Title: When Castiel met Misha Collins
Summary: Title says all. He teleports to an unfamiliar city and encounters a very familiar face, they have quaint little adventures.
Disclaimer: Why yes, I do own Supernatural, as a matter of fact Castiel's in my room right now, in his boxers.. wait.. *trips on something* SHIT. he's gone.
...that cunning bastard.
Oh, Come on! tell me what you guys think! don't tell me that Misha and Castiel both tilting heads isn't EPIC?
and, tell me if anyone of you want to be in this fic as fangirls or something. Donna has schoolwork, so, it'll be ME (Gabbie) updating this. eh. forgive. R/R
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Castiel eyed the tall human that jumped on him earlier, Misha just laughed as Castiel took in the unfamiliar view.
"So, if you're real, then Dean and Sam are too?" Asked Misha. Castiel looked at him, surprised, "How did you know about Sam and Dean?" he said, shocked.
"I'll explain later" Misha still couldn't believe his eyes. Seriously? Everything's real? Well, that must suck, he thought.
They kept on walking for about ten minutes until Misha stopped.
"Wait here"
"But, the people might come back" Castiel said, eyes widening.
"What? cat got your wings?" Misha teased. Castiel huffed, furrowing his brows.
"Fine. but you will regret leaving me" He retorted in a serious voice.
Castiel studied the man-made structure inch by inch, he spots a strange symbol and thinks.
Castiel walked over to the peculiar sign and touches it, as he did, people gave him strange looks.
Misha walked out holding two cups, he watched Castiel, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh, Cas? What are you doing?"
Castiel looked at him, "This sigil made me curious. What is it?"
Misha was surprised, "Are you serious, Cas? You've never been to Starbucks before?"
"Starbucks?"
"Here" Misha sighed, giving him the cup of coffee. Castiel eyed it curiously, inhaling the orgasmic aroma of coffee.
"I have no need for this" Castiel said, still looking at the coffee, licking his lips.
"Nah, every one needs to have Starbucks atleast once in his or her lifetime." He said, making Castiel taste the coffee he bought. Castiel stared at the cup, sighed, and brought it to his mouth. Castiel took a sip, groaned, and took another sip.
"What is this taste?" Said Castiel, holding the coffee firmly in his left hand.
"...Coffee"
Castiel had another sip, but longer this time. Castiel moaned from bliss.
I'm sorry guys! that's all I have for now. I have a lab report due this friday and my homeroom teacher just totally flipped out on us. UGH.
I'm real sorry for the fluffiness. Although, I hope you guys enjoyed Castiel moaning from coffee.
I'm a fuckin' ninja-pirate, biatch.
Gabbie