Misha Collins is the type of person who would help a lost kid find his mommy in a grocery store.
Misha Collins is the type of person who would lose his own child in a grocery store.
Misha Collins is the type of person to get lost in a grocery store.
interviewer: describe yourself in 4 words
me: space, the final frontier
interviewer: oh god not again
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Don’t you mean
I can’t be stopped
"Sammy, stop looking so nervous. It’s going to be fine. I promise" Dean sighed, he’d been trying to sooth and calm Sam’s worries all week now, but the closer the time came to them going, Sams anxieties only seemed to grow.
Sam looked tired, he hadn’t gotten much sleep last night from worrying about starting high school. With John gone it had made it a lot easier for Dean to try and distract Sam, sooth him and he fully intended to keep doing so until Sam’s anxiety washed away.
Dean wrapped his arms around his brothers slim hips from behind, scattering kisses over his neck.
"I hate starting new schools - but this is going to be completely different… what if-" Sam’s voice was small, making Dean’s gut twist.
"Baby. I’m going to be right there with you" Dean whispered to him, "You’re smart, beautiful and funny - everyone is going to love you and if there is any trouble. Just let me know and I’ll handle it" Dean promised. "Like I always do"
Turning, Sam frowned up at Dean. “I don’t want you getting kicked out on our first day because your fighting defending me. I don’t want you getting into trouble-“
"Then we best hope no fucking assholes decide to pick on the smart kid then huh?" Sam rolled his eyes at Dean, opening his mouth to speak again. "There’s nothing you can do that’s going to change other people Sam. Stop worrying about that - whatever happens, happens. That’s their own choices. All I can do is promise you, you’ll be safe, and taken care of. Besides - I don’t care to much for school anyway - three day break for fighting? Hell it’s tempting" Sam barked out a laugh, slapping Dean’s chest softly, worry gone from his face.
"I suppose your right" Sam finally said with a smile, Dean’s smile. "We should get going before we’re late"
Dean smirked, nodding. “We’ve got a few minutes, and I plan on using them to kiss the utter life out of you because I’m not going to be able to until I come find you at lunch time”
"Dude we are not fucking around at school-"
"Shut up, nerd" Dean said before pressing his lips against his brothers.
Baby! This is super late and super short and I’m sorry for how long I’ve been away. You know I’m always here for chat and fics. Ily sweetie <3 xx