Supernatural x Reader/ Preferences

How you met

Dean:
You just got dumped so your at the bar drinking your worries away. "Hit me again!" You manage to slur out. "Gimme a beer." You hear a deep voice say. You turn to your left and see a handsome man take the seat next to you. "And another round for the beautiful lady to my right." He says. "Thanks I'm (y/n) how can I repay you?" You ask. "I'm Dean, how about you give me your number?" He gives you a flirty smile as he scans your body. You grab a pen from your purse and write your number on his hand. His eyes follow your mini skirt a you stand up and leave the bar.

Sam:
"UGH!" You jump for the book on the top shelf at the library. "Damn short problems!" You groan in frustration. Then an arm goes above your head and grabs the book. You turn to see a tall man with beautiful brown hair, you stare at his face as he leans down to look at you. He hands you the book. "I'm Sam." He introduces himself. You couldn't help but blush when he smiles at you. "I'm (y/n)." You are still blushing and staring into his eyes. "Thanks for the book." You manage to say. "No problem. Anyway how about we can maybe go out sometime or something if you'd like." He asks and then he starts to blush a little. "Yea sure that'd be fun!" You smile. You write your number down in a piece of paper and hand it to him. He takes it smiles again then walks over to a slightly shorter man who was leaning on a bookshelf staring at you with a smirk.

Cas:
You are laying in bed wiping tears away pushing your bible away. After your grandmother died you have been all alone since your parents died in a car wreck when you where young. You hear the flapping of wings and you look over and see a man in a trench coat standing next to your bed staring at you. "Hello." He says still staring at you. You quickly sit up. "Who are you?!" You stutter. "I'm Castiel or Cas and I'm an angel of The Lord." He says, he seems very serious. "Are you serious?!" You unclench your tight grip on the side of the bed. Cas gives you a confused look. "I am always serious." He offers a small smile. "Why are you here?" You ask. "I sensed a beautiful lady in pain." He blushes alittle. "I'm (y-" before you coul finish Cas interrupts. "(Y/n) yes I know, what a unique name."

Crowley:
"Son of a Bitch!" You yell at your car as it slowly comes to a stop. "If rather sell my damn soul than put up with this piece of crap!" You yell in frustration. "What about selling your soul?" A man says outside our car window. You slowly get out of your car. "Um nothing" you mutter. All of a sudden his eyes go black. "LOOK YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He yells as he slams you into your car. "Hey!" A foreign accent yells from behind the man. Suddenly his eyes go normal again."Sorry boss." He whimpers then disappears. "So hard to find good help these days." The man with the Irish accent look at you. "I'm Crowley the king of hell." He introduces himself. "Wow.......I'm (y/n)." You say. "Ooo what a nice name." Crowley smirks. "We should talk more sometime." Crowley says a little quieter. "Yea we should." You give him a flirty smirk. You write your name and number down on a piece of paper and give it to him. He disappears then your car starts working again. Weird.