, unloading your goodies. Setting the camera up on the tripod, you left it running as you asked them how they wanted to start.

"Can we cook stuff?" Amelia asked, and you shrugged your shoulders.

"I want to cook the apples!" Griffin exclaimed, as Amelia grabbed a pan.

You laughed so hard you were almost crying as they worked hard, creating a meal that you weren't sure you were going to be able to eat in the end. But you stayed tough, making sure not to hurt their feelings, telling them it looked pretty delicious.

"Can we eat it now?" Amelia asked you, as she poured the multi colored, soupy mixture into different bowls. Making sure the camcorder was pointed in the right direction, the three of you sat down at the table, both kids watching you, waiting for you to take the first bite. Pasting a smile onto your face, you dipped your spoon into the mixture, lifting it up to your lips. It wasn't horrible, but there were so many overlaying flavors that you weren't sure how much you could handle.

Amelia and Griffin, noticing that you hadn't died, eagerly dipped into theirs, taking huge bites. You laughed as they both glanced up at you, identical looks of disgust on their faces.

"Come on." You sighed. "Let's clean up this mess, and then I will make you some mac and cheese."

Later that night, when the kids were asleep, you brought out your laptop, working on editing the footage. You chuckled as you rewatched some of the scenes, enjoying the looks on everyone's faces as they tried it the first time.

After a headache, and much video editing, you were ready to upload it to Youtube. Hopefully, people would like it, and if they did, you could branch out, working on making fun and yummy meals for children to eat.

After it had been uploaded, you leaned back, waiting for Mrs. Moore to get back home so you could go home and sleep. She showed up a little after eight, and after letting her know how everything had gone, you left, ready to return to your tiny little apartment.

It wasn't much, you thought to yourself as you unlocked the door. It was a one bedroom hole in the wall, with water that ran cold more than hot, heating that only wanted to work during the summer, and a fire escape blocking your main window. But it was yours, and yours alone, and it was worth it.

Changing into sleep shorts and a tank top, you collapsed on top of your bed, checking your phone. You had a couple of notifications on your Youtube account, and you sat up, your exhaustion forgotten. The first couple were people saying how cute it was, how adorable the kids were, and how brave you were to try the food. But it was the last one that caught your eye. You enjoyed the show Supernatural, so it was easy to identify the name, Misha Collins.

"Misha Collins liked my video!" You screamed to yourself, excited beyond belief. You couldn't believe it! Cas was slowly becoming your favorite character on Supernatural, and you had just come to realize that Misha had children of his own, but his wife had passed away over a year ago.

While you were still incredibly excited over the fact that he liked your video, you noticed an icon popping up, letting you know he had left a comment. Your hands shaking, you clicked on it.

My dear Miss Y/L/N, I would like to talk to you. While I liked your video a lot, I was wondering if you knew you stole the idea from me. Please email me back. Misha.