Supernatural Preferences

They Hear You Swear For The First Time

Dean- You were starving one night and decided to have a midnight snack so you padded down to the kitchen and opened the fridge. You had baked a pie the day before and only just managed to save yourself a piece before Dean had inhaled it all. But staring at the contents of the refrigerator now, you couldn't see it anywhere.
"Bloody Winchesters, always eating my shit. Never buy anything themselves, oh no, it's always my food that I bought with my money." You mutter, not entirely awake.
"(Y/n)? Is that you in there?" Dean asked, walking in and rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah, and thanks to you I'm going to starve." You hiss.
"What are you talking about, babe?" He said with a yawn.
"Buy your own fucking food next time!" You yell.
Dean blinked in surprise.
"Did you just swear?" He asked, staring at you in awe.
"Yeah, so what? I swear all the time."
"I've never heard you swear before. You're even more badass than I thought."
"I'm the most badass bitch there is." You snort. "So go get me some pie before I bake you into one myself."

Sam- "HOLY FUCKING SHIT." You shout at the top of your lungs, hopping on one foot and rubbing your sore toe. Sam came running round the corner, gun at the ready, when he saw you jumping around with an angry blue face. He burst out laughing, mostly with relief, when he realised you had just stubbed your pinky toe on the table leg.
"S'not funny." You grumble, massaging your foot better.
"It really is. You swore. You've never said anything like that in front of me before."
"That's because I watch my tongue when I'm in public or have company. I am a lady." You say regally. With one foot on the ground and the other clasped in your hands, it's not hard to see why you fell. Tumbling down, you flailed your arms out to grab at the closest support. Unfortunately, that turned out to be Sam and you both went crashing down.
"SHIT." You yell when your funny bone connects with the floor, sending sparks of numbness up your arm.
"Such a lady." Sam muttered, helping you up and grinning.

Cas- Castiel was fond of your special hot cocoa so one evening you decided to surprise him by preparing him one. You had were almost finished, it was just cooling down on the counter when Cas made you jump by appearing behind you.
"Can I help with anything?" He asked innocently, unaware of the fact that you had no idea he was merely inches away from you. You leapt into the air and accidentally knocked the cup of fresh cocoa all over your chest and legs, painfully scalding you.
"Suck my entire fucking asshole." You curse before realising what you said and whirling round. Castiel's face was an image of pure horror.
"(Y/n)?" He squeaked.
"Oh no." You groan, covering your crimson face in your hands.

Lucifer- "(Y/n)? Aren't you forgetting something?" Lucifer asked you a little frustrated.
"Not right now, Luci, I'm busy." You say, flustered.
"That's exactly my point. You've worked so hard this week, I've barely seen you."
He had a point. You were spending the majority of your time on the surface with the Winchesters disposing of traitorous and rogue demons. This was the longest conversation you had had with Lucifer for almost a month.
"I wanted to treat you to a night out because you've been so stressed recently but we've missed our reservation."
You thought back to a previous conversation. Dinner. Italy. 5PM. Looking at the watch on your wrist you saw it was eight thirty.
"Oh shit, Luci, I'm so sorry! Let me make it up to you." You plead, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking him on the lips. You felt Lucifer smile into your mouth.
"What?"
"You're just full of surprises." He says and pulls you in for another kiss.

Crowley- You were in a bad mood. Unfortunately for them, Crowley's demons were the in your way, meaning they experienced your wrath.
"Listen to me, you snivelling son of a bitch," you hissed at the demon you were holding by the collar. "If you dare get in my way again, I'll personally torture you myself, pulling you apart piece by fucking piece."
You listened to the demon's pleas, you had never seen a demon so scared.
"Love, please. There's no need frighten the servants, if you're upset then come torture some souls with me." Crowley said from behind you.
"Don't worry, my love, I was simply disposing of an issue. Taking out the trash if you will." You reply coldly, not breaking eye-contact with the demon.
"I would really appreciate it if you let them go." Crowley growled.
"Oh yeah? And why's that?" You snap, turning around to look at him.
"Because I find it incredibly sexy when you swear."
Your eyes widened and Crowley smirked.
"You're free to go." You muttered at the demon. As soon as they were gone, Crowley managed to make you curse a few more times alone if you know what I mean.

Gabriel- You weren't proud of the time you first swore in front of Gabriel.
He was stepping out of the shower, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his hips. You had no idea he was in there and opened the door, prepared to brush your teeth.
"Sorry Gabe, didn't reali-" You cut off abruptly when you saw him half-naked and dripping with water. "Holy shit!"
Gabriel burst out laughing and had to steady himself on the rim of the sink before he fell over.
"Shuddup, Gabe." You mutter, bright red.
He didn't stop, however. He just kept hooting until tears were streaming down his creased up face.
"Fuck you." You mumble and walk out. Gabe just laughed even harder.