THE CALLBACK – DESTIEL FANFICTION #2

Hi Guys! I'm back with another chapter of this fic. I hope people are enjoying it so far. Leave your comments below.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to SPN.

NB: Also, I've realised an issue with the time frame, so I've aged Misha at 24 in 2017 but I realised that Misha Collins didn't join the cast of Supernatural until Season 4 which would have aired in 2009. So, that doesn't work with my timeframe so this fic is set as if 2017 is 2009 – I hope that makes sense! Imagine 2017 to be the beginning of Castiel's time on Supernatural. So, Season 12 Destiel moments will, for this fic, will be set in 2025 (oooooooh, the future is looking brighter already!)

Also, I'm writing this as if Jensen is 2 years older than Misha so he's 26 in Season 4 and Jared is a bit younger at 23. Just a bit of extra info to help set the scene.

Thanks to EruthiadwenGreenleaf for my first review!

CHAPTER TWO:

Los Angeles, 7:30pm

Misha was walking down the street towards the nearest Metro rail line if he hurried he would just catch the red line in time to make his Skype call with Isla. He had told a wee bit of a lie to Iz on the phone, he'd ended the call mainly because his phone battery was dying and the call was costing him shitloads per minute, but the real reason was more serious he wanted time to formulate his defense when he told his best friend that her planned trip with his sister to come and see him in L.A. would have to be delayed or cancelled if he landed this callback role.

Back at his apartment Misha grabbed his laptop and took it into his bedroom so that his call with Iz wouldn't interrupt his roommates, he ran into the kitchen and opened the fridge to quickly scan what he could eat for dinner whilst also Skyping Isla. He found leftovers from last night chicken Kiev yum and piece of home, just what he needs right now. Back in his room he hears the tell-tale sound of an incoming Skype call he chucks the container into the microwave and rushes to his laptop and clicks the green answer button.

"Hey Iz give me a minute I'm just heating up my tea!" yelled Misha from the hallway.

"Oh that's fine, just don't mind me it's only 3:30am and I've been waiting to talk to my best friend for like a week, but he always seems busy. I don't know maybe he's starting to enjoy the high life in the USA and maybe he's forgetting his childhood friends who helped him along the way…" spouted Isla in her constant flow of dialogue crossed with copious amounts of sarcasm just like always.

Misha was giggling as the microwave pinged and he carried his chicken Kiev back to his bedroom, sniffing the glorious smells coming from his plate he was smiling as he sat down on his bed thinking of home and his mum's cooking this was his favourite Russian meal and his mum used to make it all the time for his family when he was living in London.

Isla saw that Misha had returned and was grinning down at his plate.

"What's got you grinning like a loon? Did your toaster make a penis-shaped impression on your bread again? Is that why you were giggling back there?" asked Isla.

"No, God no you're sooooo immature Iz. And that happened once, only once and it was a cheese toasty or 'Grilled Cheese' as they say here in 'Merica for your information. I swear I should never tell you anything, your memory is impeccable." sighed Misha.

"You are correct my prudy friend my mind is a vault of interesting and useless information. And hush you will always tell me everything because you know I'm the only friend you'll ever have, and that's because I'm going to spill all your secrets to anyone else who tries to steal my place, so don't go around meeting anyone else. You're all mine" Isla said dramatically adding a creepy slow laugh at the end.

"Haha alright my pervy friend I suppose I'll tell you all about my big news…" Isla interrupted screaming "just fucking spit it out already! I've been waiting for an hour to hear about this callback."

"Well okay then, no need to get huffy about it I was just about to tell you which part I'll be auditioning for but since you so rudely interrupted me, now I'm going to tell you about this hilarious video I saw online this morning… get this, a goat singing Taylor Swift – genius!" Misha waffled on.

Isla was smiling as Mish told his story he knew how much this would irritate her, he was doing it on purpose he wanted a reaction but they knew each other too well – she wasn't going to fall for it this time.

"Oh really, that sounds fantastic Mish you must send me the link! I just love singing goat videos that go viral." Isla deadpanned.

Misha stopped mid-sentence staring at Iz grinning knowing she'd just won that round. "Damn it Iz, why do you never let me win?"

Isla laughed out loud "because I'd never hear the end of it, you with your gloating!"

Misha fake gasped putting his hand up to his mouth in a mock outrage "I do not gloat, I'll have you know…"

"Shut up we've spent 17 minutes arguing now get on with your story. I have to be up in 3 hours for work, don't tell me I don't love you…" said Isla slightly exasperated.

"Hahaha alright you've got me there!" laughed Misha gosh he totally forgot sometimes that they lived in different countries now. Fucking time differences, fucking with his friendship.

"Okay, okay now ARRGGHH YOU READY KIDS!" Misha bellowed in an overexaggerated pirate impression.

Isla just glared at him disapprovingly.

Misha laughed and held up his hands in surrender, a sign that he was done irritating her for today.

"Okay, okay now I promise I'm done. Sooooo my audition that I got the callback for was for a little wee, unheard of TV show called Supernatural…" explained Misha casually.

Isla stopped for a minute thinking she'd heard him wrong, did he just say Supernatural?

Misha saw Isla's face scrunching up in confusion…

"Fuck Me! Supernatural that's huge!" screamed Isla.

Misha laughed at his best friends blasphemous reaction "Aww that's sweet but you know I don't swing that way babe…" giving her a winky smile.

Isla laughs and then she starts uncontrollably squealing, Misha is unsure what is happening has the connection gone faulty? Is his microphone broken, then Isla freezes on his screen in a really attractive position. Hands up in the air hair flying about with her eyes squeezed shut and a goofy grin on her face. Misha is calling "Iz, Iz I can't hear you there's just a sustained scream and yep, I think you've frozen." Trying to get it to work he taps the keys of his laptop randomly "Hellooooo Iz, can you hear me?" Misha pauses "AARRGHH fucking technology!"

Then all of a sudden Isla's back but Misha's only caught half of her sentence, she's talking a mile a minute again. "Wooahh, woah slow down you only just came back" explained Misha.

"Oh right sorry lovie" smiles Isla taking a deep breath she starts again.

"So Supernatural like the Supernatural? Like the hottest brother's in all of existence hunting down and killing demons, Supernatural?" Misha smiles and nods.

"Like the Winchester's like Dean and Sam? You mean you'll actually be in the same room as Dean and Sam? You mean you'll be sharing the same oxygen as Jared Padalecki and JENSEN ACKLES, the SEXGOD ACKKKKLLEESSS?!" squealed Isla. Misha laughed at his best friend's reaction, god he loved this girl, "Well I'm not sure what the role is yet? I think I'm testing for a demon, so in all likelihood I will be slain by Dean or Sam Winchester, probably very quickly and dramatically about 2 minutes into the episode." Chuckled Misha, "Sooo chances are I won't actually meet J2 until said scene, that's presuming I even get the role!"

"Oh hush Mish!" said Isla "Of course you'll get it, I mean have you seen your face? Hottest fucking demon I've ever seen." Explained Isla "I mean if I was Dean Winchester I'd struggle to kill you when you looked at me with those turquoise baby blues! In fact, I'd go so far as to say, that when you do come face to face with the Sex God that is Jensen Ackles, he'd be mesmerized by your beauty and fall to his knees in front of you murmuring incessantly "Moya lyubov, moya lyubov, ty tak krasiva!" Isla squeaked quickly before falling about in hysterics.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD ISLA AMELIA MATTHEWS! HAVE YOU BEEN READING MY PRIVATE JOURNALS?" screamed Misha in outrage. "How could you betray me like this? Those are my personal fantasies, only meant for me and my dreams! Where did you find them, I thought I'd packed them?"

"Hahahaahahahahaah sorry hun, I found them the other day in the boxes you left behind in your room of the flat! I just had to have a little sneak peek and bloody hell! Are all your sex dreams that graphic?!" asked Isla in the straightest face she could muster.

Misha now going a shade of red that paralleled Isla's hair he huffed and meekly said "Shut UP IZ! Those were private! No one was meant to see those stories!" Misha complained, completely embarrassed.

"Oh, hush moy malysh we're like the same person anyway. Gosh if you'd told me about those dreams when you had them we could've fangirled and fantasied about Ackles together, you think I don't have sexy dreams too?"

"Wooahh, woah now Iz this isn't storytime, no need to share everything!" yelled Misha.

"Well, there was this one dream that even took my perverted brain by surprise, I mean I know I have a good imagination, I'm a writer after all but this dream, the positions…"

"OKAY ENOUGH! I've stopped listening now!" Misha shrieked closing his eyes and putting his fingers in his ears and singing like the child he was.

He lived in the City of Angels deciding to move from his home town of Hampstead, London just a year earlier to pursue his dream of acting. He had trained in London and graduated 4 years earlier where he starred in several small stage productions, he found that his affinity with languages served him well in the theatre world earning him countless roles as foreign speaking characters. As well as roles in foreign language productions, he did this one play that was entirely in French, and Iz the most adoring fan that she is came to surprise Misha on his opening night and he hadn't told her it was all in French; the look on her face when he finally came on stage was priceless! However, his luck trying to get into TV and Film roles had been pretty uneventful. He'd decided to make the move to L.A. after some persuasion from Isla and his sister Ana, on the grounds that if he hadn't found a substantial role within 2 years he was allowed to return home. The thing that sold it to him was the promise that Iz and Ana would come and visit him half way through his stay to chummy him along on his quest for stardom.

He knew that Isla and Ana had been planning on coming to visit him in L.A. Unfortunately, Ana couldn't make it anymore due to school commitments, she was in her final year of an Economics degree at LSC – it was very clear which child inherited the brains and which one got all the creativity in his family! When Misha is thrown a maths question off hand his mind goes blank and he has a little freakout, until that is Ana answers for him! He knew just how excited Iz was to see him, within the next month as it was his one year anniversary of being away from his family on the 15th of April. They had Skyped the month earlier to go over flights to find the best deal and they'd both be crying with elation when Isla's credit card payment was accepted and she got her confirmation email. They were finally going to be able to see one another after a year apart, their first extended time apart since they were seven. And Misha was going to have to ruin their pre-made plans because of this audition opportunity. Isla was going to hate him.

"Hey Iz, so I've got some more news…" started Misha pausing to take a deep breath

"Hey, hey moya malen'kaya myshka what's up you look like you're about to tell me someone died" asked Isla gently.

"No, net, net nothing like that. But as the filming and production for Supernatural is based in Vancouver, so are the auditions…" explained Misha

"Yeah what's the problem with that?" questioned Isla

"Well, if you can believe the callbacks coincide with your visit to L.A. the audition is on the 17th of April at 9am I need to travel there the day before to get situated and prepare myself. So, I've booked a flight from LAX on the 16th." Misha explained with a tone of sadness he held his breath waiting for Isla's angry reply.

"Oh right" said Isla slowly looking down.

"I'm so sorry Iz, I know you've already booked your flight and I'm soooo excited to see you. Honestly, you know that but this opportunity it may be the big break I've been working and waiting for, the reason I came here in the first place." explained Misha.

"No, not I totally get it Mish, don't feel bad at all. Maybe I can spend a few days in L.A. alone at first and then meet up with you when you get back, just leave me a key with your flatmate?" Isla asked hopefully.

"Ahh shit Iz, I'm sorry I don't think that'll work because my flatmate Jaz wouldn't want me to leave a key she's very particular about security. Plus she doesn't know you at all." clarified Misha awkwardly.

"Yes, but YOU DO MISH! That's a bullshit excuse it just sounds like you don't want to me to come anymore!" yelled Isla.

"No GOD NO IZ! That's not it at all! ya lyublyu tebya, ty znayesh, chto. It's just I really think I might be in with a chance at this callback, in my first audition the senior officials seemed very keen on me. If this callback does go well I would expect to stay in Vancouver for at least a few weeks. Which would mean I'd be away for the duration of your visit, which would of course be a really stupid waste of time. When you come I want to be able to spend time with you. To actually see you and chat, bitch and marathon shows I've missed on BBC iPlayer – gosh I miss those British shows!" explained Misha.

"Ahh shit Mish, I know you do and I do too. Sorry just a major overreaction, don't mind me just being dramatic over here. I know you should put your career first, always, you promise me that alright? Just ignore me, just missing you I want my best friend back haha!" laughed Isla nervously.

"Ohhh Iz…I miss you so much too, literally if this Supernatural audition hadn't come up I was planning to return to London earlier than I'd anticipated anyway, I'm missing home to much!" uttered Misha.

"But you can get a refund on your ticket right? Or even better can you reschedule for say June/July when the weather's better. If all goes well, who knows you could be meeting me in Canada instead!" pronounced Misha.

"How about we skype as soon as I've done the callback and I can tell you all about it?" suggested Misha.

"Oooo yeah great idea, a proper summer holiday, I can work on my tan!" joked Isla. "You've got to tell me everything about the audition, I mean every single minute detail, the questions from the Casting Director, how many other 'demons' were called back *coughs* they'll be no real competition on my Misha that's for sure" Isla winks. "I'm looking for specifics such as your facial expressions, your choice of words, the shape of Jensen Ackles beautiful arse." Isla cackled.

"Haha very funny Iz, I don't think I'll even see Jensen Ackles, never mind be close enough to check out his behind! But I have no doubt it is…divine, that man was made to be admired, I mean that face though" Misha sighs looking off into the distance longingly.

"Alright, alright that's enough fantasising Mr. Collins I have just realised the time, you know what I'm like with my sleep, I feel like 3 hours won't be sufficient!" laughed Isla nervously. "*coughs* you know what, I think I'm feeling a bit under the weather, I think I'm coming down with something I may have to stay in bed tomorrow and call in sick." smiled Isla.

"You know what Miss Matthews, I think you're right that cough sounds very chesty" laughed Misha

"Haha, kay nighty night babe, poka lyublyu tebya." said Isla.

"Night krasivaya speak soon, potselui" said Misha.

WooHoo you got to the end of the second chapter, good for you, you champion! I hope you're enjoying the story so far, please leave your comments below – I'd love to hear from yous. Thanks for your support guys.

Byeeee,

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

You are so beautiful = ty tak krasiva

My baby boy = moy malysh

No = Net

Hi = privet

I love you, you know that = ya lyublyu tebya, ty znayesh chto

Kisses = potselui