#Misha Collins reader insert

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Exhibitionist Thrill

♌Pairing♌→ Misha Collins x male reader ⚠CW⚠→ gay sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, caught having sex, anal sex, breeding, top Misha, bottom reader, blowjob (Misha receiving), spanking, accidental voyeurism, and Misha fucking like a wild animal.  ♌Rating♌→ Explicit ♌Requested♌→ Yes

Word Count→ 1.1k

Summary→ M/n has been teasing Misha for the past months. Misha reaches his breaking point with M/n and decides to fuck him in his co-star, Jensen Ackles, trailer.

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING! 

Misha has had enough of you. 

The constant teasing: groping his crotch when no one is looking, smacking his ass, making suggestive comments, and other various acts. These actions got his cock throbbing painfully and leaking copious amounts of precum. 

After months of teasing, when the area was clear, Misha grabbed M/n by the arm and pulled him towards one of his co-stars, Jensen Ackles’, trailer. He slammed the door open before pushing you inside and closing the door, his cock throbbing in his pants even though nothing has happened yet. 

“I’m at my limit with you, you fucking tease. Groping my crotch, making blowjob gestures! Think it's time I remind you of your position.” Misha says as he pulls you closer to him, rubbing his erection against your growing cock, M/n’s moans were music to Misha’s ear.

Misha continues to thrust, going as far as to rub both your cocks at the same time. Groans filled the trailer as Misha snickers at the wetness forming at the seams of M/n’s pants.

The brown-haired man pulls back and sits down on a nearby chair. He hastily pulls down his pants, letting his leaking cock free. M/n could feel his mouth salivating.

It was perfect: 7.5 inches with the right amount of thickness, a prominent vein leaning to the side, pink cockhead that oozed copious amounts of precum. Misha grins as he slaps his cock against his hand.

Knowing the look he was giving, M/n instantly stripped to nothing.  He got on all fours, crawling towards Misha, shaking his ass while doing so to entice the brown-haired man more. Misha leans back with both hands behind his head.

Grabbing the throbbing piece of meat, M/n slowly strokes it, using the precum to lather Misha’s cock. M/n smirked as he heard Misha's soft groans.

After a few strokes, M/n starts giving kitten licks to the side and kisses to the throbbing cockhead, tasting the precum. Misha’s breathing gets heavier, and being impatient, he snatches your head and rams his cock into your mouth.

Caught off guard by the escalation, M/n gagged momentarily before relaxing his throat, Misha’s cock sliding in without much effort. The trailer was filled with the sounds of saliva from M/n slurping Misha’s cock and Misha’s groans as he thrusts into M/n mouth.

M/n could feel Misha’s heavy balls slapping against his chin. His eyes rolled back as the musk from said balls filled his nose. With each thrust, M/n stroked his cock,  throbbing and leaking precum from the taste and smell of Misha’s cock.

Misha grinned as he watched you turn into a cock hungry slut. He pulled M/n’s head back and a loud pop was audible. The brown-haired man’s cock was slathered with saliva and precum, glistening in the light and throbbing from the cold air, no longer in the warmth of M/n’s mouth.

Without wasting any time, Misha manhandled M/n onto the table. His eyes roaming over your back and ass. The brown-haired man could see your hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled with his cock. It seems he didn’t need to prep M/n, which is perfect for him. 

“Already prepped, huh? Let me guess, fingering yourself? Or did you use a dildo because I was not giving you what you wanted?” Misha snarls as he pulls your hips closer. He slaps his meaty cock against your ass, sliding against your crack before ramming it inside. M/n’s and Misha's moans filled the trailer. 

M/n’s eyes rolled back and his tongue stuck out as his breathing got heavy while he adjusted to Misha’s size and thickness. No matter how times Misha’s fucked M/n, it was always too much. Thankfully, the brown-haired man let his man adjust.

After a few minutes, M/n confirmed Misha to continue and the brown-haired man didn’t waste any time. He aggressively thrusted into his boyfriend’s body, the sounds of squelching and skin slapping against skin echoed. It seemed even the trailer itself was moving. Luckily, there was barely anybody around to hear what was going on inside the trailer. 

Misha snarls as fucks M/n’s ass faster, his grip tightening on the other man’s hips, leaving bruises. The brown-haired man looked down satisfied, watching M/n’s ass jiggle with each thrust. Misha just couldn’t resist.

M/n winces and moans loudly at the feeling of his ass being slapped repeatedly. His cock throbbed more and precum continued to leak. Wrapping his hand around his aching cock, M/n stroked in parallel to Misha’s thrust.

The brown-haired grins happily as he watches you wither under him. He grabbed on M/n’s hair, pulling the man forward and engaging in a heated kiss. It was animalistic and possessive, distracting them from the sound of the door opening Jensen stood frozen in place as he watched the intense fucking.

Jensen felt his cock stirring in his pants. Rubbing his growing bulge, Jensen pulled his erect cock out from its confinement and jerked off to the sight. 

Misha could tell that his lover’s orgasm was coming given how his ass had gotten tighter. “Cum for me,” Misha whispered as he pulled back from the kiss. M/n’s eyes went crossed from the feeling, and his balls tightened before his aching cock erupted, spraying cum all over the table. His moans were all for Misha.

Misha wasn’t far behind. He gave one final thrust and let out a guttural groan as his cum flooded M/n’s insides, painting the pink velvety walls white. So much cum was ejaculated, that it began seeping out, running down M/n’s thighs. The trailer smelt like sex and sweat, the sounds of heavy panting and one single groan alerted Misha to the third person in the room.  He looked over to see Jensen jerking off. The brown-haired man smirked as he leaned down.

“I guess we should’ve asked Jensen to join us.”

THE END

A/N: Hello, my little strawberries! I’m back from coming over writer's block! I mainly want to thank @starboye and @boypied! BIG THANKS TO @sagethegaywitch for proofreading and giving suggsestions!

Tags: @spnfanboy777 @meyocoko @buckyshusband0 @mack-thedork @sluttyhusband @wolf-knights @zamfam4272 @ghostking4m @maxxioislost

[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.

[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

[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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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.

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Dean Winchester would definitely make fun of someone for wearing ripped jeans like how boomers do. I’m making this a headcannon.

And Sam would just be like “Dean, it’s what kids wear nowadays. Not everyone enjoys flannels and leather.”

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Dean: *Barges into the bathroom* “Hey, Y/N. Have you seen my toothbrush anywhere? I think I left it in here.”

Y/N: *Pokes head from behind the shower curtain. Soap suds in his hair* “You know it’s customary to take turns in the bathroom, Dean.”

Dean: *Rolls eyes* “Don’t you start with me, Short-Stuff. You and Jack are the ones taking the marathon long shower. Make sure you clean up after yourselves.”

Y/N: *Freezes and blushes* “What makes you think Jack is in the shower with me?”

Dean: *Smirks and calls out* “Hi, Jack!”

Jack: *Pokes his head from behind Y/N and smiles* “Hello, Dean.”

Dean: “Busted.”

Y/N: “Guess I learned this from you when I saw you and Cas together.”

Dean: *Blushes* “You didn’t see anything.”

Y/N: *Smirks* “Really? Maybe I should ask Cas myself?”

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𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐬𝐡

Reader x Winchesters & Castiel

Summary: Set in the bunker, the Winchester brothers have just returned from an awkward “hunt” and won’t stop bickering. Y/N decides to cheer them up with a slice of homemade pie, but chaos soon ensues... Oh yeah, and Cas is living his best life watching Netflix as angels do. 

**Hey guys! This is my first time writing fan fiction, sooooo tell me what you think!**

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“Dude, let me pick for once!”

“Sam, listen to me. I’m not letting you play your weird lovey-dovey chick music on the road. My car, my rules.”

“Lovey-dovey... what are you talking about?”

“You’re already on thin ice! Don’t push it.”

Sam Winchester followed his brother into the bunker as they argued ‘musical politics’ once more. He had endured four consecutive hours of Dean’s classic rock hits, and thought he deserved- no. Was entitled to heightened musical privileges.

“Honestly Dean, Dad’s old tapes aren’t the end-all-be-all of music. Most of it sucks. ”

Dean tossed the gun he was holding onto the nearest table, and turned to Sam, a look of horror on his face. “What did you just-? That’s crazy. You’re crazy.” He stammered, waving off his little brother as he stomped away.

“Hey Cas!” He roared, calling the angel.

Instead, it was Y/N who replied, peaking her head over the banister.

“You’re back!” She squealed excitedly, rushing downstairs to embrace the two brothers.

Y/N had met them two years earlier on a Wraith case in Iowa. Though she was a fairly new hunter at the time, the boys were impressed with her skill and took her under their wings. Mentors of sorts. Now she hunted alongside them, a welcome member to their ever growing hunter family.

“Where’s Cas?” Sam asked, still caught in Y/N’s embrace. “I think he’s watching Netflix.” She righted herself and squinted questioningly at the brothers. “I meant to ask you guys, is this a new thing of his?”

“God, I hope not.” Dean snorted, leaning casually on a bookshelf.

“So tell me,” Y/N started eagerly, “How did it go?”

Dean simply grunted, muttering something unintelligible about the demon hunt to which she was referring. Y/N said nothing for a moment, hoping he would elaborate further.

When it became obvious that his grumbles would be the extent of the summary, she crossed her arms and jutted her hip to the side. “Well check you out, Mr. Sunshine. That still doesn’t answer my question.”

Y/N turned to Sam and whispered conspiratorially behind her hand. “Was that even English?”

“Ignore him.” Sam said, narrowing his eyes at his brother. “He’s just pissed ‘cause it wasn’t actually the real deal after all.” He touched the back of his neck sheepishly “I was wrong.”

24 hours earlier

“Get this,” Sam called to his brother from behind the silver laptop.

“Murder spree in Lexington, Missouri. Three guys with no prior history of violence just randomly killed six people near an abandoned church.”

Dean stopped fidgeting with his watch and turned from his spot against the table. “Hell Sammy, the world is full of psychos. Are you sure it’s...” he waggled his fingers, “supernatural?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Apparently there was a witness who looked into the killer’s eyes and saw,” He squinted as he quoted a line from the article. ‘a coal black abyss.’”

“Poetic,” Dean mused. “Demon?”

“Totally a demon.”

“I don’t know Sammy, this isn’t much to go on. Are you sure?”

“Come on Dean, of course I’m sure. This is a total milk run. So waddya think?

Dean grinned. “I think it’s time to kick some ass!”

***

Ultimately, the hunt proved to be a grand ruse, courtesy of the town’s ‘paranormal re-enactment society of truth, honour, and the arts’. That is to say, LARPers who staged the killings to draw attention and potential recruits to their club. Suffice to say Dean was on the verge of ‘dispatching’ the culprits himself for the inconvenience (humans or not), but was bravely deterred by a certain Sam Winchester who already knew that his brother would never let him forget this mistake.

***

“Oooh, that’s rough.” Y/N winced. “False alarms always hit hard.”

“Yeah, waste of time.” Sam sighed.

“Waste of mileage!” Dean lamented, stepping past his brother, and out the door.

“Dude, I said I was sorry!”

“Yeah well, you suck. I still tried to tell you...”

The Winchesters left the room, Sam trailing behind his brother once more. “Catch you later!” Y/N tried calling, though from the echo of their banter, it was clear her words remained unheard.

Smiling slightly to herself at the brothers’ antics, Y/N was about to head back upstairs before an idea stopped her dead in her tracks.

With a skip in her step, she made her way to the kitchen. She had work to do.

***

“Okay,” Y/N muttered to herself from over the counter. “I’ve got flour, eggs, milk, and... cream of tar?” She squinted at the small lettering printed on the pack of white powder. “Tartar!” She said, mentally chiding herself.

Y/N had decided to lighten the Winchesters’ mood, and set off to bake them a pie. Apple pie since she assumed it would be the most basic to make.

She surveyed her ingredients carefully. “This,” she paused, “will be daunting.”

***

After much whisking, sifting, and simmering, the pie was finally ready. “Damn, I am good.” Y/N gazed approvingly at her chef-d'œuvre. With that, she carefully lifted the pastry, and walked it to the oven. Placing it on the rack, she closed the door and sighed proudly.

“Alright, one hour I think?”

She shrugged, a bit unsure of the timing since she didn’t exactly consult an official recipe. She preferred to do her own thing.

“And I’m going to try... maybe 500 degrees F?”

Y/N hesitated.

“Yeah, that sounds about right.”

She set the temperature, turned on her heel, and skipped merrily to the library to wait out the hour.

“They’re going to love this!”

***

Though she was trying to read Carver Edlund’s newest Supernatural publication, Y/N’s thoughts were elsewhere as she skimmed the pages uselessly. Two things were stuck on her mind: Sam and Dean’s demon faux pas and Cas’s new screen addiction. She giggled slightly at the mingled thoughts. Could things get any crazier around the bunker?

It wasn’t until a waft of something ashy attacked her nose that Y/N’s musings about Cas and the ‘demon’ were disrupted. She sniffed. “Ew, what the heck are Sam and Dean up to? Did they burn some- MY PIE!”

A sickening pang of alarm rang through her head as she sprang up from her chair and finally noticed the thick plume of smoke coming from the kitchen.

“I forgot. How could I forget?” Y/N asked herself as she rushed to save the pastry, book still in hand.

She reached the kitchen and saw a concentration of black smoke rising from the oven. She paused, taken slightly aback by the sight.

There was a sudden rustle behind her, and upon turning, Y/N came face to face with a man holding a blade. Mind clouded with fear, and eyes clouded by smoke, Y/N did what any hunter would do.

...she screamed and hurled the book at her assailant.

“PIE!” She yelled to no one in particular as the book crashed into the man’s chest. It was simply an involuntary battlecry.

The man let out a grunt of surprise as he raised his arms in a delayed response to the thrown book.

Still shielding himself, the man spoke before Y/N could toss the whisk lying on the table behind her.

“Y/N, why are you attacking me? I felt you call my name sharply, and caught something about a demon.” He paused, lifting his head to look at her. “Are you alright?”

Castiel. Y/N would recognize his gravelly tone and earnest gaze anywhere. But when did she call him? And what was this about a demon?

“Y/N?” He asked cautiously, blade raised as he waited for a response.

Still disoriented, “Burning, smoke... demon?” was all she could muster whilst motioning her arms frantically toward the oven.

“So there is a demon? I can’t seem to sense it” Cas said on guard, brows furrowed.

The sound of hasty footsteps echoed behind the angel. Sam and Dean rushed in fully armed, positioning themselves on either side of Castiel. We heard screaming” Sam coughed. “Cas, what’s going on?” Dean demanded, holding back his own coughing fit brought on by the thick smoke.

“Sam, Dean. I received an urgent call for help from Y/N. She mentioned a demon, though I can’t seem to sense it anywhere.” Castiel’s frown deepened as he scanned the room once more.

“Demon? Sammy, holy water, go!”

Sam was about to reach for a vial when Y/N finally snapped to attention.

“Guys, no wait! Just hold on...” She grabbed a kitchen rag, sprinted to the oven and pulled out a blackened crust as smoke billowed around her. “Surprise” she sang halfheartedly, not without a hint of embarrassment.

The three men stared for a moment. Eyes glued to the smoking mass of crumbs their friend was holding.

“What the hell is that?” Dean demanded indelicately. Sam jabbed him with an elbow.

“Is that... pie?” Sam asked with a grin, realization dawning.

“Y/N, this is no time for sweet desserts. We must first find the threat.” Castiel reasoned.

“Cas,” Sam laughed, placing a hand on the angel’s shoulder. “I’m pretty sure the only threat here is Y/N’s crappy baking”.

“But... I thought she said-“

“Cas,” Dean interrupted, suddenly understanding. “Drop it”

The angel quirked his head in confusion but said nothing more as he lowered his blade, frown still plastered on his face.

“So,” Sam said slowly, trying to ease the mood. “You burnt your...thing?” He scrunched his nose as he nodded at the pile of charcoal.

“Yeah.” Y/N gazed sadly at the pie in her hands. “I have no idea how it happened. It’s only been thirty minutes, I was going to let it bake for the full hour at 500 degrees. I mean-“

“Woah, woah, woah!” Dean interrupted waving his hands in front of him. “Are you crazy? Pie is supposed to bake at 350 for 75 minutes! By setting a lower temperature, you’ll get a crisp crust and moist filling. Basically, a freakin’ delicious pie!”

Everyone averted their gaze to the elder Winchester. It was Sam who broke the silence.

“Dude, how do you even know that?”

Dean turned to his brother carefully. “Sam, unlike you, I have no shame watching Rachael Ray.”

“What are you, a housewife?”

“It’s a guilty pleasure, now shut up!”

“Huh.”

Ignoring the banter, Y/N turned to Castiel. “Hey Cas, I still don’t understand. How did you know I needed help? I didn’t-“ She paused, suddenly recalling the moments before the ‘pie panic’. Y/N was still thinking about Cas’s bingeing and the Winchesters’ demon mishap in Lexington. Her sudden alarm may have inadvertently constituted a prayer to the angel, and her marred thoughts had probably sent him mixed messaging.

“Ah, never mind.” She said as Castiel gazed at her expectantly.

“Anyway, guys I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to burn the kitchen down”

“Yeah well, I hope your apple pie was frickin’ worth it!” Dean scoffed. He then proceeded to drag a chair across the room, plopping himself down with a grunt.

Dean grinned up from his seat. “Now,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Bring me some pie.”

“Dude, gross.” Sam winced.

Castiel simply rolled his eyes. “I don’t think that’s wise, Dean.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked hesitantly.

“Yes!” Dean drawled throwing his arms up in the air

“Alright, alright!”

Y/N served him a slice, and everyone watched as he lifted a forkful of blackened crust to his lips

Dean paused for a moment as he looked up to his brother and winked.

“Sammy, I get all fuzzy inside when you look at me like that”

Sam only scrunched his nose in apprehension.

Dean grinned before taking a bite of the burnt pastry.

Castiel, Sam, and Y/N continued watching in anticipation as he chewed for a few seconds.

All was silent for a moment...

“Son of a bitch!” Dean exclaimed suddenly through a mouthful of pie.

Sam and Y/N laughed as he spit it out vehemently.

“That tasted like- like-“

“Molecules?” Castiel suggested thoughtfully, cocking his head.

“Crap” Dean retorted, staring daggers at the angel before rushing to the fridge for a swig of beer

Sam just grinned, winking at Y/N as he left the room.

Castiel stayed behind eyeing the strange dessert curiously. His brows furrowed as he wondered what made this pie different from any other that Dean had tried before in the past. The elder Winchester typically enjoyed pies immensely.

From behind the fridge door, Dean pointed an accusatory finger at Y/N, bottle of beer still in hand. “Next time you feel like baking pie. Hell, next time you feel like baking period, DON’T!”

Y/N only laughed.

Still retching, the Winchester left the kitchen, punching Y/N’s shoulder playfully on his way out.

“And Cas!” He called from the hall. “Lay off the tv!” Dean paused. “Read a book or... something!” He added as an afterthought.

The angel ignored this and set off to watch the next episode of Doctor Sexy M.D. He wondered if Dr. Piccolo was really going to donate her own spleen to a patient she had fallen madly in love with.

As the angel retreated to his room, Y/N turned back to the abandoned plate of pie still sitting on the table.

“Maybe next time I’ll stick with store bought.”

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Castiel X Reader Imagine #38 (REQUESTED)

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Castiel was excited and a bit nervous. He was finally meeting the famous Y/N. Well, she was famous amongst the hunter community. "She's on the way," Dean announced. It made Castiel smile. He had fallen for a woman he didn't even know just based on the stories the boys told him.

"Been a while since we've seen her," Sam said, "not since that vampire hunt years ago,". Castiel has heard that story tons of times. Y/N took out a nest of about six vampires on her own. Barely came out without a scratch.

"I remember that," Dean said, "same night she patched that bad scratch on your arm,". Castiel knew that story too. Sam had gotten hurt. A deep scratch on his arm. Y/N tended to the wound with nothing but care. Sam said it didn't even hurt.

"I remember when we lost dad," Sam said, "she refused to leave our sides. Even kept on you for a while,". Castiel definitely could tell Y/N had a good heart. She cared for the ones she loved. He bet her soul was as pure as a soul could possibly be.

"Yeah, she said she wasn't leaving until she knew we were both ok," she said, "even tried to make Bobby drink less,". They both chuckled at that. The more stories Castiel heard the closer he felt to the mysterious huntress. A few hours later Dean's phone buzzed.

"She's here," Dean said going to the door. He opened the door and she gave him a big hug.

"Dean Winchester look at you," she said, "still a handsome devil,".

"You're still a sight for sore eyes Y/N," he said helping carry her stuff down the staircase.

"Sammy look at you!" she said as he hugged her, "boy you never stopped growing,". Sam just chuckled. Castiel felt more nervous as she looked over at him.

"Hi there," she greeted.

"Y/N this is Castiel," Dean introduced.

"Well it's about time I met the angel," she hugged him. He tensed a little, "It's nice to finally meet you Cas,". Castiel smiled as he relaxed and hugged her in return with a small smile on his face.

"Nice to meet you too Y/N," he said.

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