DESTIEL FANFICTION: SUPERNATURAL
THE CALLBACK
Hi Guys! This is my first fic so bear with me and as always be kind, please leave me comments below with your thoughts.
Description: Misha Collins is a struggling actor just trying to get by and find his big break, he thinks he might have just found it in the form of a guest-star role on the hit TV show Supernatural. Excited and on a high from landing his first role his mood changes drastically after he's introduced to Jensen Ackles.
CHAPTER ONE:
"Guess what?!" screamed Misha down the phone to his best friend Isla.
"What is it? Jeez Mish calm down" huffs Isla rolling her eyes at her best friend's dramatics.
"I got a callback, I got a callback! Like an actual callback for an actual show that airs on actual television!" squeals Misha.
"WHAT? No way, really Mish or are you bullshitting me? You know what I've told you about bullshitting, you know how gullible I am, remember last time? Just fucking cruel babe" says Isla in a dead serious tone.
Misha paused for effect, just breathed really heavily down the phone, just waiting a tiny bit longer for Is to start yelling profanities…
"Fucking hell Mish! What have I told you about this! Bloody tricking me, you're such a savage! I mean for fuck's sake you know how much I want you to succeed and you keep bullshiting me!"
Misha sniggered under his breath he was enjoying this too much, jeez she was really on a role tonight. He was just about to speak…
"Iz, Iz I'm not…"
"Seriously you're causing me heart palpitations, this trickery is bad for my health, I literally held my breath for your whole 'pause for dramatic effect' bit. God hear me, I know you so well I should've guessed! Liar!" screamed Isla, sighing loudly and waiting for Misha's giggle.
"Is will you shut up for one second please!" shouted Misha irritated for a minute that he was deemed the dramatic one out of the pair by their family and mutual friends. Jeez get a load of her, going on and on.
"I'm not lying Iz, I'm being deadly serious I got a callback" said Misha.
"BULLSHIT!" hollered Isla.
"No seriously Iz, cross my heart and hope to die. I know I've tricked you a few times before" Isla cough-laughed at this ridiculous understatement.
"No, malyshka listen this call is costing me 3 dollars a minute, you were the first person I wanted to hear the news. You always are the first person I want to tell." explained Misha.
"Oh my fucking GOD! Misshy you're not kidding? Wow!" Isla inhaled sharply Misha only spoke Russian, his native tongue when he was being serious.
It was a rule they'd established when they were kids growing up in London, Misha hadn't known any English when he first arrived and so the pair learnt their native languages from each other. In the beginnings of their friendship Isla taught Misha a few words in English and he did vice versa for her in Russian. Obviously, Misha's English improved rapidly after starting school and to be honest Isla's Russian didn't extend beyond basic greetings and a few useful phrases. When they were young they used to whisper to each other in Russian and they treated it as their secret form of communication. They loved the look on their classmates faces when they started speaking in hushed tones in Russian and giggling, it was their secret weapon. There way of bonding in private and as the years went on the Russian whispers evolved into a way of expressing affection towards one another and became purely terms of endearment, usually on Misha's side when he was being serious. With Misha being emotionally incompetent it became a signal to Isla that Misha was trying to tell her something important.
Misha's parents had emigrated to Britain when Misha and his sister Anastasia were 7 and 4. They moved in next door to Isla and her family and when Isla was spying out her bedroom window at the new family moving in, she spotted a young dark haired boy, guessing he was around the same age and quite cute she immediately went to introduce herself to the new boy. At said introduction Isla never being the shy one went right for it and said hello and went in for a massive welcoming hug. Seven-year-old Misha was taken aback by this auburn haired, scruffy looking girl squeezing him to death, he assumed she had said hello before she practically tackled him to the floor but he only knew a few words of English so he couldn't be sure.
*FLASHBACK* – 16 years earlier - London, 1993
Isla was hugging this boy quite aggressively but to her mind she was just being friendly, plus he was really cute she thought so what's the harm? She finally released him and his face was priceless, a bright shade of crimson had overtaken his face, Isla giggled, gosh his face was the same colour as her hair!
"Hi! It's so nice to meet you! My name is Isla Matthews I live next door with my parents and younger brothers Finn and Tommy plus we have a cat called Bastet or Bassy for short and 2 dogs called Artemis and Apollo, as you can tell we're quite into ancient mythology in my house. Well that's because my Mum's a Classics professor at King's College so she passed her interests onto us or more like her 'divine' influence her words, not mine, onto the naming of the pets. Anyway enough about me, gosh you haven't said a thing this whole time. What's your name?" Isla said then paused for breath.
"Oh mine's Isla by the way…" she hastened to add.
"Sorry I'll stop now and give you a chance to respond, Mum says I talk too much, well I say… where'd she think I got it from? That got me into a bit of trouble haha but doesn't stop it being true!" laughed Isla.
Misha just stood there staring at this little girl who had just talked continuously for about 3 minutes without pausing for breath, he was stunned, he didn't understand a single word.
He gulped when she was still looking at him expectantly, she raised her eyebrows and nodded encouragingly. He was flailing inside his own head, what should he do? She wasn't going to understand him.
Ah to hell with it he thought. "Zdravstvuyte, prostite, ya ne znayu mnogo angliyskogo yazyka, vsego neskol'ko slov." explained Misha.
Isla just stood there mouth open, what did he just say, that wasn't English was it? He speaks another language? Was that French? No, Arabic?
Misha could see the girl's face screwing up in confusion, he started to worry she was going to leave.
"So-rree" said Misha "I do not talk much English, only hello, goodbye you know?" struggled Misha.
Isla smiled, at least he was trying to chat, how cute. "No prob-lemmss" Isla exaggerated waving her head from side to side she giggled once she realised that he hadn't understood anything she'd just told him.
Misha saw her begin to laugh and he contorted his face suddenly very hurt that she was mocking his English, he lowered his head and frowned starting to turn away and back to his house.
"Wait!" Isla said rushing forward and grabbing at his arm as she realised he thought she was laughing at him.
Her face a mask of worry she hurriedly said "Sorry, I was not laughing at you. Let's start again. My name is Isla."
Misha understood a few words and saw that she was apologising. "Hello, my name is Misha it is very nice to meet you, Iiiiiiiiila?"
Isla smiled why did her name have to be so weird? I'll write it down for him maybe that'll help, she signed for pen and paper. He nodded his head and smiled running into the house he was back a minute later with a notepad. Isla took it and wrote down her name in big capital letters then added a smiley face for good measure handing it back to him.
She ran her finger over each letter and pronounced it slowly "I – S – L – A" when that wasn't working she took back the paper and drew little pictures under each letter. "See, say it like this" she pointed to the 'I' where she'd drawn an eye "eye" she repeated pointing to her own eye. Misha gasped and nodded encouragingly "Oh! Eye!" he said. Isla smiled and put her thumbs up. "Yes! Now, S like a snake" she hissed and put her hands together a mimicked a snake moving, Misha laughed and said "I – Sssss, Isla"
Isla nodded "Yes that's right!" he put his hand out to shake hers "Hello, Isla" Misha said very proudly Isla smiled and replied "Hi Misha I feel like we're going to be great friends."
*PRESENT* – 2017
"Tell me everything right now Mish" squealed Isla.
"Sorry my phone's about to die" moaned Misha
"WTF! Mish you cannot leave me hanging now! I don't care what you're doing get home right this second and Skype me" instructed Isla.
Misha smiled and laughed at his best friend's tone gosh he missed her.
"I'm going to take that silence as agreement and I'll await your text once your home, alright?" said Isla.
"Okay Iz, you'll have to give me 20 mins to get back" Misha said whilst he turned around and headed in the opposite direction back to his apartment.
"Well you better hurry up moya malen'kaya myshka because its 3 fucking am here!" huffed Isla.
Misha smiled at his best friend's use of her Russian nickname for him, she called him her little mouse ever since they were little and she seemed to surpass him in height very quickly "Oh hush Iz you never go to bed before 5am! Plus you'll always answer a call from your malen'kaya Zvezda. Plus you're only 2 weeks older than me and can I just point out you were stupidly tall for a girl your age, I caught up within a year or two."
Isla laughed out loud, god he never could get over it! "Yeah, yeah keep telling yourself that shorty!" Isla said.
"Okay speak soon, poka krasivaya" said Misha.
"Bye, bitch" said Isla in her most serious voice, she laughed "lyublyu tebya …bitchface!"
Thanks for everyone that got to the end! I hope you liked my first chapter. Please leave your comments and I've included a list of the Russian translations below. Not sure how frequent the updates will be I'll see where the story takes me.
Byeee,
I xxxx
RUSSIAN TRANSLATIONS:
My love = moya lyubov
Hello = Zdravstvuyte
Darling = dorogoy
Fiery = ognennyy
Star/Little star = Zvezda/ malen'kaya zvezda
Baby girl = malyshka
Beautiful = krasivaya
My little mouse = moya malen'kaya myshka
Bye = poka
Love you = lyublyu tebya
Zdravstvuyte, prostite, ya ne znayu mnogo angliyskogo yazyka, vsego neskol'ko slov. = Hello, I'm sorry I don't know a lot of English, only a few words.