Supernatural preferences

Thoughts on being a hunter

(Not mine)

Dean:
HOT. He so rarely find hunters that can manage to look bad-ass and graceful at the same time and you fit that forte. He could watch for hours, though he'd never admit it, when you slayed the monsters you hunted together. He loved seeing the stance you settle into when you raised your gun, he loved the way your delicate fingers wrapped around a knife because he knew as soon as your dainty hands met those weapons, they had turned deadly.

Sam:
Sam tries (and mostly fails) at convincing you to just stay and be their research buddy. You, being an experienced hunter, not only disagreed but plain out ignored is pleas most hunts. There were the occasional ones where you were just too tired to have the same fight over again. When you're on hunts together Sam practically looms over you, trying to protect you with his one large frame. He ever let the two of you split up, followed you like a lost puppy just to make sure you were safe.

Cas:
Cas hates it. He hates the fact that he's constantly called to Heaven for some errand or another. Cas liked to see you fight because he knew his grace was protecting you. He'd never admit it, knowing that the tingling feeling of power the grace provided could easily be brushed off as adrenaline. When Cas can't be with you during a fight, he constantly checks in on Earth, checking to make sure your soul still inhabits it.

Crowley:
A nuisance. Crowley never understood why you insisted on hunting after you had moved in with him. You were royalty now, pampered to the nines with no need to pester yourself with trivial work. He tried time and time again to tell you to stop, that you're wasting precious time you could have with him running around with some lumberjacks. He always mentions all the elegant dinners and parties you missed whilst you were away in some backroad town, yet, he failed to tell you of all the worrying he did, of the demons he sent to keep an eye on you, of the way his face paled when one of his demons had reported that you had been scratched by a monster. Those little details were never shared, because of course, no one wants an emotional king.

Gabriel:
Gabe was fine with you hunting because he loved being the hero. He adored being the knight in shining armor that got to flutter into the fight just as it looked like you've been beaten and save you and the boys. He'd begun doing it when he started falling for you, a way to impress you. Of course it never really worked but you always giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek for trying to be selfless. Now, years later, well into your relationship, Gabe still does it, still grasping for your attention.