#Misha Collins reader insert

[castielscaplan]

Seventy Percent (Castiel)

Summary: Castiel feels a warmth he must share with you.

Warnings: Fluff

WC: 906

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Prompt: "I am approximately 70% asleep right now, and you are interrupting my process." used from this list

The bunker was finally quiet.

The hunt had been long, ugly, and covered in mud. You’d helped gank a banshee, stitched up Dean’s shoulder, convinced a witness not to call the cops, and barely escaped a shower of broken glass. The post-hunt adrenaline had long since burned off, and by the time you finished the last load of laundry, your body ached in places you didn’t even know could ache.

All you wanted was to be horizontal.

Your bed welcomed you like an old friend, and the cool sheets pulled you into a soft, gentle embrace. You’d just sunk into that perfect sweet spot between wakefulness and unconsciousness—the mythical 70% zone—when:

FWUMP.

The unmistakable sound of wings filled the room. A breeze brushed your cheek, and the air shifted.

You didn’t even open your eyes. “Castiel…”

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” came his deep, even voice from far too close to your face. “But this is important.”

You groaned. “Cas. My guy. My ancient celestial being.” You turned your face into the pillow. “I am approximately 70% asleep right now, and you are interrupting my process.”

A pause. “What process?”

You finally lifted your head just enough to glare blearily at him. He was perched on the edge of your bed like a confused gargoyle, trench coat still buttoned up, hands folded in his lap.

“The process of falling asleep,” you mumbled. “It’s delicate. It’s sacred. And you’re stomping around in it like a moose.”

He blinked, unoffended. “I see.”

You dropped your head again, sighing. “Okay. You have one minute. What’s so urgent?”

Castiel shifted slightly on the bed, clearly troubled. “There is a sensation in my chest.”

You blinked, then slowly raised your head again. “…Is it a heart attack? Because if it’s a heart attack, I need more than a minute.”

“No. I don’t believe I’m dying.” He placed a hand flat over his heart. “It feels like… fluttering. But also heavy. I observed it happening when I looked at you earlier. You were asleep on the library couch, and I found myself...unable to leave.”

Your sleepy brain tried to catch up. “You watched me sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Cas…”

“I didn’t stare,” he added quickly. “I just… stayed. In case something tried to harm you.”

Your tired heart melted just a little. “Okay, well. That’s kinda sweet. But why are you here now?”

He tilted his head. “Dean says the sensation may be affection. Or possibly indigestion.”

You laughed, curling into your blanket. “It’s not indigestion. Sounds like a crush, Cas.”

“A crush?” he echoed.

“A crush,” you said, yawning. “Or maybe more. You feel safe when I’m around, yeah?”

He nodded.

“And you care what happens to me?”

His expression softened. “Very much.”

“Then congrats. You’re in love.”

Castiel sat with that for a long moment, then blinked slowly. “Oh.”

You grinned into your pillow. “Yeah. ‘Oh.’”

“Would you like me to leave?” he asked carefully. “I’ve disturbed your sleep process.”

You reached out a hand without even opening your eyes. “No. Come here.”

He hesitated for half a second, then stood and peeled off the trench coat with almost reverent slowness before climbing under the covers beside you.

You immediately tucked yourself into his side, head on his chest, hand fisting the soft fabric of his henley. He was warm—not exactly body heat, but some kind of internal grace-temperature—and solid. Safe.

“This is nice,” he said, sounding slightly stunned.

“You’re nice,” you murmured. “But I swear, Cas, if you start glowing or angel-radioing while I’m asleep…”

“I won’t,” he said solemnly.

And just as you were drifting again, 80% there, the door creaked open.

Dean stood in the doorway in flannel pajama pants and a ratty Zeppelin tee, hair rumpled. He froze like a man who’d just walked in on something sacred and illegal.

Castiel didn’t move. He merely looked over at Dean and said, “She invited me into the bed.”

Dean opened his mouth. Closed it. Raised a finger. Lowered it.

“…Okay, that’s… cool,” he said finally. “Just, uh. Keep the angelic mojo at PG levels, alright? This ain’t a Harlequin novel.”

“Dean,” you mumbled without opening your eyes, “if you say one more word, I’m getting Sam and telling him you sleep with a teddy bear named Zeppelin.”

Dean scowled. “You’re evil.”

“Goodnight.”

He muttered something about ‘damn cosmic beings stealing all the women’ before slinking back into the hallway.

Five minutes later, you heard another knock.

“Cas?” Sam’s voice called softly. “Dean said you’re in bed with Y/N. Is that… real?”

Castiel didn’t miss a beat. “It is. I am currently participating in a ‘sleepover cuddle scenario.’”

There was a brief silence.

“…Good for you, man,” Sam said, and you could hear the genuine warmth in his voice. “She deserves someone who’ll protect her like that.”

Castiel looked down at you, just as you murmured, “You hear that, angel boy? Even Sam ships us.”

He smiled, the expression soft and full of wonder. “Then I am most fortunate.”

You yawned and melted further into his arms. “Next time though… maybe declare your eternal love after I get to 100% asleep, okay?”

“I will take that into consideration,” he whispered, then pressed his lips gently to your forehead.

And this time, you slipped past 70%, past 100%, into perfect sleep—with an angel wrapped around you like the safest blanket in the world.

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//PLEASE USE THIS AS A REMIDNER TO REBLOG! \\

[castiwls]

Omggg hii ok so I've always wanted a fic about what the readers and Castiel's conversation or just interaction in general would be. If the two were already in an established relationship and when Lucifer was possessing Castiel had gotten intimate or something with the reader, not knowing it was Lucifer and thinking it was Castiel of course. What would his reaction be and how would he feel. Especially since he probably had to watch the whole thing go down but could do absolutely nothing about it. How would the two make up and such. <3

this is me trying - c.n

Paring; Castiel x fem!reader

Synopsis; You and Castiel struggle with the aftermath of Lucifer

Warnings; Maybe occ

Notes; Hiii tysm for the request! I've truthfully not wrote for Castiel in soo long so I apologise if this is kinda occ.

Masterlist

“and maybe i don’t quite know what to say but I’m here in your doorway”

Taking a deep breath you leaned back against the headboard of your bed. The book in your lap no longer held your attention as you stared blankly down at it. You didn’t know how to feel about the events which have transpired over the last few days, at first you were angry and then that anger seemed to dissipate into an emptiness mixed with guilt. 

Guilt that you’d not paid enough attention to notice that for the past few weeks, Lucifer had been running around in your boyfriend's body. Playing it back in your head now you noticed the strange behaviour but at the moment you’d paid no mind. 

“Y/n. We need to talk.” Castiel’s voice brought you out of your head. He stood in the doorway a slight frown on his face. You knew exactly what he wanted to talk about but the whole situation still brought a bad taste to your mouth. He watched you for a moment before letting out a sigh and moving into the room. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed he turned to you. “I’m not sure what else to say other than sorry.” The angel looked down at his hands as he spoke. You’d never seen him look as regretful as he did now. 

“Why didn’t you say anything to me? We could’ve spoken about it Cas.” You placed your book to the side before crossing your legs. “I basically cheated on you, do you know how that feels.” You let out a sigh before reaching over to grab his hand. “I’m not angry at you, I just…I let him into our space, and I told him things thinking I was talking to you. I let him kiss me Cas, and it’s all I can think about.” 

In truth, the guilt had been pretty much eating you alive. The emptiness you felt now came from the fact that the guilt had seemingly taken everything else. He was quiet for a moment before squeezing your hand and looking back up.

His eyes met yours for a moment before he shifted slightly closer. “It’s not your fault what happened. It’s my fault I know that,” He frowned again going quiet. You knew from the look on his face that he was struggling to find the words to express how he felt. 

He had his own guilt over the whole situation. Having to sit back and watch someone else pretend to be him and interact with you in that way had left him feeling angry and helpless in a way he’d never experienced before. Seeing how it had affected you though was worse than any guilt he could ever feel. 

“I’m willing to work with you.” He finished after a moment. He smiled at you before squeezing your hand again. “Thank you.” You squeezed his hand back. You were both quiet for a moment before you patted the space next to you. The tension from his shoulders seemed to drop at your invite and he happily moved next to you.

This was the first time since Lucifer that you’d both been alone together. A sigh of contentment left you as you settled into his side. You knew things weren’t gonna go straight back to how they were. Castiel had still broken your trust by doing what he’d done but you also knew that he would do anything to regain your trust.

You smiled up at him before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. A smile graced his lips as your lips met his and for that moment you allowed yourself to forget about the past few weeks.

[tangerinelace]

american love song

summary: it's all over. sam's in the pit. and dean has a choice to make.

warnings: angst, mentions of violence/death, unsatisfying ending, and once again- angst

author's note: i wrote this instead of sleeping and now i'm done. so, goodnight!

inspired by "american love song" by infinity love song and momo boyd. if you haven't heard it, go listen and thank me later. also for my destiel friends- definitely go listen to this song. this is an x reader, but that song is so damn destiel coded.

The sky is somehow still. That's the first thing you notice after all of the dust settles. Hours after Sam jumped into the pit, after he took Michael and Lucifer with him. After years and years leading up to it, after losing countless people you loved. It's all over now, and the sky is still. Like nothing ever happened. And you don't know if that's a relief or if that pisses you off even more.

Dean sits on the hood of his car, looking up at the sky. You sit inside on the passenger's seat. It is unsettlingly quiet, like the eerie calm after the storm. Where there was once rock and roll bellowing from the stereo, there is now nothing but the crickets outside and the occasional creak from the old engine. Where there was once Sam, there is nothing but his initials carved into the wooden panel of the car. Where there was once a fight, a cause, a purpose- there is now nothing. And you're not sure Dean can handle that.

The car door shuts as you walk over to him, hands in your jacket pockets. He doesn't look over at you, not even when you sit on the hood of his car right next to him. You don't touch, don't even speak for a while.

But then, you do. "You think Cas is up there?"

Dean exhales softly through his nose. "Raisin' hell, I hope."

You don't laugh at the irony this time because you know he's not joking.

You begin to think back to all of the times you two sat like this under the cloak of night before. Usually just off of an exit, too close to the highway but too far from a motel. Dean would whine about being tired, wanting to take a power nap. "Just a few hours," he'd say. And you'd go along with it. But you knew- hell you both knew. Because a few minutes would go by and suddenly you're hours deep into a conversation about nothing and everything all at once, all taking place on the hood of that car. You'd talk about memories from the road, ones from childhood, fears about the future, regrets from the past. Dean would sneak you sidelong glances, and you pretended you didn't notice. When your fingers would brush his, just barely, he wouldn't move away.

But that was before. And this is now.

You smile to yourself, though it's not one of joy. "We used to do this all the time," you recall. Maybe to Dean. Maybe to yourself.

Either way, Dean responds. First with a nod. Then, "There's a lot we used to do."

Something about that hollows out your chest. Maybe it's because it's truthful. Maybe because he said it like a conclusion. Like continuing to talk like that- to reminisce, to dream- would be continuing to hope. And Dean Winchester doesn't have a whole lot of hope left in the chamber.

And you can tell. You turn to face him, his head still aimed at the sky, hands in his own pockets. His jaw is hard and set, his eyes glaring at the sky like it personally offended him. And you figure, in a way, it did. He'd always been like that to a degree- hard and stoic. That was the result of his father raising him like a soldier. But there used to be a spark in him. A lightness to him even in dark times. An "I-can't-be-held" attitude even while shackled.

But that was before, you remind yourself again. And this is now.

That spark jumped into the pit along with Sam. Or, what was left of it. Really, it began to decay when Sam died the first time. But this was the last nail in the semi-literal coffin. Sam is gone. And Dean is... tired. You can see it on his face. You've seen it for a while now. There's creases around his lips, bags under his eyes. His shoulders droop, like there's a physical presence, a weight, crushing him.

You inch closer to him, just barely. And for just one moment, you reminisce anyway.

"You remember when I asked you if you'd ever thought about getting out?" I say, my voice hoarse still, but soft.

Dean doesn't respond for a beat too long. Then, almost like a whisper, "Yeah."

It comes out pained, as though a single word can say a million things.

You swallow. "And you said, ‘Yeah. Sometimes.’ Like maybe, if the stars aligned, you’d give it a shot.”

Dean finally glances over at you. Just barely. “I remember.”

You nod, watching the horizon instead of him. "Well," you start, the word brittle on your tongue, “I think this is it. The stars. Aligning.”

Dean’s head turns more now, shoulders shifting like he’s about to speak. But you cut him off before he can even gather the words.

“You should go,” you say, quietly. “Be with her.”

That draws the full weight of his gaze. It’s sharp. Disbelieving. “What?”

“Lisa. The kid. The house with the white fence and the dog. That could be yours.”

He scoffs, but there's no real conviction behind it. “You serious right now?”

“Dead.”

“That’s funny,” he mutters, bitter. “Because last I checked, we’re not exactly the ‘getting out’ type.”

“No,” you agree. “We’re not. But maybe that’s why you have to try. Because people like us… we don’t get chances like this. Not really. And if you stay- if you keep going down this road- it’s just gonna eat you alive.”

He stares at you, jaw clenching, something wild flickering behind his eyes. “And what about you?”

You hesitate. Just long enough for the lie to hurt. “Someone’s gotta stay behind. Pick up the slack. Cas is gone. Sam’s… gone. The work’s not.”

“That’s bullshit,” Dean growls, his voice suddenly too loud in the quiet night. “Don’t put this on the job. You’re doing this to protect me.”

“Damn right I am.”

He lets out a humorless laugh, standing and pacing a few steps away like he might punch something. But he doesn’t. He just stands there, fuming, fists clenched. You stay seated. Because if you get up, you might not stick to your decision.

He turns back to you, and his voice is softer now. Raw.

“You think I want that life? That I can just play house like none of this ever happened?”

“I think you deserve to try.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“I know.”

He looks at you like you’ve slapped him. But you push forward. Because you have to.

“This is all I’ve ever known, Dean. Hunting. Surviving.” Your voice cracks, but you don’t stop. “I don’t know how to want anything else anymore. But you do. You’ve got an out now, and if you don’t take it-if you throw it away- I’ll never forgive you.”

Dean’s chest rises and falls like he’s trying to breathe through a storm. His eyes are glassy now, red-rimmed and angry, but he doesn’t look away. Silence blooms between you again. It stretches and stretches until it’s unbearable. Until it feels like a goodbye all on its own.

Finally, Dean speaks. “You love me.” It’s not a question. Just a statement hanging in the air, naked and unblinking.

You nod once. “Yeah. That’s why I’m letting you go.”

He doesn’t answer right away. He just stares off into the night like he’s trying to find something out there worth believing in.

“I would’ve stayed,” he says again, barely audible. “You know that, right?”

You nod, swallowing hard. “I know.”

You both sit in it... what was never said, what never got to happen.

Dean finally stands. Slow. Reluctant. Like it takes everything he has left to tear himself away from you. He rounds the Impala, stops with his hand on the doorframe.

“I ever see you again…” he begins, but can’t finish.

You smile, just a little. “You’ll pretend not to know me. Just to piss me off.”

His throat moves like he’s trying not to choke on something. Maybe the goodbye. Maybe the grief. Maybe just you.

You stand too, but don’t step forward. Can’t.

“I meant it,” you say. “About loving you.”

His jaw tics. His eyes shine now- really shine, like he’s not going to be able to hold it together much longer. You blink fast, but it’s no use. Yours are welling too.

“Yeah,” Dean says, hoarse. “Me too.”

A breath. A pause. Then he gets in the car and closes the door, shutting out the last of it. Of you.

The Impala pulls away slow, gravel crunching under the tires like bones. And when the red of the taillights finally fades into black, your tears fall. Silently.

That’s the thing about still skies after a storm. They make you think, just for a second, that maybe the worst is behind you.

But the real damage is always quieter than thunder.

˚ ཐི⋆⛧⃝⋆ཋྀ ˚

[lovelywebber]

No One Noticed

Dean Winchester x Fem!reader

Synopsis: The aftermath of Dean and yours breakup is rough-especially when you run into each other during a hunt.

Warnings: Slight swearing, Crappy angst, happy ending, fluffy ending.

A/N: Hiya! This is my first piece on this account and I hope you excuse my poor writing, but otherwise enjoy! (I did a brief editing before posting so hopefully it aint that bad.)

Maybe I

Tears were streaming down your face-a common occurrence as of late.

The stuffy motel air was suffocating, or maybe that was the neighboring man with his cigar.

You had checked your voicemail for the 6th time today, but alas all 4 messages were from Sam Winchester. Not his brother, who had broken your heart not even 2 weeks ago.

Lost My Mind

Sam had been sending voicemails updating you on their lives, carefully leaving out any mention of Dean flirting with random women along the way-he had no idea what was going on in his brothers head to try and move on quick. His hypnosis was that Dean yet again was trying to bury the pain behind liquor and women.

You clicked on Sam's latest message-letting it play as you cleaned your guns.

"Hey Y/N! Just wanted to let you know we finished that werewolf hunt in Arkansas and we're back on the road again. Please call me back, We'r-I'm getting worried. Please call me when you get this. I just want to know that you are ok."

The voicemail ended and you decided it wasn't to late enough to call Sam.

The ring of the phone echoed through the room-before a small "Hello?" was heard.

You took a deep breath before replying, "Hi Sam." You heard a gasp on the other end.

"Y-Y/N! How are you? Where are you? You are safe right?" Sam was feeling a mixture of emotions, hurt, relief, and most of all concern. All of these emotions were heard clear by you through his rapid talking.

You chuckled dryly, "I'm ok Sam, I'm currently on a easy salt-and-burn case in Missouri. I'm as safe as I can be-how are you doing?"

"He was a jerk" Was all Sam replied with-another chuckle came out of you.

"Yeah, tell me about it. You are doing fine Sam, right?" Sam was like a little brother to you-concern was the base of emotions you always felt for him.

No One Noticed

He sighed, "Yes I'm-We're ok, I'll keep you updated so you don't worry." You sigh in relief-despite already hearing that they were fine from the voicemail.

"All right Sam, I'll let you go. Just didn't want to burden you with worry. Love ya'." A sad smile crept on your face.

"Alright, stay safe. Love You too." He hung up after a second of silence and words went unsaid.

No One Noticed

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Two weeks had passed since that call with Sam. Heartbreak still heavy in your heart concerning the older Winchester.

You were now in Illinois for another simple salt-and-burn.

You had already talked to the victims family and done all the boring research-you were now gathering your equipment to burn the ghost.

The ghost had been an older women who been murdered by her own son-must've been some disagreement.

You were checking your phone again, for who you? you didn't know (Dean Winchester).

Its Getting Old (I'd Kinda Like It If You'd Call me)

The grave was dug up and you were just coating the bones in gasoline before throwing in a lit match. Job completed.

You were driving back to your motel when you saw a flash of a familiar car.

You slouched in your seat and sighed-you finally reached the conclusion you were going crazy.

All Alone ('Cause I'm So Over Bein' Lonely)

The motel room felt more lonely than ever. You were alone as usually lately-but you never felt more alone than after a hunt when it used to be spent with your favorite people.

May Have Lost It (I Need A Virtual Connection)

After a steaming hot shower you cozied up in bed-yet again caught yourself checking your phone again. No messages from the person you wanted.

A rumble of an older sounding car woke you up from your almost asleep state. You grumbled in annoyance as it just reminded you of him. But what were the chances he and Sammy would be here. Too slim.

I Have Lost It (Be my Video Obsession)

You checked the time on your phone, as the alarm clock was broken next to your bed. It read 12:04 am enlisting a groan out of you.

You checked your messages again...

1 new message from Sammy ;)

"Hey Y/N! Just wanted to let you know we are in Illinois for a case involving a Ghost. Please call me back and let me know you're still safe."

You sat in the musty motel sheets in shock.

There was no way

You were just going crazy and it couldn't have actually been the impala driving in the parking lot. No-they were at another Ghost hunt that coincidently resided in Illinois.

A peak outside to ease your conscience wouldn't hurt, right?

You put on some shorts and a hoodie over your original sleeping outfit before peaking out the window. Which didn't give you as much of a scope of the parking lot as you wanted.

The smell of rain hit your senses as soon as you walked out the door. You walked out and let your self take in a deep breath of the fresh air.

You were walking around the pathway next to the rooms when it started pouring again. You looked up thankful that there was cover over your head.

You were scanning the parking lot for the familiar car but stopped when you heard his voice.

No One Tried

"No Sammy, I'm not going down this road with you again!" He yelled at Sam, they were clearly talking about a tough topic with the way Dean was closing himself off.

Your heart sped up as you started speed walking back to your room. "Jeez how far did I walk" You mumbled to yourself, so lost in your frenzy that you didn't hear their room door slam shut.

To Read My Eyes

"Y/N." The words sent a cold chill down your back, but effectively making you stop in your tracks.

You turn around facing your fate and their he is.

Dean.

No One But You

You felt like you could drop dead any moment now with how fast your heart was racing.

facing him again like this, unprepared, it was brutal. completely unfair.

"Dean." You finally gained the courage to cut through the tense silence.

It hurt looking at him again, even with 10 feet in between you.

Wish It Weren't True

"You following us or somethin'?" He speaks. But the words have a painful hold. An accusation is the first thing he says to you besides your name.

If only you could laugh.

Instead you shake your head in disbelief and hurt. You turn back around and decide to cut through the parking lot to your room.

Anything to get away from him.

"Y/N, wait." His voice echoes, even through the harsh rain.

You shake your head and continue to walk. It hurts to much.

Maybe I (I'd Kinda Like It If You'd Call Me)

"Stop. Where are you going?" His voice was closer now-and a little more uneasy.

You felt a hand pull yours back. "Stop, please." He whispered.

You turned around, his hand still holding your wrist. You try your best to hold a blank expression. The stinging in your eyes told you it wouldn't last long.

it's Not Right ('Cause I'm So Over Bein' Lonely)

"Why are you here?" Dean asks with tenderness in his voice, not trying to hide it. He rubs his thumb on the back of your hand.

You pull out of his grip.

"I'm not hear because of you, I finished the Ghost case so you guys can leave." You turned your nose up at him to seem stronger and more controlled than you felt.

Make You Mine (I Need A Virtual Connection)

A look of concern flashed over his face-but quickly morphed into that of anger.

'You've been hunting by yourself?"

"Yeah? Why? Did you think I wouldn't?" What was his deal?

"It stupid of you to being hunting alone. Have you had anyone with you?"

Take Our Time (Be My Video Obsession)

"No, and not like its any of your business I have just been doing salt-and-burns, just ask Sam." You cross your arms around your torso, trying to protect yourself from him. Not physically, just emotionally.

Come on, don't leave me, it can't be that easy, babe

A little bit of hurt is seen on Deans face, most likely because you mentioned keeping in contact with his brother, even though he was the one who ended things.

"Goodbye Dean." You start heading back to your room, now completely drenched in rain.

if you believe me, I guess I'll get on a plane

"I wasn't done talking to you." His voice stops you before you make it far from him.

"And why would I continue to talk to you? You Hurt me Dean. Our last conversation-if you can even call it that-was by far the most hurtful we've ever had. So I really don't want to talk to you in case it happens again." The pain in your heart was starting to throb.

Fly to your city, excited to see your face

You look at him, making eye contact with those eyes you loved so much.

Hold me, console me, and then I'll leave without a trace (maybe I)

His eyes were pleading for you to talk to him.

Come on, Don't Leave me, It Can't Be That Easy, Babe (It's not right)

"You wanna talk fine-You left me." You decided to cut through the silence.

He looked down to the ground with shame.

"You left me after the argument. Where you basically told me you didn't love me anymore!" Tears mixed with the rain, what a great day for rain.

Dean looked up from his shoes and his eyes found yours. His completely overflowing with regret. Yours with hurt.

If you believe me, I guess I'll get on a plane (make you mine)

"Are you going to say anything? I talked-now its your turn." Seeing him after what you thought would be the last time hurt.

Silence hung in the air

You scoffed and turned around. It was bad enough he tried to make you feel guilty-but it was worse when he didn't try to explain himself.

Fly to your city, excited to see your face (take our time)

"I never said I didn't love you." a mumbled voice is heard.

You turned back around quick enough to give anyone whiplash.

"What?"

Dean was staring at the ground in front of him. What a coward move.

"I never said I didn't love you." Dean spoke up this time

Hold me, console me, and then I'll leave without a trace

Dean looked up and his eyes searched your-both his and yours on the search for the connection you still hoped was there.

"So why did you push me away? You ended things." You said quietly, stepping closer to the magnetizing force that Dean was.

"It was to protect you." Bullshit.

You took an angry step towards him, taking a calming breath before responding.

"I have been with you through so much, I'm sorry I assumed you thought we were equals. Not something to look down upon." You both stared into each others eyes. You remembered the late nights in the bunker-the whispered declarations of love, all of the sweet memories.

He shook his head denying the claims. He placed his hands on your shoulders-essentially latching onto you.

"No-No, I would never look down upon you. You are just as capable-if not more-than Sam or I."

Quiet silence ensued.

"I just didn't want to lose you." Dean had tears in his eyes now, you had just taken in how his eyes had red rims around them-showing he had been crying a lot before.

"Why didn't you call?" was the only mix of words that would be able to leave your mouth.

I'd kinda like it if you'd call me (it's not right)

Dean shook his head again

"I wanted to-so bad, but I thought you would hate to hear from me again. I know I hurt you, and that-that tore me apart much more than anything else.

You placed you hand on the side of his face-he leaned into it almost instantly.

"You cant push me away because you are scared." Your heart melted at the familiar feeling of his face in your hands.

'Cause I'm so over being lonely (Make you mine)

Deans hand reached up to enclose your own that held his face. He gently pulled you hand to his lips and he kissed them tenderly. His eyes met yours again as he did so, a sorry present in his eyes.

"I cross my heart, sweetheart."

I need a virtual connection (take our time)

Butterflies filled your stomach as you pulled your hand from his-placing them on his face again and pulled him in.

He let out a shaky sigh of relief as soon as he kissed back.

In between kisses you spoke, "You can't let this happen again, Dean. I Love you-I don't want to be split from you again."

"I don't want you to split from me again too." He muffled in-between kisses.

You pull away, hands still on both sides of his face. Dean looked like he was in a love sick daze as you both separated.

"I'm serious dean." His hands snaked around your waist and pulled you in.

"I am too, It hurt to much to watch you go. And its never going to happen again." Dean had never looked at you with so much sincerity before.

You nod before wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a hug.

"I missed you so much." You say as you hug him tighter.

He hugged you back just as tight, "I missed you too, darling. Way too much."

Comfortable silence was all you bother could hear. Nothing but the sound of nature surrounding the area singing.

"Did you already solve the hunt?"

"Yup"

He chuckled, "Thats my girl."

Be my video obsession

A/N: I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading! Love ya! <3

[supercap2319]

Y/N came down the stairs of the bunker towards the library. He had a stupid grin on his face, and he was carrying various Valentine's Day items. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

He hands the brothers, Cas, and Jack each a gift to commemorate this special occasion. He hands Castiel a heart-shaped box of chocolates. "Slut." He affectional calls the angel of the Lord. Cas opens the box and picks up a chocolate, and takes a bite before scarfing down the rest.

Y/N hands Jack at Teddy Bear. "Sweet face." Jack enthusiastically hugs the toy and introduces himself to the bear.

He looks at Dean. "Bitch." He hands him a store bought pie shaped like a heart as Dean's green eyes lighten up with joy.

Finally, he looks at Sam and hands him flowers. "For the sexiest guy that I know." Sam blushed and took the flowers and smelled them with a smile on his face.

[slut-for-evans-stan]

Can anyone please tell me which episode this is from? Been losing my mind trying to find it.

Please please comment and let me know.. where's this from??

Also, we all know where Cas is in this one right? Lol 😏

[sailorsally]

It's 2 AM in Wales when Michael Sheen's phone rings

Michael: Hello?

Misha: so how is it then?

Michael: How is what? Who is this??

Misha: how does it feel to finally get to kiss the love interest of the gay angel you play on tv?

Michael: Oh Misha, it's you. Is this why you are calling me at 2AM??

Misha: I HAVE TO KNOW, MICHAEL

Michael: Do you really wanna know?? I'll tell you then. It's absolutely mISERABLE EXISTENCE, MISHA!! THEY KISSED! AND EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT IT! BUT I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?? I CANNOT TALK ABOUT IT BECAUSE I WILL BE CROSSING A PICKET LINE - AND I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO MY FELLOW ACTORS - BUT GOD I AM AT MY WITS END. IT'S 2 AM AND I'M READING FANFICTION GOD HELP ME

Misha: oh

Michael: yeah.

Misha: I'm sorry I didn't realize... How is David doing?

Michael: Oh, enjoying my misery. He finds this particular situation of mine quite amusing.

Misha: Oh, don't they always.

Michael: Oh, your partn- Jensen too?

Misha: Don't even ask

Michael: But you two didn't even get to kiss, did you?

Misha: Precisely!

Michael: cannot imagine wh-

Misha: Michael, please

Michael: Oh right, I am sorry.

Misha: I am sorry too. About you know, the whole situation.

Michael: Thank you. Wishing you and your angel all the best.

Misha: Same to you and your angel. Goodnight Michael.

Michael: Goodnight Misha

[k2ntoss]

BOSS!HARVEY DENT

harvey is such a nice dude, you're working on the D.A.'s office fresh from law school so you probably make some mistakes but your boss is so supportive and it has nothing to do with the fact that he may have a crush on you, everyone around the office gets the same treatment because that's harvey: fair and faithful to his principles but then there's the long shifts on those days where harvey locks himself up on his private office, sometimes he calls you to whisper the filthiest things into your ear while he makes you read the papers you've been working on all day and that's the other him, you also like that harvey.

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

@jacklesversebingo Square filled: First Date

Rated: E

Word Count: 9,495

Chapters: 10

Relationships: Actor!Jensen Ackles/Guest Star! Female!Reader

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, implied Bob Singer, Supernatural (TV) Crew (implied), Reader, Reader’s Best Friend’s Spouse, Reader’s best friend, Richard Speight Jr. (implied)

Major Tags: Alternate Universe: Season/Series 15, Canon Divergent, Awkward Flirting, Jewish Reader, Jewish Misha Collins, Reader is a Fan of Supernatural, Author Knows Little About Canada, Author Regrets Nothing, Betaed, Reader is Kinky, Dom/Sub Undertones, Light Masochism, Light Bondage, P in V sex (wrap it up, kiddos),

A/N: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION! Jensen Ackles has NOT or EVER been married in this work of fiction. Jared Padalecki is married to Gen and has kids. Misha Collins is divorced with his two kids. With the show in production, all three live in Canada.

Summary: You are a guest start in season 15 on your favorite tv show, Supernatural, with production in Canada.

While in the show you’re playing a bad guy that is really a good guy but due to actions Castiel and Dean have taken, you’re having issues with your duties despite your romantic interest in Sam.

Outside of the show, Misha and you have just clicked as practically instant best friends and Jared has been teasing you think you have a crush on Misha when it’s really Jensen you’re crushing over and (awkwardly) flirting with.

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

You haven’t seen Castiel since before the angels were ejected out of Heaven, so many years ago. He was such a humble but fierce warrior that you admired. What you thought was a crush that died long ago turned out to be something else when you see him again.

Currently, you’re with the Winchester brothers and their angelic best friend fighting a huge pack of vampires when he witnesses your arm bitten by the leader of the pack. The Angel reacts so violently to your injury that he almost blindingly glows and reveals his wings, damaged from the fall.

You gasp at the sight, eyes wide, mouth falls open looking past the most beautiful being in your world and see his…scarred wings. Wings that used to be so lush and full, a pride of his. He places two fingers upon the vampire’s forehead and smites the creature behind you. He looks at your arm and fails healing you. You place your hand on his cheek with a soft smile trying to show that it’s ok. That you’ll be ok but before words can be exchanged, the angel collapses.

You catch him and call the brothers who help wrap your arm and get the surprisingly heavy angel into the impala. You sit in the back with his head in your lap, carding your fingers through his hair, and a a double crease between your furrowed brow, worried.

++++

In the bunker, you sit by his side in his room as he lays on his bed unconscious. His body is still warm at his usual temperature, toasty. Your mind dwells on his wings and wonder how that works. You know this body, a vessel, is more like a puppet he uses to communicate with the human world. It makes you chuckle at the thought of a giant Castiel with a hand puppet interact with walking puppets. Your chuckle turns into a giggle as the thought remains in your head, holding your abdomen.

Not realizing you closed your eyes, you open them and suddenly feel homesick for the angel. Tears form behind your eyes, you get up and climb into bed with him. Your head on his shoulder, making that arm raised up to accommodate you burrowed into his side. If you stick your nose against his armpit and inhale his scent of petrichor and ozone deeply, it’s no one else’s business but your own.

——

You awaken later finding yourself lying across the angel’s chest, feeling fingers combing through your hair, covered with a thin comforter. You hum your approval as the fingers continue to card through your hair. You shift realizing both of Castiel’s arms are wrapped around you. Shifting your head up, you see him watching you.

“Hello, Y/N.”

You grin, voice sleep deep, replying, “Hello, Castiel.”

He returns your voice and pauses his hand.

You whine and pout at the loss.

He chuckles and continues.

“I don’t get…many chances to have someone…play with my hair.”

His face softens and nods. “Of course.”

Closing your eyes, you just breathe concentrating on his fingers on your scalp. “Thank you for saving me,” you whisper. Just stopping yourself from saying affectionately angel. “I’m glad you’re ok.”

“Me too.”

Awake enough to realize how intimate this is, you begin to get up, panicking and face hot in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Cas. I didn’t mean to invade your space without permission. I’m sorry. I—I—I…missed you.” Your brow furrowed and frown deeply moving away from him when he grabs your biceps.

“No,” he commands.

You immediately freeze at his command, looking at his face.

“Stay. Please?” He quietly says.

Your face feels warmer now and the warmth moving down your neck. You smile sheepishly and look down before looking back at him, nodding. You return to your position across his chest with your ear above his sternum, and link your fingers with his his. His quickened heartbeat begins to slow after a few minutes. A little while later, you find your heartbeats in sync and the realization makes you feel connected, more intimate. You like it…a lot.

Castiel’s Wings

[castielscaplan]

SPN Masterlist

updated June 19 2025

Main Masterlist

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Tag List!

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[dangerousstrawberryshark]

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[dollilacs]

✧ : DOLLILACS © 2025

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♡ : CASTIEL’S AMOR.

♡ LIKES ; castiel. romcoms. mary janes. dolly inspo. yearning men. juicy couture. sanrio. nu metal. Guitarist and Drummers. dilfs. Iced coffee. Happy trails. Sliver & Gold. Strawberry Ice Cream. hip-hop. caseoh & vanillamace. Chilla’s art games. Brittany Murphy. ‘67 Chevy impala. Pink Cars. Plushies. Horror. Older men. White Lacy Panties. CD’s. Milkshakes. 90’s Theme Diners. Kdrama’s.

♡ MOVIES & SHOWS ; Supernatural. Van Helsing. Practical Magic. Girl, Interrupted. The boys. Sleepy Hallow. Stranger Things. Twilight. Edward Scissorhands. Coraline. Jennifer’s Body. 10 Things I Hate About You. Pretty Woman. Clueless. The Notebook. Alice In Wonderland. Step Up 3. Ghost. Final Destination 3. Spider-Man. Squid game. 27 Dresses. Mean Girls. Grease. Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Drive Me Crazy. Christine. Vampires. Addams Family Values. Fright Night. Elvira: Mistress Of The Dark. Love Next Door.

♡ FICTIONAL CHARACTERS ; Castiel. Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester. Batman. Spider-Man. Hatter. Jennifer Check. Soldier boy. William Butcher. Daisy Randone. Rowena. Crowley. Endverse!Castiel. Kat Stratford. Regina George. Allie Hamilton. Anna Coleman. Buffy Anne Summers. Morticia Addams. Wednesday Addams. Namgyu. Choi Subong. Seong Gihun. Park Minsu. Cho Hyunju. Kim Junhee. Kang Daeho. Hwang Junho. Hwang Inho.

♡ MUSIC ; Tyler, The Creator. Lady Gaga. Sabrina Carpenter. Radiohead. Jeff Buckley. Lana Del Rey. Cigarettes After Sex. Micheal Jackson. Janet Jackson. bibi. Yves. Steve Lacy. Nirvana. Aaliyah. Limp Bizkit. Metallica. Newjeans. Red Velvet. BTS. The Weeknd. Billie Elilish. Chuu.

♡ ABOUT ME ; Bisexual. Mexican. Libra. Heavy sleeper. Coffee lover. She/her. I wear glasses. Cat and Dog mom. I love fluff and angst — I love smut but those two hit harder. I make grammar mistakes a lot esp missing words. I’m not good at writing smut but I try.

♡ RULES ; no homophobia. no ableism. no pedophiles. no trumpies. no racism. Do not be disrespectful to people on my blog (esp me). I take constructive criticism but you do not need to leave harsh words. no wincest shippers/lovers. no ai users/writers.

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© 2025 dollilacs rights , do not copy my works or post on different platforms. <3

note: dividers or pictures do not belong to me!! Credits go to original owners/creators!!

[miserysinferno]

I write reader insert fics paired with Lucifer, Castiel, Casifer, Mark Pellegrino, or Misha Collins. I also write character POV poetry and prose. I haven't decided what I will share first.

I will not engage in any discussions about politics or tolerate negative comments. Hop on X if you want to insult someone. Don't bring your beef here. Have some self-respect. If you don't like my content, please keep scrollin', not trollin'!

[duckprintspress]

Fandom Lexicon: R

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Lexicon Entries Starting with R: (read more)

RACK: Abbreviation for “risk-aware consensual kink.” A term used by members of the BDSM community who engage in more dangerous power-exchange activities to emphasize the importance of being educated about the risks associated with that activity before engaging in it. See also: PRICK. Read more about RACK.

Ravatar: On Ravelry chat boards, a person’s avatar is often called their “ravatar” as a joke on the name of the platform. See avatar.

RB: Abbreviation for “reverse bang” or “reblog.”

Re: [Thing]: Shortened way of saying “In reply to [Thing]/As regards [Thing].” On social media, Re: precedes discussion of [thing], usually as a means of circling back to [thing] after talking about something else or to make it clear that a point being made is directly related to a specific previous thing that has been mentioned.

Reader Insert: Stories written so the reader might imagine themselves as the protagonist. Often use Y/N or YN (both short for “your name”) to refer to the protagonist. Reader inserts are tagged as “Reader” on AO3, for example: Reader/(Character). May also be referred to as “x reader” fics. Read more about read inserts.

Reblog: Tumblr lingo that refers to sharing a post written by another blog using the “reblog” function, which ensures the content remains connected to the original blog. Not to be confused with a repost.

Rec List: Shortened form of “recommendation list.” Like a mixtape of the creator’s favorites in a given category. Could be fanfic, movies, books, TV shows, blogs to follow, etc. There is no upper or lower limit on how many things can be in a reclist. Can be very specific (e.g. only works featuring a precise trope of a specific ship in a specific fandom) or very broad (e.g. “my favorites”).

Redacted: A term that means the previous text has been removed for Reasons (specified or unspecified). Within fandom, this is typically used facetiously to refer to information that fans are not supposed to know (or not supposed to share), assumptions that may or may not be correct, unpopular or controversial opinions, or simply for the laughs. Read more about redaction.

Reddit: A forum-esque social media platform. Visit reddit.

Remix: Mixing up the elements of a source material. Fandom usage can refer to art, writing, video edits, music, or pretty much any other media imaginable.

Repost: Copying an original post (most often artwork – including photographs – or animated gifs) and posting it to one’s own blog, rather than using the reblog function. When done without permission, this is a form of content theft. When done with permission and credit, it’s fine. Don’t take other people’s hard work without asking! Not to be confused with a reblog, retweet, or other platform-based forms of post-sharing.

Reverse Bang: A collaborative creation event in which artists create an art piece and write a small amount about it to offer guidance, then writers sign up to write a story for that piece, usually with a minimum length of at least 5,000 words. See also: big bang, creation challenge.

RN: Abbreviation for “right now.”

RPF: Abbreviation for “real person fic.” Fanworks about people who actually currently are alive or have been alive in the past, rather than about fictional/made-up characters. A lot of RPF involves shipping real people together. Sports fandoms and bandoms are big, popular examples of RPF communities, and it’s also common for lead actors who play popular fictional ship characters to get shipped together (for example, the actors Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins from Supernatural who play Dean Winchester and Castiel, the very popular ship Destiel, are also often shipped together as the popular RPF ship Cockles). Read more about RPF.

RPG: Abbreviation for “roleplaying game.” A game in which individuals create characters or play a game-assigned character and play the role of that character throughout. RPGs can be played via any venue/channel/platform that allows individuals to interact with each other or with a gaming system. See also: JRPG, MMORPG, TTRPG (pending).

RPS: Abbreviation for “real person shipping.” See RPF.

RT: Abbreviation for “retweet” on Twitter or “retoot” on Mastodon.

Rubberduck Debugging: Explaining a problem to an unresponsive target in order to identify and fix the origin of that problem. Originates from The Pragmatic Programmer. Read more about rubberducking.

The Rules of the Internet: The Rules of the Internet is a loose, unofficial list originally spawned from 4chan. The list is memetic and subject to change, and a few specific rules have been widely adopted in fandom. Read more about the Rules of the Internet. Rules most often mentioned in fandom spaces:

Rule 34: If it (whatever “it” is) exists, there is porn of it. No exceptions.

Rule 35: If there is no porn of it, porn will be made of it.

Rule 36: No matter how fucked up “it” is, there is always worse than what you just saw.

Rule 63: For every male character, there is a female version of that character, and for every female character, there is a male version of that character, and there will always be porn about both versions of that character. This is by far the most widely spread Rule in most fandom spaces, and “rule 63” is a common tag used on content of this type. See also: genderbend, genderswap.

Rule 64: There is lore for everything that exists.

Rule 65: If there isn’t lore yet, there will be imminently.

Rule 66: The longer a piece of lore is, the weirder it will get.

[alloftheimaginess]

Wired Autocomplete

Other parts

Jared Padalecki

Alexander Calvert

Jensen Ackles

Ys = Your sign aka your zodiac sign

Bd = Birthday

Ht = Hometown

Sn = Sister’s name

Yh = Your height

"Hi I'm Yn Collins and this is my Wired autocomplete interview" I say smiling and I get thrown a card and I hold it up.

"Is Yn Collins" I say pausing.

"Dumb?" I say laughing and I pull the first one back.

"Is Yn Collins going to comic con" I read and I look up.

"Actually yes I am you can catch me there everyday, I'll be at the Supernatural panel when I'm not at my own so if you weren't able to meet me at mine you might be lucky and meet me at my husbands" I say looking back at the board.

"Is Yn Collins" I read pulling it back "adopted" I say looking up and I nod.

"I get this a lot so I'll explain here so people can continue to ask later down the road" I say laughing

"So my parents split up when I was 4 and my dad remarried my stepmom and she adopted me like made me legally hers and then my dad divorced her and went to jail so then I stayed with her and she remarried and she's legally my mom because she adopted me and her husband who I consider my only father is her husband" I say laughing explaining it the best I can.

"Is Yn Collins a" I say and I pull it back "a Ys" I read.

"Yes I am. I was born Bd" I say moving on, making it the shortest response.

"Is Yn Collins" I read and I start laughing "these make me nervous" I say laughing "Volt. Oh yeah, it's a character that I play in the marvel franchise. She started off bad but not really bad just misunderstood" I say nodding and I pull back the last one.

"Why is Yn Collins famous" I read "It all happened when I decided to audition when I was 7 and my husband" I say smirking "I'm just kidding not because of him" I say throwing the card getting another one.

"Where did Yn Collins" I read pulling it back "grow up" I read "I grew up in a million places lol, my dad was in the military so we moved often. I can name 9 places I lived. But before all that I grew up in H/t" I say.

"Who are Yn Collins siblings" I read. "I know you guys only googled this to see if Lily Collins would pop up which she didn't, we played adopted siblings in a movie and because of our chemistry and names everyone assumed we were actually siblings. But to answer this question I'm the oldest of four who's last names aren't Collins because that's my husbands last name" I say laughing, pulling the last one.

"Was Yn Collins" I read pulling it back "on glee" I read laughing.

"I also get this question often. That was my little sister Sn, we look super similar so at one point everyone struggled to tell us apart but yes she was the one on glee not me" I say.

"Does Yn Collins sing" I read "yes all the time. Who doesn't sing" I say laughing.

"Honestly at this point in my life I never stop singing" I say looking up at the camera.

"Misha tells me to shut up all time, I'm a nervous singer so when I'm anxious or nervous I hum, sing all of that" I say laughing.

"Did Yn Collins and Chris Evans date" I read "no, we just hang out like a lot. We've been making movies together since I was like 14 so he's just my best friend" I say laughing playing with the last cover.

"Did Yn Collins get married" I read laughing. "Yes that's why I'm called Collins" I answer. "Is this actually a question people google enough for it to pop up?" I ask shaking my head. "But yes I did my husband is Misha Collins. He's this really hot guy who plays an angel named Castiel on supernatural" I say pointing to the camera.

I throw the card and I catch the one that gets thrown to me and the first one has my avengers character name on it and I laugh. "Who is Audrey Patterson aka volt" I read "Aubrey Patterson is a woman who grew up in the south until she got her powers when she was just a wee tween and she was shipped away to live with her grandparents in New York" I say looking at the card.

"Is Aubrey Patterson and Sam Wilson friends in real life" I read "Mackie is my guy, when I first came onto the Captain America scene he was the first person who I hadn't met before to welcome me with opened arms" I say.

"Is Aubrey Patterson" I read and when I pull the tab back it pulls off the words "I guess we'll never know" I say laughing.

"Is Aubrey Patterson the youngest in the Captain America movies" I read "yes I am" I say laughing and I toss the board to the side.

"I'm almost done and I'm sad, I never want this to end I want to answer google questions all day" I say grabbing the board "can Yn Collins speak any other languages" I read.

"Three and a half" I say.

"Can you say something in all of the languages you know?"

"Yeah of course" I say nodding.

"Bonjour je suis avec câblé aujourd'hui" I say.

"Ik zal je vragen beantwoorden" I say raising a brow trying to see if I said that right.

"Don't come after me Dutch fans I'm sorry I'm still learning it's the half language I know" I say.

"Ich bin buchstäblich ein offenes Buch" I say smiling at the camera.

"Začnime" I say.

"What did you just say?" He asks.

"I said hello I'm with wired today and I will answer all of your questions, I'm an open book so let's begin" I say holding the bird back up.

"Is Yn Collins one of the best actresses of our generation" I read "literally I don't even know if I can properly answer that because naturally I'm going to say no because I work with a lot of amazing women so no" I say moving on.

"Who does Yn Collins look like?" I read "hmm, my sister like I said, my ten year old but she looks more like Misha than she looks like me but that counts. But definitely my eight year old son, he looks dead on me and my twins" I say smiling at the camera.

"What are Yn and Misha Collins" I read pulling it back. "kids names" I say.

"My oldest is Elodie, my second oldest is named after his dad so Dmitri, then the twins Maren and Mavis and then my youngest Farren" I say smiling at the camera because any time I can talk about my kids I'm in heaven.

"Is Yn Collins an alumna" I read "yes I am, I graduated from New York school of arts" I say.

"How tall is Yn Collins" I read "good question" I say laughing "I want to say about Y/H, in that area, just about" I say looking at the next one.

"How did Yn meet Misha" I read "aww" I say smiling "I love talking it about this a lot more than I actually should" I say.

"The year was 2009 and I was at comic con for Avatar" I say.

"He was there for his first comic con ever and we were next door neighbors and I got locked out of my room and my purse and everything were in there and I couldn't get a copy of my room key without my identification so I knocked on his door and the most attractive man I've ever seen opens the door in just a towel and I'm like lost for words at first and then he let's me in and enter through his room and we talked and hung out that whole weekend and 9 months I had Elodie" I say giggling.

"How long have Yn and Misha Collins been married" I read "nine years, we got married after Elodie turned one. Almost ten years" I say smiling at the camera.

"Is Alex Calvert Yn and Misha's kid?" I read laughing.

"How old do you guys think I am?" I ask laughing even harder.

"Also that would make no sense for obvious reasons but to answer your question no Alex is not either of our kid, separate, together, adopted" I say giggling.

"His wife is actually one of Misha and I's best friends, we've known her since she was like 14" I say.

"She actually named their first kid after Misha and he let's that go to his head because he has two people named after him" I say laughing.

"Is Yn Collins closer to Jared or Jensen's wife" I read.

"I'm super close to both and I love them to pieces but I do hang out with Jensen's wife more, we always go to lunch whenever we're together, and we always ride with each other to the airport when Jensen and Misha fly in together so I guess I'll just say her because we hang out more" I say shrugging.

"But like I said I love them both so much and equally" I say.

"Is Yn Collins pregnant" I read and I start laughing "you guys are good. But yes I am, 20 weeks today. We just announced it before I came in today so" I say throwing the card.

"I'm Yn Collins and this has been my Wired autocomplete Interview" I say smiling at the camera and blowing a kiss.