Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

He Comes to Your Sporting Event

Dean: None of the boys had time to really watch Tv, nonetheless sports. But when you told him you had a volleyball game tomorrow, he was totally on board. Some of you believed it was only because he wanted to see you in spandex. It's the night of the game and your getting nervous once you see Dean walk in with not just Sammy and Castiel, but Balthazar, Gabriel, Crowley (surprisingly), and Charlie. Your coach called you out on the floor and you looked away from your friends, focusing on the game. The ball came at you and you slid on your stomach to reach it, arms outstretched, and you felt content when it went straight up. Your team cheered after they made the point and the crowd was just as excited. You stole a glance to see Dean holding up a thumbs with a beer in his other hand.

Sam: You may be at least a foot shorter than him but it didn't stop you for going out for a basketball team. When you came back to bunker screaming about how you were on the team, Sam promised to be at your first game. Keeping to his word and two weeks later, and Sam was there with Dean, popcorn in hand, and waving around a Pom Pom with your school's colors. You rolled your eyes and bowed for him, before having your coach yell at you for not paying attention during warm-ups.

Castiel: Soccer. You've been doing it since you were a little girl and if you ever had any self doubts, your skills as a goalie was not one. You've been trained to be fast and not let a ball get past you. When the first game of the season came around, you mentioned it to Cas but he didn't seem interested at all. Slightly hurt and disappointed you asked the boys if they would come- but they were away on a hunting trip. So that afternoon you went to the game without anybody there to support you. Halfway through the game and you were sweaty and muddy, having dove a couple times for the ball. The ball was on the other side of the field when you heard a strange flapping. You knew it all too familiar and glanced to your left, seeing Castiel squinting in the distance. "Jeez Cas! I'm trying to play a game!" You look around frantically but luckily nobody's watching. "You have to leave before you get me in trouble." You shove his shoulder and he looks down at you. "But from this viewpoint, the game is so much better."

Crowley: Baseball was America's sport and you loved it. What you didn't love about this softball game was that you were losing. And you hated losing. You were up to bat so you prayed to everything holy (and not too holy) that you could maybe hit a home run and get us a step closer to winning. The ball's thrown at you and you swing, hearing a pleasantly sickening crack. You don't hesitate and sprint to the first base, loving the frantic screaming of your team mates and the crunch of dirt beneath your feet. From the corner of your eye you see the ball coming back to the person at the base and you slide with your leg out, praying some more that you'll make it. And hell yes when you do! Until the heavy foot comes down on your knee. You let out a sharp cry and fall against the dirt and in the midst of it all you hear the loud commanding voice of the King of Hell. "Get out of the way! All of you or I'll kill you all!" In three seconds flat he's by your side with a medical demon.