Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Castiel Imagine part 1

Give me a sign

You exasperatedly came to a halt, your breaths coming out in short breaths. Your hair was matted to your forehead from sweat, causing you to grimace. "God, I need a shower." Quickly, you grabbed your gym bag and exited the gym. Feeling good for finally doing a new year resolution in years, you hopped into your 2013 impala and drove back to your house. Along the way, you kept glancing in you rearview mirror. You weren't a paranoid person but you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. When you finally made it back to your house, you went right into the shower to attempt to get off all the dirt, grime, and sweat from the gruesome work out.

Guess who's not going to the gym for awhile.

When night fell and you were eating dinner alone, you sighed. A meow came from your cat, Cas, to get your attention to him. "Cassy, baby, come here," you crooned, patting your lap softly. In one sorta-graceful and uncoordinated leap, the cat jumped into your lap. "Mrow," he purred, rubbing his head against your hands. His chest hummed and hummed, loving and bathing in the attention. Suddenly, your black German Shepard, Crowley, entered the room. He wreaked havoc; having never made formed with other pets. Including Cas.

Guess that was what happened between Angels and Demons. You sat in your living room, Cas tailing closely behind to sit on your lap. "How about an episode of Supernatural, huh, buddy?" You asked to your pet, laughing at yourself. Here you were, alone in your middle-class apartment, talking to you pet that doesn't even understand you. Sitting back, your laughter died down as you watched the newest episode. You didn't know about anyone else, but you liked the logo or whatever. Suddenly, you got an idea.

"Wouldn't hurt to try," you whispered to yourself. Snatching up your phone, you typed away on Safari. Crowley growled and barked at your front door, his hair rising on his back. "Calm down, Crow, no one's there." You scolded, the uneasy feeling coming back into your stomach full-force. Cas meows and sprinted up the stairs to your room, hissing at nothing along the way. Your heart pounded in your chest, hammering as if it would pop out at any given moment. You tried to makes yourself to forget about it, telling yourself it was like that one cartoon Supernatural episode. When you finally reached your room, your heart stopped.

There, sifting through your underwear drawer, was an odd man. Not any you knew of, he didn't look the least bit familiar. "W-What are you doing?!" You screeched, realisation dawning on you. "You—You pervert!" The guy turned around in an instant, fear flooding his cerulean blue eyes before he disappeared. You let in a sharp intake, your mouth dropping open. "No way!" You jumped up and down. "It's all real!" You went over to your underwear drawer to see what the odd Angel wanted. You grimaced and looked through your drawer, a small smile playing your lips. He took your favourite pair of underwear with him.

Oddly enough, you weren't scared—just astounded. All of it, everything, was real. Now that, that was a feat that you were sure was just in your imagination. You turned around and heard the sound of wings and then turned right back around, a different Angel there. "Please, I don't have another favourite." You chastised. He narrowed his eyes at you, walking closer. You looked everywhere, your hands growing sweaty. "I—um—what do you want? Please—I didn't—" He grabbed your wrists bringing you close. "Where is it?" He growled out, making chills shoot down your spine. "Where are they?"

Shakily, but forcefully, you broke away from his grasp. "I don't who the hell you're talking about or what you're talking about. Hell, I don't even know what Angel you are! So get out of my room, I will not help you in your stupid quest to find the guy that took my underwear!" You weren't dumb, this guy was radiating bad vibes. The other guy, well, he radiated niceness and awkwardness—although his eyes captivated you so you couldn't get a good look to decipher who it was. Maybe you did know the guy—