Supernatural Boyfriend Scenarios 2.0

1. First Meeting

Arthur Ketch~

The chilly night breeze carries your hair up from where it's resting as you wait for the boys to arrive. Your foot taps impatiently on the bords of the dock but the water below is calm. Slow ripples around the legs of the dock fanning out.

Sam and Dean are officially late. You look down to check the time on your phone, and groan in annoyance as you see it's thirty (30) minutes past your arranged meeting time.

Hearing the sound of car tires and a low purring engine close by, you quickly turn around and head off the dock just in time to see the infamous black chevy impala pull into the gravel parking lot next to the lake.

"You're late." Is the first thing that falls from your mouth as you near the men climbing out from the car. "And waiting is boring."

Dean snorts, and shakes his head in either amusement or annoyance. You genuinely can't tell which. "We brought food if that helps."

As you reach your friends, a third man steps out from the back of the car. Handcuffed and looking dead inside as he shuts his door, and Dean glares at him.

"Get back in before I shoot you."

The hostility in Dean's voice suprises you, and you shift awkwardly on your feet as you watch the man straighten and glance over to you.

"So this is the vampire you're tossing me to? Forgive me but she doesn't quite look how I had imagined. Although I will hand it to you, she's lived longer then any of your other female friends so far." His voice is smooth, and with an accent, and you feel an uncomfortable shiver run down your spine at the tone of his voice.

"Wait, wait wait. This is the, and I quote, 'asshole traitor' you needed me to hide?" You wrinkle your nose and take a moment to lock onto his scent to ensure you can keep track of him while he's out of sight, and your brow furrows in confusion. "He smells like tea, old paper and blood. Dude, your soap doesn't mask all of that blood by far."

Sam coughs, hiding his amusemment as he hands you a tranquilizer. "Yeah. Use this if he gets to be too much, and if you need help you know our numbers."

Your mouth stretches to an amused grin as you take the tranq and slip into an inside pocket on your jacket. "Can't I just knock him out with my fists?" You eye the decidedly british man, who scoffs, and your eyes narrow.

"You can try I guess, but with your luck, you're the one who would lose that fistfight. He's a-"

"-British men of letters. Yeah I got your text." With a shake of your head as you interrupt the flannel-clad older Winchester, you step forwards to motion towards Arthur Ketch. "If that's all, we should split now. I've got hunting to do this weekend and we have to go over rules for when I'm gone."

Benny Lafitte~

Your breathing is heavy, and shaky as you run. Your heart pounding in our chest as you wade through a shallow stream and finally start seeing lights from the town.

I'm so close

Growls sound beside you, and you hold back a scream as you hear their footsteps approaching, not wanting to give away your postition, although you know they can smell you.

The moment you look over your shoulder is the moment it all goes south, and you choke out a gasp as you trip over an exposed tree root. You hit the forest floor hardm cutting your palm on a rock as you try to catch yourself, and hear the laughter of the vampire brothers behind you as they catch up to you.

"You thought you could run? Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but no one ever gets away from us." The older brother grabs your arms, and a sharp toothed grin widens his mouth as he smells the blood on your hand. You struggle in his grasp, and scream as loudly as you can in hopes of someone hearing, but the younger brother clamps a hand over your mouth.