Supernatural Imagines

"Yes, Mr. Collins" (Misha)

🎶: 'Fall To Pieces' by Avril Lavigne

Long one!! Enjoyyyy...

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KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Sorry Maison, let me check the door," You got up from your 'tea party' with Maison Collins. You opened the door and smiled widely.

"Mr. Collins! You're home!" You said and opened the door more further. "Hey [y/n], how's everything?" He asked as you helped him with his luggage.

He stepped inside and took his jacket off. West and Maison ran to him and hugged him. "Hey guys! What's up?" He asked after kissing their heads.

You're the Collins' baby sitter every time Misha needs to go abroad for filming Supernatural or go for conventions. The kids adore you and have the best time of their lives with you (not just saying that, West told his dad that!). Misha trusts you... maybe even more than he does of some of his friends.

Every time Misha calls you, you go over to his house and sometimes take your belongings with you because you'd have to stay there, if its for a few days or weeks (sometimes months).

You're an author by profession and this is your side pass time because well, you can't write a book in a weeks time. You need to feel like it and sometimes... you don't feel the vibe. You love kids but you never got the opportunity to settle down and have a family.

Every babysit ended with you leaving the home and continuing your life. You'd notice, however, that whenever you'd say goodbye Misha would sulk or frown. Interesting...

"Well, Maison and West, this is goodbye then!" You said and placed your hands on your hips. They ran to you and hugged you tightly. You gasped a bit and chuckled. Misha smiled as he drank a glass of water.

"Please don't leave. Stay one more night!" West requested and you knelt down. "I'd love to but your father is home and he'd want to spend time with you, wouldn't he?" You said and he looked to the floor, "I'll be back very soon, don't worry!"

You kissed their heads softly and walked over to Misha. "Thank you Mr. Collins, anything else you need?" You asked out of your kindness.

He shook his head, "Nope! Thank you so much for this, it means a lot to me. I wish I could give you something more than just paying you."

You stuck your hand out, "No need! I love doing this, I love kids... and you're kids are super special." Misha smiled and you walked to the coat hanger and took you tan trench coat.

You started to put it on until Misha came up to you and said, "Wait, why don't you have dinner with us?"

You looked behind him at the trays and bowls of food, aluminium wrapped, which you had prepared for his arrival. You always did that, you made a sort of 'welcome home dinner', knowing how exhausted he'd be.

"No I can't, I'm fi-"

"Please, I insist!" He said, "After all, what good is it if the chef isn't part of the tasting, right kids?!" The children cheered a 'yeah!' and you smiled softly. "Okay, but dinner then I'm out," You said and he nodded.

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"Thank you once again, Mr. Collins," You said and put your hand out. He shook it and tightened his grip, "Please, call me Misha. I don't want to seem like your boss or something." He chuckled and you nodded.