(Y/N means your name)
You awake to a thumping noise. Standing up, you look out the door just as West zooms by. You laugh quietly and chase after him. When you get to the bottom of the stairs, you pick him up, spinning around slowly. "Y/N!" he cries, letting out a squeal of delight. When you let him down he looks up to you, "Hungry?" You shrug and grab his hand, walking with him to the kitchen. You pick him up and put him on your back, walking up to the fridge and grabbing some milk.
All of a sudden you you hear a shout. "NO! I want juice!" cries West, slapping your head.
"Fine, lets get some orange juice. Want some cereal?"
"Sure...." he said, distracted. He reaches for the thing of ketchup and you sigh, grabbing it.
~Three Hours Later~
After strenuous attempts for breakfast not to end in a complete and utter mess, you end up with burnt toast, grapefruit with ketchup, and orange juice.
"Come on West, we made enough to feed a circus. Wanna give some to dad?" You ask, setting some in front of reluctant West.
"YES LETS GO!" he yelled, hopping up and grabbing some of the food. He began running towards the stairs, spilling juices all over the place. You quickly swoop up and pick up the food.
"Maybe I should carry the food upstairs, and you can give it too them." you say, slowly climbing up the stairs, trying to lessen the mess you know you will clean up so your parents don't have to.
When you arrive at the door, you hear talking. You quickly look out a window and realize the sun has already risen. You let out a sigh and knock before West could break the door open. You hear a faint "come in" and walk inside, seeing your dad pull on a jacket and your mother at the vanity. You quickly set the food on the nearest surface and run out, leaving the rest to West.
~Twenty Minutes Later~
Misha walks downstairs carefully, worried about spilling the barely eaten breakfast and watching for spills. He smiles when he sees you, and smiles even wider when he sees the kitchen cleaner than before you had made breakfast. You smile back from your chair at the table, with toast and a cup of tea on your place mat. You signal at him to sit across from you, set with the same food. He sets the bowls down in the sink and sits across from you.
"Please tell me a magical fairy did this so you didn't have to? Because I would feel terrible if you did..."
Shaking your head you spread jam on the toast. "I felt really bad about not helping any other time he's made a mess, it is only fair. Plus, I did contribute a little to the mess. I tried but it is easy to fall into the swing of it."
He just laughs and butters his bread, smiling, "thanks..." Is all he says before eating it all in one bite. You both laugh.
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Hey! I hope you guys liked this. I was thinking of doing a different one this making a part two. THANKS! 💕 – Zora
YOU ARE READING
Supernatural Imagines
Short StoryHI SO I AM WRITING THIS BECAUSE I HAVE AN IMAGINATION. Have you ever wanted to be a child of the actors? A sibling of the Winchesters? I guess that is what this book is for
