Misha walked into your
trailer while you were on the phone with your mom. You motioned for him to sit
on your couch while you wrapped up the call. You sat next to him, letting him
wrap his arms around your waist.
“I know, Mom,” you
said into the phone, “I’ll be there, I promise.”
“If there’s a special someone in your life,
they’re welcome too,” she told
you, and you laughed, entwining your fingers with Misha’s where his hand rested
on your stomach.
With anything you have to take the good and the bad. Like look at Misha and all the amazing things he does and there are so many people who love him, but there are still people who hate him. You have to take the good with the bad.
Castiel was nervous about meeting his roommate. Was he weird? Overly OCD? A slob? Weird isn’t always bad but it could be. He picked up another box and brought it inside, wiping his hand over his face to get some of the sweat off.
He turned back around to the door and saw a guy standing there, glasses and gorgeous as ever. He stood there for a good ten seconds before finally opening his mouth. “You, Dean?”