Supernatural Imagines

Insomnia (MC)

Jensen is your older brother and you're dating Misha

Misha helps you through your Insomnia throughout the day at a Con
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Before I know it, SPNCon rolls around. The fans already know who I am, and apparently they love me. But Misha and I haven't announced our relationship to the public yet. The first day is a blur, and as much fun as usual. I'm sharing a room with Misha in the hotel we're staying at. After dinner, we say good night to everyone before heading up. I grab a pair of pjs and go into the bathroom. I quickly get changed, then let out a tired sigh. I soon come out of the bathroom to see Misha lying against the pillows on his phone. I grin, then run and jump on to the bed, landing on top of him. He grunts, looking up at me with his usual smile "Ouch". I giggle, making him chuckle "What was that for?". I shrug "It seemed like a good idea". He hums "I see. Are you okay with sharing a bed?". Remembering it's the first time we've shared a bed, I blush a bit but nod "Yeah, I guess. Just so you know, I have Insomnia so I may keep you awake". He smiles softly "Really? You have Insomnia?". I nod "Yeah, it used to be a lot worse when I was younger. I do eventually fall asleep now, but it takes a while. And I tend to get pretty annoying when I'm tired, so I will more than likely keep you awake for most of the night-". He leans up to kiss me softly, then pulls away "Y/n, I don't mind. Honestly, it's fine. And you won't ever be annoying to me, sweetheart". I smile slightly "Thanks, Mish". I get off of him and lie down beside him. He wraps his arm around me, pulling me close to him. I look at him "Misha". He hums "Yeah?". "Would it be too weird for me to put my head on your chest?". He chuckles "Of course not. What do you think I'm waiting for?". I blush before resting my head on his chest. I put my arm over his torso and he takes my hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it. I sigh upon feeling him kiss my head.

A few hours later

Misha stayed up with me until about half one, then he fell asleep. We stayed up talking most of the night and I'm finally starting to feel my exhaustion catching up with me. But I still can't seem to actually fall asleep. I ended up getting bored, so I grab the marker pen on the bed side table and start to draw on Misha. I can't see what I'm doing, but I try my best. I write his name on his forearm, then I just draw random things around that. Hearts, circles, knots and crosses, smiley faces, stars and swirls. I draw little bubbles and clouds. Then I decide to be bold and draw a heart on each of his cheeks. I write hello on his hand. When I'm finished, I put the pen back before lying back down beside him to try and fall asleep. I close my eyes, willing myself to sleep. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes go by and I open my eyes again. I sit up in frustration, whining. Apparently, that's what woke Misha up. "Hey, you okay, sweetheart?" His voice comes out raspy as he sits up with me. I pout "No, I'm not okay. Misha, I'm tired. I wanna sleep". He frowns "Okay, come here". He pulls me to him, sitting up. I turn around to face him, tears welling up in my eyes. I whimper "Misha". He holds me close "Shh, I know. It's okay, don't cry". I can't help but let a few tears escape. He gently brushes them away with his thumb. I bury my face into his chest and he quietly hushes me, whispering comforting things into my ear "Shh, shh. It's okay, I'm right here". "Misha, I wanna sleep" I whine. He starts to stroke my cheek "I know, baby. I know". I pout "Your morning voice is sexy". He chuckles "Really? Well, thank you". "Do you know what I think, Mish?" I ask sleepily. He hums "What do you think, y/n?". "I think I would be really sad if you left me" I sigh. He nods "I'd be sad too. That's why I don't plan on it, and I don't fancy having your brother hunt me down". I giggle "You scared of Jensie, Mish?". He chuckles "I wouldn't say scared. But the thought isn't exactly comforting". "Don't worry, Misha. I'll protect you" I reply, snuggling into him more. He smiles "I'm sure you will". Soon enough, he lies down with me more or less on top of him. "What's your favourite animal, Mish?" I ask. He shrugs "I'm not sure. I like monkeys". I smile "I don't have a favourite. Mine changes almost every day". He chuckles "Fair enough".