Supernatural Preferences

Three Little Words

Dean- "Hey babe, how was your hunt?" You ask Dean as he walks into the kitchen, throwing his shotgun and keys on to the counter.

"Tiring. What we thought was a simple salt n' burn turned into the final fight sequence from Ghostbusters." He replied, running a hand across his stubble.

"Well McQueen, grab a beer, have a seat and get comfy because guess what?" You tell him.

"What?"

"I made pie." You say, gesturing towards the plate on the table and turning back to slicing vegetables. You felt Dean's chest crash into your back and his arms snaked around your waist.

"God I love you." He mumbled into your hair.

"I know, baby. I know."

Sam- This was probably the most boring hunt you had experienced. You and the boys had no leads and no idea what was causing all these incidents. Dean had given up about six hours ago and was currently crashed out on the motel bed. Sam had desperately tried to stay awake but exhaustion had gotten the best of him and he was slumped over his laptop on the table.

Rubbing your eyes and scrolling through another page of information, you finally came across something useful.

"Wake up guys! Sam, wake up!" You cry in joy.

Sam stirred and lifted his head off of the table to look at you blearily. "You figured it out? Let's hear it." He said through a yawn.

"So get this..." You started, but Sam wasn't listening to anything after that, he was smiling at how you reminded him of himself.

Castiel- The Winchester's had sent you and your boyfriend, Cas, to inform other hunters about the most recent apocalypse. Right now you were at your old friend's door, waiting for her to answer.

"Y/N? Oh my God, it's been so long!" She cried once she had answered, pulling you into a tight hug.

You felt Cas tense at his father's name being taken in vain but he was polite enough not to interrupt your reunion with an old hunting partner.

"Good to see you too, Anya."

"So what brings you here? And who is this lovely gentleman?" She asked, looking Cas up and down.

"My name is Castiel," he greeted her, shaking her hand. "I am Y/N's boyfriend, current hunting partner and an angel."

"Of the Lord," you finished for him, as if it made any difference. You just loved hearing him say it so much it had rubbed off on you.

Castiel smiled to himself and couldn't help thinking how lucky he was to have such an understanding girlfriend.

Lucifer- "Luuuuciiiiiii," you called from the living room. "Come play with me, I'm bored and lonely."

Lucifer sighed and walked into the room, cracking a smile when he saw you strewn out across the sofa, your head just off the floor, your limbs stretched out over the arm rests.

"Want to come destroy a city with me?" He offered.

You contemplated it for a while before rolling off the sofa and pulling your boots on.

"Will we be hurting anyone?" You asked.

"A few thousand if we have time before lunch. The humans are getting on my nerves again, they think they're invincible."

"Stupid humans," you say with a shake of your head. "You were right, angels are better."

"Finally! I'm not the only one that thinks that." He said. "I'm so damn happy you're mine."

Crowley- You strolled into the bunker, the King of Hell's arm wrapped protectively around your waist. Sam and Dean grunted a hello and you rolled your eyes at their blunt welcoming.

"Hello Moose. Squirrel." You say to each of them.

Crowley broke out into laughter and wouldn't stop cackling, even after you had both gone home long after.

Gabriel- Your sweet little trickster had been pulling pranks in you. Sending you back in time to your high school prom whilst you were in the shower was his favourite, he was also a fan of turning everyday items into sludge (You had already swallowed some from when your toothbrush came apart in your mouth).

Turns out he doesn't like it when you prank him back.

It was a simple prank as it was all your muggle abilities would allow. Just the typical bucket of water on the door.

When Gabriel finally walked through it, the bucket came tumbling down and landed upside down on his bed, the water drenching him completely.

"Y/N!" He screamed as you keeled over with laughter. "What the heck?"

"Payback's a bitch," you tell him with a grin.

"You little... You... you're such a..." he stammered, trying to find a suitable insult.

"Bag of dicks?" You say, helping him out.

"Yes. You are a great big bag of dicks." He smiles and pulls you in for a kiss, flicking water at you playfully.

Charlie- You and Charlie were sitting in the bunker eating breakfast with the Winchesters when Garth Fitzgerald IV phoned Dean up and asked for their help.

"We'll just be a few hours," Sam said to you as they picked up their guns and walked off.

"Peace out, bitches." You and Charlie called at the same time. The boys groaned and slammed the door behind them as you and Charlie started arguing about who called jinx first.