Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Dirty Showers

Castiel:
A typical shower. The hot water was turned on and you had just washed your hair of shampoo. From behind you there was a low whooshing sound and the sound of soap clunking down.

You turn with wide eyes, covering yourself from the angel who stood with his clothes still on. You raise an eyebrow and drop your hands. "Cas, you do know you're supposed to be naked in the shower?" But he barely heard you, his eyes still new to seeing you bare. He soaked this glorious sight of you wet and naked in, before slipping off his trench coat and tossing it out. "Silly me." His voice is husky and lids heavy as he finishes undressing and grabs you tight.

Sam:
The shower is already started when you reach the bathroom, and you can see Sam's tall figure behind the curtains. You slip in in front of him and he smiles kindly at you. "Hey." He whispers. Your eyes travel over his naked body and you can't help but clench your thighs.

"We need to spice up our sex life, dontcha think?" You smirk and lean forward, dragging your fingertips over the valley of his abs. A low moan is heard at the back of his mouth and your palms pans out at his navel. "Yes I agree." He answers.

Dean:
"(Y/N)!" Deans voice echoes around the bunker and you accidentally drop the soap in the tub, letting the sound bounce away. Soon the door to the bathroom opens and you can tell its Dean. "Have you been hiding from me?" He sounds hurt and you sigh and tug a hand through your hair. "No. I've just been..." You sigh again and panic when you hear his belt clank to the floor.

Truth be told anytime you've looked at Dean these past couple of days you wanted him to take you to bed. You couldn't see him faking an FBI agent because he looked immaculate in his suit. You couldn't see him without a jacket. It was tantalizing.

Dean sweeps the curtain away and he steps in effortlessly, dodging the fallen soap and standing inches taller than you. He's smiling down with lighted eyes. "What's wrong with you?" He questions, grabbing a hip and pulling you closer. You smile faintly, loving the excitement his touch provided.

Crowley:
"What are you doing?!" You screech as the King of Hell sets his foot in the burning shower. His hands shot up in defense as you cower in the corner, covering as much as yourself as you can. Not that you and Crowley haven't been close- you just weren't that type to flaunt yourself around him. And this was totally unexpected.

"I just wanted to test the water, love." You frown. "It's fine." You say past clenched teeth. He chuckles and steps closer, the water gliding off his skin in all directions. Your eyes lower themselves to that area and you swallow hard. His sarcastic laughter interrupts you and your eyes dart back to his. "Your showing." He winks and you look down to see your right boob had made it past your arm. You look back at him with wide eyes and he's smirking. "Come here."

Gabriel:
Sex with Gabe is anything but simple. Kinky, yes. Rough, sometimes yes. You never expected to have shower sex with him but I guess that's what's happening. With the hot water trailing down his back and his eyelashes dotted with the water drops, the hot steam and his low grunts. You really had to consider this more often.

Balthazar:
Showers were your favorite. You'd go home after a long day and shower for twenty minutes. One night Balthazar was there, stark naked with a remote in his hand. Your eyebrows raised as you slipped in next to him.

"What's that?" You ask. He smirks and hits a button, the water temperature and pattern changing. Your lips part as the heat overwhelms you. "Oh." You barely breathe.