Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

You're Friends And He Accidentaly Touches Your Boob

Dean-
I step into the vintage impala, closing the door behind me loudly. "Careful with baby, (Y/N)." Dean glares at me, leaning over to stroke the door I just slammed shut. But as he makes contact with the metal, his hand brushes my boob. I glance at him, seeing a smirk form on his angelic face.

Sam-
"Sam? Pass the vinegar. It's on the top shelf." I call to him across the kitchen, mixing the batter together. He's the tall one here. Saves me getting a chair. As he sets down the salt shaker, his hand gently touches the side of my boob. I jump back, looking at him in surprise. He's not the type to do this. "Jesus. I-I'm sorry (Y/N). I-I didn't mean it" he stammers, a storm of blush forming on his cheeks.

Gabriel-
"Gabe, lift me up please. I can't reach the top shelf." I ask him, pointing to the jar of pickles situated on the top of the shelf. He rolls his eyes and bites his lip before a short joke can escape. Gabe walks towards me, picks me up, but I squeel and start squirming as his hand wraps around my chest rather than my waist. "Gabriel, that's my chest. Not my waist you pervert. " I grown, swatting at his hands. He sets me down with a chuckle, placing his hands lower this time.

Castiel-
"(Y/N), you have something here" Castiel says, touching my boob to point to a stain from the taco I'm currently eating. I glance at him in surprise. I guess he doesn't really realise what he's doing. My gaze shifts from Castiel to Gabriel, who's just entered the room. He wolf whistles and takes a bite of his hotdog, chewing before talking. "Whoa there little brother, things are getting a little saucy in here."

Crowley-
"Crowley!" I shout, glaring at him as he accidentaly spills a glass of water all over my black tanktop. He just chuckles, obviously finding it funny, and grabs a red napkin off his table. He comes over to me and starts drying my torso, hands brushing my breasts over and over. "Umm... Crowley? Y-you can stop now..." I trail off, rather awkwardly. He just smirks at me.

Kevin-
"Kevin, come zip my dress up please!" I call across the house, soon hearing his feet pounding on the steps. He appears behind me with a smile and comes forward. As he's zipping my red dress for our dinner, his hand slips a little a brushes the side of my boob. A blush spreads across my cheeks, but it can't be compared to the one he's sporting on his face.

Lucifer-
"Hey! Stop it!" I choke out between my bursts of laughter as Lucifer tickles me. He's been doing this for the past two minutes and I'm not sure how much more I can handle. His hands tickle my sides and he moves them up to tickle my armpits. But midway, his hand tickles my boob accidentaly, sending us both into fits of laughter.