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Cas and Misha
Misha was breathing heavily as he leaned against a wall in an alley way. He had been running from some demons, he managed to hold them off because he himself was a demon but then more came so he ran for it. His whole body hurt but he couldnât get caught now. It was just his luck to somehow end up in the actual supernatural universe and get attacked by a bunch of demons. Mishaâs head snapped up when he heard footsteps but stayed still and didnât turn around.
" Whoâs there and what do you want?" He growled, holding his side which hurt the most.
Castiel had been at a local diner when he felt the strange presence. It was demon for sure but felt kind of familiar. He sighed, paid for his burger and left quickly, locating the presence and watching as he ducked into an alley way so he wasnât seen by other Demons.
He watched them leave before stepping inside of the alley and looking at the man. He looked exactly like him. âI am Castiel, Angel of The Lordâ
If he wasn't in pain Misha would've choose to laugh right when he heard those words. It was ironic that Castiel would be the one to find him and he found it hilarious. He always dreamed of actually meeting the angel, but he never thought it wiould be in this type of situation. He turned to look at Castiel and breathed slowly.
" This is too ironic...." He whispered and bit his lip, " I'm Misha , Castiel. I play you on a t.v show in another universe."
This is a surprise
Misha had a long day of filming and thankfully it was over so he drove home and headed straight for his bedroom, falling fast asleep. When he woke up he went to reach for his phone but didnât find it so he groaned and sat up. Yawning and rubbing his eyes he looked around and froze. This was definitely not his room , it looked more like one of the motel rooms used in Supernatural. At first he thought this was a joke but checking with the woman who said she checked him in this morning he realized that wasnât the case. And after a while it didnât take him long to figure out where he was.
So he bought salt, guns, and other things which was a little ironic since he was a demon but it was to keep himself safe from other demons. He decided to sit down and watch t.v , try to think of reason to why he was here when someone knocked on his door. He got up grabbed a gun and leaned against the door. â Who is it?â
Megâs head cocked at the familiar voice inside. He was an angel, he should have expected her coming. He should have smelled her soul from miles and miles away, not have to ask who it was. âCastiel, itâs Meg. Hope youâve got the pizza.â She tried to push the door open, ready to throw herself on the angel.
She had spent a long time trying to track him. It wasnât easy. She had to tear open more than her fair share of demons. then, out of the blue, she had seen him coming out of a store with guns. She had lost him in the crowd then. She traced him back to the motel and followed him up here, scarcely believing her luck. Her angel, he was back. he would protect her. It was impossible to keep the grin off of her face as she pushed against the door, wondering why he didnât open it.
Meg? Misa wasn't too shocked or surprised and decided to open the door, playing Castiel he the angel and the demon had an odd friendship going on. He always liked Meg. " Uh yeah, come on in. " He said as he opened the door. " I'm not Castiel though." He rubbed the back of his neck and looking around the room. " I'm from a different universe where I play Castiel on a t.v show."
He wondered how she was going to react. Hopefully not too badly because his day was already bad enough. He almost died at least five times since he woke up in the Spn universe. It's kind of hard to walk around when both angels and demons are after someone who looks exactly like you.
âI swear Iâll do my drafts tomorrow" ââ-A novel by me.
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"Hey the names Darren Warner and you are?" Darren greeted tilting his head as he looked at e other curiously.
" Misha Collins." The demon smirked, eyeing the other in front him. " Darren Warner, itâs a pleasure to meetâŠ
Misha rolled his eyes and huffed. â Cute, thatâs very cute. Does the smell of sulfur bother you, cutie?â
âYes it doesâ he said in a monotone voice glaring at the man as he folded his arms.
He grinned again and took a step closer to Darren. â Would you like me to tone the smell down?â
âIf thatâs even possible that would be great..youâd be more tolerable to be aroundâ Darren said flinching when the other stepped closer.
Misha snapped his fingers then smiled, â There. Is that better?â He asked and raised an eyebrow when he flinched. â Iâm not going to hurt you, Darren.â
âIâm an angel your a demon why else would you be here?â He asked now looking Misha in the eyes warily.
" I don't know? Really I don't, this isn't my universe. I don't kill angels anyway. I'm just an actor ... who happens to be a demon." Misha shrugged.
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" You know Iâm right, Cas. Donât you â Bitch pleaseâ me."
"I am better looking than you Misha, bitches be loving the trench coat."
" We look exactly alike!"
" And I'm the reason you even got the trench coat."
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Misha ran for the first hotel he saw, it would be a miracle if he could make it there without a demon or angel getting in his way. For some reason no matter how many times he told them he wasnât Cas they still went after him. Course they might know how he got here but he never then let speak just out ran them.
Now as he got to the motel he saw an all too familiar figure standing there. He wouldâve said Jensen but by now he knew where he was. âUh, hey Dean? Look Iâm not Cas but I need help.â
Dean was in a motel in a hunt after a demon, and he was alone. His little brother was back at the bunker, researching for something, so he was left alone on the hunt, not that it was so hard. He kicked his feet up against the table that was in front of him and started to research for the hunt before he gave up, already deciding that it was too much work. Heâd just jump right into it.
When he left the motel, he leaned against the building for a second to watch the people and stared as he saw the man come forward. Cas. But then he spoke and Dean raised his eyebrows, starting forward, âNot Cas?â He said, his hand going for his knife.
 Misha sighed to himself, right Dean, so he had to be careful about what he said. " No I'm not Cas. I'm Misha Collins, an actor, I play Castiel on a show called supernatural. I was sent to this universe somehow." He said and looked to the knife then back at Dean's face. " You have no idea how weird this day has been."
He can't believe it but he'd rather be up at one in the morning shooting the next episode then be here in the actual Spn universe. " I just need help, angels and demons are mistaking me for Castiel, please. Before they find me again." He pleaded, going for a pitiful puppy look. It usually works for him.
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"Hey the names Darren Warner and you are?" Darren greeted tilting his head as he looked at e other curiously.
" Misha Collins." The demon smirked, eyeing the other in front him. " Darren Warner, itâs a pleasure to meetâŠ
Misha rolled his eyes and huffed. â Cute, thatâs very cute. Does the smell of sulfur bother you, cutie?â
âYes it doesâ he said in a monotone voice glaring at the man as he folded his arms.
He grinned again and took a step closer to Darren. â Would you like me to tone the smell down?â
âIf thatâs even possible that would be great..youâd be more tolerable to be aroundâ Darren said flinching when the other stepped closer.
Misha snapped his fingers then smiled, " There. Is that better?" He asked and raised an eyebrow when he flinched. " I'm not going to hurt you, Darren."
It was Christmas Eve and this year his family couldnât come down so he decided to call a good friend of his. Might as well see if his friend could take him in. He knew it was pretty last minute but hopefully Ky wouldnât mind.
â Hey, Kyâ He said into the phone, â Would it beâŠ
Misha sighed with relief and smiled, he wasnât too far from where Ky lived so he started walking. â Thanks Ky, I owe you.â He chuckled and shook his head. He could always count on Ky to be there for him
When Mishaps showed up he pulled the man into a hug and handed him a beer, âWelcome my humble home. Make yourself comfortable.â
He huffed out a bit of laughter at the hug and grinned, gladly accepting the beer he was given. â Oh I will. Thanks again for this, Ky.â
"Donât worry about it, love." He chuckled, a bit tipsy already. "What do you wanna do tonight?"
" You just called me 'love', you're already drunk aren't you" Misha said shook his head laughing. " I don't care really. Whatever you want to do is alright with me."
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" Basically, people just love my body."
" You know I'm right, Cas. Don't you ' Bitch please' me."
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" Basically, people just love my body."
"Are you sure itâs not your dashing personality?" Luci asked sarcastically from behind the bar.
" They love that too ,sweetheart" Misha winked, grinning at her sarcasm.
Now accepting formal applications for someone to be my valentine.
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" Basically, people just love my body."
I'm back I swear this time I really am
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I have finals so that's why I'm not on much
I have a bunch of finals coming up and my main Rp blog is a lot of work, I'll try to be on tomorrow and get stuff done but again I'm sorry for being gone so long school is a pain right now....
It was Christmas Eve and this year his family couldnât come down so he decided to call a good friend of his. Might as well see if his friend could take him in. He knew it was pretty last minute but hopefully Ky wouldnât mind.
â Hey, Kyâ He said into the phone, â Would it beâŠ
Misha sighed with relief and smiled, he wasnât too far from where Ky lived so he started walking. â Thanks Ky, I owe you.â He chuckled and shook his head. He could always count on Ky to be there for him
When Mishaps showed up he pulled the man into a hug and handed him a beer, âWelcome my humble home. Make yourself comfortable.â
He huffed out a bit of laughter at the hug and grinned, gladly accepting the beer he was given. " Oh I will. Thanks again for this, Ky."