WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?! || AU Meta!Misha and Demon!Dean
The sound of computer keys clacking away permeated the dark house, the only light coming from a blazing white screen. At the desk where the glowing computer rested sat a man with the most piercing blue eyes one is to see in a mortal being. As he typed away, lost in his own world of cat videos and internet memes, a lurking danger was imminent. The human was softly speaking as he typed away, his eyes glued to the bright light, without showing a sign of blinking. "Hola, Mishamigos! let's take a look at the Fic Rec of the day, shall we?" Misha paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts with a small smile on his face, as though he held the secrets to the world in his hands. He focused again, words falling out of his mouth as the keys on his keyboard clicked. "Falling for You is a wonderful read, if I do say so myself. Dean and Cas are just so in character! I would know, I play Cas." The actor chuckled to himself. "So, after the events of season six-" he paused, feeling himself choke up for a moment as he remembered, "well, things are just not good for either of them. Then, Dean gets a surprise visit from-"
His words were cut off when he heard an odd noise from further inside his home. Shattering his connection with the computer, he put his hands on his desk and began to stand up, looking around warily. Something felt off about his house. There was something... dark... inside of it. Chuckling to himself, he shrugged and took casual steps towards his kitchen, his stomach growling at him. He knew that some of the writers from the show would just die with unmitigated potential to turn the simple task of Misha getting a late-night snack into Misha becoming a late-night snack. Geez, he spent way to much time thinking about his job.
He made his way into the sleek kitchen, maneuvering around the silvery-coated island in the middle and to the fridge, where he opened up the door with minor difficulty. Browsing his wares, he noted in disappointment that he would need to go shopping again. There were some pickles, a few slices of stale bread, and a pudding cup lying on one shelf.
Hey, just because he was rich didn't mean that his fridge needed to be full all of the time. He snagged the pudding cup and closed the fridge door. He paused again, feeling that odd danger! sensation again. With a dumb smile, he pulled out his Iphone and clicked on the Twitter app. "Ever... get the feeling... someone's gonna... kidnap you in your own house?" His face scrunched up in amuesment as he added, "Surprised face!" and sent the tweet. He sighed, a happy smile on his face, when he realized someone was standing behind him. Oh god.
