Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

He Finds Out You're FBI's Most Wanted

Sorry for not updating in over a week, but I've been generally busy. I'm also thinking of wrapping these imagines up.

Dean-
As we walk past a news stand, a headline and a picture catch my attention. More precisely, a picture of me and a headline containing my name. I wasn't aware that I'm famous... I stop in my track and take time to look over it. It has a picture of me from my high school graduation and the headline reads 'FBI most wanted (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) still on the run after five years'. A sense of accomplishment washes over me as I realise that it's been so long without me being caught. Damn I'm good. But really? That picture? "(Y/N? Why didn't you tell me? You even beat me and Sammy!" Dean asks, looking at me in astonishment with a smidge of hurt maybe. Oh, yeah. It's not exactly something to brag about... I shake my head at him and start walking again. "Minor details, Dean"

Sam-
"(Y/N)? Just a question. Why are you FBI's most wanted?" Sam asks out of the blue, surprising me a little. Where did he get that from? I wasn't aware of this. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and take the laptop off his lap and set it onto mine. He's on a news channel and there's a whole article dedicated to me. I quickly read it, a smile forcing itself on my face after I finish. It briefly mentions how I'm currently the most wanted, a bigger threat than the Winchesters themselves. Now that's something a normal person wouldn't be proud of, but I am. I hand the laptop back to him and smirk. "Well, that's unfortunate"

Gabriel-
I hand the bowl of popcorn to Gabe for him to hold while I take a seat next to him and cover myself with a blanket. Movie nights are pretty interesting with the trickster. I press play and grab my popcorn back, taking a handful and stuffing it in my face. Gabriel's hand wraps around my shoulder and looks at me with what I can distinguish as pride. "Well, I can officially introduce my girlfriend as FBI's most wanted." He comments, kissing my forehead. Holy fuck. Most wanted? That's... Wow.

Castiel-
"(Y/N)? Is it because of the men you killed? The theft you committed? The shoplifting? The running away? The-" Cas keeps asking me questions. Ever since he found out I'm on FBI's most wanted list he's been trying to guess why I'm there. Well, he's not technically wrong. I roll my eyes at the curious angel. "Castiel, I think it's a bit of all."

Crowley-
"Crowley! I'm more famous than shortbust and big foot!" I yell as I burst into the room that holds our thrones. What do you even call it? The gather room? The room where we make decisions? Throne room? The chamber? Throne room it is. Crowley's sitting on his throne, looking as classy and dangerous as always, with three other demons in the room. I smirk at him and walk to my throne, handing him the printed paper that says I'm FBI's most wanted. He skims through the paper and looks up at me with pride and delight. "Out. I've got some celebrating to do with my queen." Crowley speaks to the demons, giving me a cheeky grin.

Kevin-
"I'm not even going to bother asking why you're FBI's most wanted, (Y/N)." I hear Kevin mumble as he walks past me to the kitchen. Oh, I am?

Lucifer-
"Guess what (Y/N)! (Y/N)!" I hear Lucifer tell from upstairs, followed by loud thumping noises and an even louder crash. Well, someone probably face planted. I stifle a giggle as he comes barging in with a somewhat excited look on his face. What's gotten into him? "Guess what?" He asks, sitting on top of me on our sofa. As if there wasn't a better place to sit... I roll my eyes but give in. "What? You're finally getting dick enhancement?" I say, almost laughing as he sticks his tongue out. I'm not gonna lie, it's quite creepy. The whole split in the middle thing. "No. You're FBI's most wanted and I want to celebrate that." He smirks, and I immediately catch on to what he means.