Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Gabriel Imagine

You sorry sons of bitches.

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Oh, Gabriel won't like this.

You smiled sweetly at the two boys, sipping your drink occasionally. They both fought over each other for your attention, and you put them down as drunk. "Hello," the tall one smiled down at you, attempting to win you over with just his smile. "Hello to you, too," you laughed as the other one shoved him roughly aside. "I'm Dean," the shorter one said, leaning against the counter. "Mind if I buy you a drink?" You looked at your glass, seeing it almost empty.

If they were going to flirt with you, you might as well use it to your advantage. "I wouldn't mind another one." You admitted, sitting the glass in your hands down on the bar. "Two of what she had," Dean said to the bartender, not moving his gaze from you. Tall Guy sat next to you, taking a swig of his drink.

"I'm Sam, but you can call me whatever you want." You big back the urge to laugh. Did he really? You smiled at Sam, entertained. "How about...hm, Sam?" He grinned goofily and you just shook your head, nodding at Dean when he gave you the drink. You swirled the ice in it, finally taking a big drink.

Gabriel was so going to be pissed when he finds out. You could just hear him now: "Listen up, you great bags of dicks!"

You chuckled slightly to yourself, taking the time to enjoy all the flirtation. Of course you didn't like either of them—albeit that they were cute—but you didn't want to shoot them down and hurt their poor egos.

Men and their need to prove their masculinity and sex appeal.

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Gabriel was in your room when you got back the following morning, looking upset. "Where were you?" He said when you had taken the time to pull of the heels. You still looked perfectly fine as when you had left, no dancing no nothing; you just say and chatted with Sam and Dean while they hit on you.

Ah, they were relentless, hot guys. But, you would never go for them. After all that you had heard from Gabe about them, you were sure you didn't want to have a night with one of them.

"Out." You replied simply, sitting on your bed and smiling at your big brother. Gabriel looked away, a pissed expression on his face. "Not what I meant, [Y/N]!" You sighed and gave him a tired look. You were tired from being out all night and you needed some beauty sleep before you went all Godzilla on everyone near you.

"At a bar, ok?" Gabriel stopped right in front of you, eyeing you suspiciously. "What happened at the bar?" Too tired to fight, you spilled. "I met these two guys, who were constantly flirting with me all night, and I just talked to them." His stare didn't waver, making you cave in deeper. Gabriel was your brother, and you couldn't lie to him.

"And their names were Sam and Dean."

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Gabriel was gone and in front of the two brothers before you could blink after you told him everything. They both jumped and started to grab their weapons before he snapped angrily. "You sorry sons of bitches!" Dean stopped. Sam stared at the Angel. "What? Why the hell are you here?"

Gabriel slammed the table across the room, sending it crashing into a wall. They both stared at him. "Flirting with my sister! How dare you!" Dean stumbled back. Sam just stood there, frozen. "I—I—" Gabriel stalked up to Sam.

"Mr. Call-me-whatever-you-want," Sam flushed and Gabriel punched him in the jaw. "Never talk to her again, you hear me?" He hissed, Dean approaching him on his brothers behalf. "I don't give a shit, don't hit my brother or your feathery ass will die." Gabriel glared at Dean before pushing him against the wall, their eyes locked angrily. "I don't appreciate people messing with her. And you better watch your mouth—it can get you killed." Gabriel pulled away roughly, making Dean sputter to get air.