•~Supernatural Preferences & Imagines~•

•First Time Meeting•

Sam: his POV

I struggled against the strong rope that bound me to the chair. I need to get out! I can't let an innocent girl die because I couldn't get free. Come on Sam! I pulled roughly, feeling the burn of the rope and the pain shooting through my wrists, but it was worth because it was becoming looser.

"Oh Sam give up. She's just a casualty." The demon smirked and pressed the shiny blade against her neck. She squealed, unable to scream because she was gagged.

"NO! WAIT!" I shouted holding my head low. "I-I'll do it." I give in. He wanted me to give up some information. The demon dropped the girl. She started sobbing loudly.

"Shut up." He kicked her side hard and she let out a muffled scream. I can't let this happen. The demon stood in front of me and crossed his arms.

"I'm waiting Winchester." He nagged throwing daggers at me with his eyes. Just then, my hands came loose. I was out of the rope! I looked up at him, anger starting to build up inside of me. I sprang up out of my chair and tackled the demon. The sobs of the poor girl filled my ears making me angrier. I started throwing punches, my knuckles beginning to bleed. Not as much as the demon's face of course. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my knife. I stabbed him quickly. His whole body flashed and he let out a long scream before his body fell limp on the floor.

I looked over at the girl. Her face was red and stained with tears. I had saw her before, but it wasn't a proper meeting. She was really nice and into her school. She didn't deserve to go through this.

"It's alright." I bend down next to her and untie the ropes around her hands. "It's over now." I removed the gag from her mouth and threw across the room.

"P-please," she choked out, "don't h-hurt me." She flinched as I moved closer to her.

"I'm here to help. I promise." I put my hand on her shoulder and rubbed it soothingly. She hesitated at first, but she grabbed onto me and buried her face into my shirt. "Everything's okay now." I rubbed her back. She started crying even more, but I didn't mind.

"W-whats your n-name?" She stuttered finally regaining herself.

"Sam Winchester." I say softly.

"Thank you Sam." She sighs and pulls away giving me a weak smile. I smile back, trying to shake the feeling that I'll be seeing her again very soon.

Dean: your POV

I took a sip of the beer the bartender had handed me. Out of all the times I've came to this bar I've been hit on by guys who are not my type or like 20 years older than me. I've just stopped caring. It's not like I came in here to hook up with anyone anyways. I started coming here because of my dick boyfriend, whom I can't seem to get away from.

"Hey." I heard a voice next to me. I groaned silently wishing he would go away. I looked over expecting a disgusting old man to find a rather attractive man with stunning green eyes and a nice smile.

"Hi." I smiled a little bit at him. He used a few corny pick-up lines on me, but it was funny. It was good to laugh.

"So tell me," he began with a smirk, "what's a pretty girl like you doing in a bar like this?" My smile began to fade at the thought of my boyfriend.

"Oh, just a little stressed." I lie through my teeth. He stares at me for a while.

"It's more than that, isn't it?" His usually gleeful tone has simmered down into a more serious one now.