Supernatural Preferences

He Tells You What He Is

Dean- "Hey, baby?" Dean called from the kitchen.
"Yeah Dean?"
"I think we need to talk."
"You're not pregnant, are you?" You joke, trying to lighten the mood. Dean stood in the doorway, an uneasy look on his face. "Oh god, you're not dying are you?" You say in shock.
"No, no, nothing like that. Not yet anyway." He reassured you.
"Then what is it?" You ask warily.
"I'm a hunter. I kill spirits and demons for a living." He said, not beating around the bush at all. "I thought you deserved the truth so you know where I am for work."
"Oh," you say, honestly a little surprised. "Well, I guess I should have seen this coming. We did meet at the Roadhouse and all."
"So you're okay with it?" He asked. You stand up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"I'm obviously not going to stop you. Just tell me when and where your going. And for the love of pie, be careful!" You tell him. He laughed and held you close.
"Always, Gorgeous." He murmurs into your hair.

Sam- "Before I say what I am about to say, I just want you to know that you mean everything to me and I don't want to lose you." Sam announced, sitting you down on the sofa next to him.
"Okay. You're freaking me out a little, Beanie." You say with a nervous titter. He cracks his knuckles one by one before looking up at you.
"Do you believe in ghosts?" He asked randomly. You look at him in surprise but his face is serious.
"Erm, I don't know. I mean, if there was solid evidence then I probably would, but right now, no I don't." You tell him truthfully.
"Oh, well, never mind then." He says hurriedly and begins to stand up to leave.
"Wait," you say, holding his arm to stop him from running off. "Why'd you ask?"
"No reason." He mutters, desperate to escape. You reach up to rest your arms on his shoulder, making him look at you.
"Tell me." You instruct, sticking out your bottom lip.
"I'm guessing you wouldn't believe me if I told you I that my job was to hunt supernatural things and send them back to Hell." Sam said rather than asked.
"Probably not."
"Thought so. Well, I need to make a few calls." He declared, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.
"Dean?" You can hear him speaking on the phone to his brother. "I told you so, she didn't believe me. You owe me ten bucks, pay up."

Cas- "I am an Angel Of the Lord."
"Mm hmm." You reply, not taking your eyes off of the television.
"Is that it? Perhaps you did not hear me." He said confused.
"Angel Of the Lord, huge black wings, healing powers, teleportation, yadda yadda yadda. Whatever." You drawl, still watching your show. Cas tilted his head to the side.
"How did you-?"
"Cassy, I'm friends with the Winchesters; you really think they haven't mentioned you?"

Lucifer- Luci shuffled towards the armchair you were lounging on and perched on the armrest awkwardly.
"Don't say it." you snap, throwing down your book.
"Don't say what? I haven't said anything yet." He asked, puzzled.
"That you're the devil. If you say it, I swear I am going to punch you." He looked at you confused.
"I don't understand. You know what I am?"
"You knew who I was before I told you, you keep zapping me around the globe, we have hundreds of black-eyed servants that go missing when you're pissed and finally," you throw your arms up. "Your name is Lucifer."
He stared at you in shock before turning around slowly and walking away.

Crowley- "So what's up with your obsession over my soul?" You ask Crowley over dinner one night.
"I thought you said you didn't want me to bring it up again." He states.
"Yeah, but now I'm curious." You tease. Crowley groans but smiles.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He says flatly.
"Try me." You challenge.
"Alright," he begins. He stares deep into your (y/e/c) eyes and lowers his voice. "I am the King Of Hell." You scanned his face, it was completely serious. Your lip quivered and you suddenly burst out laughing, making Crowley raise his eyebrows in surprise.
"What's so funny?" He demanded, trying to be heard over your explosive giggles. "Why won't you listen to me?"
But he couldn't get an answer from you as you were laughing too hard. He never did find out why you didn't believe him.

Gabriel- You come home to see Gabriel dressed in a long white nightgown and gold paper crown around his head.
"What the-"
"I am Gabriel. Archangel, Trickster, Sex Bomb. Kneel before me and worship me." He announced grandly.
"You know the strangest thing is that I've come home to worse." You say. "An angel, huh? Would've pegged you as the opposite but whatever."
"You seem very calm about this." He observes, taking the 'halo' off and placing it on your head lovingly.
"To be perfectly honest, any day I don't have to beg for our lives because of you, it's a good day."