The songs I used in this preference are (respectively):

Ruby by Twenty Øne Piløts
Do You Hear the People Sing? from Les Misérables
Would You Be So Kind? by dodie

This preference is the reason I shouldn't edit/write late at night. Just ignore the stuff in these: [] if you don't want the memes and stupid jokes...

Summary: Your boyfriend catches you singing.

QOTP: What's your favorite song?

Word Count: 1694

Castiel -
You're staying in the bunker alone.

Sam and Dean went out on a hunt and you told them you felt too sick and would only be a nuisance if you went. So, they told you to get better and took off.

Cas knows of this; Dean told him. You're like a younger sibling to Dean, so he's worried something will happen when he and Sam are gone. (He knows full and well that you could handle yourself, but he still would like to know that Cas would be watching to make sure you were okay.)

You know Cas is there, though Dean didn't want you to. The angel had appeared a few minutes after the Winchesters left. He'll check up on you every few hours, and you know to pray to him if anything went wrong.

About halfway through the week, you're looking around the library, reorganizing the books because you're bored. You turn on some music and begin singing, completely forgetting Cas is due to drop by.

Meaning, you don't notice him walking into the library as you sing.

Ruby, I hope I see you. I've waited all this week for you to walk my way; your soul will capture me. Your mama painted your room "a shade of pink," she said. But with your great arrival, that shade has turned to red.

Cas is confused.

Isn't Ruby a demon? Why would you want to see her? He understands a few lines, though - her soul capturing you would be a demon thing to do, right? Maybe...

And the shade turning from pink to red - referencing demon blood, maybe? Or maybe her evilness turned the once-beautiful color dark. The rest, though, is lost on him.

Ruby, take my hand. Please lead me to the Promise Land. Tell me, where am I from? Your eyes say, "Shada de da dum." Ruby, you're royalty. In your homeland, they all call you Queen. Tell me, where are you from? Your eyes say, "Shada de da dum."

Since when is Hell "the Promise Land?" And why would you ask a demon about where you're from? Also, eyes talking? Cas knows demons can do a lot of things, but he doesn't think making their eyes talk is one of them.

And since when is Ruby royalty? Sam and Dean killed her; there's no way she could've married Crowley and became the Queen of Hell. As for the last line, you know where Ruby is from. Why ask?

You're an angel fallen down. Won't you tell us of the clouds? You have fallen from the sky. How high? How high?

Demons aren't fallen angels - Lucifer is, and he's in his cage. [Along with Adam... Is he okay down there? Does he need snacks? Earplugs to block out Lucifer and Michael? I mean, no one cares enough to bring anything to him. Just asking to be polite.]

Finally, confusion overwhelms Cas. "Y/N?" he asks.

You jump, turning around. "Cas! You gave me a heart attack!"

He ignores that. "Why are you incorrectly singing about the demon that manipulated Sam?" he questions. To his confusion, you start laughing.

"I'm not singing about her, Cas. It's a different Ruby." His brows furrow. He's pretty sure you said she's an angel...

"But I don't believe I have a sister named Ruby..." he trails off.

You shake your head, looking at the confused puppy. "No, she's not really an angel, Cas. Just a human." He's still very confused by human expressions [such as, "hey lil' mama lemme whispa in ya ear"], but he sighs.

"Oh," he simply says.  After a moment, he speaks again. "You have... a beautiful singing voice."

"Thank you," you blush. Unable to handle the awkwardness of the situation, Cas flashes out, causing you to chuckle.

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Dean -
You're on a hunt with Sam and Dean. Sam is doing research back at the motel, and Dean wants to ask a woman some questions about her husband's death. He wants you to go with him, but you don't feel like human interaction, nor do you want to put your FBI/business/whatever suit on.

So, you put on some music at full blast and start singing in the Impala, which is parked in a grieving stranger's driveway. Go figure.

Do you hear the people sing - singing the songs of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!

You act like a general, doing ridiculous, sharp arm movements. When the music kicks in, Dean happens to be walking out of the house.

He can hear you from the front door.

Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me? Somewhere beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see? Then join in the fight that will give you the right to be free!

Dean sighs, rolling his eyes as he opens the door and gets in. He looks over at you, a mixture of annoyance and amusement in his eyes. You're gesturing ridiculously.

Do you hear the people sing - singing the songs of angry men? It is the music of the people who will not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!

Finally, Dean starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, muttering something along the lines of, "Kill me now." A few moments later, he complains again. "I'm about [four]five seconds from pushing you out of this car." [fricken Kayne]

Will you give all you can give so that our banner may advance. Some will fall and some will live; will you stand up and take your chance? The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of France!

You look at Dean as if you're asking him to Vive la Révolution [that doesn't make sense when translated okay just deal with it]. He only chuckles and says, "I'm now about four[five] seconds from [wilin'] pushing you out of this car." [fricken Kanye, again]

You're about to replay it when Dean finally turns it off. You hit him on the arm. "Hey!"

He glances over at you, then turns back to the road. "Y/N, that music is crap," he says.

You scoff, "You know you like it."

"No, I don't," he replies, shaking his head.

But you keep arguing. "You just won't admit it."

"I really don't," he insists.

"Yeah, you do," you say, causing you both to start fighting like children.

"Don't."

"Do."

"Don't."

"Do."

"Don't."

"Do."

He doesn't reply, so you smirk and turn on the music again.

This time, you catch him mumbling the lyrics.

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Sam -
You and Sam are asleep as soon as your heads hit the pillow; you just got back from a wendigo hunt.

Well, his head hit the pillow - you usually sleep with your head on his chest [YOU GUYS ARE RELATIONSHIP GOALS AWW].

Anyway, Sammy is pretty surprised to wake up and realize you're not in bed. At first, he thinks something happened to you, but then he hears singing coming from the kitchen.

I have a question. It might seem strange. How are your lungs? Are they in pain?

He's not sure what the song is, but he knows it's you. He quietly creeps to the kitchen and finds you making breakfast (which wasn't something you did often).

'Cause mine are aching. Think I know why. I kinda like it, though. You wanna try?

He can't help but smile; you sound like an angel, and the song is adorable. Then, it gets to the chorus.

He's not prepared for the cuteness.

Oh, would you be so kind as to fall in love with me. You see, I'm trying. I know you know that I like you, but that's not enough; so if you will please fall in love. I think it's only fair There's gotta be some butterflies somewhere - wanna share? 'Cause I like you, but that's not enough; so if you will please fall in love with me.

Sam finally tip-toes into the kitchen, shocked that he's never heard you sing before; you're amazing. You continue to sing as Sam wraps him arms around you from behind. At first, you tense, but you quickly realize it was Sam.

"I already have," he says.

You blush a get all flustered. "Well... I, uh, um... thanks..."

"What were you singing?" he asks, chuckling and curious.

You shrug, blushing harder. "Just a song..."

He turns you in his arms, looking down at you. [There is no way anybody is taller than him, okay? Unless you're Robert Wadlow.]

"What?" you ask.

He just smiles and kisses you. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. "You sound beautiful."

You blush and push him away. "The pancakes will burn, you idoot," you say. [THAT WAS A TYPO BUT I'M KEEPING IT]

"Is... is that...?" you hear from down the hall. Dean, with his canine-like senses, runs into the kitchen to find Sam leaning against the counter and you at the stove, humming to yourself.

But before Dean can say anything more, his eyes drift to the stove.

Pancakes.

He raises his hands in a THANK AND PRAISE GLORY HALLELUJAH HARK THE HERALD ANGELS SING BLESS ME OH CASTIEL manner. "I feel so blessed," he says, eyes glassy like he's gonna cry tears of joy.

You plate a pancake, then pour more batter into the pan. "Dean, you've been to Hell."

Sam laughs as Dean glares at you. "You're lucky you're making pancakes," he grumbles.

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