Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

It Snows

Dean:
"Dean Winchester!" You shout, hitting his chest to wake him up. His green eyes open up to you and he can't help but smile groggily at your beautiful face. You grin down at him, eyes full of excitement. "What's up babe?" He says, managing to sit up. You only take a second to admire his naked chest before grabbing your boots next to the bed and tugging them on, explaining the current weather.

"It's snowing?!" Dean says surprised, peeking through the shutters of his window to double check. Sure enough light fluffy specks were floating lazily onto the already white cement. You pull him from the bed, tossing him warm sweaters and beanies and gloves. You don't wait for him to finish dressing before you run outside.

"This is amazing!" You scream, turning round and round in the cold before being tackled into the mush. You laugh up at Dean, seeing his perfect smile.

Sam:
You hated the cold. Sam had spotted the early snow before you woke up and knowing this about you, he found blankets upon blankets and threw them onto the bed. Next was your normal coffee and some eggs he managed to scramble. He then put on a couple movies in his laptop before moving in besides you and cuddling you until you wake up.

Castiel:
Of course he was confused. Wasn't he always? But the picture of him with a beanie on standing in the middle of a snow covered clearing in the forest made him even more adorable than usual.

"Cas, dance with me!" You say, swooping to his side and picking up his hand to place it on your hip. He complied but refused to dance. "There's no music and I don't remember hearing that people dance in the snow, (Y/N)." You shake your head at him, laughing. "Please?" You ask again, taking a step back. After another minute of questioning, he finally follows your movements.

Crowley:
You were late for your sibling's game and were rushing around to get ready on time. When you open the garage you see at least a foot of snow covering the driveway and you silently cry because you have to shovel your way through.

"Crowley, I'm going to be late." You say down the phone. In the background you can hear a whistle and you sigh heavily. "Well you already are." He replies. You let out an exasperated sigh and reach for your gloves. "Why will you be late?" "My driveway is full of snow." You say harshly. "No worries, I'll send a couple demons to help you."

Sure enough in under five minutes a car pulls up and out comes five to seven black eyed men already with shovels. They say hellos to you before taking over shoveling the rest of your driveway. You're out in under twenty minutes and thankfully arrive only five minutes after the game started.

Gabriel:
"(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)!" You wake up to the familiar voice of your angel, and slowly peek your head from under the covers. The cold hits you hard and you cringe back but it's too late. Gabe has spotted you and now the covers are thrown from you. "Gabe," You whine, blindly reaching for the comforter. "Get your pretty lazy ass up! It's snowing and we're having a snow ball fight!"

When he's gone you open your eyes and slowly get out of bed. Snow excited you and it would be even better with Gabe. After you're fully dressed for the cold, you exit the small apartment you have and look around. There's nothing but a white landscape all around you. "Gabriel I swear-!" You're cut off by a powerful hit and you turn to see him there without a shirt on, holding another snow ball. You raise a brow.

"Why are you shirtless? It's freezing."

"It's a distraction, duh." He says back, sending the snowball directly for your chest. It hits you perfectly and you let out a mangled battle cry, scooping up your own snow and running for him.

Balthazar:
"Hey babe." You say as you trot into the kitchen. He's there cooking and the sun is shining outside. Your brows crinkle. "Uh, wasn't it snowing outside like, 3 minutes ago?" You question, pointing to the now sunny outdoors.

Balthazar shrugs and hands you your plate before slumping against the counter. You don't make a move until he answers you. After a minute of glaring him down he finally sighs and throws his hands up. "Fine! I don't like snow so I took you to Australia." Your eyes go wide. "Australia?!" He winces at your tone but you're soon chucking your food down the trash and pulling your heavy sweater over your head.

"Hell yeah, I always wanted to go here." You grab his hand and head outside, not knowing where to go but completely forgetting about the snow back home.

Lucifer:
You wake up to a soft kiss against your neck. Immediately you smile, your eyes opening to reveal his face. But then it's too cold and you duck farther into the sheets. His brows wrinkle and he tilts his head to the side.

"What's wrong?"

"It's cold." You reply, obvious rejection to the weather. He smiles like he's planned it and wraps his arms around you. "I know. Let's heat you up." He says lowly, swinging you on top of him so your legs are on either side. The cold whips at your soft skin but you already feel Lucifer's excitement beneath you.