2 AM ( Misha Collins & Matt Cohen fic )

AC/DC

It was the end of my finals. Its been 2 months when i had the same schedule which consisted of waking up, eating, pooping, studying and sleeping.

I picked up and slung my bag over my shoulder and held on to the strap as I rushed over to that one book shop which had everything, including a best friend.

"Ronnie! Ye dimwit, its been 2 friggin months man. I literally thought that you were dead or something"

"Man, it's been long, I've missed you" I stepped forward and gave a hug  to the teenager with circular glasses, short wavy and dark brown hair wearing an apron as an uniform of the book store. "I've missed you too" He whispered beside my ear and i could feel him smiling at the back of my neck.

"My apologies Matt, I had finals going on. Im finally done with them though. I have officially finished education and could read all the books in the world" I grinned at him, flipping through some of the amazing Jame's Patterson's Crime mysteries. Matt looked down at me from the stool and smiled back while he stocked up the shelf right beside mine and watch his shoulders tensed up. 

"You know we should hang out after my shift."

"Sure!" my face lit up at his suggestion.  Matt let out a sigh if relief and smiled to himself.

"Ah, by the way, the new RollingStone magazine is out."

"Fuck, are you serious" I ran to the other side of the bookstore before he could reply. He was serious. The cover page was AC/DC which made everything 10 times better.   I flipped the pages frantically not noticing the man beside me flipping through the same issue magazine.

"An AC/DC fan?" The man had a strange deep erotic voice which sounded a lot like Castiel from Supernatural.

"Hell yes" I replied not bothering to look up before the late realisation. I raised my head from the magazine and rubbed my eyes in disbelief with my index finger and thumb.

"Sorry, are you, by any chance, Misha Collins?"

"The one and only" His voice returned to normal, releasing the pressure from his throat.

"Cool, I hate supernatural."

"Then how would you know my name."He smirked back, squinting his eyes a little, forming wrinkles by the side. I raised my eyebrows Failing with a good come back, i turned my focus back to the magazine.

"Come here often?" I decided to break the ice.

"That was the worst pick up line I've ever heard. And no, I just moved in here. Will you look at that, a new AC/DC album. ohohoho" He grinned ear to ear, laughing to himself at his new discovery."

"Its Y/N. l Old man, I knew about the album like a week ago. and it was not a pick up line.Let me show you what a pick up line is. "I reached for a pen in my bag and drew a line at the back of my hand and used my other hand to " pick up" the hand with the line drawn on it. I stuck out my tongue at him and he did the same. I've been waiting for a chance to tell this joke for so long.

"What. a. dumb. ass. joke." Misha unconsciously rubbed his eyes.
"Yea I'm done. Done with your whole generation. Gotta go. But can you hand me your number real quick. It's for...uh... Survey purposes."

I giggled in disbelief. " That's the worst excuse for a phone number I've ever heard man. I took his phone from his hand and swipe it. "No password wow", and typed in my phone number saving it as " Super cool ass #1 and only AC/DC biggest fan ronnie"

"Goodbye, Y/N
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"Adios Mishamigo"