Shit that pisses me off

Misha Collins

Okay, story time.

I had this dream last night, well, it felt like yesterday. Anyway, I was in my school and I was just walking around and I turn the corner and see freaking Misha talking to a teacher. I kinda freaked out a bit and ran to my dorm (not quite sure why that was there, but I went with it.) to tell my twin sister, Jasmine. Well, when I told her, she said, "Oh yeah. I already knew that, he's my Spanish teacher." I stopped for a moment then. My sister doesn't have Spanish, she is learning French. I decided to go with it and I went to class.

A little bit later, one of my friends from 8th grade ran up to me exclaiming that Misha was at the school. And being the person I am, I fanboyed with her. But we abruptly stopped when Misha CAME WALKING UP TO US! My friend bolted for some reason and I was left standing there awkwardly. Then out of the blue, he straight up hugged me. Granted, he mistook me for Jasmine, but I corrected him and he just hugged me some more, talking about how I was an amazing individual that can do anything that I set my mind to.

I basically freaked out inside my head. When he pulled away, he put his hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes. "I'm trying to find your sister. She left her coat in my room. Could you help me?" Of course I said yes, and so we separated to cover more ground. I ended up seeing a bus with the numbers 31733380 (somewhere along the lines of that) on the side of it. I looked at my friend (who was with me again. Idk how though) and just shrugged.

The bus was packed, and I mean, students are falling out once the doors open. I just looked with wide eyes. "How in the hell?" Sydney (my friend) dragged me to the side.

"Jasmine's not here and Misha disappeared." She said it so nonchalantly I was a bit worried. And so, we went looking for him, shouting his name, looking everywhere. I then came across the pimp car that Cas drives in a handful of episodes. I just frowned and my friend ran up to me. "Oh yeah. That's Misha's car." I just slowly nodded my head and walked away. "Why can't you just call him?"

"One, I don't have his number, and two, he's a teacher. Why would I have his number?" She shrugged.

"I don't know. He seems to favor both you and Jasmine."

"Okay then." We then were walking towards some glass doors and saw a marching band wearing all pride colors. And right out of the blue I said, "I'm glad they gave me the gay pride flag. It's my favorite, other than the trans and bi flags, obviously." I held up my wrist and there it was, gay pride flag just hanging there.

"I'm glad they finally decided to let the marching band join." I nod and we go through the doors and then go through another set of doors. "I'm tired of walking." She sighed and started flying. "Well, come on." I try my hardest to fly with her, and finally, after years and years of not being able to fly in my dreams, I flew. Sluggishly of course, but practice makes perfect.

We ended getting about half way when I saw Natasha, you know, black widow. I just frowned again and she waved. I waved back awkwardly and continued following Sydney. We finally got to the top to her dorm. "You can rest up here. We still need to find Misha." I nodded and we slowly opened the door, trying not to disturb her sleeping roommates. When we finally got in, the room was like, 4x10 and there were two beds on each side of the room and one cot in the middle of both of them, creating one biggish line. Sydney closed the door softly and her roommates woke up. We apologized and explained the situation and I woke up...

That was the weirdest dream I've ever had...