Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

"Get Some!" ~Kevin

*You celebrate New Year at The Roadhouse with all your friends when some unexpected things happen*

Exactly two more minutes until midnight. Until 2015. "Gabe sit your ass down!" I yell at the trickster as he tries to hit on Jo for the millionth time tonight. Seriously, can he not delay it until after midnight? I mean, I know she's attractive and he's a horny archangel, but gee. Just a few minutes.

For the past hour, I've been trying to organise this place so we can all count down together. To no avail so far. It wasn't even my damn idea to do this, yet I'm stuck with the duty.

I grab the black microphone placed in a bar stool and scream into it as hard as I can, making all the angels, demons and hunters wince. Finally got their attention. Forcefully, but I did.

"Everyone shut up for a moment! Gabe, give Jo and Meg a damn break for a minute. Luci and Cas, stop arguing for Chucks sake, nows not the time! Crowley, Dean and Sam stop being assholes to eachother. You have the rest of the year for that. Thank you Kevin, Ellen, Charlie, Ash and Bobby for not being utter slintheads. Now grab your drinks losers!" I glare at some and smile at others. My little speech seems to have quietened them down. Good, I was getting tired of them. Plus, we're nearing the time.

I hand the mic to Bobby who's supposed to be doing the countdown and walk towards the bar to grab my own drink of Jack Daniels. Maybe celebrating this occasion at The Roadhouse wasn't the best idea. Not to mention putting all sorts of creatures into one place at the same time.

"Alright ya idjits! 5!" Bobby starts talking into the microphone, signalling we're ready. I'm glad.

"4!" Everyone starts chanting along with Bobby, except Crowley. But that's to be expected. He wasn't too keen on coming here, but since we've been 'friends' for a while now he promised to come. Ive known him for longer than I've known the Winchesters for.

"3!" Wait. Isn't there something like a New Years kiss? Nah. Not this year. Again. Not that I'm too bothered by it.

"2!" Another year of being alone, might I add. Again, I'm not too bothered by this fact. Now it's just the alcohol.

"1!" 2015. We all cheer and take a shot of whatever drink we have in hand. The alcohol burns my throat, but I ignore it the best I can. But it does make me caugh I little.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Dean making out with Jo, Cas showing Meg what the pizza man taught him and Ellen hugging Bobby a bit too intimately for it to be a casual hug.

"Sucks, doesn't it?" Kevin smiles sadly and comes to stand beside me, looking at the scenery in front of us. Sort of what is to be expected out of drunk people. I'm kind of glad I'm not totally shit-faced though, I'll remember this and laugh at them all next time I see them.

"Yeah..." I trail off and look at the man's soft lips. Damn it, Kevin. Why am I even... What? Apparently I wasn't subtle enough, because next I know, he's looking deep into my eyes. Wait what? I'm so confused.

"Is it okay if I-" he starts uncertainly and I nod, excitement making every nerve in my body tingle. Maybe I'll regret this in the morning, but now it just feels right. His lips just look so inviting.

He slowly bends down and captures my chapped lips with his soft ones. His lips taste like whiskey and apple juice. A nice combination. The kiss itself is just a quick peck on the lips, but it's the best damn thing I've experienced. And I don't even care now. It's not the alcohol talking, that's what I know for sure now. Also the butterflies in my stomach make it pretty obvious.

"Awh! Not fair." I hear Gabe whine from behind me and I chuckle, ignoring the horny trickster. Not tonight Gabe. Not that anything ever happened between the two of us before. He stumbles a little before sitting on a stool.

I look into Kevin's deep, brown eyes and can't help but get captivated by them. They're so brigh and full of happiness and hope. Sure, me and Kevin have been close friends for about two years now, but only now do I feel a certain attraction towards him. Lust? Love? Those words are a bit too strong. A liking it is nevertheless.

"I... I think I like you, (Y/N)." He mutters as light colour seeping onto his confused looking face. His cheeks were already flushed, meaning he's out of it. Despite that, a cage full of butterflies seems to open up inside my stomach as a happy smile engraves itself onto my lips.

I pull his cute face down for another kiss, this one lasting a little bit longer. I don't know if it's the alcohol making me braver or not, but this just feels right. No. Not the alcohol.

"Get some!" Lucifer shouts at us two as he smirks devilishly, taking another shot of what I assume is whisky. He's standing up on the little stage, trying to figure out how to work the karaoke machine alongside Castiel. Now that's probably the weirdest thing I've ever seen.