Supernatural x Reader/ Preferences

How they become your Dad.

Dean: Its the middle of winter, December to be exact, you are barley 6 months old you cry in your box with you blanket wrapped around you, so lose it almost flus off in the wind. Your box lays between two buildings, a pub and a store, the buildings block the snow from getting to you, but you are still cold. You scream and cry hoping someone will find you in your little show box and take you home, take you and keep you warm.
You hear footsteps rapidly coming towards you, grunts and words you can't quite make out full the air. You begin to cry harder as the footsteps get closer, you are so scared and cold all you can do is cry and squint your eyes closed and hope you'll open them in a nice warm crone with a caring mom and dad to come to every cry you make.
"Dammit Sam! Help!" You hear a husky voice say, footsteps get more rapid.
"Get the holy water!" The same voice says again, you open your eyes to see three men, a tall one, slightly shorter man and finally a very skinny man who's the same height as the slightly shorter man. The skinny man has the man his height pressed against the wall of the pub as the tall man is opening something. He throws whatever was in the thing at the man causing a noise along with screaming to fill the air. The man lets the other man go from the wall, the man who was against the wall stabs him causing him to fall to the ground, then a black smoke leaves the body lifeless on the ground.
"Is that a baby?" The taller man says as he walks over to you in your show box.
"It is..." The shorter man picks you up and looks at you, you are now close enough to see his smile spread across his face and the taller man come next to him with his longish hair falling in his face.
"We going to keep her?" The taller man asks.
"Of course Sam! We can't let her die!"
"What are we going to name her?"
"(Y/n)...little (y/n)."
Sam:"Stop your crying dammit!" Your mother growls at you.
She lays you down on the table in the kitchen. You sit up on your own since your 4, she was just a trying you hoping you'd shut up.
"Mommy I'm hungry." You cry.
"SHUT UP I DONT CARE!" She yells.
"Mommy what's wrong?"
"I'm not your mommy? Your mothers dead!" She slaps you.
"But mommy..." Suddenly footsteps that have been following what you thought was your mom come down the stairs.
"Get her Sam!" A man yells as a tall man comes from behind him at your mom with a knife. When he stab her she lights up red in a few places then falls lifeless to her knees then to the ground.
"MOMMY!" You scream in tears.
"That wasn't your mom." The shorter man says as he drags your mothers body out the front door of the house.
"What's your name sweetheart?" The tall man squats down to your level since you had jumped off the table.
"(Y/n) I'm four."
"Ok (y/n) I'm Sam and that's Dean. Will you come with me?" You nod he leads you to a black car in the driveway and puts you in the back seat.
"Can you wait here for me?" He quickly walks away and digs a hole with Dean to burry your mother.
Castiel: You walk alone in the park, it's in the middle of June so the park is full of people. No one seems to care that a 5 year old us walking around without a parent. You sit on a bench and swing your feet just thing about what your mom might've looked like, you wouldn't know you where taken away from her at birth and given to a foster family, but you ran. You ran till your legs couldn't carry you anymore, you hated your foster family they treated you like a slave all the anger built up till you couldn't take it anymore so you decided to run away. Suddenly the flapping of wings pulls you out of your train of thought.
"Hello (y/n), why aren't you with your family?" A man in a trench coat says with a deep voice.
"How do you know my name..." your voice shakes.
"My name is Castiel and I am a Angel of The Lord."
"Yea ok whatever, and they aren't my family, I don't have a family."
"That's very grown up for a 5 year old."
"What do you want Castiel?"
"To give you a good life, (y/n) come with me I'll be your father, I'll keep you safe." And with those words you felt the love of this angel, you knew he ment it so you agreed.
Crowley: You where just 4 months old when it happened, your mother screamed as a black smoke filled her body. Her all black eyes where set on you, she picks you up in silence. Suddenly the sounds of hell fill your little ears. You begin to cry, all the screams make it to where no one can hear your cries. To your suprise what used to be your mother suddenly becomes sweet and caring again.
"Shhh, baby it'll be ok." You look up to see your mothers regular green eyes staring down at you, a smile spreads across your tiny face until her eyes go black again.
She begins to sprint through the hallways till she gets to a set if huge metal doors. In one hand she holds you close the other she flings one door open.
"My king here is the baby." She kneels and hold you up, you try to squirm out of her grip but before you can a man picks you up and looks over your tiny little body then smiles.
"My little princess." He whispers.
"Why did you want a baby my king if you don't mind m-"
"Quiet!" His voice raises with a hateful tone.
"Don't question the king!" He growls then kisses your forehead.
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