Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

He Gets Jealous

Dean: The bartender has been chatting you up for the past twenty minutes straight and while Dean has tried to be calm and keep a level-head about the situation, he can't control himself when the guy makes a move to kiss you. He leaves the pool tables and slams a bill on the counter, glaring at the guy dangerously. "Don't you ever try anything on her again."

Sam: You two were at the library doing some research while leaving Dean and Castiel to interview a couple of people. Sam had vanished between the book cases awhile ago and you had your head buried in a book. A tall man (not as tall as Sam, of course) sat next to you with his own book, smiling a warm smile. You glanced up worriedly- that was Sam's seat. "Hi. I hope you don't mind if I sit? You just looked so beautiful I couldn't let you sit alone."

"She's not alone." Sam's voice was heard before you could even open your mouth and the two of you looked up at him. The new guy smirked. "Well lookie here. Its Jesus." Sam's scowl fell into a hard glare and I winced. There was danger written all over his face. "You were trying to get with my girl." The man stands up, laughing to himself before seeing that Sam was a couple inches taller than him. "Sorry man, I was just leaving." He says quickly, running off without so much as a glance.

Castiel: It takes awhile for him to even detect what emotion he's feeling. Sometimes he needs the help of Dean. One night all of you were interviewing a couple of guys about a murder in their college when one of them pulled you off to the side, claiming he had something personal to tell you. After a couple of minutes of him hitting on you and you looking to Dean for help, Dean finally tapped Cas on the shoulder.

"That guy's trying to get with (Y/N)."

"He is?"

"Yeah."

Castiel takes second before walking over to the two of you and gripping the boys collar tightly and hoisting him up in the air. There's sheer horror in the boys eyes and you gasp at the angel. "(Y/N) is mine."

Crowley: Crowley had whisked you away to some exotic place for the weekend and you were totally appalled by the fabulous restaurants, delicious foods, comfortable beds, and attractive men. When Crowley had taken a call and rushed from the room you were eating in, the waiter comes back to get your order.

He's attractive, you must admit. "How can I help you today, miss?"

You smile and read to him what you decided on ordering. "Is that it for today?" He says, winking at you and leaning in intimately. You shift in your seat and nod. "Yeah that's it."

"How about something sweet? We can go to my place for the night?" He tilts his head to the side and his eyes darken. Crowley taps his shoulder and the waiter turns away, eyeing your boyfriend. "Did I hear what I just heard?" The waiter says nothing in a challenge.

You swear you can hear hell hounds growling.

Lucifer: He hates anyone even looking at you and tries to keep you close to him when going out together. You always assured him you weren't going anywhere. It happened so easily. You were in the back of a department store looking for a nice sweater when an obviously drunk man saunters up to you. Your eyebrows raise as he reaches out for you, mumbling to himself how pretty you are and how he wants to get some with you. He gets closer and closer until he's pressed you against the wall with his breath in your face.

Suddenly there's familiar flapping and a certain dirty blonde haired angel is behind the drunk man. You lock eyes with him and let out a sigh of relief.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Lucifer warns and the man turns around. "And whys that?"

Luci shrugs and casually picks at his fingernails. "Well, I'm the devil, you know."

Gabriel: Whenever he gets jealous he hugs you tight to him and kisses every inch of your neck, clearly giving everyone else the warning there. This happens numerous times whenever you go out, even if it's the gas station or the supermarket.

Balthazar: He's not exactly the jealous type. He's proud to walk in a room with you and if a man tried flirting with you he simply agrees to every compliment the man gives, adding a couple his personal favorites things about you- like how you're good in bed.