Dean:

You slammed the car door shut and quickly put your foot down on the gas pedal. You were pissed off at the plumber. He didn't even do his job, yet he still demanded twenty five dollars of your money. When you refused, he'd threatened to call the cops, so you were forced to give him the money.

When you arrived at the bar, you wasted no time and hurried up to the bartender. "A beer, please."

"Tough day?" a voice asked from beside you. You looked over to see the typical hot guy you would see at a bar.

"Yeah," you replied. "My plumber is an idiot."

The man laughed. "That'll do it. I'm Dean."

You shook his hand. "Y/N. Did you have a bad day today, too?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, my little brother is... not being the smart guy I know he can be. You know? He's going to make a stupid choice. The thing is, he's not stupid," he said as you raised an eyebrow. "He's just too trusting of people."

"Oh," you said, not knowing how to respond. "Then... why don't you go make sure he doesn't do... whatever it is you don't want him to do?"

Dean smiled. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I should go check up on him." He took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. "Call me, Y/N."

You grinned as you took his number. "I will, Dean. Good luck with your brother."

"Good luck with your plumber," Dean responded with a smile and a slight wink at you. You blushed and smiled like an idiot as he walked away.

Sam:

As you trotted onto the Stanford campus for the first time, you were excited, but terrified. You knew that it was one of the hardest colleges to get into in the U.S, and if you didn't keep your grades up, you would be kicked out. You knew that today would be the first day of the rest of your life. You looked down at your schedule, and the first class on it was Chemistry Honors.

You got to the room, found a seat, and sat up straight, waiting for the teacher to arrive. A couple of students were already there, but none that you recognized.

"Hey, can I sit here?" a young man asked.

You blushed, as he was incredibly handsome. "Yes, of course. I'm Y/N."

He smiled as he sat down. "I'm Sam."

"So, Sam, you must be pretty smart to get into Stanford," you said with a grin. "What are you planning on doing with your life?"

"I'm aiming to be a lawyer," Sam replied. "What about you?"

"I, um..." you started. "I haven't really decided yet. This is my first time here."

"So you're a freshman?" Sam asked. He grinned. "It's pretty impressive that you're already taking Chem Honors."

You smiled. "Thanks. My sister told me not to, but I ignored her advice." You chuckled. "I'll probably regret it later."

"Nah. I ignore my brother's advice all the time," Sam said with a grin. "You know, he said I shouldn't go to college. Him and my dad are both hunters, and he wanted me to stick with the family business."

"Hunters?" you said. You were surprised. Sam didn't seem like the hunter type. "So, you guys just... kill animals?"

"Y-Yeah," Sam replied with a slight stutter. "Sorry. I probably made you feel uncomfortable, didn't I?"

You shook your head. "No, Sam... it's fine."

"KIDS! SHUT UP!" the professor yelled at everybody as he walked up to the front of the classroom. Everyone immediately quieted, but you and Sam exchanged smiles one more time before the lecture started.

Castiel:

Your friend had just died in a car accident, and you were saying a prayer when you heard a distant flutter of wings that slowly got louder.

"Hello?" you said worriedly as you started to panic. Were you already going crazy?

"Hello, Y/N," a mysterious voice said. "I am an angel of the Lord."

Instantly, you whipped around to see the man. He had black hair and beautiful blue eyes, and he was wearing a trench coat.

"Who are you?" you asked as you backed away. "G-get out of my house! You're trespassing!"

"I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord," the man replied without moving.

"Angels don't wear trench coats," you argued. "Seriously, get out before I call the police."

"I heard your prayers," Castiel told you. "I am here to help."

You suddenly got a... feeling. Like everything was going to be okay. Like he was telling the truth.

Maybe you were going crazy.

"Castiel..." you said as you stepped closer. "How are you going to help me?"

The angel pulled you into a hug. "I know what you're going through. It'll be okay. Your friend isn't in hell... she's in heaven."

You wiped a tear from your cheek as you embraced the angel. "Is she happy?"

Castiel gave you a nod. "Yes. She requested for me to be sent down here because she saw that you were sad, and she wants you to be happy."

You grinned. "That's totally something she would do." You sniffed as you grabbed Castiel's hands. "Thank you... I didn't know you guys were real."

Castiel nodded. "Yes, a lot of people don't believe in us. Especially hunters. They have no idea what's coming."

"What do you mean?" you asked worriedly.

"The apocalypse," Castiel responded. "Just... never mind. Everything will be fine, Y/N. Everything will be fine..."

Crowley:

"NOOO!" you screamed as your ex-friend stabbed you in the heart. Literally, she threw a knife that hit your chest. Moments later, you'd blacked out.

You woke up in a dark and dreary place. It was super humid and hot. You were sweating already.

"Welcome to hell," a sly voice said. You turned around to find a bearded man sitting and resting his head on one of his hands. "I'm Crowley. How'd you get here?"

"Wait... I... I'm in hell?" you asked suspiciously. "No, no. This has to be a joke."

"Did you not get stabbed in the heart with a knife just a couple moments ago?" Crowley asked with a grin. "Yes, Y/N, I know all about you."

"Why am I in hell and not heaven?" you wanted to know.

"Oh, I don't know," Crowley replied. "You must've done something, yes?"

"Your Majesty," another voice said. "I have an update on the Winchesters."

"Give me a moment," Crowley said as he turned back to me. "Yes, I'm the King of Hell. But that's not important. What did you do to get in here?"

"Nothing, I swear!" you exclaimed as you started to back away.

Crowley chuckled. "Don't be afraid, Y/N. I won't hurt you. Just tell me what you did."

"Your Majesty!" a third voice said frantically. "He's here!"

"Who's here?" Crowley asked. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?"

"This is important, sir," one of the men said. "Dean Winchester has arrived."

Crowley's lips curled up into an evil smile.

"Run along now, Y/N," he said with a grin. "I've got some work to do."

Gabriel:

You walked into the bakery with a smile. Today was your mom's birthday, and you were determined to get her the perfect cake for the celebration tonight.

"I'll take a... double layer chocolate cake with vanilla frosting and flowers. Oh, and have it say happy birthday Mom, please," you said with a grin.

The employee shook his head. "I'm sorry, ma'm, we just ran out of chocolate cake."

You were shocked. "Excuse me? You RAN OUT?"

"Yes, and I'm very sorry, ma'm."

"Well, today is my mom's birthday!" you exclaimed. "Chocolate is her favorite, and everyone is depending on me to get the cake for the party tonight!"

"I truly am sorry, ma'm," the employee said, "but there's nothing we can do."

You sighed as you walked away. You were about to walk out of the store when another customer stood up and started walking towards you.

"Hey," he said. "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. You said you wanted a chocolate cake?"

"Doesn't matter," you sighed. "I'll never be able to get it in time. The party starts in an hour, and it's a half hour drive back to the house..."

"I actually own a bakery," the man said.

You turned around in surprise. "Really?"

He nodded with a grin. "Call me Gabriel. Or just call me." He winked as he handed you his phone number.

You chuckled. "Smooth. How about this - if you get me a cake, I'll go on a date with you later."

"Deal," Gabriel said with a grin. "Free of charge. But you never told me your name."

"I'm Y/N," you said, blushing.

"Cool. Let's drive to my bakery so I can get you that cake," Gabriel said with a smirk. "Take your car and follow me."

"I'll be right behind you," I replied.

"Then you'll have a nice view of my ass."

You giggled as he took your hand and said, "I'll walk you to your car."

Lucifer:

You sat down on the porch swing and thought, "it's just not fair."

Why does she have to get everything? She's beautiful, she's talented, she's popular... but she's a total jerk to you. She could even be called a bully. Her name was Rachel.

"Why does she always get her way when I just get crap?" you said aloud as you groaned in frustration. "If only she could feel the way I feel... just once..."

"She can," an unfamiliar voice said. You whipped around to see a strange man. Strange, and kind of creepy, but handsome all the same.

"Who are you and what do you want?" you asked, holding up your fists. Years of self defense had taught you how to fight, and the only reason you wanted to is because you were so angry.

"Woah, feisty!" the man said with a laugh. "I'm just here to help with your little... situation. See, I know what Rachel did to you. She stole your little boyfriend, and embarrassed you in front of everyone... but guess what? You can get revenge!"

"Jeez, who are you? The devil?" you said sarcastically.

"Oh, em, gee! How did you know? What gave me away?" the man asked with a chuckle. "You can call me Lucifer. Or, Luci, if you prefer that."

"I don't believe it," you said with a sigh. "You're probably just a creepy stalker."

"Would a stalker be able to do this?" so-called Lucifer asked as he thrusted his arm towards the porch swing. Instantly, it breaks into pieces, and you scramble to stand up before you could fall.

"What the hell? That was my porch swing," you said angrily.

Lucifer grinned. "Sorry, kiddo. I had to prove it to you." His smile faded. "I know how you really feel. You're hurt, because Rachel used to be your friend, didn't she?"

You nodded. "Yeah, and... I just... she completely betrayed me." Tears brimmed at the edge of your eyes, but you quickly blinked them away.

"You don't have to feel this pain anymore," Lucifer said gently as he put a hand on your shoulder, but you could tell he was up to something. "Rachel should be the one feeling your pain. You did nothing wrong."

"Yeah, well..." you said with a sigh. "What are we going to do about it?"

"So there is a we?" Lucifer said with a grin. "Nice. I've got it: I use my magical powers and blast us off into an alternate paradise, just for twenty-four hours. In those twenty-four hours, your little friend Rachel will be in your place."

"You can do that?" you said with wide eyes. "No way!"

"Told you I could help," Lucifer said with a grin. "Now, if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?"

"Anywhere?"

Lucifer nodded. "I can take you anywhere." He lowered his voice to a whisper as he stepped closer. "Anywhere you want, Y/N."

Jack:

"Sir? Sir, can you hear me?" You, as a paramedic, were frantically trying to treat a man who'd been slammed into a wall.

"Please, help him," the young man who'd called 911 said.

"What's his name?" you asked.

"Liam."

"And what's your name?"

He quickly hurried over to you. "I'm Jack. He's my friend... please help him."

"He's unconscious, but he's breathing," you said to Jack. "How did this happen?"

"I... I don't know..." Jack said quickly. "But he was slammed into that wall." He pointed at the wall of a brick building nearby.

"He's got a concussion and heavy internal bleeding," you concluded. You turned to your working partner. "Come on, let's get him into the ambulance."

"What's your name?" Jack asked hurriedly.

"I'm Y/N. You can't come into the ambulance, sir," you said quickly as Jack tried to climb in.

"Please. I have to know if he's okay and I don't have my driver's license!" Jack said frantically. "Let me in!"

"If you don't tell anybody, then fine. Sit here and be quiet," you replied as he jumped into the back of the ambulance. "Don't let anyone know you're here."

"Y/N, thank you," Jack said gently. "I... I need to tell you something..."

You jumped into the back of the ambulance and closed the door as it drove off. "What is it, Jack?"

"It was me..." Jack confessed. "But I swear... I didn't mean to..."

"You slammed that poor guy into the wall?" You were shocked.

"No, it's not like that... I just..."

"We'll be at the hospital soon. At least I know how it happened now," you said with a sigh.

"Please don't arrest me," Jack said in a small voice.

You couldn't help but giggle at that. "I couldn't arrest you even if I didn't want to. I'm a paramedic, not a police officer. Speaking of which..." you looked around nervously. "You aren't supposed to be here. Stay quiet while I do my job."