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At Last - Misha Collins Imagine

Misha(single) x reader

Summary: Request by Anon: I was wondering if you could do a story for Misha or Cas (which ever you'd feel more comfortable with) inspired by the song Dancing in Circles by Lady Gaga?

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT

You watched Misha as he laughed on stage with the fans. Yours and Ruth’s panel had been earlier today. Jensen and Jared was later. You had been another hunter on the show years ago, and everyone had reacted so well to your character the writers had brought you back as a regular. Originally, they had thought of you as a love interest for Dean, but that had all gone out the window a few episodes in.

Now, the writers had cast you with Castiel. The fans had noticed some chemistry and had started saying that there was more between your character and Castiel than there was between you and Dean. Which wasn’t exactly hard seeing as you were head over heels for Misha Collins. 

Even on the first day on set, when you had met him you felt like a teenage girl with a crush. He was one of the kindest and sweetest people you could ever meet. He always cracked jokes so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. He had walked right up to you, with those bright blue eyes, dazzling smile and dishevelled hair like he was one of your best friends. 

And from that moment you just knew, you knew you were hooked on the man that was Misha Collins.

Your eyes ran over Misha as you remembered the night before. You couldn’t get it out of your head. The dream had been so realistic, then you had gotten up to walk it off and bumped into him in the hallway. After that you just couldn’t stand it.

Your hand ran over the skin of your stomach, it was only a light touch making you shiver. They were too soft, too soft to be his but they had to do. You could imagine they were his. You could pretend you felt his lips on your neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps along your shin, his moans you could hear. It wasn’t your own as your fingers as they slipped into your pyjama bottom’s. It wasn’t yours slipping under your light shirt, the pads of your fingers swiping across you nipple drawing his name from your lips. It was him, it was Misha.

You jumped as someone clapped you on the back. ‘Well if it isn’t our favourite little hunter’ You looked up over your shoulder to see Jensen smiling down at you. You smiled turning to the two men. ‘Lucky, you guys didn’t have an early panel with how late your plane got in last night’ You smiled at them. Jensen furrowed his eyebrows and they both shared a look. ‘Alright’ Jared chuckled. ‘We’re playing that’ You cocked your head to the side raising an eyebrow. ‘We’re surprised Misha’s here so early, surprised you are too’ Okay that got you.

Why would they be surprised? They knew you were here early. Misha you understood he came in on flight earlier than theirs, but then again that was still fairly late so you could understand that. Jensen began to laugh and Jared just rolled his eyes at you. You put your hands on your hips and cocked one.

Again, they shared a look. ‘Okay, what are those looks about?’ Jared held up his hands shaking his head with a laugh. ‘Come on’ He smirked at you. ‘Listen you don’t want to tell us, alright’ Jensen reached out and paid his hand on your shoulder. ‘But we heard ye, our plane came in at the same time Misha’s did’ He chuckled. ‘We heard everything, you’re quite loud’ Your eyes widened. Oh, god NO you remembered last night They couldn’t have!!!

They chuckled. ‘Yeah, we heard you and Misha, damn it’s about time. Didn’t know our man was so talented you’re a screamer’ Jared laughed. You reached out shushing him. ‘No, no’ Your face turning red, you could feel the heat off you. ‘That’s no-’ Jared laughed cutting you off. ‘No, we think it’s great you two got together, we re-’ You shook your head waving your hands about. ‘Misha wasn’t there’ You hurried. ‘So-you-ohhh’ His eyes widened.

 Your eyes darted towards the ground unable to look them in the eye. ‘So you were imagining-when you were-Misha?’ Jensen stuttered. You groaned and rubbed your face. ‘Yeah, can we ju-‘ Jensen reached out and lightly slapped your arm with his fingers. ‘Hey you asked about my bedtime hab-‘Then Jared nudged your shoulder. You looked up at them but their eyes weren’t on you.

You turned your head looking over your shoulder. Then your eyes widened. Oh, shit, how much had he heard. ‘He-hey Misha’ You whispered. His eyes were wide and his mouth open. The look of shock in his eyes told you enough. That was enough for you, you weren’t sticking around. ‘I-I-Ruth’s calling-I-I shou-‘ With that you turned walking away.

Your turned over onto your back opening your eyes. Your mind was too full to sleep. You had seen Misha in the hallway about five minutes ago. He had a room down the hall and man did he look good. even with the tired eyes and lazy smile he looked good. And that beard! Oh that beard gave you thoughts you shouldn’t have. You could feel it against your skin. Letting your eyes close you could almost imagine the roughness scraping against your skin, the soft sensitive skin of your neck.

You groaned, you were supposed to be recovering from the dream, not picking up where it left off. Your hands trailed your sides pushing up the over-sized shirt you had on until it was bunched up underneath your breasts. Your fingers slipped under your shit teasing your skin. A moan slipped from your lips as you took you nipple between your thumb and forefinger pinching it slightly pulling a gasp from your open lips.

Your hand ran over the skin of your stomach, it was only a light touch making you shiver. They were too soft, too soft to be his but they had to do. You could imagine they were his. You could pretend you felt his lips on your neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps along your shin, his moans you could hear. It wasn’t your own as your fingers as they slipped into your pajama bottom’s. It wasn’t yours slipping under your light shirt, the pads of your fingers swiping across you nipple drawing his name from your lips. It was him, it was Misha.

And that was the name you moaned when you slipped two fingers into yourself. Throwing your head back you were glad of the contact, something to relieve the tension that was built up after your dream.

It was so vivid, so real. It was him. His weight on top of you. His hands holding you to him. Him inside of you.

Your fingers were a poor substitute for his but they still cause you to arch your back and moan his name as you curl them, the top of your fingers brushing against a spot you know so well. Your thumb finds your clit as you begin to rub circles on it. 

In your mind it wasn’t just you lying on the bed panting, he was there too. He was on top of you his breath in your ear, your name falling from those perfect pink lips before he attached them to your neck and began marking you as him. Something you could only wish to be. It was his rough palm working on your chest. Him inside you, his hand gripping your hips pulling you closer as his hips snapped to yours. Quick and strong. One hand gripping the back of his head as you moaned his name in his ear. The other running down his back, feeling the strong muscles tense and move under his sift skin, until it reached his round ass. You gripped it pulling him closer your nails digging unto the supple flesh. It drew grunts from his lips and he bit down lightly on your skin drawing a small squeal from your lips.

Your fingers began to move faster working towards your release. Your thumb moving harder and faster as you felt a coil in your stomach. Tightening, tightening until it was wound as tight as it could. You pinched your nipple in your fingers and cried out. The coil snapped throwing you into bliss. Misha’s name falling from your lips in loud cries as you arched off the soft covers your toes curling and you squeezed your eyes shut seeing stars.

You orgasm caused him to cry your name too, your voices mingling together in the otherwise silent room.

But when you opened your eyes it was all gone. There was no Misha and you were alone.

Like you were now, sitting on the same bed. Only now he knew, he knew what you thought of him, how you thought of him and when you thought of him. You groaned dropping back onto the bed. You knew you probably shouldn’t of ran away, you probably should have stayed and pretended it was all a joke, but you panicked, you were never good with situations like that. Unless you had a script to read from you weren’t good in tense situations.

You jumped and your eyes shot open at the knock on the door. Shit. Okay, maybe you could just pretend that you weren’t there. ‘Y/n?’ Your eyes widened. It was him! ‘Y/n’ Misha’s voice rang through your room and you held your breath. If you just stayed quiet he’d definitely think you weren’t here.

You sat up quietly as you heard him sigh. Your heart stopped, you didn’t want to hurt him, or hurt whatever friendship you had. ‘I know you’re in there’  An hour wouldn’t hurt, just an hour, to clear your head, to get every possible scenario figured out, have every possible answer ready, eve-

You jumped as your phone started to ring beside you. ‘Shit’ You cursed diving across the bed. Before you picked it up you seen Misha’s name flashing across the screen. Damn him. ‘See, I know you’re in there’ He called. You closed your eyes letting out a long breath before standing and walking over to the door hesitantly. 

You reached out your hand hovering over the handle before you bit the bullet and swung it open. He blinked and looked up at you through his eyelashes and you gulped meeting them. The blue in them shining under the lights of the hallway. ‘Sorry, I was asleep’ You muttered He raised an eyebrow. ‘How’d you know I was out here?’ You gulped blinking trying to think of an answer. ‘You-eh-you shouted, remember?’ You let out a breath thankful for that excuse.

He nodded slightly. ‘What did Ruth want?’ He asked as he slipped his phone into his pocket. ‘What?’ You cocked your head to the side and he smiled slightly at you. ‘Ruth?’ You furrowed your eyebrows. ‘See I knew it’ He sighed and stepped around you into the room. You opened your mouth to protest but just sighed and closed the door leaning against it.

He gave the bed a glance and you knew he wasn’t buying your ‘I was asleep’ story anymore. ‘Look Mish, the guys they were ju-’ He strode towards you. ‘I know, I got it out of them afterwards’ You felt your face heat up again. ‘Was it just a heat of the moment thing or do you do it often?’ He asked as he came to a stop in front of you. Your eyes dropped to the ground.

His fingers wrapped around your chin and he forced you to look up. ‘Y/n’ He scolded. ‘Often’ You whispered barely audible. ‘Damn it’ He curse and you tried to pull your face away so you wouldn’t have to look at him. But he just smiled. ‘I got a lot to live up to’ He muttered before his lips met yours.

This time it was really him.

At last.

@lilacs-lavender

@lost-in-the-stories

Sorry this took so long to come out I had it wrote on my phone and ended up losing it so I wrote it again.