Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Castiel Imagine

Cas

Today had been a hard day hunting. You had to be saved—once again—by your friends; Sam and Dean. Along with their friend Cas. Even though you were suppose to be grateful, you couldn't help but be pissed at yourself and everyone. You always said, "I didn't need your help!" Even when you did. Although, you could tell Sam and Dean knew you were fibbing.

Sighing, you opened your motel door and tossed the keys on the nearby table. "Fantastic," you muttered angrily when you saw that you had no salt. Quickly, you searched the entire motel room; desperately trying to find some. "Fuck a duck!" You groaned, throwing your head back. Suddenly, you got an idea. Of course other hunters did it all the time, but you never tried it. Personally, you'd rather stay with the under-the-rug or on-the-floor routine instead of going through the trouble of putting it on the ceiling.

Cautiously, you stepped on the table you moved. It creaked and wiggled, making beads of sweat roll down your forehead. Hey, being a hunter didn't mean you didn't care for your health and life. Sometimes, it does slip your mind though. A half hour later, you had devil's traps all over the ceilings where any possible demon could get in. Dusting your hands, you smiled and put them on your hips. Smiling at your handiwork, you decided it would be best if you went to sleep.

Yawning, you changed and crawled into the bed. "Maybe tomorrow will be better..." You snuggled into the pillows, not knowing that there was a thin line in a devil's trap; so small you didn't catch it.

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"Mmm," you mumbled, fussing in your sleep. You needed at least 3-5 hours of sleep to function. Your days off were the one's you made up for the sleep loss. "Darling," a voice hissed into your ear, making your eyes snap open and grab the knife you had under your pillow. A demon stood across the bed from you, grinning devilishly.

"Damnit," you groaned, rubbing sleep from one eye while watching him. "Can't I get a break to sleep, you assholes?" The demon snarled and lunged, making you side-step him and run to the opposite side. You were still tired and half asleep, making it nearly impossible for you to be at top-notch. It hissed at you again. "Don't let them fool you, pretty girl," it continued, making a wild grab for you again.

You stumbled, trying your hardest to get full awake. You failed, cursing yourself for refusing that extra sleep you needed the other day. "Come with me, no cares for you," you shook your sleepy head, your body slowly shutting down. No, you screamed at yourself, move! Run, we can't afford this! What is wrong with you, body?!

The demon lunged again, narrowly missing you. Your knife skimmed its chest, making it flicker slightly. "How did you get in!" You demanded. "There were Devil's traps—" it let out a horrendous laugh, wheezing. "Darling, you forgot to double-check." You froze, horrified. Another slip-up? You got pissed at yourself again, your body waking up only a bit. Was your anger not enough? The demon threw back its head, cackling at you. "So disappointed, Darling. It isn't the first." You let out a battle cry and charged, trying to stab him.

"Thank you, Darling."

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Sam and Dean couldn't figure out where you were, only knowing that you guys were suppose to meet up hours ago. "She wouldn't stand us up, would she? We saved her multiple times, she wouldn't." Sam wondered aloud, making Dean growl in annoyance. "Let's just go to her motel. Shouldn't be too far," he grumbled, feeling bitter that you hadn't shown up. Sam frowned and packed up his things, carrying them out to the Impala and getting in the passenger seat.

Dean slid in the driver's seat, revving her engine. He put her in reverse, taking off down the road. "She wouldn't have done this, Dean. What if something happened to her?" Dean scoffed. "She wouldn't screw up twice in a row."