I have decided to add Adam!!

They tell you about hunting and the Supernatural world:

Dean:
You were sitting in a motel with your new boyfriend Dean. You met him about six months ago at a bar. He was back in town for a few days and invited you to eat dinner with him at the motel. It wasn't the cleanest place in the world, but it was nice to see Dean again instead of just talking and texting.

"How's your job?" You ask, taking a bite of a burger he had got for you.

"Same old, same old." He said, looking down a if he was lying.

Suddenly, the lights started flickering.
"Crap," you heard Dean mutter.

"It's fine right? Just the lights flickering a little?" You say, looking at Dean. He looked worried and had already started to stand up. There was a loud bang on the door, and Dean grabbed a bag of salt out of his bag.

"Line the windows and doors with this!" He shouted, reaching into Sam's bag. He pulled out a knife with a rough edge and markings on the blade. "When you're done come here!"

You finished lining the doors and windows, before joining Dean. He wrapped his arm around you and whispered for you to stay close.

"Dean, what's happening?" You ask, scared.

"Um.. I never really told you what my true job is. I'm a hunter. A hunter of paranormal things. Ghosts, ghouls, demons, werewolves, vampires, just about everything else, it's real. Sam and I hunt those paranormal things and kill them." Dean explained.

"WHAT!" You screamed just as the door burst down, breaking the salt line. Some force threw you into a wall and you blacked out.

You woke up with Dean standing over you. His face was worried and he was shaking you slightly. "Y/N, Y/N, are you okay? Y/N, say something."

"Dean." You mutter, squinting at the light behind him.

"Thank God." He said, helping you stand. You nearly fell over again, but Dean caught you. He half carried, half walked you to the bed. "Are you going to be okay?"

"I should be fine. Were you serious about the whole paranormal hunting thing?" You say, leaning back on the bed. He laid down next to you.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about not telling you. I just feared that if I told you too early you'd leave me. I didn't really have a choice at that point." Dean said, looking at you. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." You answer as he kisses you.

Sam:
"Why don't you ever talk about your job?" You ask your boyfriend Sam as you sit next to him on the couch at your apartment. He glanced at you, then looked down, his face saddening.

"It's a pretty rough job." He muttered, glancing at you. "I don't want you to get hurt, it's dangerous and everyone I've ever loved had died because I that job. My mom, my dad, my ex girlfriend, and some of my friends."

"I'm sorry, Sam." You say, hugging him.

"But you deserve to know. You'll think I'm insane though." He said, glancing at you. "I'm a hunter. I hunt supernatural beings and kill them. My mother was killed by a demon when I was six months old. My dad started hunting the demon, and just about anything else we met. My brother and I were practically raised into it. I quit to go to Stanford and that's when my brother came by, and then my ex girlfriend died."

"Yup, you're crazy." You say, backing away from him.

"I'm not, I swear. I'll prove it. In the trunk of the impala, Dean and I have stored weapons." Sam said, taking your hand to take you out to the car.

He opened the trunk of the car and showed you the weapons. You were starting I believe him. "Can I see one I these paranormal entities?" You ask.

"I hope you never do. I love you and I don't want you hurt." Sam said, kissing you out by the impala, which raised some eyebrows from the neighbors.

Castiel:

You had been dating this man, Mark, for a while. He was great, but left a lot. There was one day when he was at your apartment, wearing a khaki trench coat. He was acting frantic and very weird.

"Mark, what's wrong?" You had asked as he rushed you out of your house.

"You're in danger, Y/N. I need you to come with me." He said before gabbing you're arm. The world spun until you were in a bunker somewhere, with other three guys looking at you.

"Mark. Where are we?" You ask cautiously.

"This is a bunker, you'll be safe here. And my name isn't Mark. I only lied to protect you. My real name is Castiel. This is Sam, Dean, and Kevin." He said gesturing to the other three guys.

One of them, Dean you presumed, winked and smiled at you. A very tall one, Sam, waved at you and have a small smile. Kevin just stared with his mouth open.

"Mark, or Castiel, whatever your name is, why am I here? What was coming after me and how did you transport?" You ask, really starting to freak out.

"Sit down. It's a very long story we have to tell you." Castiel said, while Sam got some drinks.

And so they explained. About all the monsters and demons and angels. Castiel was an angel. A real life, from heaven, angel. It scared you at first, but all of them assured you, that as long as you stayed here, you would be safe. That's all that Castiel cared, is that you were safe.

Adam:
Date nights could be one of your favorite things. Except this night.

You were at your boyfriend, Adam's, house. It was a typical date, until something broke down the door. Adam jumped up and ran to the entryway, and peered around the corner.

He ran back to you and grabbed your hand. Pulling you, he ran to his bedroom and locked the door. He yanked open his closet and pulled out a can of salt. Carefully, but fast, he put the salt in a ring.

"Adam, what's happening."  You ask, stopping him for a minute.

"I'll explain later, I promise. Just stay inside this ring." Adam said, while pulling a gun out of the closet. He checked to see if it was loaded before he grabbed more shells. 

The door to his room slowly opened, the door creaking. A man walked in, he looked about your age but it was hard to tell, his face looked like it had been clawed off.

"Adam." You mutter moving closer. He shot at it with the gun and it disappeared. "Is it gone? Simple as that?"

"It's never as simple as that, but it's gone for a while. C'mon, lets get you home." Adam replied, holding your hand to lead you to the door. He tucked the gun into his waistband and walked outside.

"Are you going to explain or what?" You ask once you're finally out the door.

"Alright. Here we go." Adam said, explaining the whole story.