Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

-.-Secret Talents-.-

Dean-

Your secret talent is that you can sing, really well. You wanted to hide it because you always got nervous at the thought of singing for other people, it made you self-conscious.

One day, though, you were alone in the bunker. You decided to sing in the shower, letting your heart out and pushing out of your limits.

You didn't hear the door open and close nor the footsteps walking, and pausing outside the bathroom doorway.

Next thing you knew the door opened and you let out a scream, trying to cover yourself up while meeting the gaze of your awestruck boyfriend.

"You can sing?"

Sam-

You're writer. A pretty good one too.

While you are alone, you just write about your adventures with Sam and Dean. You also write fantasy books, something that you would publish if you weren't a hunter.

Your notebooks would be full of tales and adventures, you had work that made words form pictures in your imagination.

Once, Sam wandered into your room and saw one of your books on your bed. Curious, he picked it up. Amazed, he read all of it, it was so good!

You walked up to your room and let out a squeak upon seeing Sam reading one of your tales.

"Y/n, did you write this?"

"Yes-" you stuttered, blushing.

"It's amazing!"

Castiel-

Archery.

As a hunter, you always used guns and knives, never really bows. You would excuse yourself to daily walks and challenge yourself to new courses through the woods, enjoying the satisfactory whoosh of the arrow.

You even started carving targets and shapes of men into trees and tried to make the most complex shots.

You were shooting one day, and Cas just happened to pop in right in front of your targets right as you released.

Your arrow sailed through the air and hit Cas right in the heart.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Cas!" you shrieked, racing to your angel.

"I'm okay," he sighed, pulling the arrow out and healing himself. "I didn't know you used a bow."

You blushed and shrugged.

"You are quite good."

Gabriel-

You are an artist. You love using paints or creating charcoal sketches. You prefer doing landscapes with the paints, and you do people with pencil.

In your room, you have pictures hanging everywhere. You drew your brothers, Sam and Dean. As well as Castiel, Bobby, and your boyfriend, Gabriel. You have sketches of the creatures you ganked and paintings of all the places you've been. Nobody was allowed in your room, so no one has ever seen your work.

You weren't expecting it when your boyfriend popped in one day.

"Hello!" he sing-songed, you jumped.

"Gabe!" He ignored you and started wandering around your room. "Just let yourself in," you muttered.

"Who drew all of these?" He stopped at the one of himself. "My, I look handsome."

"I did," you whispered, feeling shy.

"Dang girl, you got talent."

Crowley-

Dancing, you love dancing. As a kid, you took a few classes over the year and a few gymnastic courses, always the best in your class.

You had music playing and you couldn't help but swing your hips a bit and loose yourself to the beat. Nobody was home at the moment, or so you thought...

"Wow." Came a voice when the song ended. You froze. "I have never seen a more graceful dancer than you." You felt the heat rise to your cheeks.

The music changed and Crowley grabbed your hand and pulled you to him.

"I've been waiting for the perfect partner."

Charlie-

Full on gamer. No words needed to explain but, every video game you have played, you rocked. You two were pretending to be video game reporters and immediately gained access to a local GameStop.

Charlie decided that playing Halo Reach would be fun, she decided to duel you before moving on to shooting aliens.

That didn't turn out so well. You won, no challenge.

"Fine, fine. Lets see how well you do on Destiny." She plugged that game in for you and you crushed the level you were on.

"Skyrim?"

"Call of Duty?"

Charlie looked amazed, though she was practically dying to figure out on game you weren't so good at.

"Mario Kart?" she asked, exasperated.

"Game on," you grinned.

You probably know how that turned out...

(You won by a landslide)

Lucifer-

You're an extreme athlete. There's no race you can't win or hoop you can't shoot.

Lucifer never knew of your talents until he went to one of your Olympic tryout. He was skeptical about most human sports. What was the point of running in a circle? He could run a mile in less than a second, but humans... Nevertheless, he was still excited to see what you could do.

"Runners, on your mark! Get set!" the starter shouted, the pistol was raised above his head, then it fired. The crowd cheered as the 1600m runners started the race. 

Lucifer immediately saw you. Unlike others, you started off at a sprint. You pulled into the first lane and rounded the first corner. By the end of the first lap you had a nice lead. The second lap, you kept the same pace, going as fast as it seemed you could.

"She's going to tire herself out too quickly!" an man sitting next to Lucifer exclaimed. 

"She could collapse! I've never seen anybody push themselves that hard at the beginning."

Lucifer frowned and watched you anxiously. By your third lap you were catching up to the person in last place.

"I wonder if she's using drugs," someone muttered.

"She can't be," an other responded, "they do checks at the beginning and the end of each race."

At your last lap, somehow you managed to go faster. You were like a breeze of wind going through the finish line. Lucifer smiled and walked down from the stands to the track.

"Amazing," he murmured, letting you fall into his arms. 

You chuckled, "I didn't think you would be impressed."

"Of course I am impressed. You've got talent."