Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Preference - How You Met

Dean: You had been raised to be a hunter your entire life, hunting ran through your blood. While on a hunt, you'd gotten a call from a friend about a couple odd killings in a small neighborhood; seemed like your kinda thing. Wearing your dark grey pencil skirt, and black long sleeved blouse, you hobbled over to the crime scene.

"Hello, I'm here to investigate the recent killings," you coughed awkwardly as you held up your badge.

The police man nodded curtly before replying, "your men are already over there," he directed you.

You were surprised to hear someone from the 'FBI' was already there, or there at all. You strolled over as you looked up to see two men wearing suits. "Hello boys."

The blonde stood up straight before eying you up and down, before smirking.

Sam: You stood over your newly dead father, whispering to yourself, asking why this had happened. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you softly closed your eyes. As soon as they seemed to shut, the door was opened, you could hear two men bickering.

"Another killing, sounds like it could be a demon."

You froze where you sat, a demon?

The men walked into where you sat, hunched up over the body of your lifeless care taker.

The tall one held up a gun to you, startling you even more, you cried out in surprise. He soon realized you were of no threat before moving his gun down.

"Who are you?"

Castiel: You had been hunting with the Winchesters on-and-off again for the past year. You hadn't heard anything from them for a while so you decided it was time to check out what was going on with them.

You arrived at their known location, opening up the door with your given key, you waltzed in.

"Boys!" You chanted. You walked around, seeing no one in the bunker, you decided to turn around and sit on the couch to wait for them, until you bumped into a man.

He had dark hair with a confused expression on his face. "Are you supposed to be here", he asked while he tilted his head over.

You looked him up and down, "yes." You replied casually, "who are you?"

He un-tilted his head before replying, "I'm an angel of the lord."

Crowley: You're currently a crossroads demon. You quite enjoy the life you had been granted, but sometimes it can be tricky. One mess up, and you're on a one way ticket to death... Again.

One night, you're summoned by one of the stupid Winchester boys, you zap away to go meet them. Of course, Sam's selling his soul again, yada yada yada.

But then you mess up.

You lose his soul, you lose your deal. Crowley hears about this, and summons you.

You'd never met the King of Hell, so this was extremely nerve wracking. You cracked open the door to meet the expressionless gaze of none other than the man himself.

"Hello, darling," he sighed with a bored smile.

Lucifer: Find him.

That was the most important thing you had to do.

Lucifer had recently been cast out of the pits of hell, and now he was planning on creating havoc. If he wasn't found, then that meant the end of the world...

Dean, Sam, and you had been researching all day and all night, then finally, one day you find it. You realize what you all must do.

Sam and Dean approach where they think Lucifer is, you trailing behind. To say you were scared was an understatement.

The door creaked open as you all busted inside, soon being flocked by his followers, you were all cast to the man himself.

His smirk shown on his face cockily, "hello Winchesters, oh. I see you have a little pet now, too."

Balthazar: You were lazily watching television at home. Living the normal life, enjoying the little things.

While a commercial popped up, you decided now would be a perfect time to get up and get a snack. You yawned out loud, not caring since you were supposedly home alone.

Rubbing the back of your neck, and stretching out your limbs, you looked up around the kitchen.

A charming man stood there rummaging through your cabinets, making little to no noise. A true thief.

"Excuse me?" You asked sassily, not caring if this man had a weapon on him, "what the hell are you doing with MY Cheetos?"

Gabriel: My entire life was a mess.

I worked as a sleezy bar waitress, my family cut all ties with me, and now my boyfriend has broken up with me to be with my cousin. Can life get any worse?

Apparently it can.

A stubborn young man had been eying you all night, hunger creeping into his drinkers eyes as he precariously swayed over to where you currently were working.

"He- hello!" He said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes before attempting to walk away. Before you could go far, though, he had grasped your arm and had held you back. You squealed in disgust at his unruly actions before another, more handsome, man approached you. This one actually gave help.

"Hey, um, Al? Al is it?" The mysteriously charming man asked, without waiting for a response he shook his head and continued. "Hey, man, yeah. Stop touching her, can't you see she's not a desperate whore(ex-squeeze my language) looking for a 'good'", he paused to make little air notes, "time."

You sighed as the rude man let go, suddenly looking around as if he had forgotten where he was.

"Thanks," you smiled genuinely at the kind man.

He smirked before winking at you and walking away.

~Amber✖️