Supernatural Imagines

Mugged By A Mug (Misha)

🎶: 'Fix You' by Coldplay

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Misha groaned, holding his forehead and wincing. He opened his eyes slowly, unable to see clearly at first.

"W-Where..." His voice was hoarse so he cleared his throat, "Where am I?"

He was sitting in a car, driving along the night road and passing lightposts and the many trees swaying in the breeze.

But there was a woman next to him... and he didn't know who she was.

Misha started to grow anxious. He fidgeted with his hands, looking out of the window for some sort of sign to tell him where this car was and where was it headed.

"I'm so glad you're awake, I thought you died honestly!" She chuckled and Misha looked at her with horror. He didn't find anything humorous in that statement.

The woman noticed his fright and sighed, "You were on the ground in an empty alley. You were bleeding and unconscious. I thought I should take you to a hospital."

Misha looked forward then held his head, groaning loudly. The memories came flooding back. What had happened to him just an hour ago was horrifying.

Misha felt extremely uncomfortable.

"I-I need to go away from here. Stop the car," He requested and the woman gave him a questioning look. "What, why do-"

"Stop the car PLEASE," Misha commanded firmly. The woman pushed the breaks suddenly, jerking the car forward. Misha scrambled out of his seat and slammed the door shut.

He stood there feeling completely lost, literally and mentally. He held his head, completely stressed.

Misha ran ahead, the only thing that made sense to him. He took a turn into the woods but he soon discovered that it was the worst possible idea.

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"Hi, this is Misha Collins. Please leave a message, thanks!"

BEEP!

"Hey baby, I just wanted to know how you are. It's been two hours since you said you'd come home and I'm extremely worried. Please call me back..." You spoke into the phone and sighed, "I love you."

You ended the call and held the phone in your hands while all the worst possible ideas of what could have happened to your fiancè came into your head.

You decided that you'd go out to where Misha had gone, the local bar with some friends, in hopes that you'd track him down.

You got up and were about to walk to your bedroom to change when there were loud knocks on the main door.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

You hastened to the door and opened it a bit at first. When you saw who it was you immediately opened the door wide and held his hands.

It was Misha... and he was a mess.

"Oh my God, honey are you okay?" You asked as you helped him inside. He slung a hand around your shoulders for support and you wrapped an arm around his lower back.

You helped him to the couch in the living room and pulled his jacket off. He was drenched in water, most likely because of the rainy weather.