#12 days of Christmas with MISHA COLLINS

[thewolvesof1998]

🌲 name your 5 favourite christmas songs and pass this on to a blog you love 🌲

Hi love!!!!!

Gurl I have a whole Christmas playlist that’s six hours long this is the perfect ask for me (but also the worst because I it was so hard to choose):

1. I want a hippopotamus for Christmas by Gayla Peevey - this was easy because when I first heard this song like 5 years ago I knew it was going to be an all-time favourite.

2. Mele Kalikimaka by Bill Crosby and the Andrew Sisters (but I quite like the Kasey Musgraves cover)- again I heard this song five years ago and I'd never heard a Christmas song about warm Christmas which is what I grew up with.

3. I don't know what Christmas is (but Christmas time is here) by Old 97's- This is a new love, It was made for the Marvel Guardians of the Galaxy Christmas special but I love it so much.

4. Santa aint coming to town (he's drinking this year) by Thomas Mac- I don't know it just silly and I love it.

5. Happy Xmas (war is over) by John Lennon (I also love the cover by Miley Cyrus.)- A true classic, can't have Christmas without some old school rock Christmas songs and this is one of my favs.

thanks for your ask <3<3<3

My Christmas Playlist

[sweetonsugden]

I just stumbled across this - Misha & Papa Krushnic

They’re so adorable 🥰

[spnfanficpond]

Secret Santa 2022 Masterlist

Here’s the masterlist of all the story for our Secret Santa 2022

* Christmas Tradition by @cleighwrites 

Characters: Sam x Dean x Cas 

Summary: Sam, Dean, and Cas take some time off to celebrate the holiday.

Warnings: NSFW, past trauma (mentioned), m/m/m threesome, wing kink, anal sex

* 12 Days of Christmas Winchester Editon by @waywardnerd67

Summary: (Y/N) plans out an epic gift that spans over the 12 days before Christmas.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader/Sam Winchester x Reader/Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Warnings: Fluff/Smut

* Under The Mistletoe by @katbratsupernaturalwhore

Summary:  Moving on is difficult and sometimes includes uprooting to a new state thousands of miles away. Just before Christmas.

Tags/warnings: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins (past), Christian Kane, Padalecki Family, Genvieve Cortese, Timothy Hutton, meet-cute, floof/fluff, schmoop, slight angst, loss, rom-com, Christmas, Alternate Universe

* Christmas Baking by @spnexploration

Summary:  a short, fluffy fic for Secret Santa. Does include a touch of A/B/O dynamics.

* I’ll be home for Christmas by @little-diable

Summary: Dean and the reader have always hated one another, a natural instinct they've run with. Now, on Christmas Eve, both cross paths once again, forced to endure one another's closeness.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m), enemies to lovers

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

* Of Glitter and Paper by @thesassywallflower

Summary: The holidays are a ridiculously busy time so you have to take the time out for a little loving wherever and whenever you can.

Tags: Dean Winchester, Female!Reader, Dean x Female!Reader, Domestic!Dean, Dean Does NOT Die In That Stupid Barn, Basically porn with dash of plot, with teeniest, tiniest bit of angst, fluff

* Oblivious by @ambergoddess444

Summary: You and Dean haven’t always seen eye to eye, even when it came to celebrating a win on a case. A few drinks, a confession and a fun night lead to a little more.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Fluff heavy, smidge of crack, angst and smut (oral sex) - fairly plot heavy

* Under the cover by @jld71

Summary: Sam and Dean find themselves sharing a bed and revealing their feelings for each other.

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Dean Winchester

Warnings: Wincest, Angst, one bed, Sharing a Bed, Longing, admission of feelings

  * Shifted - The Plan by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Summary:  The Winchesters are meeting your family for the first time when you all visit for Christmas. Things don’t go quite to plan

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warning:  So far, nothing. This will be updated as I go, though, if anything crops up. I’m posting as I write, for the first time EVER, so I can only say I hope this will be more fluff/crack than anything else.

* If we make it through December by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Summary:  Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.

Pairing: Dean x Donna Hanscum

Warnings:  explicit (eventually), fluff (? Idk), angst (? light), domestic (can’t get much more domestic)

* Cabin Comfort by @idreamofplaid

Summary: (No summary)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings:  Sex is described here

* Secret Santa Exchange by @the-slythering-raven

Summary: (No Summary) 

Pairings:  Sam/Reader (platonic) (Reader uses she/her pronouns)

Warnings:  There is whump, there is comfort.

*Christmas in Heaven by @outofnowhere82

Summary:  Sam and Dean enjoy a Christmas in heaven.

Pairings:  Sam/Dean 

Warnings: Christmas Fluff, Christmas Presents, Secret Santa   

* Tell it on the Mountain by @ladylilithprime

Summary: Castiel was able to protect himself and Dean when Dick Roman exploded, but it weakened him badly, as did getting Kevin away from Crowley and back to the safety of his mother. When angels show up under orders from Naomi to bring Castiel in by whatever means necessary, a banishing sigil is the most effective way to get rid of them. If only it didn't mean banishing a weakened Castiel too. If only Sam had not been dragged along for the ride.

Pairing: Castiel x Sam

Warning: Alternate Universe - Timeline Divergence, Accidental Wing Manifestation, Truth Compulsions, Frank Discussions of Sexuality and Intimacy, References to Sam Winchester's Hell Trauma, No Trips to Purgatory, 

* Not Another Winchester Christmas by @kickingitwithkirk

Summary: (No summary)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: cursing, a bit of angst, some TPE implied

* Ugly Sweater by @ilovedean-spn2

Summary: Reader buys ugly Christmas sweaters.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Dean being put in his place lol, all the hunters being out in their place! Badass reader?

* My Padabear by @fandomoniumflurry​

Summary: This Christmas with his best friend is different than all the others. But why?

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: No warnings just Christmas fluff. Unbetad. Not my best work but hope you still like it. It's been a while since I've written anything. Posted on mobile so please be kind.

[cowboy-kait]

“the perfect christmas playlist doesn’t exist—“

[hunterscoffee]

The Days of Ficmas

Masterlist Day 8: Caroling Castiel x Reader, Dean, Sam and Jack Winchester Summary: Carolling with Cas. Warnings: None Word Count: 692

You throw multiple clothes on the bed you shared with Cas. He sat on the duvet, half-covered in your clothes and a puzzled look on your face. “I’ve got no clothes.” You collapse to the ground in frustration. 

“It seems like you have plenty…” Cas trailed off when he saw the annoyed look on your face. You have made him take off that damned trenchcoat and suit jacket and put on a Christmas sweater. “Y/n we’re just going carolling, not meeting god and you did that in jeans and a flannel.”

“YOU GUYS READY TO GO?!” Dean shouted down the hall for the two of you. “Jacks bouncing off the walls with excitement.” Cas stands and the clothes fall off him as if he was shedding skin. 

“Why don’t you just wear jeans and the Christmas sweater Dean bought all of us?” Castiel cocked his head at you and you grumbled before muttering a “Fine”.

Meeting Castiel’s father in clothes covered in monster blood and hair that looked like you had been hit by a bus was not what you wanted at all. God or Chuck as he liked to be called, had been surprised that Castiel had managed to romantically love a mortal being. Then Jack was born and you had become like a mother to him, he had enough fathers with Cas, Sam and Dean. He needed someone to show more affection than the boys and where they were perfectly capable of showing affection, they just didn’t seem to know-how.

You were the one he went to when he had any problems and he relied on you more then he did the boys. You didn’t mind, it was like having the child you always wanted, but could never have because of the hunter’s life. Hunting was something you didn’t want your kids to experience after you heard stories of Sam and Dean’s upbringing. 

Even if you could have children with Castiel, the angels would hunt it since Nephilims are supposed to be unholy. Or since heaven has barely any angels left, they would take it and raise it as an angel.

It was a risk you weren’t willing to take. So Jack felt like your son and you welcomed him as if he was your own blood. “Y/N! CASTIEL! COME ON!” Dean shouted again and you slugged over to the ugly Christmas sweater Dean brought all of you. It truly was hideous. The top of the sweater was a tight turtleneck, the rest of it was a knitted, baggy mess with bobbles attached to it and hideous colours.

You sighed and shrugged it on. Struggling to get it over your head. “GUYS WE HAVE SANTA HATS!” Dean shouted again and you less than silently grumbled. “Come on y/n,” Cas said softly, coming up behind you and hugging you as you stared at yourself in the mirror. “You look beautiful.” He says, turning you around in his arms and cupping your cheek. 

“You couldn’t do anything to change that.” For an angel not knowing much about the world outside of Heaven, he was good with words and even better in bed. You smiled as gently moved his face towards yours, eyes closing as your lips brushed and your arms tightened around his waist. 

“GUYS! SANTA HATS!” Dean shouted again, “COME ON IT’S GETTING LATE!” He exclaimed and the two of you pulled apart, you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the bunker to where Dean had been shouting from.

The bunker was horribly decorated due to the fact that none of you could decorate to save your life. A tree was up and looking messy in the library and tinsel and fairy lights were strung everywhere. Sam and Jack had Santa hats on and Dean was completely dressed as Santa. All of them looked hilariously festive and if you were being completely honest you loved the way the Christmas sweater clung to Cas’s body.

“Come on guys!” Dean cheered as he put an arm around Sam and Jack’s shoulders. “I love you.” You whispered and kissed Cas’s cheek. “I love you too, y/n.” He whispered back.

[enymlebmis]

It’s this time of the year again. 5 years later and it never stopped being funny :D :D :D <3

[thewaywardcasgirl]

I can't stop listening to the 12 days of Christmas by Misha and Jason! I have listened to it for hours now!

i just love this song and Misha's voice gawwhhhhaaaahahahad

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Starting Over

Characters: Misha Collins, Y/N, Y/N’s parents (mentioned), Buck (omc - mentioned)

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Past domestic abuse mentioned.   

Word Count: 2200ish

A/N: This is my entry for no less than 3 challenges because I was a schmuck and signed up for way too many.

It is my entry for @wayward-marvel-sommer1196 Favorite Things Writing Challenge where my prompt was fake husband/boyfriend AU - I might have cheated a bit. Hope you still like.

It is also my entry for @d-s-winchester 12 Days for Christmas Challenge and my picture is under the cut.

Lastly it is my entry for @impalaimagining favorite seasons gif challenge and my gif for that is also under the cut.

Thanks to my lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Misha had been feeling as if something was up with Y/N all day. Y/N worked in hair and makeup on the set of Supernatural and Misha had known her for years. The first few years she had seemed quiet and shy. She always wore long sleeved shirts and Misha had caught her crying more than once.

One night she had finally broken down telling him, she was scared of her husband. That he was abusing her and she wanted out of the marriage. She didn’t know how, so Misha had offered his help. He had gotten in contact with people through Random Acts. They had helped Misha get in touch with people that actually knew what they were talking about which he did not. They had taught him the right approach to talk with her when she pulled back into her shell and which people to help her get in contact with. He had been her best friend and staying by her side through it all. When she went to the police he was with her. When she was in court he was with her. He let her live in his apartment in Vancouver for a few month before she found her own place and he was there to help her move once she did.

That day had started the change in her. It was like a new beginning and a new happier, more outgoing Y/N blossomed. Misha had stayed close with her. She was his best friend and almost every week the two of them went out. Either to watch a movie or do something random Misha came up with on the day. He enjoyed surprising her. He loved hearing her laugh and over the years he had come to miss her when he wasn’t around her. Had the circumstances been different he might have asked her out, but Y/N hadn’t shown any interest in dating anyone the two and half years she had been divorced. She appeared to be happy and content on her own and Misha was afraid him pushing would mess up their relationship.

Her behavior today though had her worried. She seemed to be avoiding him as best as she could. Whenever they were in the same room, she hardly smiled no matter how hard he tried. Misha racked his brain, trying to figure out what he had done, but nothing came to him. Last week when he had been on set, she had been happy and practically whined about going to miss him when he went home to visit family in Washington for the week.

Misha honestly didn’t understand what happened between then and now, all he knew was he had felt like she had been annoying him all that. Eventually Misha had given up and he just let her be until the end of the day. He had been hoping to catch her but the other hair and makeup girls said that she had left early, which only served to worry Misha more. Y/N ran the department and she was usually always the first person in the trailer and the last to leave. She loved her job and she took a lot of pride in everything being perfect.

It didn’t take Misha long to decide on what he had to do. No matter what he had done, he owed it to both of them to figure out what it was. She owed it to them to tell him, so he could apologize and make things right between them again. So Misha got in his car and drove for her apartment rather than his own.

The surprise on her face was evident when she opened the door to see Misha standing outside, but she still gave him a small smile before letting him in. For the first time in forever Misha felt slightly uncomfortable and like a guest in her home. He wasn’t really sure what to do with himself so he just stood there in the middle of her living room. He looked around, smiling slightly when he saw all the christmas decorations scattered around the place but not yet hung. The smell of spruce and meadowsweet hung in the air, adding to the feel of Christmas in the room.

“I was just making hot chocolate. Do you want some?” Y/N asked, slipping from the room into the kitchen and Misha once again felt as if she was avoiding him. She had let him in but him being here seemed to make her feel uncomfortable which hurt Misha deeply.

“Y/N/N…” Misha slowly followed her into the kitchen, standing in the doorway as he watched her heat up the cocoa. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked, causing her to spin around and stare at him in shock.

“No. Mish I am sorry… I didn’t mean too… I…” she started rambling in broken sentences and Misha breath a sigh of relief as he stepped towards her pulling her into his chest. Y/N instantly relaxed against him wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her head against his heart.

“What do you say we get the hot chocolate and talk on the couch?” Misha suggested, lovingly running his fingers through her hair. He was beyond relieved to have her in his arms. Whatever was going on it appeared to have nothing to do with him, but Misha was still worried. Something was up with her and every fiber of his being screamed at him to find out what it was so he could help her make it better.

He didn’t release her completely when they pulled apart. His hand stayed on her back as she poured the hot chocolate and handed him a cup. His free hand slipped into hers, when they walked to the couch, sitting down beside her. The small touches was as much to reassure her that everything was going to be fine as it was to calm his own racing mind.

Seated that the couch Y/N fiddled with her cup without saying anything for a few minutes. Misha didn’t push her he just gave her knee a small squeeze, before leaning back. He wanted to give her her space but still let her know that he was there. There was nothing she could say or do that would push him away. She was his best friend, but more than that Misha loved her even more than he was willing to admit to himself.

“My parents are coming over this weekend…” Y/N started causing Misha to frown. He knew that she loved her parents. They had tried to help her out of her marriage unsuccessfully, before she confided in Misha. They were amazing people and Y/N loved them very much. Misha didn’t understand what about them coming for a visit that caused her so much distress.

“They have been wanting me to move on and go on dates and stuff for some time…” Y/N continued and Misha took a deep breath. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to move on or be happy. More than anything he did, but seeing her with someone else was going to be hard. Still Misha stayed still. His eyes rested on her but she didn’t look at him. She kept fiddling with her cup and her eyes stayed looked on it as she spoke.

“I wanted them to stop asking so I told them I was dating someone. But then they wanted to met him even if I said it was a new thing. I guess they wanted to make sure he wasn’t like Buck,” Misha at this point reached out giving her arm a small squeeze and her eyes met his for the first time. What he saw in her eyes took him completely by surprise. She looked ashamed. The look was fleeting before her eyes once again fell back onto the cup, which she was now clinging too.

“I knew that they like you a lot and wouldn’t push if…” her words trailed out, as her eyes teared up, but Misha had never felt more relieved in his life as he pieced together the pieces. He couldn’t help but smile as he took the cup from her hands and pulled her in for a tight hug.

“You told them we are dating,” he helped her, causing her to nod against his chest and she started sobbing.

“I’m so sorry Mish… They are coming this Friday and they want to go to set and say hi to you and… I didn’t think. I am so sorry,” Y/N rambled, before Misha gently started hushing her, rubbing circles on her back.

“It’s okay Y/N/N. I’ll met them. It’s fine,” Misha promised her and Y/N instantly pulled back a little looking up at him in surprise.

“You wanna pretend to be my boyfriend?”

Misha shifted a little in his seat. He wanted nothing more than being honest. He wanted to tell her no. He wanted to be her boyfriend. He wanted to tell her he was in love with her and he would be okay with taking things as slow as she needed too. He wanted to tell her he wanted to prove to her that she deserved the best. That he would spent his life putting a smile on her face and that no matter how things progressed between then, he would never hurt her like her dickbag ex husband had done.

Only he didn’t. Losing her still scared the life out of him. He wanted to be in her life however she allowed him to be, even if meant pushing down his own feelings for her.

“Yeah… if you want me too,” Misha shrugged, trying to make it appear as if it was no big deal.

After their conversation Y/N hugged Misha and she instantly went back to her old self. It was as if a weight had been lifted on her. Misha on the other hand, started faking around her.

For the next few days he acted as if nothing was wrong. He went to work. They chatted and laughed just like always, but the feeling that he wanted more between them he had been able to push down for so long started growing inside of him. He knew that he had to tell her and soon. Either way he had to know how she felt. Misha just wanted to wait until after her parents visit. He had made her a promise and he wasn’t going to break that or make her feel uncomfortable about it. He was still and always would be her best friend first.

The day before her parents was arriving, Y/N had convinced Misha to go tree shopping with her. Not that it had taken much convincing. He loved spending time with her even now that he was painfully aware he would have to tell her about his feelings sooner rather than later.

She was practically bouncing around the farm, leading them further and further away from everyone else. Smiling and laughing the entire time, making Misha incredibly happy. Her laughter was without a doubt his favorite sound in the world and the way her eyes shun, making the golden flakes stand out clearly was his favorite sight.

“Okay. We’re here,” Y/N twirled around to face, instantly snapping Misha out of his thoughts. He looked around in confusion, seeing nothing but trees around them and none of which stood out to him as something she would have zoned in on.

“We’re where?” Misha stared at her in confusing, furrowing his brows, but smiling when she giggled.

Y/N reached into her bag, pulling out a mistletoe, handing it to Misha, which only added to his confusion.

“I didn’t tell my parents you were my boyfriend because it was safe. I didn’t tell them because I knew they liked you. I told them because I wished it was that way. It was dumb, but it doesn’t change the fact that I like you. I think you like me too, but if you don’t you can just throw that thing away and I’ll never mentioned it again,” Y/N pointed to the mistletoe, taking super fast just like she always did when she was nervous.

Misha stood there staring at her. His mind not fully able to comprehend what she had just said and the only word out of his mouth made him want to kick himself. “What?”

Y/N giggled, stepping closer to him, wrapping her arms around his wait, “Misha you’re my best friend. You’ve always been there for me. You make me happier than I have ever been. I wanna be your for real girlfriend if you’ll have me?”

Misha stared down at her for a few seconds before a huge grin spread across his face. He wrapped his arm around her, lifting the mistletoe over their heads, causing Y/N to throw her head back in laughter. A serene happy smile graced her beautiful face when her eyes met Misha’s. He sent her a goofy happy smirk, looking up at the mistletoe before back into her eyes.

“I guess this means you’ll have to kiss me,” he teased, making her roll her eyes before she sassed back.

“Well if I absolutely have t…” she started but was cut short when Misha kissed her. It didn’t take him long to drop the mistletoe and cradle the back of her head with his hand. Telling her everything he had been holding back over the past few years with just one kiss, as he vowed to himself to never hold anything back from her ever again.

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[ruined-by-destiel]

Making Memories

Summary: You and your boyfriend share a sweet moment together.

Words: 657

Misha x Reader

Warnings: none

Notes: We’re finally here! This is the first part of my series I’ve written for Kari (@thing-you-do-with-that-thing) and Ida’s (@like-a-bag-of-potatoes) 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. I’ve poured my heart into this series, and I’m so excited to finally be able to share it with you guys.

Over the next 11 days, I’ll post one more part each day up until the 25th, when the last chapter will be posted. As always, leave me a comment below on what you think. Enjoy, and happy holidays!

Day 1: Christmas Music

“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know.”

You danced around the kitchen, grabbing a tray of cookies from the oven. You set them on the cooling rack next to the first batch, slipping off your oven mitts and walking to the fridge. You pulled out the bag of icing you’d made the night before, setting it next to the stove.

“Where the treetops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow.”

“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas. With every Christmas card I write,” you sang happily as you began to frost the first tray of cookies, oblivious to the sound of footsteps approaching, “may your days be merry and bright-”

“And may all your Christmases be white.” A booming voice joined in, startling you. Misha chuckled, sidling up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Hey gorgeous.”

You smiled and resumed icing the cookies. “How long have you been home?”

“Just got in. You didn’t hear me drop my keys the minute I walked in the door?” Misha buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply. “You smell good.”

“I smell like cookies, of course I smell good. Hey, did you get the-?” Misha waved a jar of sprinkles in your face. “Thanks.”

He set the sprinkles on the counter and leaned into you, sighing deeply. “I missed you.”

You laughed. “You were gone for like, two hours.”

He smirked against your skin. “No, I mean being home. Not having to go to set at ungodly hours in the morning.”

“And waking me up at three whenever you finally get back.”

“Hmm.” He kissed your cheek. “Will you ever forgive me?”

“Maybe.” You leaned your head back to look at Misha. “But I could use some more convincing.”

“I can do that.” Misha leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You kissed him back, losing yourself in the moment when he suddenly grabbed the bag of frosting from your hand.

You turned around, but Misha placed a finger on your lips before you could say anything. “You can have this back, on one condition.” You raised an eyebrow. “Sing for me.”

You pushed his hand away. “Seriously?” He nodded. “You’re such a child.”

“And you’re a goddess with an angelic voice.” Misha picked up your phone from the counter and scrolled through your playlist. “Do you want the frosting back or not?”

You couldn’t help but smile as you threw your hands up in surrender. “Alright. Hit me.”

Misha grinned as he hit a button and set your phone down, Dean Martin’s voice sounding from the speaker.

“I really can’t stay…”

“But baby, it’s cold outside.” Misha sang, holding out his hand. You took it, giggling as he spun you around.

“I’ve got to go away,” you sang back, swaying to the music as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“But baby, it’s cold outside.” Misha’s deep voice resonated in his chest, making your heart flutter.

“This evening has been [Been hoping that you’d drop in]

So very nice [I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice]

My mother will start to worry [Beautiful what’s your hurry?]

My father will be pacing the floor [Listen to the fireplace roar]

So really I’d better scurry [Beautiful please don’t hurry]

But maybe just a half a drink more [Put some records on while I pour]”

“Gosh, your lips look delicious,” Misha’s voice was almost a whisper, making your skin tingle.

“You’re early,” you whispered back, leaning up.

“Who says I was singing?” Misha’s lips met yours, kissing you softly. You melted into the kiss, your hand reaching up to grab his face and pulling him closer.

You eventually pulled away, taking a deep breath as Misha’s hands gripped your waist.

“I love you so much.”

You smiled, your thumbs softly stroking cheekbones as you went in for another kiss. “I love you too.”

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[just-another-winchester]

I’m sorry, but Misha singing 12 days of Christmas is perfect

[i-know-my-value-darling]

Supernatural stars reflect on the show's undying legacy

Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, and Misha Collins discuss 15 years of fantasy, family, and flannel. 

"We only get one shot at this." Sam and Dean Winchester are surrounded. The monster-hunting brothers are standing on the edge of a cliff. They look to Castiel, their brother in arms — or is it wings? — but even he can’t help. One move in the wrong direction could ruin everything. After years of fighting demons, going toe-to- toe with Satan himself, and saving the world multiple times, they once again find themselves in a position of having to perform under pressure. But this situation is unlike anything they’ve ever dealt with before. All eyes are on them as they have one shot…at getting the perfect picture.

It’s a dry, hot August day in Malibu — when people were still allowed to gather outside — as Supernatural stars Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, and Misha Collins prepare for the last setup of their final Entertainment Weekly cover shoot. With a bottle of champagne in each of their hands, Ackles once again reminds them they get “one shot” to do this right. But if their characters can shoulder the weight of the world, surely these three can handle a photo. Read the whole story below

The champagne soaking is meant to be a celebration of 15 years, of making television history. Supernatural, the story of two brothers destined to save the world, is the longest-running genre show in the history of American broadcast television. (So old, the first three seasons shot on this thing called film.) What started as an underdog story, living its first few years on the verge of cancellation, has become an institution, a milestone to which other shows aspire. Supernatural not only survived the move from The WB to The CW after its first season — it’s now the final WB show left standing — but became the backbone of the now highly successful CW network. Over the years, the sci-fi series has aired on every weeknight, helping to launch shows including Arrow and The Vampire Diaries. The network moved it one final time, most recently, to Mondays, to help Roswell, New Mexico expand its audience. “Supernatural is a major link to many of the shows that we have successfully built to market,” The CW’s chairman and CEO Mark Pedowitz says. “Almost every one of our shows has had it as a lead-out or a lead-in.”

And to think, it all started as a promise to bring horror to television. After Supernatural creator Eric Kripke had finished working with Warner Bros. on 2003’s Tarzan series, he pitched the idea of a reporter who travels around hunting urban legends. As he puts it, it was a Kolchak: The Night Stalker rip-off. But when he realized the story would benefit from having brothers at its core, he started writing. “At the time, The Ring and The Grudge were huge hits in theaters,” Kripke remembers. “We said, ‘We’re going to take that experience and we’re going to put it on TV,’ and the initial goal was to be scary.” After Warner Bros. passed on his first, what he calls “uptight,” draft, Kripke had to reassess the kind of show he was creating. “I canceled all my Christmas plans and wrote that second draft in three weeks,” he says. “That was when the show got its sense of humor, because I was locked alone, over winter break, in my office. I couldn’t do anything fun, so I started entertaining myself.”

The show was still scary, but it was also funny and, over the years, would continue to evolve. Sure, you could say it’s a little bit X-Files — in its early days, the show often used the line “The X-Files meets Route 66” — and there were definite Star Wars influences (Sam and Dean were originally based on Luke Skywalker and Han Solo). But no combination of pop culture is going to perfectly describe Supernatural because the show has managed to do something remarkably rare in the age of peak TV, where audiences are so overwhelmed with content that an original idea seems foreign: It’s created a truly one-of- a-kind experience.

For starters, it’s a show about two flannel-wearing, beer-loving, blue-collar dudes from Kansas who for a good chunk of their lives traveled from cheap motel to cheap motel, paying for gas and greasy diner food with a mix of fake credit cards and money they earned scamming people at the pool table. “Almost all television is about rich people or, at the very least, middle-class people,” co-showrunner Andrew Dabb says. “The fact that we’ve been able to take this Midwestern blue-collar approach to this genre feels like we’re breaking the mold.”

But the mold-breaking didn’t stop there. Supernatural might’ve started out as a horror show with some snarky one-liners, but it evolved into some of the boldest, most experimental (and certainly strangest) stories on the small screen. “We’re a show of big swings,” co-showrunner Robert Singer says. “I used to say, with every idea, ‘This will be a home run or they’ll cancel us,’ but every year we wanted to do something really nuts." And when he says nuts, we’re not just talking about the episode with the talking teddy bear or the murderer targeting imaginary friends. Those are just some standard monsters of the week. We’re talking about the black-and-white episode shot like a classic Hollywood monster movie, or the episode that introduced Chuck (Rob Benedict), a prophet — who’d later reveal himself to be God — who was famous for writing a book series called Supernatural. That, of course, led to Sam and Dean attending a Supernatural fan convention as the show continued to redefine what it meant to inject a series with meta humor. And the swings never stopped. Season 13 featured a Scooby-Doo crossover as an animated Sam, Dean, and Castiel solved a case alongside the Mystery Inc. gang. And in season 14, after giving God a sister a few years prior, the show made the Big Man Himself its final villain. “I don’t think any idea, barring some production concerns, has been viewed as too crazy,” Dabb says. “Because we know that our fans are smart and that they’ll follow these guys anywhere.”

So long as each episode features Sam and Dean — and the occasional heartfelt talk on the hood of the Impala — the show can do just about anything, which is another reason Kripke had to rewrite his first draft of the pilot. Originally, Dean was the only brother who knew about monsters growing up, bringing Sam up to speed later in life. It wasn’t until Kripke figured out that they needed to be in this together that the series snapped into place. Because at the end of it all, they’re two brothers bonded by the loss of their mother and a life spent on the road with an absentee father. (It just so happens that their mother was killed by a demon and their father hunted them.) The familial dynamic — the irrational codependency, as the angel Zachariah (Kurt Fuller) once called it — is the most important part of the show. “The first inkling I had that we had something special was shooting the pilot,” Kripke says. “It was the scene on the bridge when Sam and Dean talk about their mother. It was the first time that you really saw their chemistry and their connection as brothers on full display. Because I’ve always said this show begins and ends with whether you believe that sibling relationship.” But Sam and Dean weren’t just the center of the show. For many years, they were the show.

Supernatural has never been an ensemble drama. For the first 82 hours of the series, Ackles and Padalecki were the only long-running series regulars — Katie Cassidy and Lauren Cohan briefly joined for season 3, appearing in 12 episodes combined. But Sam and Dean weren’t just in every episode; they anchored every episode. (They skipped table reads because there would’ve been only two actors there.) “I had many moments of not only questioning, ‘Can I keep this up?’ but an answer of ‘I cannot keep this up,’ ” Padalecki, 37, who’s been vocal about his struggle in the early seasons, says. “I borrowed strength from Jensen.” But even Ackles, 42, admits it was a tough job. “The 23-episode seasons were nine and a half months of filming,” he adds. “It was a lot of work, but I always came back to: I still enjoy it, I still like telling the story, I still like these characters and the people I work with.”

Not only did the guys stick around, they built a reputation of having created one of the warmest sets in the business, with a number of crew members staying with the production all 15 seasons. It all dates back to a talk Kripke had with his stars during the filming of the series’ second episode. “I said, ‘The show is about your two characters, and with that comes this responsibility,’ ” Kripke says. Padalecki remembers the exact setting of what he calls their “Good Will Hunting moment,” a bench in Stanley Park in Vancouver, where they film. It was a chat both actors took to heart. “We’d both been on other sets,” Ackles says. “We knew we wanted to enjoy it, to have fun with our crew; we wanted them to like us and us to like them and to have fun doing what we do.” It’s an attitude Pedowitz hopes bleeds into other CW shows, an attitude that launched an annual tradition where the CW chairman/CEO takes his new casts out to dinner with the Supernatural guys, a chance for the vets to share advice. “It’s always the most flattering situation,” Padalecki says, recalling a moment he had a few years back with the late Luke Perry, who was a part of the Riverdale cast. “Luke was sitting next to me and he was like, ‘What y’all have done and what we hear about you guys, it’s really cool to be associated with y’all in some way, shape, or form,’” he recalls. “And I’m sitting there pinching myself.”

It’s a behind-the-scenes legacy that’s perhaps just as impressive, if not more so, than the onscreen legacy. Collins, 45, who started as a guest star and the show’s first angel in season 4, has become the show’s third-longest-running series regular, and he still remembers walking onto set his first day. “When you’re coming onto a show as a guest star, it can be a little bit nerve-racking,” Collins says. “Coming to this set, it was an immediately different vibe. Think- ing about working on other shows in the future, that’s something that I aspire to bring with me.”

A similar reputation extends to the fans as well. Not only is the #SPNFamily one of the most dedicated fandoms out there, it’s also known to be a pretty nice one. (Not many fandoms can say they’ve helped launch a crisis support network for their fellow fans.) But their dedication isn’t just about seeing what crazy twist God throws at Team Free Will next. Thanks to fan conventions and social media, the viewers are just as invested in the lives of the actors. Supernatural’s not just about the words on the page, it’s about the actors saying them. “When you’re dealing with the public taste, there’s an alchemy of great writing, a great idea, and the close-up that’s required,” Peter Roth, chairman of Warner Bros. Television Group, says. “You need stars who you want in your living room.” And you need stars who want to be in your living room, and who, even after 15 years, care so deeply that they get emotional while taking photos in Malibu.

"It's going to be a long eight months," Ackles declares. Standing on that same ledge, an hour before the champagne shot, Ackles, Padalecki, and Collins walk away from a group hug after unexpectedly starting to tear up. It might be the setting — looking out over the ocean — or the occasion: their last-ever photo shoot. Or maybe it’s the fact that they’re almost a month into filming their final season.

It had been a question posed to the stars for years: How long will this show continue? How long can it continue? “Even my mom and dad were like, ‘When are you going to be done with this?’” Ackles says with a laugh. It was a decision the network and studio had ultimately put into the actors’ hands, and it was a conversation they’d been having for a while. Back in 2016, Padalecki told EW, “If we don’t make it to [episode] 300, I think Ackles and I will both be truly bummed.” But in season 14, they hit 300…and then kept going. While filming episode 307, they announced the upcoming 15th season would be the end, which will bring them to a total of 327 episodes when all is said and done. “[Jared] and I were always married to the fact that we never wanted to go out with a diet version of what we had,” Ackles says. “We wanted to have enough gas left in the tank to get us racing across the finish line. We didn’t want to limp across.” Padalecki remembers the moment it hit him — not the decision to end it, but rather the opposite. “We had that moment where he and I both realized that we didn’t want it to end,” he says. “It finally got to a point, ironically, where it was like, ‘I never want to leave this. I could do this until the day I die, and then if I get the choice when I’m dead, I’ll re-up!’ But you never want to be the last person at a party. We just knew. That’s not to say there haven’t been vacillations, but we all trust the decision that was made.”

Starting in July 2019, the cast and crew returned to Vancouver to begin filming the final season, but in March 2020, with two episodes left to go, they were sent home. For years, fans had wondered what, if anything, could stop the Winchesters, and now it seems we have the answer: a global pandemic. As sets closed amid social-distancing measures due to the spread of COVID-19, it didn’t take long for fans to start connecting the dots, sharing relevant GIFs from episodes that featured viruses, most notably Chuck telling Dean to hoard toilet paper “like it’s made of gold” before the end of the world in season 5’s “The End.” (Did we mention that Supernatural is also kind of psychic? In a season 6 episode, Dean calls Sam “Walker, Texas Ranger,” which just so happens to be the role Padalecki has lined up after this ends.)

When production paused, it all felt a little like we were living in an episode of the show, just waiting for Sam and Dean to drive up in Baby, open those creaky doors, and save us. They might not be able to do quite that, but the thing with the Winchesters is that they never stay down for long. When Supernatural is able to safely resume production, it will. And though there are only two episodes left to film, fans will enjoy a total of seven unseen hours, including the return of Charlie (Felicia Day) and a mystery woman who visits the bunker and, for some reason, gives Sam and Dean all the holidays they never got to celebrate. “She makes Christmas for them and Thanksgiving, birthday parties, and all that. It’s a very good episode,” Singer says, adding, “I don’t know when it’s going to air.”

That’s the thing—no one knows, not even the guys who took out Yellow Eyes, stopped Leviathans, defeated Death himself, and are supposedly destined to be the messengers of God’s destruction. But Sam and Dean do know the value of a good plan B. “Obviously it’s a horribly unfortunate situation we’re in, but the silver lining is that it gives us an opportunity to recharge,” Ackles says. “We had just finished episode 18, we shot one day of episode 19, and I was reading these two monster scripts thinking, ‘It’s like we’re at the end of a marathon and they want us to sprint for the last two miles.’ I feel like this almost gives us an opportunity to refocus and go into the last two episodes and hit them with everything we got.” Because when they do return to set, shave their quarantine beards, and step back into Sam and Dean’s shoes for the last time, they’ll have one shot at ending this thing…and they’re determined not to miss. 

Photos: Peggy Sirota for EW 

https://ew.com/tv/supernatural-stars-cover-ew-to-reflect-on-the-shows-undying-legacy/

[deanbisexual]

12 days of christmas by misha collins on spotify

[spnreactionblogging]

INHERIT THE EARTH

SPOILERS BELOW but I guess I’m late to the party huh

oh boy here goes, it's 12/10/2020 as I write this and I've had social media blacklisting SPN tags for the last month so I could get into the headspace to deal with this, I have not heard good things but although I got 15x19 spoiled for me I have somehow avoided 15x20 spoilers so let's see joining me is Two Brothers Pinch of Grace beer and Angel's Envy rum cask rye whiskey a "familiar face" returns? the dog? oh boy it's a buckleming episode I can't wait. how much of this footage was shot after lockdown, is what I want to know. what changed. I am upset that I'm walking into Jack Dying, the episode, on the heels of Cas Dying, the episode the violin is soulful and good at least thank you Jack. thank you for asking where he is. I love this shot of sam against the power lines. he looks so small. dean I really don't want you to be the one pretending you give a shit and trying to "comfort" jack. nice reverse establishing shot of the earth. "hokay. so, here's the earth." oh hey jake abel. I guess I knew that. doesn't mark pellegrino show up too. they're the only PCs left oh sweetheart :( he's trying to pray to him. so buckleming remembered that was an option, huh, just not like. in the ma'lak box jack sitting on that giant retail planter is so damn sad man the fucking uh, the empty news chair with the camera rolling is wild. I love you sam I love rob and every time I see him I'm sad that they made chuck such an asshole calling jack a "lapdog" wow. indeed. okay chuck you're ripping off The Road or whatever, we get it jack has like honest to god pajamas. maybe they were from the dryad or whoever for christmas dean passed out on the floor huh he found a liquor store and he drank it is jack hearing angel radio again doggo "I love you miracle dog" this dog honestly is the best thing oh there he goes :( rickrolled "maybe that's the point. no one left to save. no one but us." sam is better at reading than dean is okay that is a COOL fucking camera angle looking down from above the crucifix this does feel a lot lonelier, like early seasons are we looking at the stations of the cross, is that what the pages were turned to. I couldn't quite see jake abel, I wish I had not missed your baking show with misha that instagram failed to record :( "poor bastard never caught a break" no fucking kidding, RIP adam (finally) michael's been running PR on earth I can't get over how much it looks like jack and adam/michael should be related can michael read the death book? lmao this is how a lot of people seem to feel about books in general, like it's causing them pain to try to read. dramatic music as no one can read it's chuck pranking them again. guaranteed. LMAOOOOO OR LUCIFER so the empty can eject angels back onto earth. fascinating. ah, betty is a reaper. she's gonna come back as death, huh so she can read the book tbh good for her the headbutt was good death starter kit with the decoder ring lmaooooo GOD talking to them like they're petty children is honestly making my day!!! "not a group project" I mean even if she was with them she could just lie about what it says. not okay with leaving jack and lucifer alone "almost-mighty" is really funny the house of cards is good lucifer's right about "fuck god" is betty the empty hahaha you guys got fucked "mikey's a cuck" wow. thanks buckleming. cuckleming? archangel blade??? jack u ok did sam hook michael up with that??? sam is smart. thank fuck. sam'll have it cracked in an hour. sam's got the book of the damned and google translate: enochian (that he cowrote with castiel) sam's a witch wherever they're filming is gorgeous GET HIM, SAM, PUNCH GOD IN THE FACE that was inspired. that was like bobby singer shooting lucifer levels of inspired. buckleming had to get their torture in. last hurrah for the torture train where's jack??? this is what people mean when they say "I like to torture my OCs" you know you didn't have to be an asshole to your grandchild, dude I like when everybody's eyes glow but especially jack's this empty book is trump's COVID plan. just blank sheets of paper stapled together sam is smart. jack's like a mushroom. just soaks up all the good juices in the pan. what if sam and dean make out in the next episode and we find out becky wrote the whole show. maybe you just have to be a regular jackoff, chuck. dean pretty much is the ultimate killer. I mean yeah that is who you are, dean how victorious. you die sick and alone and forgotten with no healthcare. america! this is a bummer. is this victorious? did we win? lmao the sign "ONE MORE!" is that a teal impala over there how do you have extras in this episode, yeesh how much was stock footage, if any "What do we call you?" "Who cares what we call him? All that matters is that we got him back online." fuck off dean at least let jack answer "of course he's coming back" fuck off dean why would he come back with you if he can do anything he wants GO FIND CAS fuck off dean just fuck off dude, you don't get to boss him around how freudian, kill your grandfather who is god very demiurge of you, jack jack's off to be a blind watchmaker I love how he waves, jack is adorable god they're like literally red oni blue oni (red jackass, blue jackass?) over here lmao, these shirts when did cas and jack write their names on the table, they only count now that they're dead? or did I miss something earlier this shot of "what is and what should never be" absolutely breaks my goddamn heart. top fave. fuck. this is a sweet tribute how is this not the end???? I like how kim rhodes and misha collins get special guest star credits for their voicemails/fake phone call literally how is this not the ending to the show. why is there another episode. sans undertale appears to warn me not to watch the next episode. "you're gonna have a bad time." a friend who's not in the fandom asked me "is the tetanus thing for real" and I was like "??????????" and that's the only thing I know going into this. what do they do, drive into toluca lake have a jared and jensen spa day I caught wind of someone saying like "what if sam wakes up to 'heat of the moment' again" which would be BRILLIANT but they're not that clever do they just get stabbed by a regular-ass ghost? do we delete the whole universe and salt and burn the show itself? where do we even go from here. how many sharks are left to jump. someone said "sam gets shot by navient for unpaid student loans" and that is fucking funny and too real sam dies of muscular dystrophy and dean sings "heat of the moment" to congress to allow stem cell research? what. what could you possibly write from here. and why would you. I feel like any shitpost thing I say is still gonna be more clever than what they came up with and I'm not sure I should even watch it. I also hate the idea that buckleming would have the last word but it was surprisingly watchable is this SPN's equivalent of the candy epilogue, but with zero self-awareness? the network swooping in for a final "fuck you" like they did to mark sheppard? what. what even. I don't know if I want to know

[misccee]

12 Days of Christmas with Jason Manns ft Misha Collins

Breakdown via YT user Makoto Tachibana

[Misha] On the first day of Christmas, [Jason] My true love gave to me A partridge in a pear tree. [Misha] On the second day of Christmas, [Jason] My true love gave to me [Misha] Two turtle doves [Jason] And a partridge in a pear tree. [Misha] On the third day of Christmas, [Jason] My true love gave to me [Misha] Three French hens, two turtle doves [Jason] And a partridge in a pear tree! [Misha] On the fourth day of Christmas, [Jason] My true love gave to me [Misha] Four calling birds, [Jason] Three French hens, [Misha] Two turtle doves [Both] And a partridge in a pear tree! [Misha] On the fifth day of Christmas, [Jason] My true love gave to me             Five golden rings. [Both] Four calling birds, three French hens, [Misha] Two turtle doves [Jason] And a partridge in a pear tree! [Misha] On the sixth day of Christmas, [Jason] My true love gave to me            Six geese a-laying, five golden rings. [Both] Four calling birds, [Jason] Three French hens, [Misha] Two turtle doves [Both] And a partridge in a pear tree! [Misha] On the seventh day of Christmas, [Jason] My true love gave to me            Seven swans a-swimming, [Misha] Six geese a-laying, [Jason] Five golden rings. [Both] Four calling birds, [Jason] Three French hens, [Misha] Two turtle doves [Both] And a partridge in a pear tree! [Misha] On the eighth day of Christmas, [Jason] My true love gave to me [Misha] Eight maids a-milking, [Both] Seven swans a-swimming, [Jason] Six geese a-laying, [Both] Five golden rings.            Four calling birds, [Jason] Three French hens, [Misha] Two turtle doves [Both] And a partridge in a pear tree! [Misha] On the ninth day of Christmas, [Jason] My true love gave to me [Misha] Nine ladies dancing, [Jason] Eight maids a-milking, [Both] Seven swans a-swimming, [Jason] Six geese a-laying, [Both] Five golden rings.            Four calling birds, [Jason] Three French hens, [Misha] Two turtle doves [Both] And a partridge in a pear tree! [Misha] On the tenth day of Christmas, [Jason] My true love gave to me             Ten lords a-leaping, [Misha] Nine ladies dancing, [Jason] Eight maids a-milking, [Misha] Seven swans a-swimming, [Jason] Six geese a-laying, [Both] Five golden rings.            Four calling birds, [Jason] Three French hens, [Misha] Two turtle doves [Both] And a partridge in a pear tree! [Misha] On the eleventh day of Christmas, [Jason] My true love gave to me [Both] Eleven pipers piping, [Misha] Ten lords a-leaping, [Jason & chorus] Nine ladies dancing, [Both] Eight maids a-milking, [Jason] Seven swans a-swimming, [Both] Six geese a-laying, five golden rings.            Four calling birds, [Jason] Three French hens, [Misha] Two turtle doves [Both] And a partridge in a pear tree! [Misha] On the twelfth day of Christmas, [Jason] My true love gave to me [Jason] Twelve drummers drumming, [Misha & chorus] Eleven pipers piping, [Jason] Ten lords a-leaping, [Misha & chorus] Nine ladies dancing, [Jason] Eight maids a-milking, [Misha & chorus] Seven swans a-swimming, [Jason] Six geese a-laying, five golden rings. [Both] Four calling birds, [Jason] Three French hens, [Misha] Two turtle doves [Both] And a partridge in a pear tree!

[ruined-by-destiel]

Making Memories (part 12)

Summary: It’s Christmas morning, and you and Misha both have very special gifts for each other.

Words: 1.1k

Misha x Reader

Warnings: none

Notes: sorry it’s so late, but we’re finally here! hope you all had a great Christmas :) written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas Challenge

Day 12: Opening Gifts

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You woke up to soft kisses on your neck, gradually moving up towards your face and landing on your lips.

“Good morning.”

You smiled, turning over and pulling Misha into an embrace. “Good morning.”

He hugged you back, kissing you everywhere he could reach. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered in your ear.”

“Is this your way of saying you want to open presents?” You laughed as he kissed your lips, jumping out of bed and grabbing your hand. “Will you make some coffee? I just need to do something first.”

“Sure,” Misha answered before heading downstairs, a bounce in his step.

As soon as you knew he was in the kitchen, you slipped out of bed and opened your closet, pulling out a small box. Grabbing the extra wrapping paper you’d saved, you quickly wrapped the box and placed a simple bow on top. You scribbled his name on the top before racing down the stairs, and swiftly hiding the box underneath the tree.

Just as you were standing up, Misha walked in holding two steaming mugs of coffee.

“Thanks,” you said as you took the mug, taking a seat on the floor next to the tree.

Misha sat down across from you, patiently waiting. You smiled and took a sip of your coffee, then took one of the gifts and tossed it to him.

“I swear, you’re just like a kid,” you laughed, watching him unwrap the gift.

He winked at you, pulling out a dark gray, cable knit sweater.

“It’s as much as a gift for me as it is for you,” you explained, feeling your face heat up slightly. “Sweaters just look really good on you.”

“Yeah?” Misha pulled it over his head and through his arms, running his hands over the soft fabric. “Well, I love it. It’ll be good for when it gets even colder outside.”

You groaned. “Don’t remind me. It’s bad enough now as it is.”

Misha chuckled. “But while we’re on the subject…” He grabbed a similarly wrapped gift and handed it to you. “Seems like we were thinking about the same things.”

You ripped off the paper, understanding what he meant. You were looking at a sweater almost identical to the one you’d given him, only yours was a dark blue and the neck dropped into a V shape.

“Nice,” you commented as you put it on, giggling as you looked between the two of you. “Oh god, we’ve become that couple, haven’t we?”

Misha laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he did. “As long as this is the extent to which it goes, I think I’m ok with it.”

You spent the next few minutes opening the remaining presents under the tree, your gifts consisting of fuzzy socks, a bracelet to match the necklace you’d opened last night, a monogrammed fleece headband, and a box of assorted chocolates. You’d also gotten Misha some fuzzy socks, as well as a perfume you knew he liked and was almost out of, a journal, and chocolates.

After he opened the box of chocolates, you made a move to grab the last gift behind the tree but he stopped you.

“Hang on, before you get up.” He put the chocolates to the side, pulling out a small parcel from behind him. “Last one.”

Your heart was pounding as you took the box, small enough to fit in your hand, and opened it up. Your hands shook as you pulled out the matching rings, letting them rest in the palm of your hand.

“They’re promise rings,” Misha explained, grabbing the back of his neck, like he always did when he was nervous. “I know you’ve always been iffy about marriage and all that, and I didn’t want it to feel like I was pressuring you or anything. But it’s yours, if you want it. And mine,” he cleared his throat nervously. “Ours.”

You picked up the smaller ring, watching the light reflect off the smooth silver, and tracing your finger over the interlocking bands in awe. “They’re beautiful.”

“Only the best for my girl,” Misha smiled at you nervously. “What do you say?”

You realized you hadn’t given him an answer yet, snapping out of your daze. “Oh my god, yes. Of course, I mean,” you shook your head, the tears already prickling at your eyes, “I love them. Yes.”

Misha let out a breath of relief, taking the smaller ring and slipping it on your finger, you doing the same with his ring.

“This is really gonna make my gift seem insignificant now,” you mumbled as you looked intently at your hand.

“You still have another present?” You looked up at Misha, not having realized you’d spoken out loud.

“Yeah, just something small, it’s not a big deal.” You reached under the tree once more and pulled out the hastily wrapped box, handing it to Misha. “Here.”

Misha pulled away the wrapping paper, furrowing his brow when he recognized the worn shoe box. “I don’t understand.”

“Everything you don’t know about me,” you took a deep breath, “is in that box. Any questions you’ve ever had that I couldn’t- wouldn’t, answer, are explained in there.”

You watched as Misha pulled out the pictures you’d been looking at together the other day, as well as the stack of letters and other small objects, your chest tightening as he looked at each item, waiting for him to say something.

He slowly put everything back in the box and replaced the lid, then scooted up so that he was directly in front of you.

“I can’t believe you thought this was any less important than the rings,” he murmured, brushing his fingers through your hair.

You shrugged, taking a shuddery breath. “It’s just stuff.”

“No, it’s you. It’s all of you, your memories,” he cupped your face, “your family.”

You closed your eyes, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. “I just want you to know,” you took another deep breath, opening your eyes to look at him, “I’m in this for the long run. I don’t want to hide anything about myself from you. You’ve given your all to me, and all I want is to do the same.”

Misha huffed something between a laugh and a sob. “Y/N, I will never give you anything less than everything that I am. I love you.” He kissed you softly on the lips. “So much.”

You nodded, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a proper kiss, unable to keep from smiling. “I love you too.”

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[mishaandthebrits]

December 12

First of all, I’m so sorry I’m late, I was so super busy that I couldn’t publish because I’m trying to start my own business. If you wanna know more check out my ko-fi or drop me a message <3 In today’s part is actually what I’m gonna sell :) 

Pairing: Misha Collins x Reader

Christmas was the most wonderful time for you, ever since you were a child you loved it and now, as an adult, you made sure people around you would love it just as much as you did. 

Every year you gave out gifts to everyone all around and this year you would do just the same. For weeks you had crafted little key tags already and made sure that they were personalized. 

In the end you had blisters on your fingers and way too many metal pieces laying around, but you didn’t mind at all because it meant that your friends would get a nice gift and hopefully like it. 

Two days before Christmas you placed them all on the door handles to their trailers and waited on set for them to finally start the day. 

“Darling? Did you make this?”, Misha was the first to ask and approach you smiling widely while holding out his tag. 

“I did! Merry Christmas Mish!”, you grinned happily before being wrapped in a tight hug from the man himself. 

“I love it! It’s amazing!  I’ll put this on my car keys and never take it off! How do you always get those ideas?!”, he rambled on not letting go of you just yet so you wrapped your arms around him tightly in return. 

“I got one of those gifted and I love it and I thought like this you can all carry the memory around even after the show ends.”, you explained smiling while he pushed you away lightly so he could look at you. 

“You’re not gonna get rid of us that easily, you do know that right?”

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