Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

My Chemical what? ~Castiel

*Sam and Dean throw a dance party to cheer you up*

"Stop pacing." Dean calls from the worn sofa, shooting me a glare. I stop my walking and point at his face with my index finger. "Shut your pie-hole, squirrel." I growl and start pacing around the small room again.

What if he's injured? Held captive? Or worse, dead? Castiel's known to dissapear for months at a time without a word, but he's not responding to any our now pointless prayers. While we're not in a relationship, I still care for him. Maybe a little too much for my own good. But falling in love ain't something you choose, is it? It just hits you in the face like a brick. Or a shovel. Sometimes both.

"Dean's right, (Y/N). He'll come back. He always does." Sam says calmly with reason and stands up from the old sofa, giving Dean a reason to give me the 'told you so' look. Man, how I hate that look...

"But Sam, it's been five months now!" I exclaim as he puts his arm around my stiff shoulders. He's a giant moose compare to me. Of course I know that Cas is a more than capable angel, but I still worry. It's something I naturally do.

"I need a distraction..." I mutter against Sams chest. He's wearing plaid, as per usual and smells of pizza. Probably because of our marathon of 'The Walking Dead'. That was organised to distract me from Cas as well. Worked for about a day or two. But he doesn't usually smell of unhealthy foods like Dean.

"We could have a marathon of Sherlo-" Sam lets go and starts to suggest another marathon, but I'm quick to decline that idea. "As much as I love 'Sherlock', I need to move around a bit. And I'm not going to a bar to get drunk. Not again." I mutter and throw my phone at the groaning Dean.

Not tonight, bitch. Last time we went, he found some chick and left after about twenty minutes, leaving me alone with the drunk puppy-moose. Not so keen on that happening again... Yes, Sam is a funny drunk, but dragging him to the bunker and getting him to his bed isn't worth it.

Sam seems to be in deep thought. Probably trying to think of something to do. "What was that for!" Dean groans again as the phone hits his face screen first. I was hoping for the phone to hit his 'model' nose and break it... "What band do you listen to the most?" Sam asks suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at me. What's he up to? Dean comes to stand beside me, making a silly face before handing my phone back.

"I listen to My Chemical Romance a lot. Why...?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. I doubt Sam would want to know that, but I can see the wheels turning in his head. Sampunzell walks over to the small docking station that's positioned in the corner of the little living room and plugs his phone into it. What is he doing?

"Any preferable song?" He asks, his eyes not leaving the tiny screen. Oh. I see what he's doing here. Trying to cheer me up. So maybe 'Welcome to the Black Parade' wouldn't be the most 'cheerful' song since it almost makes me cry...

"My Chemical what?" Dean asks, confusion written all over his face. Of course he wouldn't know the band if he was to see them...

"Put 'Na Na Na' on." I call to Sam and his fingers immediately start typing. About three seconds later, the glorious music fills the quiet room. Sam then moves to push the sofa out of the way leaving a space in the middle of the living room.

"A d-dance party?" Dean stutters, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. To be honest, this may be just exactly what I need. I probably wouldn't have been able to think of it myself.

"Yeah. A dance party. You said you needed to move around." Sam grins and starts to make awkward moves which I assume is the way he dances. His brother gives him a sceptical look, but starts dancing nonetheless. Dean... Dean looks like he could be a damn striper if he wanted to.

I bark out a laugh and join them, probably looking even more weird than Sam. But whatever. At least I'm having fun for the first time in forever. "Although I wish Cas was here..." I mutter under my breath quietly. That would be great. Suddenly, the music gets interrupted by a flap of wings.