Supernatural Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

How You Meet - Crowley and Gabriel

Crowley:

You sat on the edge of the bed in the rundown motel room. Your elbows rested on your knees and your head hung forward. You'd just returned from taking out a vampire nest. You managed to wipe all the assholes out, but you were hurt and tired. You ran a hand down your face trying to get up enough energy to get in the shower. You hated going to bed dirty. 

Finally, you pushed yourself to your feet and stripped off your clothes. Your phone rang and you snatched it off the nightstand where you'd put it to charge when you got back from the hunt.

"Yeah?" you answered.

"Y/N? It's Sam."

One of the infamous Winchester brothers you were fortunate enough to call friend. "Hey, Sammy. What's up? I haven't talked to you in what, three or four weeks?"

"About that. Listen, has anything odd happened lately?"

You snorted a laugh. You were a hunter. Odd happened everyday. "You're going to have to be more specific, Sam."

"Listen, Y/N," Dean's deep voice suddenly came over the line. "You seen any Scottish guys lately? Kind of full of themselves? Popping up in odd places?"

"That's a big no, Winchester. I don't even want to know what you've gotten yourself into this time." You raked a hand through your hair, wincing as you encountered a large knot. "Anything else you need? If not, I need to go wash the vampire off so I crash."

"Vampires?" Dean asked surprised. "You aren't in East Tennessee by any chance are you?"

"Yep. They're done and dusted."

"Scratch Tennessee off the list, Sammy. Y/N got 'em already," Dean said away from the phone then came back to say, "See you later, doll. Take care of yourself."

"You, too." You tossed the phone on the bed and went into the bathroom. The pressure was questionable but the water was hot and you happily climbed into the shower. You finished washing the rest of the gunk from your hair and sighed in relief.

"Well hello, darling. It seems I came at just the right time," a rough Scottish voice said, causing you to jump. 

You grabbed the curtain and wrapped it around yourself as you peered out at the man leaning against the doorframe. Short dark hair and matching stubble framed his face. He smirked and made a show of looking you over from head to toe. "Hello, Y/N. I'm Crowley, king of Hell. Pleasure to meet you."

Gabriel:

You wandered across campus, music blasting in your ears from your mp3 player. You moved your head in time with the beat and pulled another gummy worm from the bag in your hand. Gummies were your favorite. You bit the heads off the bears, but the worms you sucked on until they started to disintegrate. 

A man coming from the opposite direction smiled as he saw what you were eating. Without missing a step, you held out the bag as he passed and he grinned as he took one. You gave him a little wave and stepped past him until something you saw, made you stop cold. You tugged your headphones from your ears as you gaped after the stranger. Wings were folded behind him. Huge, feathery, gorgeous wings. No one else gave any indication of seeing them.

You'd seen some strange things around campus, but this took the cake. There weren't any conventions in town that you knew of, besides it was the middle of the week. And those were way too nice for your school's theater department. You realized you had turned to follow him. He was waiting to cross the street and somehow you just knew if he did, you'd never see him again.

"Hey wings," you yelled. His back stiffened but he didn't turn. "I'm talking to you goldy!" you shouted trying once more to get his attention by referencing the white and gold color of the feathers on the wings. 

He turned slowly and met your gaze. He walked straight to you without looking around. Grasping your arm in a gentle hold, he looked over your face. "What is your name?" he asked.

"Y/N Y/L/N," you answered without hesitation. His proximity made it impossible for you to ignore how handsome he was. 

"Why did you call me wings? and goldy?"

"Well, um..." you trailed off thinking it was rather obvious. "Those." You gestured to the wings on his back and watched with wide eyes as he extended them to the sides. They were enormous, and breathtaking. 

He glanced around to make sure no one was listening. He leaned toward you, still keeping his gaze locked on yours. "You can see my wings?"

"Of course."

He looked at you a moment more before a wide grin lit up his whole face. He snatched another gummy from your bag and bit it in two. "Fantastic. My name's Gabriel."