➳ Supernatural Preferences & Oneshots➳

•Marking His Territory•

Sam;
Sam prefers to make his mark on you physically. It gives him way too much satisfaction to see Dean ask you how you got the "bruises" on your neck and sometimes on your chest when you wear a low cut t shirt, because they won't be there because of an injury - they're most likely the legacy of Sam sucking, kissing and biting your skin the previous night. He sits there grinning and biting his lip where Dean can't see him, with a naughty glint in his eyes. You'll always make up an excuse on the spot, in an attempt to minimalise Dean's concern, but at the same time not reveal what the real reason is. Dean knows you two are in a relationship, but because Sam is his brother, he naturally doesn't wish to hear about his sexual acts or what they leave behind. That isn't the main reason, though. Keeping things like this a secret is something you and Sam love to share. It entails a thrill you can't properly describe to do things like this, whether it be simply creating a cover up for hickeys or having sex in a place where Dean, or anyone else for that matter, could catch you in the act at any moment. Occasionally, Dean'll catch on when he thinks about why you said you got those scratch marks on your back or why you can't walk properly, and the pieces of the puzzle don't quite fit together as they should. He won't tell you or Sam, although he'll smirk about it many a time - he thinks he's on top of this. Meanwhile, you're probably on top of Sam somewhere you shouldn't be.

Dean;
Dean thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world, and, quite frankly, the sexiest person in the world too, so he's extremely wary of other men checking you out when you're in public. He's determined to show the rest of the population that's into girls that you're his and his alone. Quite often, you'll be sitting at a bar and the bartender will start talking to you with a hint of a smirk and a gleam in his eye. When this happens, Dean immediately jumps into action. Whether it's calling you "babe", "baby" or "beautiful", putting his arm round your waist or, at the worst, telling the bartender to "go screw yourself, and lay off my girlfriend", Dean is quick to ensure everyone knows what's what. Often, this will lead you to think Dean thinks you're unfaithful. When you let him know of this, he reassures you he thinks nothing of the sort, he's just a jealous man who's clinging onto you for dear life because he's unworthy of your love. Words don't come as easy to him as that, though, so he usually stumbles over them when trying to give you this particular speech. Apparently, actions speak louder than words, though, so he usually ends up kissing you to prove his point better than he can with a few sentences. With his hand up your top slightly and his fingertips brushing your back, his lips soft and gentle yet passionate on your lips, and his chest flush against yours, it all but does the trick. It also shows the man flirting with you who's yours sufficiently, while the two of you are at it.

Castiel;
At this point, Castiel is extraordinarily fond of the stock outfit he is seen wearing - the trench coat, shirt etc. Not so fond of it that he can't give it up so you can wear garments from it, though. Once he'd seen you wearing his shirt around the kitchen the morning after your first time, he became extremely attached to the idea of you wearing his clothes. He liked your smell mingling with his when you took them off and gave them back to him; he liked the way his shirt looked on you, baggy enough so you had to roll the sleeves right up; he liked the way you sometimes used his trench coat as a bathrobe when you had dried yourself off after a shower. In fact, he liked this whole affair so much he managed to cajole you into wearing his own clothes out of the place you lived in eventually. The day after you finally agreed, you wore his shirt out with him. A man in a grubby diner had asked you where you got your shirt from, and before you could answer, gone on to tell you that he liked how it looked on you, but he'd prefer the look of you if it was off. All the while, he smiled, giving you too vivid a view of his crooked, yellow teeth. You gasped and were about to think of a well deserved nasty retort for the man, when Cas told him not-so-politely that it was his shirt and he was the only one who would be seeing you without it on. After that, Cas has loved giving you his own clothes to wear out of doors and telling people at every possible opportunity that they were yours, hoping they will get the hint