Supernatural Preferences

First Kiss

Dean- He had just come home to the bunker after a hunt. You were lying in bed pretending to be asleep, Dean would be mortified if he thought he had kept you up, when he walked past your bedroom. He backtracked and peeked his head in, seeing you wrapped up in covers. He chuckled to himself and tiptoed to the side of your bed, watching you. Slowly, he brought his lips to yours, trying to be as gentle as possible, still thinking you were asleep. Your eyes flew open as he kissed you and you flung your arms around him, startling him.

"Jesus Christ! You're supposed to be asleep." He scolded, his face red as he fled your bedroom. You giggled and settled down again, finally drifting off.

"Worth it." You mumble before falling asleep.

Sam- You were studying for an exam you had the next morning when you broke down in tears. Sam looked up from his book and rushed to your side.

"(Y/n)? What's wrong?" He asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kneeling so he was at your level.

"It's too stressful, I can't focus." You sob, rubbing your eyes with embarrassment. You looked up at him and pouted. "I'm going to fail."

"Oh, Titch, no you're not." He said, letting out a small laugh. "And do you know why?"

"Because you're going to take the test for me?" You ask hopefully. He smiled.

"No, because you are the smartest person I know."

"Besides you, obviously." You grin. He laughed.

"Okay, besides me." He paused for a moment, leaning towards you slowly. "But you are the most talented, the most determined and the most dedicated person I know. The second smartest I know too." He had moved closer with every compliment until he was a hair's width away. You closed your eyes and let him kiss you sweetly before sitting down with you and helping you study.

Cas- Cas still didn't know much about relationships so he'd constantly ask Dean what he should do next (usually leading to you slapping Dean as he laughs). One day, you were cleaning your knives when Cas made you jump by materialising behind you. It went against all of your hunter instincts not to pull out a gun on him for possibly the hundredth time.

"Puppy! What a nice surprise. What are you doing here?" You ask, pulling him in for a quick hug.

"I came to see you. I've been talking to Dean-"

"Oh no." You sigh.

"Don't worry, he gave me some good tips." Cas assured, eagerness in his shining blue eyes.

You groan softly and smile impatiently at him. "What tips did you learn?"

"I believe the term Dean used was 'tonsil tennis', but how the action links to the sport I shall never know." Cas answered, looking adorably puzzled.

"Erm, Cas?" You say, attempting to restrain your giggles. "How did Dean teach you how to do that?"

"He demonstrated on one of his dolls." Cas replied innocently. You almost cut yourself on the knife you were cleaning.

"(Y/n)? Are you laughing or are you possessed?" He worryingly asked.

"Laughing. So these are techniques you want to try on me?"

"Yes." He answered with all certainty. "I'm sure you're more responsive than a doll too, the poor thing never appeared to truly enjoy it. I'm not sure if it's because of Dean's kissing ability or- mmph!"

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his. He started kissing you back, snaking his arms around your waist and the back of your neck. You opened your mouth slightly and he got the message. Gently, his tongue made its way into your mouth and he started kissing you with more urgency.

Eventually, you both pulled away. Cas looked hopeful and a little pleased with himself when he saw your flushed face and sparkling eyes.

"I like this sport, we make good teammates." Cas murmured as he brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face so he could kiss you again.

Lucifer- You and Luci were walking across the cobblestone road in Barcelona, hand in hand one hot summer's evening.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are at sunset?" He asked, gazing at you with utter adoration.

"You do. Every evening." You laugh.

"I know I do, I just want you to remember." He smiled and dived in for a quick kiss. It took you by surprise and he laughed at your wide eyes.

"Your eyes sparkle in this light." Lucifer told you, starting to walk again. "Absolutely stunning."

Crowley- "Love, I would like to make a deal with you." Crowley told you one day. You sigh and turn around to face him.

"I thought we agreed there would be no more talk of my soul?" You snap.

"Yes but this is an offer that you cannot resist." He grinned, taking your hands in his own. "You'll still have all of your years to live, that I guarantee," he started, his unfathomable eyes staring into yours. "We just need to exchange some things."

"And what things are they?" You ask skeptically, suddenly aware of how close he was.

"Your heart for mine."

You smile and place a hand on his cheek. "We've already made that deal."

"Then let's make it official." Crowley said, sealing the deal with a kiss.

Gabriel- "For fucks sake, (y/n)!" You heard Gabriel yell from the other room.

Cramming the last of the sweets into your mouth, you tried to look as innocent as possible as he walked in and glared at you, arms crossed.
"What's wrong, Gaby?" You ask with your mouth full, puppy-eyes maxed out.

He narrowed his eyes. "You know what you little thief." He spat angrily. "You ate my favourite sweets."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You say, Gabriel's liquorice falling out of your mouth and rolling onto the sofa. "It's starting to ring a bell."

Gabriel muttered something rude under his breath and went to walk away before turning around and looking you dead in the eye.

"I guess we could share." He suggested coyly. Before you could ask what he meant by that, he had his mouth pressed against yours, his tongue skimming across your lips before he pulled away and grinned.
"You taste really sweet, (y/n)." He said smacking his lips loudly and winking.

"You are so weird." You groan.