Supernatural Boyfriend/Girlfriend Scenarios

You Meet Him

Gabriel:
     Your brothers called you in for help because they had just gotten a case that didn't make any sense. Three guys had all been attacked in some form or another. The first by a ghost, the second by aliens, and the third by an alligator in the sewer.
     It didn't make sense to you either but you had a theory. You called Bobby to come down and help. He revealed that it was a trickster causing all the chaos which was close to your guess.
    So, together, you came up with a plan.
    The boys went down to the campus to find out if the janitor was the trickster but they got into a fight before they could decide. Dean rushed in to fight the trickster and you, Sam, and Bobby followed close behind. 
    You entered the room first, interrupting Gabriel's rant.
    "And who's this lovely lady with you?" Gabriel asked, staring at you.
    "Don't even look at my sister!" Dean said, getting pissed.
    Gabriel kept his gaze on you. "What's your name, sugar?"
    You didn't mind his staring as you thought he was attractive too. He was a little taller than you, dressed in a janitor's uniform which somehow looked good on him, messy dark brown hair with a golden shine on it, golden whiskey eyes, and that adorable, carefree smile on his face.
    Your eyes locked onto his before you answered, "(Y/n) Winchester."
    You got lost in his gaze as he responded, "Such a beautiful name, sweetheart."
    While he was distracted with you, Sam and Bobby walked in. The confrontation that followed ended up with Gabriel dead. Some part of you felt sad but another part of you knew he wasn't really dead.

Sam:
    You'd been staying on earth for awhile, ever since saying goodbye to your father. 
    You were the princess of hell, the only daughter of Crowley, and, because of your high status, there were those who would do whatever you wanted while others wanted you dead.
    Eventually, you learned that Abaddon was after you, hoping to get some leverage to knock your father off his throne. He knew you had no choice but to leave. You said goodbye to him and hugged him tightly, not knowing when or if you'd ever see him again.
    You started travelling, fighting off the demons that came after you. You were passing through one small town and were staying a hotel for the night when they came after you again. You killed a couple but the rest got away.
   The next morning, you got a knock at the door. You opened it to find a very tall, very attractive man in a suit at the door.
   "Good morning, ma'am. I am Detective Branson. Can I ask you a few questions?"
   "Sure. Come in." You set him down at the table. "Would you like something to drink, detective? I got a few sodas, beer, water."
   "A beer will be just fine."
    You opened the fridge and handed the detective his drink. He thanked you and opened the beer, taking a quick drink. You found yourself distracted by him. The detective was ridiculously tall, like 6 foot 5 by your guess, with long brown hair that fell down to his shoulders, pretty hazel eyes, broad shoulders, and muscular body covered by his suit.
   The detective began asking you questions and you answered, keeping your status as the princess of demons and your family's identity a secret. His hazel eyes followed your facial expressions as you spoke.
   About an hour later, he finished asking you questions and said goodbye but you had a feeling that that wouldn't be the last time you saw him.

Dean:
    You were tired, stressed, and just needed a good, stiff drink to unwind. 
    Being an angel of the Lord in a world that he had decided to abandon while trying to help your brother put heaven back together after all the crap that had happened because of Metatron and Lucifer. So you decided a drink was a good idea.
    You sat at the bar, ordering drink after drink, barely even buzzed by the time most people would've passed out. Worse still, you ran out of money and the bartender would no longer serve you. 
    At that moment, someone sat down next to you and said, "Let me buy you a drink."
   You looked over at the attractive man. Even sitting down, he was tall, definitely 6 foot at least, with short  brown hair, beautiful green eyes, and a muscular body covered in a t-shirt, blue jeans, and a brown leather jacket.
    "Sure. I'm (y/n)."
    "Dean." You noticed he had a sexy, deep voice.
    You spent a good few hours with Dean, getting to know him and you really liked him even though he was human and you were an angel. You hoped to see him again.

Castiel:
    You are best friends with the Winchester brothers and helped them on cases often. 
    Because of your powers as a Seer, often you would help the boys to avoid catastrophes although you needed to be careful not to reveal too much so as to avoid a whole different catastrophe.
    One day, the guys asked you to come by because they needed to talk to you. You were highly worried about your friends so you jumped in your car and rushed to the bunker as fast as you could, basically putting the pedal to the metal the whole time.
    Finally, you reached the bunker and jumped out your car, rushing to the door. The second you were in the door, you yelled, "Sam! Dean!"
    They came rushing from another room and tackled you into a hug. "We missed you!" They both yelled.
    "Why did you call me?" you asked. "What's the emergency?"
    "Nothing." Dean said. 
    "Nothing?! You had me rush down here and almost get arrested thinking that something terrible had happened to your guys for nothing?"
    Sam quickly responded. "There's someone we'd like you to meet."
    "Cas!" Dean called.
    "Hello, Dean." said a deep voice from behind you.
    You turned to see a tall, attractive man standing there. He was tall, with short black hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and muscular, dressed in a white button down shirt, black pants, dress shoes, blue tie, and a tan trenchcoat.
    "Cas, this is our friend, (y/n)."
    "Hello, (y/n). I am Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord."
    "Hi, Cas."