Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Preference #1

How you met

Dean:

The night you met Dean you were at a bar near your motel after an extremely difficult hunt. Halfway through your first beer, a freckled stranger with sandy blond hair took the seat next to you. He waved the bartender over and said,
"I'll have whatever she's got."
Turning towards you and winking. You simply lifted an eyebrow in silent greeting and chuckled before turning your attention back towards the drink in your hand. He hit on you relentlessly the entire night, while your only replies were polite declines. (Aside from a few snarky comments, but he deserved them.) It wasn't that you weren't interested, but in your line of work you found it best not to get attached. So he left that night without so much as a name from you, but for some reason he couldn't get you out of his head, and you couldn't get him out of yours. Several days later you met once again while hunting the same djinn. Realizing the two of you shared the same lifestyle; you became more open, and the two of you became great friends. He was always there for you, waiting for the day when you would fall for him like he had fallen for you the first time he laid eyes on you. Eventually you came around, realizing he was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

Sam:

You met Sam at the library. It was one of the few days you happened to have to yourself, and you decided to take advantage of it by finding a good book to read. You searched for the book you selected until eventually spotting the title along its spine on the top shelf. You rolled your eyes and desperately looked around. Finding that there were no librarians in sight, you attempted to step on the first shelf in order to reach the book. Doing so, your finger tips barely grazed the bottom and you huffed in frustration. Straining towards it, you felt a hand over yours. In shock you stumbled off the shelf only to be caught by the same stranger. You quickly stood up and took in his appearance. It was a man, a very tall man with longish brown hair and soft brown eyes framed by lashes to die for.
"Thank you." You said grabbing your book when he offered it with a small smile. He chuckled saying; "Watch out. I might not be there to catch you next time."
And with a wink, he disappeared around the corner. But little did you know he would be there to catch you time and time again, and you, to catch him.

Castiel:

You met Cas after a hunt, you'd been hunting with the Winchesters for the past month or so and they had mentioned him a few times, but not often.
Blood stained and exhausted, you shut the door to your half of the adjoining rooms you had with Sam and Dean. After a long shower, you changed into a white t-shirt that just brushed over your thighs. But as you were about to get into bed, you heard a deep voice behind you.
"Hello," it said. Startled, your hunting instincts kicked in and you didn't even look before grabbing the knife under your pillow and pouncing on whatever it was in your room. You found yourself straddling a handsome man with tousled dark hair and bright blue eyes. You stared down at him in confusion before Sam and Dean burst through the door.
"Oh," they mumbled in unison.
"I see the two of you have met." Dean smirked, trying to contain his laughter. You stared at them in confusion, and then at the man you were still currently pinning down. He furrowed his brow and squirmed beneath you before disappearing into thin air. Your eyes widened as you look around the room desperately. Behind you, someone cleared their throat, making you jump up in surprise once again.
"Fuck!" You exclaimed. "Will someone just tell me what's going on here?"
The dark haired man tilted his head slightly before exclaiming,
"I am Castiel, an Angel of the Lord." Your jaw dropped in surprise while the two Winchesters began to laugh at you. You grumbled a few impolite phrases about them and their angel before shoving the three out of your room and locking the door.
"I do not understand." You could hear Castiel say from the other side of the door.
"She's a woman, Cas. No one understands them." Dean responded, making sure he was loud enough for you to hear. You rolled your eyes and flopped down on your bed, your cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment you didn't want them seeing. Little did you know, you would warm up to this angel sooner than you thought.

A/N
okay, so this being my first preference, like, ever I know it isn't the best. But I'll improve over time. Mind my various errors because I did this on my phone and it was pretty rushed since I felt obliged to post something other than an author's note.
Please leave comments, requests, and votes!
P.S I'm aware that the Cas one is a bit longer than the rest, so I'll admit to getting slightly carried away with it. Oops.