2 AM ( Misha Collins & Matt Cohen fic )

seven

I hopped into my black shorts which had several die cut patches on it, Misfits, AC/DC, Metallica, Guns N Roses, Blink-182, Iron Maiden, you name it, I have it. I desperately tried fitting Friendly, my lil stuffed dog, in my bag but failed to do so I decided to hold it in my arms. Misha looked over, eyes draping on me then on Friendly with an 'Are you kidding?' face, then smiled before turning away, but I managed to flick him off before he did so. We'd plan to head over to the coffee shop for breakfast, with J2 and the nerd. "You can drop your bag and your little friend in my car and we'll drive over to Joe's.".
"He has a name you know. It's alright Friendly, he's just jealous." I rubbed my nose against the his soft nose and walked over to the porch where the babe was. I insert 'Let it be' in his CD slot. No one said a word, not even hum a tune along to the groovy band. Watching the trees go by, both of us sitting in a comfortable silence at least until my phone rang.

From : shitlock nerd dumbass B)

"Im here. I found J2."

Good thing Matt was in a scene with Jensen so that dumbass could recognise em.

To : shitlock nerd dumbass B)

"You guys are too god dang early, get me something to eat. Im not waiting."

I placed my phone on my lap, pretending to look frustrated. " Matt's not coming, he's uh sick."

"You're are... definitely not getting any Oscar awards for that acting." He laughed heartedly and I flicked him off for the second time in the morning. "So what inspired you to name that cutie over there 'Friendly'?."

"7 years ago, my dad had passed away. One of his bestfriends had given me this to cheer me up.".

Misha had seemed surprised about the news. "I'm sorry." He said but I just shooked my head, signalling it was fine. I was young and a little bitch. Thinking bout that day, the three of us lying on the bed, well two, I was jumping like an idiot while my 6 years older brother had tried to stop my hyper self and....

"We're here!" Misha had brought me back to reality from my mind palace. Then realised he had stopped the car.

Jensen and Jared had their own conversation whilst Matt was desperately trying to get into their conversation too while Misha and I were being anti-social, looking down at our phones.

from: AC/DC cool dorky moshy booboo

hello :) I see you're stalking Mr Cumberbatch over there ;;)

To : AC/DC cool dorky moshy booboo

kys. get a life.

I brought my phone closer to me and squinted my eyes at Misha before turning back to the sexiest man alive. J2 and Matt were currently in a topic on Marvel VS DC which I was super supportive of Jensen, who actually had a preference to Marvel whilst Jared and Matt had different tastes. "And this is why we can't be together Matt. You suck.... dick." I screamed at him dramatically but whispered the last word to myself. Matt then flicked my forehead with his thumb and index with a swift motion. "Son of a bitch..." I stuck my tongue out at him and pressed my palm against my now filled with a burning sensation forehead. He must have not realised how painful it was because immediately stopped laughing and reached his hand towards again but I quickly retracted away in defense. Matt simply placed his hand on my head and rubbed it which felt fuckin' great.

"Are you actually purring?"

"Shut up and keep doing it." I smeared his face with my fingers and closed my eyes, enjoying the very moment. I could hear the 3 other laughing at the sight. "Get a room you guys.". and Jensen started throwing fries at us. "You're only supportive of Marvel just because they wanted you to be captain' murica, you beautiful man." Jared rolled his eyes at Jensen.

After breakfast, Jensen headed over to Jared's car and Matt had joined us to Misha's. Minutes of truth or dare, and me licking Misha's face because Matt dared me to, we reached Matt's apartment. "I'll come over at 3 tomorrow tata." I sent a flying kiss over to Matt and waved him goodbye and he did the same.

"Ew. Get a room you two. "

I reached my finger over to Misha's arm and swiped it gently and inserted the finger into my mouth. "Salty." I said making a disgusted face.

./:--;(/)

"So, you don't wanna stay for a few more days?"

"It's not a problem but I didn't bring enough clothes for more than two days, I have to meet Matt tomorrow too."

Misha looked down at the floor solemnly. " You could wear mine, I promise they're comfortable or we could drive back to your house to grab yours then come back here. You could go with Matt and I'll wait here for you." 

"No, Misha. Maybe the following day ?" His face lit up immediately at the suggestion. Misha had practically begged me to let him bring me home so I was back in no time. "Thanks. Get a life, loser." I smiled at him and waved him back to his car. " At least I'm famous," he winked, grinning from ear to ear, " see you on wednesday then." 

"I'll miss you buddy."

"I'll miss you too." Misha smiled back.

"Well, not you! I meant the car!" I winced falsely at him. He rolled his eyes and got back in his car.

As soon as I heard the engine starting, I bent down to the floor matt that says "Fuck outta here." It was given to me from Matt for Christmas two years ago. I've always hid my key down there because carrying it around with me was too mainstream.

Too tired to do anything, I planted myself on the bed and look up at the ceiling filled with glow-in-the-dark stars which never failed to amuse me. What was I supposed to tell him. 'oh fuck, its the monthly blood sacrificial to your bff lucifer' I laughed at my lousy humour.

fucking period.