Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

You're In A Band

Band members and names of bands and songs are made up for the sakes of these stories. Everything written in italics will be text messages or comments Enjoy! :)

Dean-
"I'll call, text and FaceTime you every day. And if you don't answer, I'll spam you." I threaten Dean jokingly, pulling him into yet another hug. I'm leaving on tour with my band again and saying goodbye is the hardest part without a doubt. "Be careful. I hid a demon knife in the side compartment of your suitcase just incase." He whispers, kissing the top of my head just as I hear Austin, our drummer, yell that we have to go. We pull apart and I kiss him one last time, before heading to our tourbus. "Bye Sam! Bye Dean!" I call to them before I shut the door and the bus starts moving. As soon as it does, I get a text from Dean. 'You forgot to buy apple pie' Shit.

Sam-
I drum along to 'Karma's a bitch' as Mike hits the vocals perfectly and others play the right cords with passion. I look at the crowd, making a funny face at one of the photographers, knowing that it will make our fans laugh when they see it on social media. As I scan the crowd, making eye contact with as many people as possible while not fucking up my rhythm, I grin. I love performing in front of thousands of people. It gives me a rush like nothing else. I look over the crowd and my eyes land on someone that vaguely resembles Sam. I squint my eyes a little and look harder, looking closer and then I realise that it is, in fact, my boyfriend of four years Sam. My face lights up as we make eye contact. What's he doing here? Shouldn't he be hunting with Dean? Either way, a very pleasant surprise.

Gabriel-
I wave to the fans as I throw my guitar picks out to them. The people that catch them yell thanks and start jumping up and down. I love this feeling. The feeling that so many fans across the world know of our band. The feeling that I just performed in front of people that our music helps. Cameron, our other guitarist, throws a towel at me and I use it to wipe as much sweat off my as I can, but it doesn't help much as I just start sweating again. I'll have to have a shower. "This is the most I've seen you sweat without me being the cause" a familiar voice says, chuckling immediately afterwards. I turn around and gasp, tears brimming at the corners of my eyes. "Gabe!" I scream and launch myself at him, kissing him all over his face. The band and I have been on tour for about two months now, so me and Gabriel have been stuck with FaceTime. But by the looks of it, not anymore.

Castiel-
I post a selfie of me and our singer Cassie that we took on stage a while back and my Instagram notifications immediately start blowing up. Cas gives me a confused look with the constant 'ping' of the app. I scroll through the comments, reading each one as I do.
'I love your band!'
'Ugly whores!'
'You two are the definition of beautiful!'
'Lol your band sucks'
I read on, most of the coments positive. But there are some that aren't so nice. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" Cas asks, obviously noticing that I've spaced out. I know I shouldn't let these get to me. They're comments made by people that don't have anything better to do and strive for attention of some sort. It's just... "I'm fine Cas. Just some bad comments. I don't mind." I smile and lock my phone, putting it on silent so it doesn't interrupt mine and Castiel's movie marathon. Screw the haters.

Crowley-
Crowley and I walk down the street, hand in hand, talking about the gig my manager managed to find for my band. It's in a nightclub with the capacity of 2,500 people. We managed to sell out. As we walk past a bar, I hear someone yell out my name. Huh? "Hey!  Your band Shadows May Follow sucks major dick!" The guy shouts, laughing to himself. Crowley lets go of my hand and suddenly, I feel the cold vibe he gives off when he gets angry or irritated. I smirk and cross my arms, turning around so I can watch the burn this idiot is away to get. Crowley takes a few steps forward, and it's noticable that the guy is already sorry for what he said. I hear Crowley speak, but I can't make out exactly what he's saying. But whatever it is, it's bad enough that the guy starts to visibly shake.

Kevin-
I sign the girls poster of our band who said she was called Ellie, and give her a quick hug as she takes a selfie with me. I love meeting our fans. It's the highlight of my day, aside from actually performing. There's still a line of about 800 people waiting to meet us at our merch stall. I still can't believe that there's so many people that listen to us. I look back up and almost get knocked back in surprise. "Kevin?" I ask astounded, watching as his face grows into a wide and nervous smile. I haven't seen him in three months due to touring, so this is like a dream come true. "I thought I'd come by to see you. I'll wait at the side of your stall. There's stil fans wanting to meet you guys" he says, smiling and leaning over to peck my lips really quickly. I hear a couple of people 'aww'ing and taking photos. As he walks away, I get a nudge by our guitarist Andy. This was no doubt his plan.

Lucifer-
I zip my grey suitcase up after stuffing half of my possessions inside, which took a few hours and was very tiring. I'm leaving for tour tomorrow, and my guess is that we'll be away for about four months. And pranks are bound to happen. "I hate to see you go again, (Y/N)." Lucifer says, a sad tone to his voice as he walks into our bedroom. Oh, right. He wraps his arms around me in a tight hug, and that's when I lose it. I start laughing and push him away from me gently, taking a seat on the bed. "Luci, I was gonna ask if you wanted to come with us. Jesse is bringing her boyfriend as well, so I thought I'd drag you along too. What do you say?" I ask, seeing the hurt expression leave his face, immediately being replaced by a wide smile. He picks me up and spins me around, laughing. "I wouldn't pass up that chance. I mean, pushing you around in a grocery cart at 3am while in a supermarket seems like a fun idea" he says, setting me down and recalling what happened to me last time I was on tour. "Get packed, we're leaving in a few hours" I say with a wide smile etched in my face. This will be a great tour.

I was thinking of writing an actual story where the main character is in a band and she either falls in love with another band member or it'll be a fanfic with one of the guys from SPN or another band member but I'm not too sure...