Y/f/n= your favorite name
Warnings: swearing
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Adam Milligan~

The sound of a pen on paper, is the only sound to break the deafenfing silence. You sigh yet again as you tap your pencil on your cheek. Boredom overtaking you yet again as you sit in your best friend's room.

"Adaaaaaaam!" You lean back in the chair and turn your head to look at him where he's sitting. Hunched over his essay beside you as he furiously scribbles down words. "I'm bored. Are you almost done?"

"Yeah I'm on the last paragraph I swear. Give me ten more minutes then I'll take you out for ice cream or pizza or something. You decide." The blond boy barely looks up as he checks something on his draft then copies it down to hhis good copy.

"Like a date?" The words slip from your mouth before you can stop them, and you see him freeze. Adam slowly looks over to you and you can see the red tint on his cheeks spreading quickly as he puts down his pen.

"Well, yeah? If you don't like me like that though it's totally cool just keep being my friend please!" He nervously rubs the back of his neck, and you feel a grin spreading across your face.

"Are you kidding? I've had a crush on you since seventh grade!"

Adam finaly smiles. An adorable sile gracing his lips as relief washes over him. "Oh thank god. You have no idea how long I've been trying to ask you out."

Balthazar~

A sigh leaves your lips as you slip unnoticed to the garden, your hands steady as you hold your glass of wine.

"Y/n, so kind of you to join me this fine evening."
Your head snaps around as you hear a smooth voice, and a blush paints your face as you reconise Balthazar's satisfied face in the dim light.

"Balthazar! You suprised me!" You hesitantly make your way over to where the blond angel stands by the red and white roses.
"What kind?" He nods his head towards your wine in curiosity.

"I have no idea. I never asked."
You shake your head as you reach him, and he offers a hand.

"Oh no. No no no. I can't dance." You shake your head and he relents.

"Alright. In that case, come with me. Leave that," He gestures towards the glass in your hands. "I can get you better wine."

An amused laugh bubbles up past your lips as you set the glass on a bench and follow Balthazar,
leaving the fancy gallery behind.

He holds out his left arm, and you hesitantly link your own right arm with his left.

"Shall we?"
He leads you towards the little bridge overlooking a beautiful pond with water lillies and cat tails rimming the edges.

"So, how did you find me here?" You sit comfortably on the little bench at the mid point on the bridge, and he follows suit.

"You did happen to mention that you were going to the gallery last week for some sort of celebration. All I had to do was come out here and wait."
Balthazar lifts your right hand with his, planting a flirty kiss on your palm.

"But why?" You fight down your blush as his eyes meet yours, and your heart seems to skip a beat as he brings his other hand up to gently caress your cheek.

"Because I have a question for you, that must be answered."
His gaze is soft as his beautiful blue eyes seem to pierce through yours.

"Well.. ask away?" You look down, not able to hold his gaze any longer.

"Very well. May I ask for your permission to court you?"

"To what me?" Your eyes flash back up to his as he clears his throat to explain.

"To date you as humans say. Would you be ever so kind to give me a chance?"

Bobby Singer~

"Hey grumpy, how you doing?"
A smile breaks across your lips as you see Bobby and Dean sitting in your section of tables.

"Well I've been better. This fool lost his brother to a demon bitch."
Bobby shakes his head in annoyance as Dean glares at him.

"We'll have our usual Y/n." Dean's voice is tight as he avoids your sympathetic gaze, and you nod in understanding.

"Alright. Two beers coming right up."
You head back to the counter and slide the order to your co worker, who makes the drinks faster then you ever could.

"Hey Danny, can I get a slice of apple pie with as well?"

"Yeah, sure Y/n."

You head back to the table, beer and pie in hand.

"Hey I never ask-"

"It's on me Dean. Just shut up and eat."

An amused chuckle is heard as Dean follows your orders, and you turn to face Bobby.

"Sorry I didn't think to bring any over for you Bobby." You blush slightly as you look down at your toes.

"It's alright. You can make it up to me by joining me for dinner tonight?"

Dean almost chokes on his pie as he hears Bobby's words, and you feel your cheeks burn red as you nod your head, not trusting yourself to speak.

"See you tonight then gorgeous."

Castiel~

A yawn leaves your lips as you look down at the messy symbols on the piece of paper.

"You still working on that?"
Dean tosses you a f/d and you nod your head once as you open the bottle and take a sip.

"Yeah. I wanna know what it was that he carved into our ribs exactly."
You set your x-rays back on the table and you stand up from your chair to stretch.

"All you have to do is ask. He'd probably tell you." Sam walks in, his hair messy and sweaty from his morning run.

"Do you think so?" Dean tosses a water bottle to Sam, and said Winchester takes a long swig.

"Probably. I mean, how bad or weird could it be?"

Your mind instantly starts to think of ways that this could go wrong, but you shake your head amd sit back down, x-ray in hand.

"No worries. I got this."
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It's been two hours simce you first sat down to decipher the carvings on the x-ray, and you groan as your vision starts to blur.
"I swear this is ridiculous."
You throw the clip board in the general direction of the table as you curl up more comfortably in the chair.

"Are you alright Y/n?"
Castiel's voice sounds behind the chair, and you flinch in surprise.

"Oh hey Cass. I'm good, just trying to figure something out."
You stand up and walk towards the kitchen, intending to grab a snack before continuing your deciphering. But Castiel's next words stop you.

"This is the Enochian that I carved into your ribs."

A blush creeps up to your cheeks as you swivel around and pry your clipboard from the angel's fingers.

"Maybe, maybe not." You tuck the clip board under your arm and turn back towards the kitchen.

"Do you wish to know what it means?"

You ignore his question as you enter the kitchen.

"It says 'Mine' alongside how I would smite anyone who dares attempt to bring you harm."

Your blush is uuntamed as you turn back towards him.
"Yours huh?"

Castiel only looks at you in confusion as you grow redder by the second.
"I don't understand. Are you sick? Why are you so flushed?"

"I'm yours huh?"

At this statement, Castiel must realise what he said, and he turns bright red.

"Well.. I.. will you be mine?"

Crowley~

The music in the room flows pleasantly, seeming to pulse through the air.

Your grace tingles at your fingertips at the beautiful sounds coming from the people on the elevated platform know better as a stage, and you feel free.

For the first time in a long time, you alow yourself to relax as you allow your vessel to enjoy the music and she happily accepts your offer to control her body for a while.

You receed to the back of her mind. Watching through her eyes as she sways to the music and talks freely to the people who had been in her graduating class.

A strange, yet welcoming type of reunion.

Your vessel dances happily with her friends, spinning tales of greatness as they exaggerate how their summers went.

Your vessel, Y/f/n, decides to say that she had been traveling and meeting new, and exotic people.

Silent laughter takes a hold of you as you realise that she's attempting to explain hunting in a more human-friendly way.

A flash of black catches your attention as your vessel turns away from her friends to find something called a truffel on a long table covered in edible molecules shaped weirdly.

Without realising it, you take control of your vessel once again, and turn your body back to find the black figure.

Your eyes stop on a man dressed in all black, facing the opposite direction of you, talking to another sharply dressed man.

Y/f/n's friends come over to you, excitement in their voices as they try to pull you out to the dance floor.

Your attention is torn from the sharply dressed male as you allow the women to pull you out to the dance floor.

A new song starts, a slower song.
Your grace tingles as if excited, as the music calms you.

Y/f/n's friends all pair off with males, but you stay where you are.
Swaying silently, to the music you let your grace leak from your fingertips to swirl and dance on your clothes and the floor around you.
No one seems to notice, the room being to packed full of swirling bodies of laughter annd happiness.

"May I have this dance Y/n?"
Your grace vanishes in a heartbeat as you hear the smooth accented voice, and you swivel quickly to face the speaker.

"Crowley."

He takes your hand in his, and places his other hand on your waist.

"Good afternoon darling. I see you've been busy." His voice is sly as he pulls you close and spins you around.

"What are you doing here Crowley? Shouldn't you be... oh I don't know... ruining innocent lives or maybe torturing children?"

You cover up your embarrassment with sarcasm as he gracefully dips you in time with the music.

"You think so lowly of me? I'm hurt. Really I am."

You scoff at his statement, and the moment the song ends, you pull away from him.

"I am not some play thing for you to toss away when bored. Go find your entertainment in someone else."

Crowley has the grace to look wounded at your statemennt, and within seconds of you stepping away, your vessel's friends whisk you away. Excitement clear in their eyes.

"Who was that?"

"No one important. Don't worry about it."
You wave off their comments as you walk back to the table of food.
Picking up a glass, you pour yourself some water before moving to lean against a wall.

"You never even let me explain why I came here darling."

A sigh leaves your lips as you slowly turn your head to face the king of hell.

"You have sixty seconds. Go."

Crowley's jaw drops slightly at your statement, but he quickly regains his posture.

"Would you do me the honor of being mine?"

Dean Winchester~

You hum as you dance around the kitchen of the bunker, your favorite song playing from the radio as you make the apple pie.

Gently seetting the finished pie in the oven, you set a timer for it to cook, and then start on supper.

"Hey Y/n, what are you doing?"
Sam walks into the kitchen, eyes heavy with tiredness as he sets his bag on the table.

"I don't think so! You go get some sleep, and tell Dean to do the same. I'll wake you up when it's time to eat."
You shut hislaptop just as he opens it, and usher him out.

"Yes ma'am!" He jokes sleepily as he heads back towards the main room.

The sound of two doors shutting down the hall makes you smile and you turn up the radio to sing along.

Moving around the kitchen, you take out the ingredients to make homemade burgers, and set the ingrediants aside for a salad.

A few minutes later, you're ready to start assembling and cooking them.

You sing out the lyrics of your favorite song as you sway to the music, and cook the burgers in a frying pan on the stove.

The sizzling sound of the meat in the hot pan is like music to your ears as you dance around the kitchen, cleaning up the mess you made.

Checking the clock on the wall, you realise that it's been an hour since the boys got home from their hunt, and a sigh leaves your lips as you realise you hadn't checked them for injuries yet.

"Are those burgers?" Dean's sleepy voice tears a squeak of surprise from your mouth as you whirl around to face him.
You face flushes a deep red as you see his ruffled, bedhead, and bare chest.

"Yes? And nice hair shortstack."

He snorts as he quickly runs his fingers through his hair in an attempt to fix it.
"Shut it princess."

A giggle leaves your lips as he moves to sit on the counter, and within asecond, your smile vanishes.

"Wait! Dean don't sit on the-"

But it's too late, and he jumps back up the second he feels the water soak through his jeans.

"What the hell Y/n?"
You burst out into laughter as you see the wet mark spreading and going down his pants.

"Dean... did you just pi-"
"Shut it Sammy!"
Dean snaps back at his brother as the long-haired Winchester steps into the kitchen.

He tiredly shuffels out of the kitchen, and heads towards his room as Sam stares after him.

"Did he..." Sam trails off as he looks over to the stove.
"Nevermind that. Are those burgers?"

Your smile is huge as you realise how alike the brothers are.

"Yeah. And I have the stuff for our salads over by the sink."
You move back to the stove to flip the burgers, and check the timer.
Ten seconds remaining.
Stopping the timer, you grab theoven mitts and hum as you pull the hot pie from the oven.

"Is that a pie?" Dean's voice comes from behind you, and you nearly drop said pastry.

"Oh my god Dean don't do that! And wait where did Samsquatch go?"

Dean ignores your question and moves to take the burgers off of the frying pan and sets them on the three buns layed out beside the stove.

"Hey Y/n, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

Your cheeks flare red at his tone, and you turn to face him.

"Yeah"

He steps closer to you, and looks you straight in the eyes.
"When can I have a piece of that pie?"

Confusion and disappointment is plastered to your face as you look at him, and you turn away to get started on Sam's salad.

"Hey I'm just kidding! Wait, just look at the pie!"

With a sigh, you turn to look at the pie, and see small, neat handwriting on it.

"Dean!? What did you do to my pie!?"

"It's icing! Just read it!"

You take a step towards your pie, and look down at the blue writing.

"Will you. Be. My... Boyfriend? What?"

You switch your gaze to where Dean is leaning against the counter.

"Of course I'll be your boyfriend."

Gabriel~

"Heeyyy hot stuff!" A groan leaves your lips as you walk into the elderly home, only to be faced with Gabriel.

"Aw coome on! You know you love me!"
The golden-haired archangel follows you down the hallways as you head towards Ellie's room.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." You mutter under your breath as you near your best friend's room.

"Hey miss Catius! I havn't seen you lately. Where have you been?"
A familiar voice reaches your ears, and you stop to turn towards it. Gabriel barely stopping himself from running into you.

"Hey Alex. Sorry for not showing the past couple days. My boyfriend and I were on a trip."
You quickly improvise a plan to get the poor man to leave you alone, and you grab one of Gabriel's hands in yours.

"Oh.." Alex's face falls as he looks back and forth between the two of you. "Well alright. Have a good day miss Catius."

Alex dejectedly walks away, and slight guilt hits you before you shake yourself out of it.

"Catimus?"

"It's a fake name."

You let go of the archangel's hand, an explanation on your tongue, but Gabriel doesn't let go of your hand, instead, he flashes his signature smirk and grips it tighter.

"Well then. If you're going to lie, at least be a bit more convincing. If e sees us with another person now, he'll figure it out. and then what are you going to do?"

Your eyes widen as you realise the truth in Gabriel's words.
"Well shit. What do you suggest?"

Gabriel's face brightens, and you have to stop yourself from flinching away as you see Alex approching.

"How about 8 tonight? I'll pick you up after I'm off work babe. Get home safely." Gabriel's face approces yours quickly, and before you realise what happened, he had kissed your nose, and pulled away.

"See you tonight sugar!'

Lucifer~

"I never should have allowed you near them! How could you do such a thing Lucifer!?" Your angry yells can be heard all throughout your house as you chase after the blond, fallen archangel with an silver blade.

"Well what did you expect?! they were out in the open! I am Satan you know!"

Red hot rage floods through your veins as you finally Lucifer in the kitchen where it all started.

"Y/n it was just one! I only took one!"

"They were my cookies you dick!" You drop the knife on the table as you lunge at Lucifer, but with asnap of his fingers, he disappears, and reappears behind you. Holding you with your arms trapped against your sides as you struggle in his grip.

"I can make it up to you!" You slowly stop struggling in his strong embrace, and you attempt to turn your head to look at him.

"How so." Your voice is cold as he releases you, and you turn back to face him.

"I'll get you more of your cookies, and I'll do anything you want for the rest of... oh, maybe today?"

You inwardly facepalm as you check the clock.
"Lucifer. It's 11:57pm."

"Fine! How about a nice dinner in Italy. Heaven knows you missed your dinner because of your baking habits."
He looks at you pleadingly and you finnaly accept his offer.

"But only because you owe me! Don't expect this to turn out as a date!"
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"That was totally a date..."
Your cheeks flush as you think of Lucifer's unnervingly good attitude and manners during the evening.

"Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?"

Sam Winchester~

You hum as you reach for a book on the highest shelf, standing on the tips of your toes as you stretch your arms up.

"Need a hand?" An unfamiliar voice sounds behind you, and you squeak in surprise as you feel the man stretch his own arms over you to easily grab the book for you.

You turn around to face the uncomfortably close man and hesitantly hold out a hand to shake.

"I'm Y/n, and you are..?"

"Tyler. Nice to meet you. Are you here with someone?"

You start to answer him, but before you can, Sam approachesthe two of you.

"Hey babydoll, who's this?" The tall Winchester walks up behind you, leaning down and wrapping his arms protectivly around your waist as he sees your uncomfortable expresion, and Tyler must understand the expression on Sam's face, because seconds later, he's backing away, towards a group of guys studying in a corner.

"Thanks Samsquatch."
You sigh in relief as Sam lets go of you and backs away respectfully to give you your space.

"No problem Y/n. I'll always protect you if it's good with you. Anything for a woman like you."

A blush paints his and your face as you both realise what he said.

"I just meant that I care about you!"
He quickly tries to fix his words, but his attempt only results in a deeper blush from you.

"Hey Sammy?"
You start to ask him a question but he cuts you off.

"I didn't want to tell you like this, I wanted to do it someway fancy and romantic but I guess this will have to do."

Sam looks down at you, his cheeks a shade of red that tomatos would be jealous of.
"Y/n I really like you and I was wondering if you would want to go on a date sometime with me?"

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Sorry that Lucifer's is so out of character! I'm not very good yet at writing him.