Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Untitled ❯ Untitled ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

You're about to be not only in the same room with Misha, but you will be touching him!  Even if it's only for 10 seconds, you think how worth it it will be.  You've been fangirling pretty hard about this moment and your excitement builds; but on the heels of that nervouness creeps in.  Will you even be able to walk up to him?  What about looking him in the eye?  Or speaking to him?  These thoughts make your knees a little weak.

The line shuffles towards the room he is in and as you watch, a few girls practically run out of the room, blushing like crazy and giggling like children.  Will that be you?  Probably.  However, You like to think you'll have a little more dignity and wait until you're out of earshot of him.  

The line is moving faster now, and before you're aware of it, a person is taking your ticket.  You're shuffled into the same room as a few other girls waiting for photos.  The moment you enter the room however, something changes.  You look at Misha out the corner of your eye, and realize he's looking at you.  Your cheeks pink a little bit, but you keep looking at him.  

He's standing on what looks like a filming mark, casually shifting his weight from one foot to the other.  As the fans cycle through he keeps smiling and just being so...Misha.  

You turn to look at him as you take another step foreard and suddenly he catches your eyes - just for a second - and he winks at you.  You almost want to turn around or look at the other people in front or behind you - was that meant for you?  

In a minute or so, suddenly you're at the front of the line.  Your heart is pounding so hard you're afraid he'll be able to hear it, but you step forward.  

You realize suddenly as you step up to him, you've completely forgotten what you wanted to do.  He smiles down at you, asking how you are.  "Good," you squeak.  He just smiles at you again.  "Um," you say, "I kind of - I mean I don't know what to do..." you trail off, laughing nervously.  He looks thougtful for a second.  

"That's alright," he replies.  Pulling out a piece of paper and a pen, he scrawls something on it.  And then, he's getting down on one knee, holy shit, and looking up at you with a twinkle in his eye.  "A proposal, maybe?" he asks, folding the scrap of paper and pressing it into your hands.

You are pretty sure your heart has stopped.  Misha, of all people, on his knees in front of you - touching you- is just...wow.  

The photographer clears his throat, and you jump out of your reviere.  You walk towards the door, turning backl once to look at Misha.  He is hugging a fan, and the flash goes off.  The girl comes towards you, and Misha turns his head to thank her, and fucking winks at you, again.  This time his eyes carry a bit of something you can't really define - and then you practically run out the door.


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As you're walking up the stairs, you uncrumple the paper Misha gave you.  You're still reeling from seeing him up close and personal - I mean how much better does it get?!  He was so sweet, smelled absolutely wonderful, and was so funny!

You unfold the paper and flatten it in your hand, and stop dead.

Your eyes scan the writing, and all the color drains from your face.  Your eyes widen, and your heart seems to stop, again.  Was this REAL?  On the paper, it read

meet me at the hotel across the street
room 205 11pm

You look wildily around, suddenly anxious.  Was this actually really real?!  You  know Misha likes to troll...but you've never heard of him doing this before.  On the other hand, what if it was real?  What if it wasn't?  What if he was just playing a joke on you?  Again, you think he wouldn't do something like that, no matter how crazy he seemed.  You know some of it's just his stage persona.  But the real question was, should you actually go?

You weigh it out in your mind for a moment, and continue walking, headed towards your hotel room.  If you go, and he doesn't show, you might feel stupid.  But at the same time, nobody would know, so no harm there.  But what if you went, and he actually came?  Oh hell, that'd be something to take away from this convention!  You speed up as you approach your room and slip inside.  

Your gaze falls upon the clock on the nightstand.  It reads 4PM.  You pace around for a little bit, killing time before the autographs at 5:30.  If you do go, you decide you should try to look nice.  Going to your bag, you tear through your clothes looking for something to wear.  

Then, you think, maybe you just stick with what you have on.  You don't wanna be too overdressed.

Sighing, you plop into a chair by the window.  It's a rainy afternoon in Chicago, and the sky is gloomy.  Taking the piece of paper out of your pocket you smooth it out and analyze it again.  Misha's handwriting is defintely that of a guy - but you decide you like it.  Messy, but not so much so you can't tell what it says.  It's just...so him.  Setting it on the dresser beside you, you get up and decide to take a shower.

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Unfourtanetly, you don't have an autography ticket for Misha, but you are strangely ok with that.  You'd probably just turn bright red and instead of speaking, squeak out something stupid and embarras yourself.  Meeting the other actors is fun, though - Jensen is very kind and (unsurprisingly) more handsome in person, and Jared is a big goofball.  Sebastain is nartually flirting with all the girls, and Richard and Matt are joking with eac other and writing silly things with their autographs.  The atmosphere is jovial and fun, and you actually forget about Misha for a little bit.  You converese with some friends you've made at the convention afterwards, and somehow manage to keep the whole Misha thing underwraps.  



The last panel wraps up around 9pm and you've got 2 hours to kill.  You head to the resturant in the hotel and get a quiet booth in a corner.  You enjoy listening to everyone else talking about their experiences, but a few girls clustered around a table a few rows down catches your attention.  

"Did you see what Misha did with that one girl?  He acted like he fricking proposed to her!  So cute." one girl said. \

"I know!" Another said.  "Did you see he gave her the paper he had too?  I wonder what he wrote on there.  She seemed kind of starstruck."

The last one laughed.  "Beth, are you joking?!  That was probably her first time up close to him.  Of course she was starstruck!  It's MISHA!"

All 3 of them laughed, and promptly moved on to another topic.  

Soon enough, your food arrives and you pick at it nervously.  Now you're having second thoughts again, but you try to steel your resolve.  Come on!  This is your major celebrity crush.  He basically asked you to come see him... alone.  At a hotel.  Not something every girl gets a chance to do.  

At 10:40, you start thinking about heading over.  However, before leaving you visit the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face - all the asthetic hygiene stuff.  This is all so surreal, you think.  Clasing your purse shut, you head out into the lobby.  Lots of people are still out and about, talking and having a good time.  A few of the friends you've made see you walking, and ask where you're going.  You so desprately want to say "Oh, no big, just gonna go see Misha Fucking Collins (no pun intended)." Instead, you say you just want to get some air.  You check the clock on your phone and it says 10:50.  You push open the doors to the hotel, and the brisk fall air wooshes in to meet you.  It's still raining, and of course the one thing you would forget is the umbrella!

Thankfully the walk isn't too long.  As you step out into the rainy parking lot and head across to the road, your stomach starts turning in knots.  What if he didn't show?  How stupid would you feel?

 But...again, what if he does?  What will you do?  It's not like you've ever met a celebrity casually before.  "Just roll with it," you mumble, jogging across the street.  

Once under the canopy of the hotel across the street, you stand outside it's doors, hesitating.  Wrapping your arms around yourself, you rub your hands vigoursly against your arms.  The rain was cold, and your jacket was almost soaked through, even though the rain wasn't that hard.  Steeling yourself to take a step, you are just about to do that when a dry jacket is draped over your shoulders.  You jump in shock, and twist your upper body...to see him standing there.  

You open your mouth to say something, but click it shut when nothing comes out.  

"You looked cold," he offered, and stepped up to your side.  His hand casually slides down between your shoulderblades to your lower back.  "Shall we?" he asked with a chuckle.

Gulping, you give him a wide eyed smile.  "Sure," you whisper.  

The two of you walk into the hotel together, and you fall into step slightly behind him to let him lead the way.  Stepping into the elevator, you clutch Misha's jacket around your shoulders and look at him out the corner of your eye.  He is leaning against the wall of the elevator, eyes half closed.  He sighs, then looks up at you through his lashes, with his big blue eyes.

You're pretty sure your heart stops, again.  

"I take it you don't do this often?" he drawls, as the door slides open.  He is smirking now, and tilts his head just slightly.  He pushes off the wall and once again you follow him down a hall.  There is a big guy standing at the end of the hall, in the entrance to another one.  It looks like Clif, you think idily.  Must be the right place.

"Hey Misha," he says, as you pass him.  He smiles at you and Misha greets him as well.  Taking a key card out of his pocket, Misha walks about 4 doors down and swipes it through the lock.  The little green light blinks, and he pushes the door open.  Following him in, you notice he doesn't turn on the lights.  Letting the door swing shut behind you, both of you are washed in a shallow darkness.  You blink several times, letting your eyes adjust to the lack of light, and take a few steps forward.

"If it's easier for you, we can keep the lights off," Misha rumbles from the other side of the room.  It sounds like he's digging through his bag.  There's an awkward silence.

"Um," you say, taking in a deep breath,"I don't mind either way..."

You can sense him coming closer, and suddenly his shadow looms in front of you.  He pushes you against the door gently, and then braces his hands on either side of you.  Your heart starts to race, and you let out a strangled pant.

"You know, I think you're goregous," he whispers in your ear, flicking his tounge in your ear, "I haven't done this in a long time," he confesses.  And then he kisses you.

His lips are soft agaisnt yours, and he caresses you with them, moving his hands to your hair, running his fingers through it.  He moans against your mouth and you spring to life.  

Your hands grip his shoulders, and you hike your leg up and behind him, opening your mouth to let him in.  His tounge sweeps your mouth, before rubbing tantilaizingly along your own.  

He hikes you up, hands gripping your hips and lifting you off the ground, and walks backwards until his legs hit the bed and he falls onto the bed, taking you with him.

You lean down and rub your hands along his chest until you reach the bottom of his shirt.  He's panting in the dark, and fuck if it doesn't turn you on like crazy!  Your hands slip underneath his shirt and he gasps as you run your fingers slowly up his torso.  The planes of his chest are firm, but when your hands slide to his sides he wiggles a little bit, lauhging.  You giggle, sliding your hands back to his chest.  Your thumbs slide over his nipples and you really wish he'd turn on the lights now - you want to see! - but he moans, and all thought just flies out of your head.  

"You're a tease," he gasps, and suddenly you're on your back, and he's over you.  He sits up and practically rips his shirt off, before diving back down and attacking your neck with fevor.  He nibbles and licks at your neck, as your hands claw at his bare back.

"Misha," you gasp, and he chuckles against your ear.

"Better than you imagined?" he asked, and you gulp and nod.  Remebering you're in the dark however, you manage to choke out a yes.

You hear him rumble in response, and he fingers the edges of your shirt gently.  You all but tear it off, and he laughs.  "A little eager, are we?" he teases.  

His hands slide up your sides, and he leans down and noses your belly.  His lips trail kisses from your belly button to your bra, caressing your skin lovingly.  His mouth closes over your bra - clad nipple, and his tounge flicks it thorugh the thin material.  You gasp, fingers sliding into his silky hair.  You tug gently, moaning inchoherantly and arching up to him. He moves his attention to the other breast, and - the sneaky little shit - he wiggles his fingers underneath your pants and panties.  The pads of his fingers tickle the area right above your pussy and you wiggle your hips indignatly.  "Mmmmm," you breathe, and he rests his chin between your breasts.

Your hands fumble down to your jeans and undo your belt, with some help from Misha.  He wastest no time, however, sliding his hand underneath your panties.  You gasp as his fingers brush your pussy, and buck your hips.  Tugging your jeans, you pull them off and press your hand to Misha's through your underwear.  Suddenly, he scoots you up on the bed a little bit, so your head is now resting in a nest of pillows.  He reaches over to the bedstand with his free hand and turns on the lamp.  

The room is bathed in a dim light, and the first thing you see is his face.  His eyes are wide, pupils blown so wide there is barely any blue left.  His cheeks are pink, and his hair is messy and unruly.  He bites his lip and blinks, gazing into your eyes.  His index finger burshes your entrance and slides in, and you moan loudly.  He grunts, wiggling his finger, before adding another.

"You're so wet," he pants, and closes his eyes, biting his lip again.  You think you must have died and gone to haven because, fuck, here you are, in Misha's bed, and he's just so wrecked, and holy shit life couldn't any better at this point, you think.

Your body feels like it's on fire, and vibrating all at once.  You've never felt like this before and it feels exhilirating.  You fist the sheets in one hand and groan, rolling your hips in time with Misha's fingers thrusting into you, and lay your other hand over his.  You bite your lip and he chuckles.  "Feel good?" he asks.  You moan a yes.

Your mind is a muddled mess at this point, but when he rubs his cock against your leg, you remember that he needs attention too, and your hand slides from his hand to his jeans.  Your hand fumbles with his belt buckle, and you manage to get it open.  He groans loud, pausing in his thrusts.  "Aahh," he pants.

You try to sit up, but he pushes you back down and suddenly his head is between your legs, and he's mouthing you through your underwear, and he's nosing you there, breathing heavy.

You amke a strange strangled sound, and he very lightly scrapes his teeth along your covered pussy.  You cry out, arching your hips off the bed.  He buries his face even further and his tounge comes out and flicks your clit through the fabric of your panties.  You moan his name, hands coming to rest in his hair.  He moves up to the hem of your underwear and he slides them off your hips, bending your legs and tossing them fuck knows where.  

Your brain is at all but a standstill, because you know what's coming next, but can hardly believe it's happeneing  and - Ohhhhhh, Misha has a talanted tounge!  All thoughts cease, and you just start keening, low and insistent but getting louder and louder as his tounge slides up and down, around your clit and then - oh god - inside you, thrusting in quick sucession, accompanied with an obscene slurping noise.  

Your body starts to vibrate, heat building slowly in your belly, churning, over and over... and you can feel yourself getting close.  "Just," you pant, "a little bit more, aaahhhh,"

He moans against your pussy, the vibrations almost enough to send you over the edge - and then you see one of his hands slip underneath him, and he's thrusting against his hand now, moaning and grunting against your pussy, and that's enough to send you over the edge.  You come, screaming his name, and go completely boneless.

He lifts his head from between your legs, dragging his hand over his mouth.  His eyes are dark and hooded in the dim light.  You moan and gasp and reach out for his face.  He leans forward, kisses you gently, and rubs the bulge in his jeans against your thigh, belt buckle clinking.

With a gentle sigh, he burys his face in the crook of your neck, stubble scraping against your sensitized skin.  His hips are still rocking against your thigh, and you reach down, slipping his jeans and boxers down his hips.  His cock springs forward, long, thick, and red at the tip.  Your hand closes around him and he gasps, stilling his hips.  His head is still buried in the crook of your neck and he actually whines.  

You try pushing against his chest with one hand and he lets you push him into a sitting position.  You kneel in front of him and give him a a long, deep kiss, before working your way down his torso.  You stop right above his cock, and he huffs at you.  "Tease," he grunts, wiggling his hips.  You smile, batting your lashes up at him before pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock.  He gasps, and you take the whole head in your mouth, sucking gently.

"Oh," he gasped, "Ohh," and threw his head back with another moan.  His adam's apple bobbed once, and he fell backwards onto the bed.  

You keep sucking, starting to bob up and down on his thick cock, delighting in the sounds he was making.  His hands thread into your hair and just... sit there, fingernails scraping your scalp ever so slightly.  

He grunts suddenly and again you find yourself under him, but this time his cock is pressed against your entrance.  He is panting, hard, his eyes closed and face flushed.  "You," he started, but you kiss him instead.  

You whine, throwing your leg over his hip, arching your hips up but he stays just like that for a moment, and in the pale light he looks so perfect and so human at the same time and you just...marvel at the beauty of it.

When he opens his eyes, he finds yours, and pushes in slowly, keeping his eyes open the whole time.  You find it hard to do the same, but when his eyes roll back and he makes this breathy 'mmmm' sound, you find it more than worth it.  You, on the other hand, are not quiet at all.  You moan loudly and roll your hips up to meet him, pushing him all the way in.  You both stay still for a moment.

He starts to move, slow, loving, and his arms are on either side of your head, bulging and slightly veiny at the effort.  You take your left leg and get it over his shoulder, and he starts to thrust faster, his head tilting to the side and nipping at the side of your calf.  His thursts speed up, and you find it hard to keep up - when suddenly he stops.  

"Turn around," he growls, and you comply, whimpering at the loss of him inside you.  You lean down on your forearms, and he kneels behind you.  His cock slides between your ass cheeks, wet and sticky.  "Lovely," he pants, and grips your hips so hard you think you might have brusies in the morning.  

A moment later he guides his cock to your entrance once more, and you push back as he pushes forward, meeting in the middle.  Both of you groan together, and it sounds beautiful.  

He thursts slowly again, but after a few seconds, he's thrusting into you hard enough to make the bed shake.  You starts moaning, saying his name, over and over, and he grunts, moans, and then starts shaking, leans over you so he covers your back, and suddenly he's coming, whispering how good you are and how amazing you feel.

Both of you are still, before you colapse completely.  Misdha comes down after you, but before he crushes you he catches himself with his elbows and rolls to the right side.  

He's panting hard, sweat covering his body, and he's smiling.

You smile back at him, reaching out to caress his cheek.  

"You know," Misha says with a hint of amusement in his voice, "I don't know if I asked your name...how rude of me."

You laugh a little bit. "It's ok, it's not like you'll need to remeber.."

He stops smiling at you then and frowns.  "Why?  I doubt I'll forget this anytime soon!"

You blush a little bit.  "Well.. ok, it's [insert name here]."

He smiles at you again.  "What a cute name.  It suits you," he laughs.  

You smile at him again.  Then you start to wonder... do you leave?  Should you stay?  You don't really want to ask because well..awkward!  

"You are more than welcome to stay the night," he says, as if reading your mind.  "I've gotta be out of here by noonish so it's not like I'm gonna kick you out." he's smiling again, that sunshine and puppy dog kind of smile.  

"Ok," you say, and he pulls the covers over the two of you.  He scoots closer and you curl up on his chest, and before you know it, you're asleep.