Misha pulled his tie up to his collar, grunting as he couldn't get the look of it right and tie it properly. He huffed and gave up, running a hand through his hair.

You peeked into your bedroom, tilting your head when you found him covered in frustration. You knocked on the door before entering formally. He smiled at you as he picked up his black hoodie.

"Hey," You said and smiled. "Is he ready? What's the time?" He looked at his wrist watch, "Crap, we'll be late if there's traffic!" He was about to walk out of the room but you stepped in his way.

"Baby, chill," You said, "You go on this road, at this time, everyday. You always reach on time." You stepped forward and held his hands. He sighed and looked to the floor. The tie laying on your bed caught your eye.

"Baby, you didn't wear your tie?" You questioned and he shook his head. You walked over and picked it up. "But you'd look..."

"Sexy?" He said and had a grin on his face. You raised an eyebrow, "I was going to say handsome but... sexy works too." You winked at him and wrapped the tie around his neck.

You put his shirt collar up and began to make the tie. His eyes darted from your face to your hands then back to your face. You bit your lip as you tried to make the tie look perfect.

You couldn't help but notice how tense his muscles were. After you finished, You pressed his shoulders then his arms. "Why are you so stressed out?" You asked. "I'm nervous," He said and rubbed his neck.

"Of meeting and talking to kids?" You placed a hand on your hip and he shrugged. "Hun, you're amazing and kids love you. You'll do great," You pecked his lips but he leaned in for another one. "And I'm going to be there for the main event so... You won't be alone," You said and kissed his cheek lightly.

You looked up into his blue pools of eyes staring at you. "What's wrong?" You asked softly. "Nothing... You look nice today," He stuttered a bit and you shook your head. "I'm in my pyjamas!" You said and he kissed your nose.

You chuckled as he walked out of the room and put his collar back down. You followed him to the kitchen, finding your son and daughter having their breakfast, consisting of milk and cereal.

"Hey kiddos! What's up?" Misha greeted his children and you helped your daughter put her bowl in the kitchen sink. You daughter giggled a bit, "Why is daddy so happy today?"

Misha gave her a fake exaggerated look of hurt, "Aren't I always happy [y/d/n]?" He picked her up and tickled her. She laughed, begging that her captor would stop.

"I'm happy because I'm visiting your brother's school," Misha explained and ruffled his son's fluffy brown hair. Your daughter is 5 years old while your son is 8 years old.

It's 'Bring Your Parent To School' day at your son's school and Misha volunteered to go. He'd have to talk to all the kids in your son's class as well as talk about his job in the school's afternoon assembly. Your son's teacher chose him to represent his class.

Misha peeled a banana and took a big bite from it. "So, [y/s/n]... Are your excited that I'm going to be studying with you?" Misha asked and his son smiled softly, laughing a bit.

"Daddy, you aren't going to study! You're a big person!" Your daughter said and you grinned. "But what if I want to study?" He asked and your son put a finger on his chin, thinking about the question. "Then you'll have to ask Ms. Harris about it," He answered and Misha nodded.

*****

You really wanted to join your boys for the whole day but you had some work to finish off. You were excited to see them in the assembly.

Misha and your son arrived at the school. Your husband had dropped your daughter to her pre-school. Your daughter had immediately went to all her friends and told them that her daddy was going to study in school. They all giggled.

"Okay, I'm completely clueless here so you need to guide me," Misha said and shut his eyes, placing his hand in his son's head as if he couldn't see. Your son laughed and hugged his daddy's hand, "Oh look! There's Jason and Thomas!"

Your son pulled Misha towards his two best friends. Their dad's were conversing behind them while the kids were playing an airplane game.

Misha felt slightly awkward, even though he's met the fathers at your son's birthday. "Morning, Walter and George," Misha shook their hands and they exchanged smiles. "Hey Misha! How's everything going?" George asked and Misha smiled widely.

"Good good! Just here for the same reason all the other parents are here for," Misha said, "How is your family doing?" George nodded and Walter said, "Your wife may know or Samantha would talk to her but Jason is getting a sibling."

Misha raised his eyebrows and smiled softly, "Oh congratulations! We should celebrate!"

He continued to talk to the other men but Misha couldn't help but feel lonely, even though the school is packed with people. He missed you a lot.

*****

"Next I would like to call up  [y/s/n] and his father Misha!" Ms. Harris announced and your son got up with excitement from his seat. Misha followed close behind to the from of the class and rubbed his hands together.

"My name is  [y/s/n] Collins and this is my dad," Your son introduced and Misha squeezed his shoulders. "Thank you for that short and sweet introduction [y/s/n]!" He chuckled, "My name is Misha and I'm an actor by profession."

"The kids would probably not know about the show but I play a character called Castiel on the TV show 'Supernatural'," Misha told.

A girl from the back of the room shouted out, "My mom loves Dean!" Everyone turned back and the parents laughed. Misha gasped exaggeratedly with hurt, "What about me?"

The girl fidgeted with her hands and giggled, "She likes you too... She says 'Cas is too innocent'" Misha raised his eyes and looked at the girl in shock. What did she imply by saying 'innocent'?!

"Anyways, keeping Supernatural aside... [y/s/n] and I do lots together. There's cooking, where I've got videos of it on YouTube. We do art work together and creative writing as well. I'm fond of poetry and I've written a few poems," Misha told, "We also build things-"

"My dad is so strong, he built our house with his own hands!" Your son informed and everyone looked at Misha with impressed expressions. Misha felt proud but modest at the same time.

"Well... I'm not that strong-"

"And my dad can run for miles and miles. We go to the park sometimes and race!" Your son said and Misha was starting to grow hot. He wasn't used to being boasted about, he considered himself as any other normal person.

Misha ruffled his son's hair and squeezed his arms, "Well, to sum it up, [y/s/n] and I have a great time together when I'm home from filming on any projects. I take him to the set of Supernatural sometimes when he has holidays. It's all fun and games with my boy!"

Everyone clapped and Misha and your son smiled as they walked back to their seats. "Thank you Misha for that lovely talk! And thank you to [y/s/n] too!" Ms. Harris said and Misha smiled at her.

*****

You walked into the school reception  carrying a bag that had two big boxes of fudge brownies. You approached the main desk and smiled at the lady sitting.

"Hi, I'm here for the parent and student assembly. Has it begun?" You asked and she shook her head. "It'll start in the next 10 minutes," She informed and you nodded, thanking her.

You walked down the halls of the school, peeking into each classroom to see what was going on. The second last classroom down the hall was your son's class. It was packed with people, students and parents. You took a breath and knocked on the door before entering.

"Hi, Ms. Harris?" You addressed the fairly tall lady that is your son's teacher. "Oh hi, [y/n]!" She greeted, "Please come on in!" You smiled and her and walked into the class. You're really good friends with her.

"Everyone, this is [y/s/n]'s mother [y/n] and she's a journalist by profession," Ms. Harris introduced and you gave everyone a small wave.

You spotted your husband towards the back of the crowd, your son was talking to his friends. Misha smirked and winked at you. You would have definitely given him a flying kiss if no one else was in the room.

You walked over to Misha and side-hugged him, "Hey hun." He kissed your cheek and you smiled. "Oh everyone, I've got a treat for you all," You announced, "These are some fudge brownies me and [y/s/n] made yesterday evening. Misha helped too."

*****

You and your son cheered and clapped when Misha walked onto stage. "Good afternoon everyone, my name is Misha Collins and I'm  [y/s/n]'s father, who's in the 3rd grade," Misha introduced, "Till now there's been an artist, two engineers, a doctor, a fashion designer and an author. This school has a diverse background and the parents are no different."

You smiled at him. You admired his public speaking skills. "I'd like to add myself to the diversity. I'm an actor by profession," Misha said, "I play a character called Castiel on the TV show Supernatural."

"Go Cas! Yeah!"

A girl, probably in the 10th grade, shouted it out. You turned back and smirked. Misha raised his hand as if he had won something, "Yeah! Cas is the best!" He chuckled.

"Being an actor opens many doors for me. I get to meet amazing people, do amazing things and play amazing characters," Misha said, "It's how I met my lovely wife. She had a role on the show beside me, she was a guest star."

A few people turned to look at you when he gestured towards you. You could hear some whispering of people recognising your face from a season on Supernatural.

"... you need to stay away from your loved ones for long stretches of time but being an actor is immense fun. You do something new today and sometimes I bring the family to the set," Misha spoke.

"In short, being an actor is great and if you plan to go into the industry, be prepared for hard work but a lifetime supply of fun and excitement. Thank you," Misha said and everyone clapped.

You cheered and gave him a flying kiss. "Go dad!" Your son exclaimed.

*****

There was a project fair going on after the assembly finished. You and your family walked along, looking at all the small tables with different projects that students and their parents made together.

Misha had wanted to make something with his son, a home-made film projector, but he didn't get the time too. It was perfect and it linked to his job.

"Daddy, can we make the projector when we go home today?" Your son asked and Misha ruffled his hair. "Of course we can! Then you can bring it to school tomorrow to show your friends," He answered and your son smiled.

Your son became excited when he saw that one of his friends had made a robotic dinosaur. He loves dinosaurs so much. He pulled his daddy towards the stall to show him the cool Tyrannosaurus Rex. You smiled, picking up a cupcake from one of the stalls.

Misha looked back at you and winked, while his son was full of excitement. You gave him a small smile before walking over to your son's class teacher.