Supernatural Preferences

First Dates

Dean- Dean was leaning on the hood of his black Impala to pick you up. You waved goodbye to Ellen and Jo and met him outside.
"Hey, gorgeous." He said, opening the passenger door for you.
"Hey yourself, I was beginning to wonder whether you were going to show up or not." You joke.
"I'm only six minutes late." He protested as he started up the car.
"And that reflects poorly on your overall mark."
"I'm being evaluated now?" He asks with a grin.
"Yep. I'll give you a mark out of ten at the end of the night." Dean laughed as you pulled up to a restaurant.
"M'lady." He says as he opens the car door for you before you have a chance.
"Such a gentleman." You say sarcastically. A waiter shows you to your table and pours you some wine. After a delicious meal with an even more delicious man, you say you're ready to go home.
"I'll drive you home then." Dean says. The bill is handed to you but Dean wrestles it off of you.
"I'm the gentleman, I'm paying." He argues.
"You drove here and you're driving me back, I need to repay you." You respond. But Dean hands the waiter a wad of cash quickly and pushes you out so you can't protest. He drives you home, listening to your stories and laughing at all your crappy jokes. You pull up to your apartment and sit in silence for a moment.
"This has been fun, Dean."
"Maybe I could come up for... coffee?" He suggested, suddenly extremely shy.
"Another time." You answer, getting out of the car and closing the door behind you. As you walk away you hear the Impala's window being rolled down.
"(Y/n), wait!" Dean calls.
"Yes Dean?"
"What was my overall score?" You smile and walk inside the building.
"Ten out of ten."

Sam- You walk with Sam to the cafe as you discuss all of the books you've read over the last week.
"Jane Eyre?"
"A little slow at first but a great book once you get into it." You reply.
"I still think If I Stay is my favourite." Sam said. You smile and poke him in the ribs.
"You big softy."
"That's me." He grins, ordering two lattes and sitting at the table in the far corner.
"So tell me something about yourself, Sammy." You gently order. He shrugs.
"Normally I live alone with my older brother, Dean, but we occasionally get guests. We work a lot which means we're constantly travelling, it can be fun but at times it's... difficult." He tells you.
"What is it that you do?" You ask.
"Family business." Sam answers vaguely, clearly not wanting to talk about it.
"And your brother, he's a good man?"
"He is insane." He replies with a smirk. "Total psycho slash sociopath." Sam winks at you. "You and him would get along."
"Is that an invitation to meet him?" You say half-jokingly.
"Next time, for certain." He replies. Sam stands up to leave.
"So you're certain there's going to be a next time?" He smiles at you and hugs you goodbye. As his face is near your ear he whispers,
"Positive."

Cas- "Hello (y/n)." You hear behind you. You jump off of your bed, grab your gun and point it at the intruder. "How many times will you try to shoot me?" Castiel asked.
"Cas? Why the hell are you in my room?" You sigh, throwing your weapon to the side.
"Dean told me to be spontaneous. He said it was more romantic." He replied awkwardly.
"Of course he did." You groan, sitting back down and putting your head in your hands.
"(Y/n)? Do you need me to heal you?" He asked worriedly, rushing over to you.
"No, I'm not hurt. Just confused." You reassure him. "Remind me again why you're here?"
"I'm here to pick you up. We're going to the movies." He smiled at you expectantly and patiently.
"Right, okay. What movie are we watching then?" You query.
"Warm Bodies." He replies, seeming pleased with his answer.
You offer to drive and Cas reluctantly agrees. Taking your seats at the back of the theatre, you watch the movie start. Suddenly, you hear an inhuman moan coming from your left. You see Cas stretching his arms out and wrapping one around your shoulders.
"Um, Cas? What was that?" You asked, grinning at his puppy-like face distorted into a fake yawn.
"Dean taught it to me. He called it a 'move'." Cas explained. You burst out laughing, receiving angry frowns from neighbouring viewers.
"I need to talk to Dean about women at some point." You mutter. As the movie continued you noticed that Cas wasn't watching the screen. Instead, he was watching your reactions to it. His eyes lit up every time you laughed and furrowed his eyebrows whenever you flinched from a jumpscare. At the end of the movie you asked him what he thought of it, knowing he hadn't been paying attention.
"It was the most amazing thing I have seen for a very long time." Was his reply.

Lucifer- You were certain that you had just imagined your encounter with the devil himself before he turned up at your door with flowers.
"I think I may have scared you last time. I would like to make it up to you." Naturally, you slammed the door in his face. You rubbed your eyes and turned around to walk away, but screamed in surprise when you were stopped by him.
"How did you get in?" You ask, dumbfounded.
"The same way I got you to work last week." He answered. "For you." He thrust the bouquet under your nose before you could ask any other questions. The rose petals were completely black, a colour you were sure flowers couldn't be naturally. "How about we do lunch?" Lucifer suggested, holding out his hand for you to take it.
"You're crazy if you think I'm going with you." You retort.
"I prefer the word 'ambitious'." He grins. Snatching your hand he holds you close, making you drop the roses in surprise. The next thing you know, you're standing on a Caribbean beach in Lucifer's arms.
"You need to stop doing that." You snap, but are too stunned to push him away just yet. He rests his chin on the top of your head and you feel him smile.
"You need to stop resisting me." He replies. He holds your shoulders and spins you around so your facing the vast blue ocean. You don't speak for a while, but you remain in his arms for the whole time. You don't know why but you like it.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" You say. He chuckles.
"I prefer the other view."
"Which one is that?" You ask. He twirls you around again, cupping your face with his hands and staring deep into your eyes.
"This one."

Crowley- "You again?" You groan as the strange man from the bar grins at you from across the picnic table. "Didn't I make it clear that I'm not interested?"
"Crystal, darling." He replies. "But I'm only here for lunch."
"Fine. But no pick up lines, no flirting and absolutely no mentioning my soul." You snap.
"Not a problem, princess." He responded with a wink. "Care for a drink?" He asked, holding up a picnic basket full of flasks and bottles.
"Sure, why not?" You say, taking a beer. "Thanks."
"Think of it as a peace offering, my dear."
"I didn't realise we were at war." You joke.
"Well I have been involved in many wars and I can assure you that this is different." The man remarked.
"How is it different?" You asked.
"Because this time both sides want the same thing." He replied. He leant forward over the table.
"Oh yeah?" You say, meeting him in the middle, your faces almost touching. "What's that?"
"Each other." He said. With that he stood up, brushed himself off and prepared to leave. "The name's Crowley by the way. I think we'll be seeing a lot of one another." And then he walked off, leaving you to wonder who this mystery man was.

Gabriel- It was on a hunting trip that you ran into the sweet-licking man again.
"We meet again, hot lady from the sweet shop." He declared, placing his hands on his hips.
"Oh that's just perfect." You groan, facepalming. "Look, if you want to stay with me that's fine, just don't get in my way."
"No promises, sweetheart. And call me Gabriel." He winked at you. "What'cha hunting then?"
"Spirit. Just need to salt and burn the bones and then I'll be done." You reply as you walk into the cemetery.
"Awesome. Want to roast marshmallows over the burning corpse?" He asked casually.
"You're insane." You retort, but you were grinning. "What're you doing here anyway?"
"Looking for you of course, sugar." He said, flashing you a smile.
"In a graveyard? How romantic."
"Yeah, fear really turns me on."
"Stop I'm swooning." You said sarcastically. He grinned at you.
You reached the grave and dug it up, throwing salt, gasoline and a match onto it, watching it go up in flames.
"Great, what now?" Gabriel clapped and rubbed his hands together.
"Now," you say. "We grab a bite to eat."
"Fantastic! I was going to ask you out anyway."
"Nice, you choose the place. I'll drive."
"How about-"
"No sweetshops." You interrupt.
"Aw."