Sam- Hunting zombies just made you so tired. Well everything makes you tired.

Coming home from a hunt is nothing like coming home from vacation. Sleeping on your nice comfy bed. Clean sheets.

You slept on a motel couch. Fun. You bet strippers of all kinds used those pillows and now your head is on them. Disgusting.

You had only been back for an hour but already had two beers. Sam and Dean were both asleep.

You know what this shit ain't worth nothing I'm sleeping in the bed. With that you pushed your sorry ass of the couch and dragged it to Sam's bed.

You poked his cheek.

"Sam," you whisper.

"Can I sleep in your bed, I hate that dumb couch."

"Yeah, sure." He said was he pulled down the covers as you slipped into them.

You literally chucked your pillow into the wall and placed your head on Sam's chest.

Hey, who know when the last time those pillows were washed.

Dean- You are hunting a vengeful spirit. It was a little girl. She threw you around and cut you up pretty bad. You could fix it thought.

Once you got back to the motel you told Sam and Dean you were going in your room to stitch your arm up. When you got into the room you sat on the bed and cried. You did this after every hunt.

You hated your life for years. You kill even if it is murderous monsters, like yourself. You did drugs and ended up a vampire. The boys didn't know you did this and you didn't plan telling them.

You pulled your knees up onto the bed and rocked yourself back and forth muttering you need to get a grip.

"(Y/ N) I need the medical tape. Do you- what are you doing?" Dean stares at you as you quickly put your legs away from your face and on the bed.

He walks over.

"Why are you crying," he questions.

You gesture you yourself.

"What your cuts hurt?"

"GOD I HATE THE WORLD," You scream not caring who heard anymore.

Dean left the room and came back with a CD.

"You don't strike me as a Beatles kinda guy," you laugh softly wiping a tear off your face ashamed Dean saw you like this.

The beginning of Hey Jude came on and Dean pulled you into a hug.

"Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart and you can start to make it better. Hey Jude, don't be afraid. You were made to go out and get her. The minute you let her under your skin then you begin to get better," the radio sang as Dean pulled you around dancing slowly.

He hummed to tune in your ear as you cried into his shoulder for the rest of the song and past

Castiel- After a year of never finding your 'grace' you and Cass became very close. Hunting together, chatting, drinking and him being angel it took a lot of booze to get him drunk.

"Cass I'm getten chocolate covered almonds, Jiffy Pop, Cookie Dough Bits what do you," you shout to the ceiling. Any normal person would think you were insane but you knew Castiel heard you and would zap here to tell you what he wanted.

You had finished hunting down some demonic bitches and were getting ready for an Office marathon.

"(Y/ N) I'm an angel. I do not need to eat food," Cass had zapped in to tell you.

"Still tastes good," you mumbled walking out the door, to the closest department store buying your goods for you and Cass. You also bought Dean pie and Sam beer so you won't have to stop your show to go buy it once they drove to the motel.

"OH CASSIE! BETTER HAVE PAPERVIEW ON THE TV ALREADY," you literally scream as soon as you get back to the motel.

After a long day ( week ) of hunting almonds, cookie dough, popcorn and Dean's pie really hit the stop.

If somebody would like to make a Supernatural Preference cover for me that would be awesome. Thank you. :D