Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Jared Padalecki Imagine

It's all real, everything.

-2013-

You jumped on your bed in anticipation, ready for the Supernatural show to start. "C'mon!" You complained at the previous shows credits. "Hurry up." Finally, your show rolled in, a photo of the boys and Cas filling your screen. You plopped down on your elbows, holding close a pillow incase you got the urge to cry, scream, or squeezed the non-life out of the pillow in anticipation. You never knew, the feels; they were everywhere.

"Dean," you saw and listened as Sam called out to Dean, your interested peaking at Sam's nervousness. Why would he be nervous? You settled in your bed for the 40 minute show. You watched and squeezed the pillow every now and then, banging your head on it several times out of anger or just that urge.

You being you, you weren't the socialite that your parents hope you would be. Instead, you preferred Netflix over parties, apple juice over beer, up late watching your shows instead of up late for sneaking out. You were never the one to do drugs or abuse your license—even if your parents gave you beer. Sometimes, you swore your parents would be happy to see you come home late one night at four a.m., drunk off your ass, and reeking of marijuana. The only times you did act like a teen, when you snuck out to a local bar at one in the morning, it was because you were stressed beyond relief.

After today and that episode, you were in dire need of sneaking out. After all, a little bit of bad girl you shone and won through sometimes.

The crickets were chirping, playing their late night sonata. Quietly, you crossed the room from your bed to your door. Opening the window, you cringed and hissed lowly when it creaked. But you went on anyway. Your feet trembled at the edge of the roof, having this always been your least favourite part. "You can do it," you coaxed to yourself, the phrase becoming a mantra. In the last graceful way you could possibly imagine, you leaped off the roof and tumbled into the lush grass below that was covered in late-night dew.

You jogged down the street and made a few right and left turns before showing up at the bar, the OPEN sign shining bright with a few bugs buzzing around it. You went inside, the stench of alcohol filling your nose. Not that you would be complaining, seeing as it did cure your miraculously from stress. You sat down at the bar and ordered a beer while looking around. Nothing out of the ordinary. When you got your drink, you could feel someone beside you with their heavy stare. "What," you snapped. "Do you want?" The guy smiled mischievously, rolling a coin between his thumb and forefinger in a fluid and seamless motion.

You watched him steadily and wearily, afraid something might happen. "Why, darling," his voice was rich and thick with an accent. He was young enough to pass barely over 20. "I'm here to make your dreams," the man touched your chin, making you look at him. "come true."

You bit back laughter. "Deceitful one, aren't you?" You laughed, taking a swig of your beverage. The man looked annoyed. "Look, you get ten years and I get your—" he paused. "Say, how 'bout we take this outside real quick? No strings attached?" You grew anxious, expecting the worst. "Great, let's go." The man snapped his fingers and you were in an alleyway, your head clogged as if you drank three beers. "You did. Drink three beers I mean. Quite a feat for young lady like you." You didn't believe him, but gave the guy the benefit of the doubt.

Strangely, you felt something screaming and panicking in you but had no reason why. You looked up at him, your eyes narrowing. "How are you suppose to make my dreams come true, you fairy?" The man winced, rolling his eyes. "I'm not a fairy," he spat the words with venom. "just tell me what you wish for and, bam," he snapped his fingers quickly. "it's reality." No harm done, a voice crowed in your head, take it up, take it up, take it up. Maybe he's telling the truth. You chewed the inner part of your cheek, reluctantly agreeing. "But no scams!" You warned. "No killing me or taking my wish away before time due and defiantly no loop holes or I will kill you."