Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

Angels ~Dean

*Singing a Fall Out Boy song turns out to be deadly*

I run the warm water over the dirty plate and take a quick look around the kitchen. Nobody here, as far as I can see. The door may be open, but I don't think anyone's in the bunker at all. Dean and Sam are hunting a wendigo and Cas is god-knows where. Well, I assume he does...

"I thought of angels, choking on their halos-" I sing loudly, off key, but get interrupted by a hitched breath. The black plate clatters into the sink as I spin around quickly, heart in my throat. A shocked laugh escapes my shaky lips as I see a shocked Castiel standing in the doorway of the large kitchen.

"You okay Cas? You startled me, damn it." I chuckle and turn around, going back to the dishes. Well, now I know what Cas's doing. Giving me a bloody heart attack.

"Never mind, (Y/N)." And with that, Castiel disappears. Weird. Why'd he show up anyway? Maybe he was looking for Dean. Or Sam. Most likely Dean though.

I put the clean plate into the black drying rack thingy Sam bought and walk out of the kitchen, heading straight for my room.

"I thought of angels, choking on their halos. Get them drunk on rose water. See how dirty I can get them, pulling out their fragile teeth, and clip their tiny wings."

I sing lightly, closing the door to my room. I love Fall Out Boy, man. They're just so good!

And as I suspected, nobody's here to tease me about my singing. The two Winchesters are out on a hunt and I'm stuck here becaus it's the 'better option'. My ass. Dean knows fine well that I can handle myself and I'm capable of hunting. We've been together for about two years, damn it. He's such a child sometimes.

I plug my phone into the black docking station and press shuffle. It's on a bit too loud, but who cares. We have no neighbours and the two brothers aren't here to complain. The sound of 'Therapy' but All Time Low lulls me to sleep.

~Time Lapse 4 hours~

I wake up to bright light shining at my eyes and groan. What the... I move to shield my eyes from the piercing light but my hands won't move. Neither will my feet, for that matter. I've been... Demons. No, the bunker's demon-proofed. Angels? Maybe.

I look around the small room, squinting my eyes. I'm in the bunkers 'dungeon', as Dean likes to call it. Maybe they're already home? I'm about to make a stupid mistake people in horror movies make.

"Dean! Sam! Help me! Cas!" I yell at the top of my lungs. I know that if I was to get kidnaped, it'd be better if I was quiet and didn't let my kidnappers know I'm conscious. Then scout my surroundings and get out. But this is different. Sam and Dean should be home by now. Wait. What's the time? Just peachy.

"(Y/N). You're awake. You've got some shit to explain." Dean barks as he opens the 'door'. What the hell is he talking about? I glare at him and try to get out of the cuffs. All to no avail. So it's not demons or Angels. Why's he doing this?

"You know I'm up for kinky stuff and role play, but what is this?!" I bellow, glaring at him more. As if that was possible. But honestly. He's scaring me...

"Don't play dumb. Cas told us about what you plan on doing. Pulling out angels teeth? Choking them on their 'halos'?! What the hell! I don't think that's even possible." He stomps towards me, stopping mere inches from my face with a hard glare in his eyes. But deep down, there's a tremendous amount of hurt.

Is this it? Is this the reason I'm handcuffed in the dungeon? Oh my... I burst into a wild for of laughter, causing Dean to glare at me. He thinks I... Oh my god! It takes a few seconds for me to calm down, and when I do, I explain this bizarre situation.

"I was singing a song. A Fall Out Boy song, Dean. Cas must have thought that I... Anyway, get these off or no sex for a month." At first, his face is confused, which quickly turns to fright. Treatening with sex always works on him. He takes out the small key from his back pocket and hurriedly unlocks the cuffs.

I smirk, standing up and walking past him. I take the silver pair of binders with me. "Up for this, big boy?" I ask seductively, spinning the cuffs around my index finger. He won't refuse. He likes sex too much for that.

His eyes momentarily fill with lust as he takes a step forward, causing me to back away. "Come get me then" I whisper with amusement before running for my dear life. But to my disadvantage, my legs are half dead from sitting like that, and he's way too fast. He catches me just before I enter our room.