Supernatural Preferences {Oneshots, Preferences, Imagines}

Soulmate AU's**

Based on MarvelSuperHeroes chaper on soulmates AU.

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Dean's Black and White AU:

Black and White. That's all you see until you find the one. Your soulmate.

You thought it was all trash, being 21 and not finding your soulmate. Thinking people were lying, just to make you feel bad.  All of your friends have found theirs as early as 8th grade. 

You were walking around in a store, just for weird home accessories. That currently was your obsession. Your small apartment was filled with stupid decor. You were filling it way too much with decor. Your house was most likely mismatches, due to lack of colour.

You were holding several paintings and carrying new bed sheets. It wasn't the best idea, everything blocking your vision. You were walking to the front, to get a cart, so you wouldn't hurt yourself, anymore than you already have.

You were placing the items into the cart, until someone touched the cart, trying to take it at the same time as you. You yanked your hand back and looked at his green eyes.

Green?  

You froze for a moment. How can you? No. He can't be. Could he?

You started to tear up, smiling. "Finally. I can see my soulmate with real colours. My house is so mismatched, I'm probably going to have an aneurysm." You started to talk really fast and blabbered.

"Hey." And that's how your story began.

Sams Name AU:

Every time you went out, maybe every 10 minutes, you looked at your arm. The name, Sam, was still branded into your flesh.

It mocked you. You loathe it. Being 20 and all.

You knew a few Sams, Samanthas, and Samuels who went by Sam. By your luck, none of theme were made especially for you. 

You'd always get looks from people, seeing that name in your skin. You weren't the last of your friends to not find 'the one'. But you were pretty damn close.

The bar you worked at usually never was empty. It was the one in the town that everyone had left good reviews. Never any bar brawls, or dirty.

You were working, just refilling a drink, until you heard a smash. First smash since last year.

A. Sasquatch. Was. Fighting. A. Customer.

"HEY!" You yelled, running over to tear off the giant off of the poor guy. You just managed to rip off his sleeve, revealing your name. You gasped and took a few steps back.

You found him.

"Hey, Samsquatch." You call out, Sam turning his head towards you. You smirked, and showed the brand, as it started to fade.

Sam looked at his own, and looked back up. "(Y/N)? Oh, how embarrassing. Not how I expected us to meet."

"Oh, shut up." You hugged him, wanting to make this moment last.

Castiels Eye Colour AU:

You knew everyone had a soulmate. You just didn't believe you did.

As as small 17 year old, being rebellious and all, decided to run away. Everything gone. Your clothes, some books, all your drawing materiel, and hygiene products. 

It was cold out. Like, -20 degrees Celsius out (-4 for y'all Americans). You only had a thin, spaghetti strap shirt on, and jeans. Your hoodie wouldn't keep the cold out for long. The bus terminal wasn't heated, sadly.

You saw the 3 phone calls from your mom and dad. The several texts. The ones you didn't respond to. You felt a cold breeze as someone sat next to you. You looked the other way, hoping they wouldn't notice your blue eyes.

No.

The deepest and most beautiful blue, as your mom used to say.

They were horrible. People mad fun of you because of them. 

"Uh, pardon me. Aren't you cold?" The man asked you. You shook your head, and you looked at him. You looked into his eyes, with a snarky look. In that moment, you recognized those eyes anywhere. 

"Oh my God." You paled, and smiled. You found the matching set. The one and only.

"Oh, well. This is unexpected." He had a small smile on his face. 

"I'm (Y/N)." You held out your hand, eager for this moment.

"I'm Castiel."

Gabriel First Words AU:

Getting words tattooed on your arm was mandatory, if your parents believed in this stupid ritual. The word on your arm would be the ones your beloved would first say to you.

It was late at night. You were walking home from a party, and you were almost blackout drunk. Your walking wasn't the best. Neither was your brain, at the moment.

It was busy on the streets, not really expecting that on a Friday night. Several people looked at you, and a few catcalled. You flipped them all off, a part of your mind still you.

You felt a a warm sensation wrapping around you. It was nice, a little bit, if you knew who they were. You pushed them off.

"Don't touch me, pervert." You slurred, and held your head, a migraine coming around.

"Oh, you fell into me, sweetheart." He laughed. You stopped, a few feet ahead of him, those words ran through your mind everyday. Even though you were so drunk, you weren't going to miss this.

"Oh shit. I know those words." You laughed, and fell into his arms.

"I know those too, sweetheart."

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OKAY. This was too cute. Especially Gabes.