Imagines for:
* Sam Winchester
* Dean Winchester
* Castiel
* Jared Padalecki
* Jensen Ackles
* Misha Collins
Some for:
* John Winchester
* Crowley
* Richard Speight Jr
* Mark Sheppard
* Destiel
-- 16/12...
You scrolled through your Twitter feed, finding a post from someone you know really well, your husband.
You smiled and retweeted with the text:
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"Dada?" You turned to look at the baby who stood in front of you, by your knee. "Dada!" She smiled while looking at the profile picture of her father. Your daughter is extremely observant. She hasn't seen her father in person for months.
"Yes! That's daddy!" You told your 7 month old daughter. She took the phone from you, staring at the picture then getting distracted by the colourful screen and icons on it. You took it away from her before she had a chance to put it in her mouth.
She was in the process of learning how to walk. She's able to if she has something to hold on to, like a piece of furniture or some person. Till now your daughter can crawl very well.
You walked to the kitchen, refreshing your cup of tea. Your daughter followed you, holding her drinking cup up to you. You took it from her and filled it up with apple juice. As soon as you gave it back to her, she drank big sips. You smiled and walked back to the couch.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
You grinned, jogging to the door. You unlocked it and opened it, hugging the person who stood there as soon as you saw them.
"Hi! Welcome home!" You greeted and he hugged you tighter. You pulled away, helping him wheel in his trolley bag. You shut the door and locked it.
"Now we can meet each other properly," Misha smirked and held you by your waist, pulling you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. You pulled away, kissing him on the lips. You were going break away, but he had a different idea.
He held you tighter, kissing you passionately and forcefully. You gripped his shirt as you both moved in-sync.
"Where did that come from?" You said, placing your hands on his chest. "I-I missed you... A lot," He looked down and you smiled. You kissed him on the cheek.
The sound of tiny feet and hands on the floor came from behind you. "Dada Dada!" Your daughter said as she crawled towards you both and sat at Misha's feet. She pulled on his pants, indicating that she wanted to be picked up.
"Hey sweetheart! How are you doing?" Misha held her in his arms and kissed her cheek. She giggled a bit and hugged her daddy's neck.
*****
You set the table up with dinner you had prepared for the family: fish and chips. You prepared a plate for Misha and yourself and gave your daughter some mash potatoes you had prepared earlier.
