Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

When He Helps You With Homework

Dean-
"What you doing, (Y/N)?" Dean asks curiously, taking a seat next to me on the sofa and sip of his beer. I turn my biology book in his direction so he can read the writing. "Mito-something is the what of the cell?" He reads out loud, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. Yeah, that's what I thought. Suddenly, he whips out his phone and types something down. "Ah. Mito-whatever is the powerhouse of the cell" he reads, a proud smirk appearing on his lips. I roll my eyes and scribble the answer he obviously googled down onto my page.

Sam-
"Sam? Did Mary Queen of Scots ever get married? I'm writing an essay and it's due tomorrow." I ask Sam, immediately getting his attention. He's really smart and should know this. Plus I can't be bothered looking it up. He thinks for a few seconds before he answers with a nod. "She had three husbands. I'm not sure about the names though" I smile at him and lean over the table to place a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, Sam"

Gabriel-
"Gabe, weird question. But where does BDSM come from? I need to know for my sexual health class." I ask the trickster, a blush forming on my cheeks. Now that I think about it, I could have just googled it. Yeah, that would have been better. He smirks at me and wraps his arm around my shoulder lightly. "That's a hard one" he says, winking. Oh my god him and his inuendos... "But it's hard to pin down where it comes from. Some say it's the prevalence of kinky play to the Kama Sutra of India. That's all I really know. Interested?" He smirks.

Castiel-
"Why did Lucifer fall from the sky? I'm writing a persuasive essay for one of my religious classes and that's the topic. And unlike other students, I've got a great source of information." I ask Cas, looking up from my piece of paper. I'll have the advantage of interviewing someone who actually witnessed it. "My father sent him down because he refused to love the human race. He thought they were flawed and loved God more." Castiel replies, as if he were reading from a book. Reciting, in fact. I smile at him in thanks and get back to work.

Crowley-
"Do you know when Charlie Chaplin was born? I'm too lazy to google it" I ask Crowley just as the last demon leaves the large room. "That's an odd question, (Y/N). But I think it's the 16th of April, 1889. Do you mind if I ask why you need to know this?" He smiles, setting me down off his lap and fixing his posture on his throne. "It's for a class of mine. Thanks babe" I smile and kiss his nose.

Kevin-
"When was the piano invented and who invented it? I'm pretty sure I have the note somewhere, I just can't find it" I ask Kevin, frustration taking over. I've got a text coming up soon, and I need to know. He chuckles and gently kisses the top of my head. "Bartolomeo Cristofori in 1709. Take a break. Don't overdo yourself" he speaks gently, his hands starting to massage my shoulders. Okay, I guess a break won't hurt.

Lucifer-
"When did the first episode of 'The Addams Family' air? I need to know for my film studies class. And since you're as old as Earth itself, you shoul know" I tease, smirking at his annoyed reaction. He hates it when I tease him abou his 'age'. "Well, if you must know, September the 18th 1964. You're an asshole, by the way" I smirk and write down the date. "I know honey, that's what I was aiming for"