Supernatural Preferences, One Shots, and Imagines

He finds your journal

Dean-

You could hear snickering coming from the opposite side of the room, and, to find out what it was, you turned over and saw Dean reading something.

As you realized what he was reading, you sprang up out of bed and tried to get it, but, him being nearly a foot taller, he stood up and held it above his head so you couldn't reach.

"Dean," you complained. "Give it back!"

Even when you jumped you couldn't reach it.

"What are you too doing," Sam asked groggily.  He saw what you were doing, shook his head, and went back to bed.

"You had a crush on a boy," Dean started.

"Dean!  Shut up!"

He laughed as he continued to read your entries, and finally put the journal down.

"You make me smile like the sun," he started sing your favourite song. "Fall out of bed, sing like a bird, dizzy in my head, spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night."

"You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe, shine like gold, Buzz like a bee.  Just the thought of you can drive me wild.  Oh, you make me smile."

Sam-

You were searching your room for your journal.  You swear you left it under the bed, but it wasn't there.

Sam came into the room, clearing his throat.  "Looking for this," he asked, holding up your journal.

"Give me that," you demanded, failing to reach it because he was holding it just out of your reach.

"So," he started with a smile on his face.  "Who's Mack?"

Your eyes widened as you asked, "You didn't."

"Oh, Y/N.  I did.  Your journal entries are hysterical.  Some are sad, but mainly hysterical."

You smacked his arm as you said, "You son of a bitch."

"You make me smile like the sun," he chuckled.

"That's it," you exclaimed as you chased him around the bunker.

Castiel-

"What are you reading Cas," you questioned.

"Your journal.  I didn't know crackers had relatives?"

"Uncle Cracker is a musical artist, Cas."

You laughed knowing he wouldn't understand a thing he was reading.