This is an AU where you and Misha are criminals that commit heinous crimes.

(Wanted to try a sort of short story/film plot imagine story)

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You removed your mask and ran a hand through your hair as Misha counted the stacks of money given to you by someone very rich. You had kidnapped the daughter of an extremely successful business owner and had asked for ransom.

"How much did we make sweetheart?" You asked and Misha smirked. "Babe we made enough for a good 3 years!" He said and chuckled in achievement.

You hugged him from behind and kissed his neck softly, "This calls for a celebration! We should go out-"

"Oh honey, I can get you the best booze out there now, no need to go out," He said and kissed you on the lips. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your hand through his hair.

You smiled slightly, staring into his blue eyes while you shifted in your position, which made him groan a bit. "Shit you're making me feel hot all of a sudden," He started to breathe a little heavily and you grinned.

You brought him closer to you and whispered, "You're the one who looks hot, so don't blame me." You kissed him roughly on the lips and he grabs the hems of your shirt and started pulling it up.

You moaned then pulled away, "I think this chair's too small for this." He raised an eyebrow and looked at you dominatingly. "Man I want to f!@$ you so good that this chair breaks," He growled and you moaned slightly.

"Sweetheart, I want you so bad," You pleaded and he peppered your neck with kisses and ended with his lips on yours-

KNOCK! KNOCK!

You pulled away and looked to the door suddenly. "Babe who's that?" You whispered, gripping his shirt tightly. He helped you to get off of him then aloes to the door.

You stayed your distance, in the shadows of your hallway, with crossed arms. Misha looked back to you and mouthed 'men in suits'.

Shit.

You took all the money bills and ran to your room in the most quietest manner, hiding it in your underwear drawer for now. Misha watched you then took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. He put a smile on his face before opening the door.

"Oh, hi! What can I do for you gentleman?" He greeted the men and he showed their FBI badges.

Oh crap, Misha thought but made sure he remained calm.

"Agents Ackles and Padalecki," The man with short dirty blonde hair and stubble introduced and Misha let them into the house.

"Sorry about the slight mess, we had a few guests over a little before and you know toddlers..." Misha made up and ran a hand through his hair while staring at the messy table and clothes and items on the couch.

"So what's this about agents?" Misha asked and the man with long hair described the situation. "Robert Stephen's daughter had been kidnapped and found yesterday but there seems to be indications from a neighbor that voices of a child crying and yelling had come from this house," He said and Misha furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry but we-"

"Babe what's this about?" You enter the living room, acting the most innocent possible. You walk up to Misha and he wraps an arm around your waist.

"By the way gentlemen, this is [y/n] my wife," He said and you greeted the agents, "They're saying that they heard a child's yelling and crying from our house?"

You looked at him completely confused then told the agents about a story that usually works for you. "I'm sorry agents but we don't have any kids of our own... Just yet at least, I'm expecting," You lied with a smile and the agents nodded.

Misha smiled widely and put his hand over your stomach, "Yeah big times ahead." Agent Ackles kept looking around the house and walking around while Agent Padalecki continued to eye the two of you suspiciously.

"Would you agents like some coffee?" You asked and they nodded. You walked to the kitchen while listening to the conversation they were having with Misha.

"So could you account for your whereabouts for last week?" Agent Ackles asked and Misha fidgeted with his hands. "Well we had a party at a friend's house last Tuesday, then we had a doctor's appointment for my wife on Wednesday," He explained, "I've got receipts from the gas station and supermarkets. I can get them for you?"

The agent nodded and you walked into the kitchen. You looked at him with horror, "Honey we're screwed. I can't go to jail, I just can't-"

"Baby, we're not screwed. Everything's fine for now at least. They won't suspect anything and like every time we think the whole operation through," He whispered as he gathered all the receipts from last week.

You smiled nervously at him before he walked out of the kitchen and into living room. Misha handed the receipts to the agents and they examined them. In the mean time, you walked out with two cups of coffee on a tray.

You placed it in front of them and rubbed your hands together, standing beside the seat where your husband sat.

"Alright I think everything seems to check out," Agent Padalecki told and you sighed with relief mentally. They finished the coffee and asked a few more general questions before standing up to leave.

"Here's our number, if you have any details to report," Agent Ackles gave you a card with his number on it and you nodded. They left your house and Misha locked the door, twice.

He took a deep breath and turned around, only to find you close to having a panic attack.

"Misha they'll know is us, they'll fight it out and we'll be in big ass trouble-"

He held your shoulders tightly and pulled your towards him, "Hey, HEY! We'll be fine alright? We just need to be sensible and think about everything before we decide something."

He kissed your forehead softly and looked at you with a calm and reassuring expression. "They won't know that we kidnapped her," He told and you hugged him, feeling that in his arms you felt safe.

*****

3 weeks later...

"This can't be happening! Shit, I thought we planned this through," Misha yelled as he stuff his bag with things he'd need to survive for a good one month.

"Well how was I supposed to know that they'd find evidence from that case they close up months ago about when we robbed that liquor store?!" You exclaimed at him and he groaned in frustration.

He stopped his frantic actions all of a sudden and looked at you with disbelief, "Why aren't you packing?" You crossed your arms, "Why do I need to pack? You're doing it and I'm giving you everything."

He rolled his eyes," [y/n] you're not coming with me, how many times do you want me to tell you?!"

"No no no no, we can't go separate ways! That's the worst idea-"

"They will find us if we stay together," He held your face in his hands tightly and looked you straight in the eyes, "We need to part our ways and change our look okay? Otherwise we'll end up in jail."

You held his hands as he breathed heavily. He was a angry but he was sensible enough not to take it out in you. Plus, it was neither your or his fault.

The police had got a trail and hint that you'd be in town and they wouldn't miss this chance to finally catch you guys. You've been on the wanted list for far too long for them and they're getting tired of your getaways.

"Now, get another bag and put your stuff in-"

THUD! THUD! THUD!

You both froze, not moving a muscle as you watched the main door of the motel with wide eyes.

"Mr. and Mrs. Collins? Open up!" A man with a low and husky voice called out and Misha scrambled around zipping up his bag after dumping some more stuff into it.

THUD! THUD!

"If you don't open this door we will break it down!" The man yelled and Misha swallowed hard. He turned to you and have you the bag, "Go, get out of here. You need to be safe. Stay low till you hear from me."

"W-What?! No I can't-"

"Do you trust me? Then you'll do as I say sweetheart," Misha said and smiled softly, kissing you on the lips passionately before pushing you away to the bedroom window.

You opened it up and threw a our bag to the dumpster below then on the ledge. "I love you," You mouthed before jumping off, only to hear-

THUD! THUD! CRASH!

The doors broke down and two police officers came rushing in. Misha out his hand up and stood there, looking at them in defeat.

"Mr. Collins?" One of the men said and Misha nodded with a slight smile. "That's me officer," He answered and the man got his handcuffs out.

"You are under arrest for serial murder, harassment, theft, rape, kidnappings, impersonation of multiple personalities and fraudulent credit card scams," He explained as he handcuffed Misha.

"Where's your wife?" The police man yanked Misha by the hands towards his face and Misha shrugged. "Sorry, she didn't come on this trip. She's at home, resting while we patiently wait for our baby," He lied and the officer rolled his eyes and grumbled.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" The officer said aloud and Misha nodded.

As they walked him to the car, Misha glanced to the back alley, looking for any sign of you. He noticed a shadow and bit his lip.

You watched as they took your husband away. You couldn't believe that he gave himself up for you. How are you supposed to survive in the world now?

You watched him as he signed something with his hands.

'RUN'

You started to back away then began to brisk walk towards the forest, hoping that you wouldn't be found and that no one saw you. Thanks to your experience in this line of work, you've got great stealth skills.

You couldn't leave the thought of your husband being in jail for who knows how long. Sure, you'll visit him if you got the opportunity to but maybe that would never happen.

The police caught Misha, but they don't realise that you're just as guilty of committing crimes as him.