Love at First Video (Misha Collins x Reader)

Free Time

You hated the days that Misha went to work. Not because it left you alone with the kids, but for the fact that you hardly even saw him right now. There were many nights you would fall asleep, lonely in that big bed you shared, only to wake up as he was leaving bright and early the next morning.

You understood an actor's life was hectic and crazy, filming when they needed to, be it night or the middle of the day. But you hated the fact that the only time you seemed to spend  with him was at breakfast, or if you were lucky a hurried love making session before you both collapsed in exhaustion for the night.

The kids kept you busy each day. You were getting West ready for school, buying him clothes and supplies, going to back to school night. Maison was eligible for preschool, and you had signed her up for that, meaning you would have a couple of hours each morning to yourself.

You figured you would use that time to start planning for your wedding. You had done as promised, settling on a date, surprising Misha with it when he came home one day. It had been hard to plan, making sure it was on a weekend so no filming was taking place, and also making sure there was no convention scheduled that day.

You had always wanted a fall wedding, but that was out of the question, with filming in its beginning stages. You had finally decided on December. Misha would be on break, and winter was always pretty. Misha had been excited, not caring about the when, as long as it happened.

"Y/N, come on!" West yelled, running in front of you, breaking you from your thoughts. You laughed, moving to rush forward to meet him, but a hand holding yours tightened it's grip, stopping him. 

"West, wait for us!" Misha yelled, bringing his son back. It was one of the rare sunny weekends, and you and the kids were grateful Misha didn't have to spend it at a convention. Instead, he had ushered you all into his car, making sure to pack extra clothes, towels, and food. But he wouldn't tell you where you were going. The kids seemed excited, but they were just glad to have their Dad with them. 

It had been a wonderful surprise, a secluded but beautiful spot hidden in the hills surrounding the town. Full of trees, and ferns, the air was chilly, much more so than in town. After getting everything situated, Misha had taken off down a wide and easy trail, both kids rushing off in front of him, having a blast. "I wish I had brought my camera." You told Misha, who chuckled before pulling out his phone.

"That's why they invented these. No, not for calling like most people think. But for the camera that's lodged within." He teased, before pulling you to him and snapping a selfie of the two of you together. 

"Please send me that one. I love it, and thank you for this. I've missed you so much the last few weeks." You told him, as you kept on moving. "This is gorgeous scenery."

"Yeah, Vicki and I found it when we first moved up here. I liked it more than she did, and I usually try to take the kids up here a couple times each year." He said, his voice a little melancholy, and you squeezed his hand. "Hopefully it can be our special spot too."

"Mom, you need to see what's up here!" West yelled, and it still made your heart sing to hear him call you that. Pulling Misha with you, you raced around the corner, stopping at the beautiful sight in front of you. Both kids were standing on a sandy bank, smoother and softer looking than those at the cusp of the ocean. It was a crystal clear pond, with a waterfall at the end. Surrounded by trees and undergrowth on one side, the other was full of nothing but beautiful white sand.

"It's amazing." You whispered. 

"Yeah, we think so too. We love to come and wade in it." Misha said, sitting down to help Maison pull her shoes off. You followed suit, and soon all of you were ankles deep in the cool but refreshing water.

Misha turned to his kids, as you stayed by his side. "Now remember, no deeper than your waist, stay by the beach. Got it?" He told them, and both of them nodded. Going in a little deeper, you turned to Misha, who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow. Before you could move, he had you wrapped in his arms, holding you high in the air. 

"Don't you dare!" You exclaimed, but instead of listening, he released his hold on you, and you went flying down into the water, getting completely soaked. "Misha!" You sputtered as you wiped your face, his arms once again wrapped tight around you.

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you, just as you looked for the kids. "Misha, where's Maison?" You asked, looking frantically for the little girl. Just then you heard her little voice, yelling help, and you turned to see her at the other side of the natural pool, about fifteen feet away. Where all the underbrush came over the edge. The water was up to her neck, and you could tell she was having trouble keeping afloat. 

Without thinking, you dove under the water, swimming over to her as fast as you could. Your heart freezing every time she went under water, and you saw all the vines and branches that could snag her and hold her under. 

What seemed like hours later, you reached her, Misha coming up on the outer bank. Grasping her under the arms, you lifted her up and out, handing her to her dad, who made his way back to the bags, wrapping a towel around her. She seemed okay, just a little shaken up.

Feeling relieved, you dove under the water, planning to swim back to where West was wading. As you spurred yourself forward, you felt something wrap around your ankle, holding you in place. Turning around, you saw the vines and grass on the bottom of the pool wrapped around your ankle, keeping you from moving. 

Frantically you pawed at them, trying to get them to release their hold, but there were too many and they were too tight, and soon black dots were filling your vision, your chest burning from lack of fresh oxygen.

One last time you pulled against the vines, feeling a couple of them snap, your frantic movements slowly with fatigue, and you felt yourself start floating, the black slowly taking over your vision, as you lost consciousness.