Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

You Meet

Dean~ You were walking home from the bar by yourself. It was dark. The only lights were the street lights. Your motel wasn't far from the bar. As you turned a corner, you saw a group of guys. You tried to walk by fast, but one of them grabbed your arm. "Hey sexy mama. Where do you think you're going," one of them said. "Please let me go." They chuckled. "Oh baby don't be so stupid." You threw a punch at the guy holding your wrist and started running. "Come here you little bitch," the man yelled. As you were running you bumped into another guy. "Help. Please," you pointed to the men. "Dean," one asked. "Hello fellas," he replied. "Flying solo huh?" "That's what you think." Someone else cut the head off of one of the men. You screamed. The two men continued to decapitate the other men. When they were finished the shorter one looked at you, "I'm sorry you didn't need to see all of that." "W-what the hell was that?!" "Um we can explain. I'm Dean. And this is my brother Sam," he pointed to the taller man. "Those things were um vampires, he pointed to the pile of dead bodies, "You might think Dean your crazy blah blah blah, but we aren't." "I don't think you're crazy. I just think that was a little intense. I thought vampires had gone extinct, but I guess I was wrong." Both boys stared at you in astonishment. "What," Sam managed to say. "I'm not an idiot. I picked up a thing or two about this stuff in my life time." Little did you know this was the begging to a whole new life.

Sam~ You were at the library getting a few books for a paper you were writing. There was one book on the top shelf the you couldn't reach. You looked around for someone to help. There was no one you could see. When you turned back around you saw a tall guy with long hair reaching for the book. He grabbed it with ease. You sighed thinking he wanted it and started to walk off. "Um excuse me I think you wanted this," you heard a voice from behind you. You turned to him and smiled, "Thanks. Sorry I thought you were grabbing it for yourself." "No problem. I'm Sam," he handed you the book. "I'm (y/n). Thanks again Sam. See you around?" "Ya," he smiled and walked off.

Castiel~ You were with Sam and Dean on a hunt. It was werewolves. During the night you all tried to track it down. Turned out there were five of them. You were trying to fight off one when another came and scratched your side. You screamed and dropped to the ground. The other scratched your leg. Dean and Sam shit them with a silver bullet before anything else happened. You were breathing heavy. "Guys help help." Profanities were leaving your mouth. Sam kneeled down to you. "Dean where's the nearest hospital," Sam asked. "I don't know. Maybe and hour away." "She's not gonna make it and hour." An idea popped into Dean's head. He started praying to Castiel out loud. "What the hell is he doing," you screamed, "I need medical help." Just then you saw a man in a trench coat behind Sam. "Sam there's someone behind you." You were loosing a lot of blood. "It's our friend Castiel. He's an angel." "Cas you need to heal her now," you heard Dean say. Castiel looked at you with sadness in his eyes. He walked up to you and pressed to fingers to your forehead. Then you blacked out.

Crowley~ Everyone you ever loved was dead. The last person you had left was your best friend, and now she had stage four brain cancer. She only had about three months left. You had heard about a cross-roads demon from your old friends Sam and Dean. So one day after visiting your friend you went to the cross-roads. You put the box in the ground and waited. "Hello? Anyone there?" "Hello darling," there was a voice behind you. You turned and say a man in a black suit. "What can I do for ya?" He had a Scottish accent. "I heard you make deals?" "I do yes." "Can you cure my friend." "What's she got?" "Brain cancer." "How long she got to live?" "About three months." "Tell ya what I'll cure her and in ten years I'll be back." "Back for what?" "Nothing important." "Back for what," you said this time more firmly. "Ooh getting feisty are we?" "Back for what?!" "Your soul love. You make a deal with me, and I get your soul in ten years." "Ten years?" "Yes. Same deal I give everyone." You thought for a moment. Is your soul really worth only ten years with her? "I need and answer love." "N-no." "What was that? I didn't quite hear ya." "No." "You're going to let your only friend die because you don't want to give me your soul." "Ya. Sounds about right." "Alright then." With that he was gone. You sighed knowing you'll have to live with that design for the txt of your life.

Adam~ You were at a Twins game with your dad and uncle. While they were using the bathroom you went and got a pop from one of the stands. On the way back someone bumped into you and spilled your pop all over you. "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry," you heard someone say. You looked up and saw a guy around your age. "Um come with me. I'll get you some napkins and buy you another pop." You were so embarrassed. "O-ok. Thanks." You two started walking back towards the stand you came from. "I'm Adam by the way." "I'm (y/n)." You got to the stand and he bought you a new pop. "Thanks again," you said. "Ya I'm really sorry about your shirt." "It's fine." The both of you started walking back to the bathrooms. You saw your dad and uncle. "So I'll see you later," you smiled. "Ya," he replied. "With that you walked off.