*Hey readers! This is my first preference fanfic so bare with me. I can't promise it will be good, but I've read a couple and think I have the basic understanding to write something that's okay. Thank you, and let's begin!*
Dean
You were in a local bar. You hadn't been to that bar before, but you were liking it. You liked it even more when you saw a cute stranger standing a few feet next to you. You blushed when he caught you staring and turned away to look at your drink with a smile. He approached you and said, "Hey," in a deep gruff voice. Your E/C eyes meet with his green eyes. "Hi," you replied.
"I'm Dean. What's your name?"
"Y/N."
"Nice name, Y/N." You were about to reply something when a tall man behind Dean said, "Let's go, Dean," with urgency in his voice. Dean turned to the man and nodded. You quickly grabbed a napkin and wrote down your number. You slide it to him.
"Here. Call me," you said with a smile. He smiled back at you and left to follow the tall man.
Sam
You were working on a case in Kansas. You sat at a restaurant that had free wifi and good salads. Jackpot. You were concentrating really hard on try to find out what it was. The chime of the bell on the door distracted you and you turned around to see a tall man come in with a somewhat shorter man dressed up in suits. They were both good looking but the tall one caught your eye. It was mostly his hair. But you had no time to spend on hot guys. "Could it be a shape shifter? It fits all the characteristics. But, it could also be . . ." You trailed off when you realized you were mumbling. You heard someone clear their throat. You look over to see the two guys who'd entered a moment before.
"Are you a hunter?" The shorter one asked.
"Yes," you said. "Y/N."
"Dean," the short one said.
"Sam," the taller one said, smiling down at you. You smiled back.
"Are you here for the case of the two murders?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Are you?" You responed.
"Yep," replied Sam.
"Listen, you can go home. We can handle it from here," Dean said.
"No way. I got here first."
Dean glared at you and you glared back. Neither of you was backing down. Sam cleared his throat. "How about we work on it together?"
"Fine."
"Okay."
"Here's my number. Call us if you find out anything else. Or if you just want to talk. Or go out," Sam said. Did he just flirt with me? You asked yourself as a small grew on your face.
"Will do."
Cas
There had been a fire in your neighborhood. Everyone was huddling around the burned house early in the morning as the firemen wrapped up after the fire and the police men investigated. You watched the burnt house before you felt someone bump into you. "I'm sorry," you heard a man say. You turned around and saw a man in a trench coat with big blue eyes. "It's okay," you replied.
He stared at you for a moment. He opened his mouth as if to say something, stared at the floor, then off to the side, then looked back up and opened his mouth again. He finally look at you and said, "A-Are you from Tennessee? Be-because you're the one ten I see?" He sounded confused while saying it and tilted his head a bit.
Your lips curled into a smile and you weren't quite sure how to respond. His actions made your head tilt to the side as well without knowing it. You thought his pick up like was adorable. "Dean didn't tell me what to do after this," he muttered to himself. He was cute and you decided to help the guy out.
"It's customary for the guy to ask the girl out on a date after flirting," you said.
"Would you like to go out on a date?" He asked.
"Yes, I would, uh."
"Castiel."
"Y/N. I live right over there. Pick me up later?" He nodded and you went on your way with a smile.
Gabriel
You were with your neice and nephew. They begged you to take them to the candy store. How could you say no to those cute little faces? Anyways, you were handing them over to your sister after the trip to the candy store so their sugar high wouldn't be your problem.
"Okay, guys," you announced as you entered the store. "I only have ten dollars. Buy whatever you want with that."
"Auntie," your little neice whined.
"David," you said to your nephew. "You're ten. You know how to add. Help your little sister count how much candy she can get." You wandered a little away from them to find some candy for your own. You kept an eye on them as you choose a few of your favorite candies.
"You like Y/F/C?" Someone said said behind you.
You turned to see a man with nice brown eyes pop another one of your favorite candies into his mouth.
"Yeah. It's my favorite," you said.
"Auntie! Can I get this?" Your neice held up a small pack of gummies and a bugger pack of gummies.
"That one," you said, pointing to the small one.
"Can I get this one?" She said, pointing to the big one.
"Well-"
"Yeah," the man said.
"They're on the budget of $10," you explained.
"I'll pay," he said with a mischievous grin.
"No, I couldn't-"
"Thank you!" Your little neice ran up to him and have him a big hug before running to her brother to tell her of the big news.
"I really can't-" You started.
"It's fine. I'll pay."
"They're going to want a lot of things."
"Well, my wallet better get ready."
"I'll repay you."
"How about you repay me with a date?"
You smiled. "Okay. Here's my number."
Lucifer
Your town was suffering from some major drop in temperature the past week. When you went out, you'd make sure to grab a sweater. You were running low on sweaters and decided to go on a run to buy another sweater.
You cruised the women's aisle and when you found the perfect sweater you turned around to bump into a man. You dropped your sweater. "Oh, I'm sorry," you heard him say while both of you bended down to pick up the sweater. Your hands touched in a romantic chick flick moment and when you looked up you saw a cute guy.
"Hey," you said, without thinking much.
"Hello," he said, looking you up and down before handing you your sweater.
"Um, thanks," you said, retrieving your sweater.
"Buying a new sweater for the cold weather?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's been cold lately. Weird, huh?"
"Yeah," he said, chuckling. "Listen, I know this is sudden, but do you want to go out for coffee sometime?"
"Sure," you said, writing your number for him. "What's your name?"
"Lucifer."
"Like the devil?"
"Something like that," he said, winking.
Crowley
Your car broke down in the middle of no where. You angrily kicked the tire and started to walk. You were going to get home eventually, but it wasn't going to be before sunset. The sun had just set when a limo was approaching you. You were confused. Why could a limo be driving in the middle of no where?
It stopped none the less in front of you. "Hello, darling," a Scottish voice came from the limo when the window rolled down. "Do you need a ride?"
"I, uh, don't take rides from strangers," you said.
"Crowley," he said, extending his hand.
"Y/N."
"Now we're not strangers," he said. You laughed and felt a little bit more secure with him. "Need a ride now?"
"Yeah," you said. He opened the door and you sat across from him.
"What are you doing out in the middle of nothing, Y/N?"
"My car broke down."
"Did it?"
"Yes."
"What a shame."
"It is. How I will get to work tomorrow is a mystery."
"How about I give you a ride to work tomorrow?"
"Uh, thanks, but my shift starts at 6 am. I don't think you'll want to-"
"I'll be there. Where do you live?"
You just chuckled and told him where you lived. "What are you doing in the middle of no where?"
"Business."
"Hmm. What kind?"
"Really important kind. Making deals. Along other things."
"Oh."
"We're here," he said, looking out at your house.
"Thank you," you said as you got out of the limo.
"I'll be here at 5:45 am to pick you up for work."
"Oh, you don't actually-"
"But I will."