Supernatural Preferences, One Shots, and Imagines

Fighting

Dean-

You all had just gotten back from a hunt and walked into the bunker.  Dean was yelling at you because you managed to get shot by a sharpshooter with poor aim.  He was scolding you for not paying better attention.

"You could've died, Y/N," Dean shouted at the top of his lungs.

"You always have a risk of dying, Dean, and I still let you go on hunts alone most of the time."

You were really tired of him constantly berating you to get the job done, and done right.  You knew he was worried, but it wasn't a fatal shot, and you were still walking perfectly fine.

"I'm sorry that you were stupid enough to get shot," he muttered under his breath.

You stared at him in shock and noticed Castiel and Sam trying to avoid the argument, though Castiel was doing a pretty terrible job of it.

"Well, Dean.  You were the idiot who let me come," you yelled as you made your way to your room, locking the door.

You sat on your bed, trying to use anything to take your mind off of what the help had just happened, and you were failing miserably.

Suddenly, you hear a flapping of wings and turn to see Castiel standing there, a sympathetic look dancing in his eyes.

"What do you want, Cas," you asked through your tears.

Instead of answering, he pulled you into a much needed embrace.

"This is what humans do for comfort, right," he asked.

You laughed and responded, "Yeah."

Sam-

"Really, Y/N," Sam yelled.  You had sneaked out of the bunker and went on a hunt... alone.  The moment Sam found out what you did, he was infuriated.  He warned you not to go out on your own, and you didn't listen.

"At least I ganked the son of a bitch," you yelled back.  "I wasn't going to let more people killed just because you wanted to make sure that I was safe.  I can take care of myself, and I care more about other people's safety more than I care about mine."

"You could have died, Y/N," Sam continued.  "Don't pretend that being a hunter means you're strong, because it doesn't.  You need to consider what you might be leaving behind.  What about your family?"

You froze.  You had lied to Sam about your family still being alive because you hated the pity that came with the truth.  Finally, you decided to admit it.  You hollered back, saying, "My family won't worry about me.  They're DEAD!"

You stormed to your room; the only place in the bunker where you felt safe and secure.  That's when you lost it.

Castiel-

You didn't fight with Castiel very often, but when you dod, he usually let you vent out your feelings, then he'd come and embrace you in a hug, apologizing for whatever he did.  This time though, he fought back.

"I don't need your help, Y/N," Castiel yelled.

"You don't need my help?  Without me, you wouldn't understand half the things you do now."

"Guys," Sam tried.

"Shut up Sam," you and Castiel chorused.

You were arguing in the motel room you rented while hunting this demon.  He nearly got killed, and you were scolding him for not paying attention, then, he used his powers and threw you against the wall.

"What the help, Cas," Sam and Dean chorused.

He started towards you to apologize, but you yelled, "Get away, Castiel!"

He gave you a hurt look, and knew you were mad when you said his full name.  He then vanished.