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So I remember reading somewhere that Misha getting on this dude’s lap was unscripted.

The dude who he’s sitting on seems slightly mortified like he’s not sure what to do or where to look.

The woman right behind them is staring out of the corner of her eye, but trying not to stare because Misha is apparently still delivering lines and no one has stopped the scene yet.

And then one guy on the left is just full on staring and laughing because WTF Misha?

Imagine Gadreel talking to you until you fall asleep

You shift onto your side, pulling yourself closer to Gadreel. He sits motionless, gently pressing his hand over your head. His body, warm and solid, makes you feel secure. As his fingers graze over your head, sleepiness begins to take over. 

“Gadreel,” you whisper, and he hums in return, turning his eyes down to you. “I just wanna hear your voice. Say anything.”

“Would you like to hear a poem?” he asks. You nod lazily, nuzzling closer to him. “It is one that my brother used to tell me on restless nights,” he says, clearing his throat. “Gentle dreamer, whose eyes won’t dare to shut, with the stars as your blanket and the moon as your pillow, prepare for slumber.” He pauses, inhaling and pressing a kiss against your forehead. “Are your eyelids not aching? Do they not beg to drop? Hush now, gentle dreamer, I beg you to sleep.” Again, he presses a kiss on your forehead, humming. “Gentle dreamer, whose eyes dare not shut, I’ll lay with you until, finally, you’ll sleep,” he whispers. You smile to yourself, your eyes falling shut. 

“That was nice. Who used to tell you that?” you ask. He goes silent, rubbing his hand down your back. Finally, he chuckles gently, waving his hand and making the blanket fall over your form.

“Lucifer, before he fell,” Gadreel says, staring up at the ceiling. “Of course, those were different days.”


Character/Pairing: Dean x Reader
Quote: “I love her and that is the beginning and end of everything.”
Requested by: @september-daydream
A/N: Excellent quote choice. Loved writing this.

“It baffles me why you keep at this,” Crowley said, sliding his hands into his pockets carelessly.

Dean aimed another kick at the door, which resounded with an echo in the emptiness. “Unless you have anything helpful to say, shut the hell up,” he growled at the demon.

Crowley rolled his eyes. “Don’t you think this ‘emotional, dramatic rescue’ thing is a bit overplayed?” he continued, ignoring Dean’s anger.

Dean only rolled his eyes and slammed his shoulder into the door again, which felt like it gave a little more, though it was hard to tell if he was imagining it out of wishful thinking or if it truly was going to break.

Crowley shuffled his dress shoes on the pavement. “It’s embarrassing really,” he said. 

Dean snapped. He whipped around and seized Crowley by the front of his suit coat. “SHUT UP!” he yelled. “You are clueless! There is nothing in your pitiful, demonic experience to inform you of what this is! I love her, and that is the beginning and end of everything.” There was a tense beat where Dean stared at Crowley with a fire in his eyes that was staggering. He realized his anger and bit it back, releasing the King of Hell with a heavy sigh.

Crowley stared after him as he returned to the door that was separating them from getting to you. “That was–something,” he said.

Dean gave the demon an annoyed look and rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Crowley,” he mumbled.

Crowley cleared his throat. “No. Really. That was something.” He shrugged his hands into his pockets again. “You better tell her. Before someone else does.” The next moment the demon was gone, but his words were still echoing in Dean’s ears.