Title: When Castiel met Misha Collins
Summary: Title says all. He teleports to an unfamiliar city and encounters a very familiar face, they have quaint little adventures.
Disclaimer: We do not own Supernatural, Castiel, Misha Collins and Eric Kripke. We should, though, if we did, it would be so awesome.
Oh, but we own ourselves 'cause we're just too fucking epic to not be owned by ourselves (Okay, that didn't make sense)
Hey guys! another Supernatural fanfic for all of you! Hope you guys enjoy the Misha Collins-y goodness that's coming up. Oh, and ignore the fangirls that are in the story. they suck. roflcopters. this will have LOTS of chapters, btw.
Castiel was lost, he didn't know where he was. He wandered around the unfamiliar place until two girls suddenly screamed and ran to him.
"OH MY GOD. IT'S MISHA COLLINS!" The taller girl squealed with delight as she rummaged through her bag for a pen.
"I am sorry," the angel apologized "I think you have mistaken me for-"
"Oh my God, Gabbie! He's talking in Castiel voice!"
The girl named Gabbie blushed red, hurriedly taking Donna's camera, shaking.
Castiel took a deep breath. They were out to get him. Yes, that's it. Now, he knew. They were demons. He placed his index and middle finger on Donna's head and tried his angel mojo on her.
The girl screamed in rejoice as Castiel covered his ears.
"Please make her stop!" He whined as Gabbie froze on the spot, taking in every detail of his face.
"O--Okay." She stuttered. Covering Donna's mouth with her purse, pushing her back while she hyperventilated.
"You aren't demons?" He asked, tilting his head. The two girls almost fainted when he did that.
"You must be really into your work, Misha." The girl smiled, Castiel, again, confused, furrowed his eyebrows.
"You do not understand, I--" he was suddenly glomped by the tall fangirl. Castiel got frightened and started to run.
"DONNA! YOU BLOODY IDIOT! YOU SCARED THE POOR GUY!"
"NOT MY FAULT!"
He ran faster, suddenly, he was pulled into some alley by a man. "This is the problem with your so-called 'cosplays.'" The stranger laughed. "You kind of look like the actual thing, some people go crazy." he said.
Castiel frowned. The voice of the stranger seemed so familiar, but he couldn't quite put a finger exactly to whom it belonged. The stranger took off his hoodie, eyeglasses and fake mustache and stepped into the light. Castiel, still confused, went into deep thought, thinking Zachariah must've done this to him, or maybe Gabriel.
Castiel turned around to face the stranger who had just saved him. He was too lost in thought on what the two creatures that he encountered earlier were that he had forgotten to thank the stranger. He walked closer to the stranger and as he began to see a clearer picture of the man, turns out, he was that actor Dean liked so much.
Misha stammered, "But-- I-- You-- Me--"
Castiel's eyes widened as they both tilted their heads in confusion.
"HA-HA. HAAAH." Misha laughed, "KRIPKE PUT YOU INTO THIS, DIDN'T HE?" Castiel was silent as Misha proceeded to poke his face. "Dude, am I like, on Punk'd right now? Funny, where are the cameras?"
Castiel sighed, "YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND. THIS IS SERIOUS. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"
"Okay, I'll play along. My name is Misha Collins, Oh most high seraph." He snorted. "No, seriously, where are the cameras? Did Jensen and Jared do this?"
"Who are these people of which you speak of?" Castiel asked, confused, staring at the man who looked exactly like his vessel. OH WHEN WILL THE CONFUSION STOP!
"I am an angel of the lord, I do not know where I am. PLEASE HELP ME" The angel said, frightened.
"An angel of the lord? Uh, okay, buddy, enough please. If you are, demonstrate." Misha dared him.
Castiel pulled the man towards the dark and showed him his wings.
They stepped out of the alley, Misha, wide-eyed, aghast, walked like a Zombie.
"Are you telling me that Kripke is a fucking prophet?" He asked.
"I do not know this Kripke, but I wish to see him."
Castiel suddenly stopped at the sight of the two creatures that assaulted him earlier.
"What's wrong, Castiel?" Misha asked.
"We should not go on this path." He replied, hiding, staring at the two girls who continued to scream because of their little encounter with a certain angel.
"Oh, them. Don't worry Cas, those specimens are called 'Fangirls', they're harmless." Misha chuckled.
"But, that tall one assaulted me."
"Well, they must be big fans."
they overhear the two screaming again.
"YOU GLOMPED HIM!"
"I LOVE HIM!"
"WELL, WHATEVER! WITH THAT ACTING, HE DESERVES A GOD DAMN EMMY!"
"HELL FREAKING YEAH, HE DOES!"
OPERATION: GET MISHA COLLINS AN EMMY OFFICIALLY STARTS RIGHT NOW.
Haha. thanks for reading! upcoming chapters will be HILARIOUS, trust us.
Oh, and The Beach Boys helped us write this. HAHA.
Peace, Love, and Rock&Roll.
Gabbie and Donna