Supernatural Preferences

Part Three

Gabriel:

You sat down on your couch typing away at your laptop, drinking a fresh cup of coffee. This must have been your 5th cup, but you didn't care.

A sudden sound of what you thought was the flap of wings brought you out of your thoughts.

"I've been expecting you." You said without looking up from the screen.

"Got to admit. As creepy as that was supposed to be, you made it sound hot buttercup." Gabriel said as he sat next to you.

"I had a...vision that you would be visiting me, but what I don't know is who you are and what you're doing here."

"The name's Gabe, I'm an archangel...yada yada yada...And I was sent here by the Winchesters to protect you." He said with a goofy smile.

"Well, nice meeting you Gabe. And get ready I've got some groceries I need to buy and for you to carry." You said as you stood up and grabbed your jacket. His smile quickly fell and he chastily followed you to the door.

"Now hold on. I ain't anybody's bitch, you carry your own groceries!" He exclaimed.

But you didn't turn around you cotinued walking out the door. Gabriel squeezed the bridge of his nose and sighed before following you out.

You could just tell that this is the start of something beautiful.

Lucifer:

You stood in the middle of the cross road awaiting the demon that should pop up.

You didn't need anything for yourself. You were a volunteer as a kindergarten teacher. You lived children, and had everything you could ever dream of.

But a student of yours no older than 6,   was diagnosed with cancer and was very close to death. And you couldn't deal with that. You loved children more than anything. More than yourself.

A blond man appeared before you. He was quite handsome but you quickly pushed that thought away.

"Now what can I do for you sweetheart?" He said in a teasing tone that gave you the feeling he already knew what you wanted.

"I want Jeremy to live. Be completely cured in exchange for my soul."

"Why risk so much for someone you only teach?"

"Because I love him. I can't just stand and watch a kid his age die like that. He doesn't deserve to die like that."

"But do you deserve to die like this? Do you realize that if I give you ten years, then you would be merely 27 when hellhounds will come and rip you apart?"

"Yeah. I know."

"Well then, I'll do it not exchange for your soul though."

"I'm exchange of what then?"

"You basically being my hostage. Sony worry, I will not treat you badly or chain you up or anything. It's merely you not being allowed to leave my company."

You thought it through. You would have to be with a demon 27/7 and never return to your life and he might probably make it so it loooked like you're dead.

You hated the idea but you couldn't stand the idea of Jeremy dying the way he will, so you agreed.

"Do you know how we seel deals?" He asked as he approached you.

"With a kiss." You whispered when he was barely inches away from you.

And with that you leaned in and crashed your lips together. You stayed longer than you should but you didn't care, you loved it.

You could feel electricity running up and down your spine. The problem with being human is though, is that you have to pull up for air.

"Name's Lucifer, just so you know."

At his words, your closed eyes snapped wide open with shock.

"What?!"

Kevin:

You hid behind a couple some old machine that you couldn't even identify. You were sitiign with your face buried in your knees, hoping to hide the sounds of your small soft whimpers.

A couple of hunters had ambushed you and your family, killing to them all, except you of course.

"Come out you little bitch! We're gonna find you anyways might as well save us some time and have the guts to face us!" A voice came from behind you. It was too close for your liking.

You knew he was trying to rile you up. Trying to get you angry and prridful enough to come out of your hiding spot and into his target range.

You didn't dare to move. You weren't that stupid. You weren't like most werewolves either.

"Dean, I don't think that she's a threat. We both know that if she was like the others she would have joined the others in lunging at us and fighting us instead of running for eve life and hiding. And what you said right now, it would've pissed her off enough for her at least growl or shift or something." Another, very much calmer, voice broke the silence.

"Ah. Come on Sammy. She's a monster. Just like the others. Just with a lot more patience and higher IQ."

"I think he's right Dean." A third voice interrupted.

"Whatever. Why don't you come out, I know you heard us.  As much as I wanna shout you, these two wouldn't let me.

You stayed put. What if they planned this so you can come out and they could blow your brains out. And heart. And a lot of other organs.

"Don't worry now. We're not gonna shout you, I promise." With that you heard a cluuter of two guns dropping to the floor.

"What are you guys doing?! Are you crazy?! Trusting a werewolf was bad enough, but now your going weaponless into it too!" The first voice,Dean, hissed.

"Yes we are Dean. And so will you. Just trust me on this." The other spoke, Sammy you guessed.

After hearing the third gun clutter, you took and deep breath and peeked from the side. Head only showing slightly.

"Thats right. It's safe. Don't worry." And with that you crawled out of your hiding spot and stood in front of them. They were weary but that soon disappeared when they noticed your appearance.

You had ruffle hair, was extremely pale, bloodshot eyes, and tear-stained cheeks.

"I never hurt anyone. I-I know I'm a monster but I'm definitely not a killer. I never hurt a fly in my life." You sobbed.

"Your family was though." The older one pointed out.

"I know but I didn't. And I aged what they did. I only put up with it because they're my family. You can't chose them but you can't live without them either. At least before you guys came in."

"Ok. We believe you, but your coming with us to the bunker. We gotta find out how you are the only werewolf who can have this much control. I'm Dean and that's my brother Sam, and the guy over there is Kevin."

"I'm (Y/n)."