Supernatural Preferences

How You Met (Part One)

Dean, Sam, Cas, Gabriel, and Bobby

Dean- You, and a group of your friends, are a band. You are the lead vocalist, while (Y/Friend) plays guitar, (Y/Friend) plays bass, and (Y/Friend) is the drummer. They all are your backup vocalists. On Fridays and Saturdays, you play at a bar called The Rock Palace. Your usual habit after the show is to thank the audience and go talk to some of the locals.

Tonight your band was singing Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi and Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas. These were a two of the few classic rock songs that you actually liked. You didn't hate classic rock, but you didn't love it either.

Anyways, you finished your set and went to go get a drink from the bar. There was a very handsome man sitting on your stool at the bar but you didn't really mind. You just walked up next to the stool and asked the bartender for a water. He nodded and went to go get it for you.

The man next to you asked, "You're a member of that band, right? The (enter band name here)?"

You nodded. "Yes I am."

"Well I've gotta say, you were rockin' it up there."

"Thanks"

The bartender has just come back with your water and hands the bottle over to you. You start to pull out the money to pay for it when the man next to you says, "It's on me." He then pays the bartender for your water. The bartender goes to serve some other customers.

You are surprised that the man would choose to pay for your water.

The man turns to you, smiles and says, "The name's Dean, by the way."

"(Y/N)"

"Nice to meet you (Y/N)."

You are still surprised as you go to rejoin your band backstage.

Sam- You had just checked out a few books from the library. You were on your way to the exit and just as you rounded a bookshelf, you ran into something hard. You dropped all of your books and you were knocked to the floor. You looked up to see what, or rather who, you had run into.

You saw a gigantic man looming over you. He looked shocked but after a moment of gaping at you, he quickly dropped to his knees and started putting your books into a pile. While he was doing this, he asked if you were all right.

You nodded and blushed slightly, so you looked away.

He asked in a kind, concerned voice, "What's wrong?"

You refused to look at him, so he gently put his hand under your chin and turned your head until you were looking at him. You lowered your eyes and peeked out from under your lashes as you said, "I feel like such an idiot."

"Why?"

"Because I should have been paying more attention."

He laughed, a low, quiet sound that appealed to you and made you want to keep him laughing.

"What's so funny?" you asked him.

"I also should have been paying more attention. I'm so sorry I ran into you."

It was your turn to laugh. "As I recall, I ran into you, which is why I'm the one on the floor."

He laughed again. "Are you sure you're okay?"

You nodded. "I've had a lot worse."

The man then proceeded to gently help you up, then he quickly bent and picked up the pile of books.

"Thanks..."

"Sam."

"Thanks Sam."

"Anytime..." Sam looked at you, waiting for you to say your name.