Supernatural Preferences

Meeting Them

Dean- You were working in the Roadhouse, watching as another man tried to hit on Jo. Pathetic. Just as you were about to go back to scrubbing tables, you saw Jo beckon for you to come over. As you drew closer you realised that they were acting more like old friends than a flirtatious pair.

"(Y/n), this is Dean Winchester, Dean this is (y/n)." She introduced.

"Winchester, huh?" You say shaking his hand. You had heard all about them from other hunters and from Ellen and Jo.

"That's right. I'm the sexiest, bravest, smartest and altogether the best Winchester there is." He grinned.

"I'm sure." You say sarcastically, drawing your hand away. Cocky hunters were never your favourite. As you went to walk away again, you felt someone grab your arm. Turning around, you see Dean standing right behind you, his face close to yours.

"Look, I'm not good at talking to women who - Well - who aren't easy."

"Are you calling Jo easy?" You spat. He ignored it.

"What I'm trying to say is, you are very attractive and Jo has told me all about you. Would you at least give me a second chance? Maybe over dinner sometime?" You stare into his - holy Mother, they're beautiful - green eyes and smiled coyly.

"I finish tomorrow at 8. Pick me up here." You walk behind the bar and start pouring drinks. Just as Dean is about to walk out the door you call: "It really was an honour Winchester."

Sam-  It was in a used bookstore you met Sam Winchester. You went there to get some peace and quiet, reading a book whilst curled up on the floor. No one minded, you always bought the book afterwards and were never in the way of other people.

But one day a tall man with long brown hair came in and bought another copy of the book you were reading. As he left he flashed you a small smile and waved. He came in everyday after that, always buying the same book as you and always waving goodbye to you.

At the end of the week, you were waiting eagerly for this man to come back, but no one came. Feeling a little embarrassed, you bought the book you were reading and went to leave.

"Wait!" Someone's voice called from up the street. You saw the man sprinting towards the shop and stopping in front of you, panting. "Sorry I'm late, had to run all the way here."

"I'm sorry?" You asked, laughing a little.

"Sam. Could I buy you a coffee?"

"Erm, sure. I'm (y/n)."

"Nice to meet you (y/n). We can discuss the books we've been reading over a coffee."

Cas- You were hunting a werewolf in the woods that night. It was stupid of you to go alone but the Winchesters were busy. Gun at the ready, you stalked through the forest, trying to find the wolf you had just lost sight of. A twig snapped behind you and you whirl around, pointing your gun at the threat.

"Don't shoot!" A deep voice said. A man in a tan trenchcoat was standing a few feet behind you, his hands up to show you he wasn't carrying any weapons. "I won't hurt you."

"Who are you?" You demand, not lowering the gun.

"Castiel. Sam and Dean sent me to keep an eye on you at home but then you left. I followed you here." You groan and put the gun away.

"Why did they ask you to watch me?"

"They knew you wanted to hunt but didn't want you to get hurt."

Rolling your eyes you walk away from Castiel. "Well you can tell them that I'm fine and I don't need anyone's help."

Castiel didn't follow you, he just watched you disappear into the shadows alone. A little while on, you hear the werewolf running in front of you. You take chase and end up at the edge of a cliff. Pointing your gun at it you go to shoot, but it rams into you, knocking you to the ground and sending your gun falling down the abyss. Grappling with the half-human half-monster on top of you, you manage to grab your silver knife from its sheath and stab it in the side. It roars in pain and tries to throw you off the cliff but you snatch its arm and it tumbles down with you. Just as you start falling, you grab onto a loose branch sticking out of the precipice.