Love at First Video (Misha Collins x Reader)

A Day Out to Sea

You were almost as excited as the kids were. You had never been out to sea before, and it sounded like the perfect way to spend some time with Misha. 

He drove confidently through the crowded streets of Vancouver, before turning right onto a small paved road. Up ahead was the marina, full of various types of boats. "What type of boat do you have?" You asked Misha, even though you really didn't know anything about them.

"Just a small cruiser. Something fun, but family friendly at the same time." Misha answered, before pulling into the parking lot. You climbed out, grabbing your purse and your jacket.

"Here, lets leave your purse in the trunk." Misha suggested, and you gave it over to him, just as your hand was grabbed by one much smaller.

"I want to walk with you." West told you, and you smiled down at the kid. Misha was coming around the corner, a cooler in his arms, and Maison following behind.

"Maison, why don't you go grab Y/N's hand? Then we can all walk down together." Misha suggested, and you held your hand out, hoping she would take it. It took her a minute, but she did, and you felt wonderfully happy that these two children were beginning to trust you. You followed Misha as he walked down the gradual incline, before coming to the rows of boats. It wasn't until the third row that Misha stopped in front of a classic looking white one, with white lettering, "Death to normalcy." written on the side.

"I like the name." You told him, earning a brilliant smile in return.

"Thanks. I hate the concept of being normal." He explained, stepping over and putting the cooler down. You picked Maison up, and handed her over to her father.

"I can do it myself." West said, but he held your hand as he carefully stepped into the boat, grasping his dad's hand. It was then your turn, and you carefully stepped onto board, but you still slipped, and if it wasn't for Misha you would have fallen flat on your face. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, stopping you before you could hurt yourself. Looking up into his clear blue eyes, seeing them staring down at you. The two of you stayed that way, neither one ready to make the first move, to let go first.

"Eww, are you guys going to kiss now?" West asked, breaking the mood.

"Sorry." You whispered, righting yourself, and standing off to the side, somewhat awkwardly. 

Misha shrugged his shoulders. "Don't worry about it. We'll make a sailor out of you yet." He told you, before opening a cabinet and pulling out life vests. "Can you help Maison with hers?" He asked you. You nodded, grabbing a bright pink one from him. It was harder than it looked to get it buckled onto the small girl, and by the time you had figured it out, she was laughing uncontrollably. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you glimpsed Misha staring at you, with an emotion you couldn't quite place.

"What?" You asked, a little self consciously.

He came forward, placing his hand on your waist as he whispered in your ear. "Thank you for that. Maison hasn't laughed like that in a long time. Not since her Mom passed."

You felt tears start to build up in your eyes at the thought. It was heartbreaking but touching at the same time, that something so simple had been such a big deal. Misha broke the moment by handing you your own bright orange life vest. "Here, on this boat we all wear them." He told you, and you quickly put yours on.

The next few minutes were busy, with Misha making sure everything was ready, and you getting the children settled down and in their seats. But within five minutes, Misha was pulling out of the marina, and you watched as the land slowly faded farther and farther away. 

Once you were far enough away from the other boats, Misha stopped, and turned to you and the kids. "Okay, you guys can get up and move around. But remember. No rough housing and stay away from the sides. Got it?"

Both kids nodded, before heading down into the little cabin, leaving you and Misha up top. You came forward, standing near the front of the boat, glancing down at the long expanse of blue water that went on for ever and ever. "It's so beautiful." You said, enchanted.

"Yes it is." Misha agreed, but when you turned to look at him, his gaze wasn't on the water, it was on you. He came striding forward, his movement surprisingly smooth on the boat. You could only watch as he gently placed his hands upon your waist, drawing you near until your life vests were touching. "Thank you so much for coming."

"Thank you for inviting me." You answered, caught in the water's reflection shining in his eyes.

"Y/N, I know we've just met. But seeing you, holding my children's hands, having you make my daughter laugh. If I wasn't already falling for you last night, I certainly am now." He told you, his eyes showing how sincere he really was being.

"Misha, I appreciate what you're saying." You started, and you could feel him pulling away. "But don't you think it's a little quick to start talking about feelings? I mean, we've only been talking to each other for a week."

He sighed, stepping back and running his hands through his hair. "I know, and it seems crazy. But I never thought I would have these feelings for anyone after Vicki, and yet here you are. Please tell me I'm not the only one that's feeling this way!" He pleaded, and you glanced around to make sure the children were still in the cabin.

"Of course you're not the only one. I never thought that you would even be interested in someone like me. It's just a little overwhelming." You told him, but he caught the emotions running through your words, and he came forward, and you weren't sure what he was going to because just then Maison came running up from the cabin.

"Daddy! West pushed me." She cried, running into his arms, cutting off the conversation. Holding his daughter in his arms, he looked your way, promising this conversation was far from over.

The rest of the boat trip was smooth and uneventful. West and Maison were fun and energetic children to be around, and soon they had you playing games and laughing along with them. Misha had brought a simple lunch of peanut butter and jelly, and you laughed along with the kids at Misha who somehow had got peanut butter all over his face.

It was dusk by the time Misha pulled the boat back into the marina. Both kids were sleeping in the cabin, and as soon as the boat was tied up, you were gently picking Maison up off the couch. This time, you were able to get off the boat with ease, and waited for Misha who was carrying a sleeping West in his arms. Gently placing them in their car seats, you slid into the passenger seat, leaning back and closing your eyes.

"Well, how did you like today?" Misha asked quietly, as he pointed the car back in the direction of town, and your tiny apartment. 

"It was amazing." You whispered, your eyes still closed.

The rest of the trip was quiet, and before you knew it, Misha was stopping the car. "Y/N, we're here." He told you, gently placing his hand on your shoulder. Sighing, you opened your eyes, turning your head so you could give him a tired smile. He looked behind him, making sure the kids were still asleep before leaning forward, and gently placing his lips against your own. They were a little chapped, but warm, and you felt yourself melting into the kiss, but before you knew it he was pulling away.

"I had the best time today." Misha said. "I can't wait to see you again."

"Hopefully soon." You replied, before stepping out of the car, waving as Misha pulled away.