Supernatural imagines

Misha Collins

Readers point of view

I was just getting out of my charity event for the kids with out homes called 'charity for home's'. I was ready to go home to go eat leftovers and watch reruns of 'Bones'. But i wasn't ready to go home to an empty home. Misha was away for the weekend at Torcon. I loved him and his job and of course his fans but i still missed him when he was away. 

I hopped in my dark blue Jeta and headed home.  It took awhile but I finally pulled up to the beautiful house that I called home. As I climbed out of the car my feet hurt so I took of white heels. I unlocked the door and was immediately was met by the scent of food. I quickly grabbed my phone and tip toed down the hallway into the kitchen quietly. 

As soon as I rounded the corner I dropped my phone and my hand flew over to cover my mouth. Misha turned around and ran towards me and engulfed me into a much needed and wanted hug.

As we pulled away he smashed his lips into his lips into mine.  It was passionate and needed.  As we both pulled away for air he finally spoke.

"You weren't supposed to be home this soon" he said pressing our foreheads together. 

"What do mean I wasn't supposed to be home this soon you are supposed to be at Torcon what are you doing home" i said laughing.  "What is it a crime to come home early and to see my beautiful wife to be" he said flashing that beautiful smile. 

"Now how about you go sit down relax and I'll go back to cooking" he said pushing me to the table. Then he went back to cutting the vegetables and putting them in a medium sauce pan.

Soon he had placed one of my favorites in front of me.  I looked up at him and smiled. 

"So how was Torcon" i said honestly interested. "Very interesting but i missed you" he said putting his hand on top of mine.

After we finished our wine and dinner Misha just got up and left the table.  "Misha. Hey babe were did you go" I asked worried.  " hold on sweetheart I am just grabbing something " he said yelling a response from somewhere in the house. 

He returned to the table with a scrapbook. I looked up at him quizzical.  "Just open it, please". "Okayyy then mr. Secretive" i giggled. I slowly opened the scrapbook. The  scrapbook was filled with pages and pages of pictures of our first date, moving in together, cooking together doing everything together.  Even our first first texts. Soon i was crying in Mishas shoulder but i knew i wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

A/n

Sorry it was short and sucky but its late. Again I'm sorry
I love you all and i hope you are having a wonderful day. 
~xoxoxox