Supernatural Imagines and preferences

How You First Met

Dean:

You were the niece of the famous Bobby Singer. It was his birthday and you were over to celebrate it. While you and Bobby were chatting, catching up with each other there was a knock on the door. With a frown on his face Bobby got up to get the door and you stayed behind, studying the room in silence.

"Happy Birthday Bobby!" you heard a voice wish your uncle. Curiosity got the best of you and you got up to check the sound out.

"You morons remembered?" Bobby's voice held amusement.

"'Course we did!" another voice replied. You rounded the corner to come face to face with two men you had never seen before in your life.

"Who is this Bobby?" You asked, studying the men before you. One was tall, creepily tall, with long, brown hair while the other one the one who caught your eye. He was shorter than his companion and had short dirty blonde hair with the greenest eyes you had ever seen.

"Uh...(Y/N)! They were just leaving!" Bobby quickly replied, trying to shut the door. The shorter one smirked, stopping Bobby from closing the door.

"Hi, I'm Dean," he winked, openly checking you out, "and you are?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. 'Of course, a stuck-up, arrogant hunter,' you thought, turning back to your uncle.

"Who are they Bobby?" you inquired again. Bobby sighed, letting the door open.

"This is Dean and Sam Winchester," Bobby huffed, glaring at the boys, "And boys, this is (Y/N), my niece."

"Whoa! You have a niece Bobby?" Dean asked, staring at Bobby, surprised.

"Dean!" Sam hissed, glaring at his brother, "It's nice to meet you (Y/N)." 

"It's nice to meet you too," you smiled sweetly at him before winking at Dean, "But can't say the same about your brother." Bobby's lips twitched as he saw the smug smirk fall off Dean's lips. This was going to be one fun birthday, he could tell that.

Sam:

You were hosting the funeral of your uncle with your aunt. He had recently passed away in a freak accident leaving your aunt and you to support one another. 

"I'm very sorry for your loss," were the words you had been hearing all through the morning. They were making your ears ache. The house was swarming with friends and colleagues, all telling you this over and over again. You sighed for the hundredth time today and left to hide in the kitchen again. You wanted to be alone, to grieve in peace but these people won't go away.

The door-bell sounded again making you sigh. With a fake smile and politeness, you opened the door, only to be met by faces you had never seen before. Two men stood in suits before you, one was tall with long brown hair and deep hazel  eyes while his partner was shorter than him and had short dirty blonde hair. 

"How can I help you?" You politely asked, keeping the forced smile on. The taller one cleared his throat as they showed you their badges.

"We're FBI Agent Watson and Agent Fisher," the taller one, Agent Watson, replied, smiling politely back, "We need to ask you a few questions about (Y/U/N)." Nodding, you stepped aside to let the them in. 

"What is your relation with (Y/U/N)?" Agent Fisher asked as you led them to the living room. 

"I'm his niece," you replied, gesturing at them to sit.

"We're sorry for-" Agent Watson began but you cut him off.

"my loss? I know, I've heard," You slightly snapped at him before taking a deep breath, "I'm sorry I'm just having a long day."

"I understand," he smiled, nodding understandingly.

Castiel:

You were close friends with the Winchesters, as close as a sister. One day, they decided it was time for you to meet the angel that saved Dean from hell. You had heard a lot about Castiel and that's why you quickly agreed. 

The three of you were lounging in the bunker when you heard a light flutter of wings. You turned around to come face to face with the blue-est eyes you've ever seen.

"Cas!" Dean said, nodding at the man in the trench-coat. Cas nodded back, his eyes still glued to your face. 

"(Y/N) this is Castiel, Cas this is (Y/N)," Dean introduced. You politely smiled, extending your hand for him to shake. Cas looked at your extended hand before looking back at you. He tilted his head to the side, giving you an adorable confused look. You laughed, pulling your hand back.

"I think you've got competition on being the most adorable now, Sammy," you grinned, winking at Cas.