(A/N) Isn't the GIF just... Adorable?! 😍

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"I'll just call you back, I'm getting another call," You told your friend on the phone and switched the call line.

"Hello?" You said and smiled when the person replied. "Hey [y/n], it's Misha," He said. "Hi Misha! What's up?" You asked.

"I just wanted to confirm about tonight, 6:00 PM yeah?" Misha said and you nodded, even though he couldn't see you.

"Yup!" You said, making a popping sound on the 'p'. "You sure you don't want me to pick you up?" Misha asked. "No I'm good. I'll come over to your place, like we planned," You said and Misha smiled.

"Okay cool. See you soon!" Misha said and you ended his call, switching back to the previous line.

"So who was that?" Your friend asked. You fidgeted with your hands a bit, "It was Misha." You could literally see your friend grinning.

"Ooohh new love interest!" She teased. You rolled your eyes, "Oh stop! He's just... He's-"

"Someone who likes you and finds you interesting. Don't tell me anything else," [y/f/n] said, "You touch his hair and face everyday. You're always so close to him."

You stared with no expression. It's true, you do touch his hair and face almost everyday, at least when Supernatural is in production. You're his hair and make-up artist. You both started seeing each other while filming the newest season a month ago.

"Yeah well..." You drifted off, thinking about him. It was quiet for a few moments. Your friend just listened to the silence.

"Anyways, I'll leave you in your fantasy land. Tell me how the date goes," Your friend said and you were taken out of your thoughts.

"It's not a-"

She cut the phone and you huffed.

"-date."

Calling it a date made it seem like you guys are really together. You thought of it as you both meeting because you're really good friends.

After two hours of picking out the outfit following the debate on whether you should look extravagant and sexy or just look like how normally do, but a bit formal, you chose the latter, finding many choices for it.

You chose your black jeans and an off-white turtle neck sweater. You left your hair open, setting it neatly on your shoulders.

You wore black flats and had a jacket with you just incase it got cold. You placed your phone in your purse that you wore on your shoulder.

You went out to your car and started it up, nervous about meeting Misha. You had no idea what the plan was, that's why you were going to his house. When he invited you for the outing he just said 'I'd want to spend time with you. We should go out together, my treat'.

You shrugged it off and drove to his house, hoping that you don't embarrass yourself tonight.

*****

You knocked on the door, tapping the sides of your legs out of nervousness. Moments later, the door opened, revealing a happy Misha looking really good.

"Hi [y/n], come on in!" He greeted and you walked into his house. You've never visited him at his house, it's always been meetings outdoors. Well, you both have only seen each other out of the Supernatural set twice, now being the third time.

You looked around his cozy home, liking how comfortable it looked. You were fascinated by the fact that he made it with his own hands.

You couldn't help but stare at the owner of the house as well. He was wearing a dark blue sweater, sleeves pulled up. His hair was messy, you'd always have to fix that up whenever he came into the trailer.

He ran a hand through his hair as he searched for something. He never does that normally, only when he's nervous, you had noticed.

Why's he nervous? You thought, Maybe he does actually-

"I hope you didn't eat anything," Misha asked, after successfully finding his car keys. "No I didn't. I thought you'd take us for dinner. See? I know you so well," You said and winked at him.

He smiled and looked to the floor as he put his hands in his pockets. He opened the main door for you and you smiled.

He's so sweet, goshhh, you thought.

You sat in the passenger seat as he started the car. He looked your way and softly smiled. It was as if he was awe-struck. You shrugged the thought off, slightly not wanting to stop thinking about the possibility that he may be in love with you.

"So... I've never asked you this but," Misha started and you grew anxious about what he was going to ask. You rubbed your hands together, looking straight ahead.

He rubbed his neck, "But... What do you like to eat?" You could breathe again. You shifted in your seat, pondering over the question.

"Well I love food. I can eat anything, as long as I'm sure it's not going to cause me food poisoning!" You replied and he chuckled. You love it when he does that.

"Umm, cuisine wise... I don't know, anything goes. I really enjoy [favorite cusine] food," You told and he nodded. "Good thing is that where we're going, they serve a wide variety of dishes," Misha said and you licked your lips. You were excited to see where he'd take you.

*****

"I've had the opportunity to do Jared's hair and makeup once. His hair is so soft," You told Misha, who listened intently, "I could have continued with him but... I didn't."

You both were sitting at a lovely restaurant by the beach, the sound of waves adding to the soft and 'very romantic' ambience.

He tilted his head a bit, just like Castiel does on Supernatural causing a smile to creep on your lips. "Why didn't you stay with him?" He asked, slightly surprised.

You looked everywhere but his face. "Oh wow, that is a pretty chandelier!" You said, staring at the golden object of light above. He rolled his eyes and you mentally slapped yourself.

Worst idea in the world, You thought, changing a topic never ends well.. And to a chandelier?!

He placed his fork down. "[y/n]... You didn't answer my question," He said, looking right into your eyes. "Huh?" You pretended as if you hadn't heard him.

"Why didn't you stay with Jared?" Misha questioned, "You do the best hair and makeup on set. Jared's hair needs you more than mine does. My hair is just..." He picked a few strands of his hair and sighed.

You looked at him with a soft smile, "I think you have beautiful hair." His face brightened up when you said that.

"Misha... I, uh," You were probably going to regret what you were about to say but you couldn't hold it in any longer. He moved closer to you, as far as he could in his seat. You looked to your hands as you played with them.

"I..."

You were going to stop and say 'never mind' but Misha softly said, "Just say it." You looked at him, raising your eyebrows a bit. He wanted to know and from his expressions, you had a feeling he knew what you were going to say.

"Ilikeyou," You mumbled. He raised an eyebrow and you sighed. You were killing yourself inside. "I like you..." You said, dreading the reaction, "More than a colleague or friend. That's why I chose you over Jared."

He smiled, "I like you too and I'm so glad you made that choice." He winked at you and you blushed a bit.

"Really? You... Like me?" You asked with disbelief. "How can't I? You're beautiful," Misha said and you smiled uncontrollably, "And smart. You've got a great sense of style, by the way you look lovely right now. You're caring and kind. You're always there for me and you understand me so well, like how you knew that today I'd take you for dinner!"

"All I do is ask you to make my hair and make me look good for the camera. You should be on screen, you don't even need to do anything. I bet you look like this in the morning too," Misha said, admiring you.

You grew speechless. You just watched him, his lips move when he talked and how he smiled with his eyes and not his mouth. He was sincere in his words.

You placed your hand on his. "Oh Misha... Getting to know you, such a dynamic person, is beyond anything I could wish for and be happy with. If someone needs to be thankful, it should be me," You said and smiled.

You just wanted to kiss him right now, but it would be weird. You were in a formal restaurant and it was moderately full, and you weren't going to get up from your seat.

You didn't have the faintest clue that the man sitting across you wanted to do the same thing. He wanted to spend more time with you so badly that he couldn't help but ask, "Hey, do you want to come over to my house? We could watch a movie or something..."

You thought for a moment on the offer. "Of course! I'd love to!" You smiled with your teeth and he nodded.

You both went over to his house and did exactly what he said, watch a movie. Eventually, he'll end up solving one mystery: whether you look as beautiful as you did at the restaurant in morning or not.