Sam- You and Sam were finally going on a date. You have been waiting patiently for him to ask you for, like ever. You had to finish your hunt first then go to dinner. Your content location was New Hampshire. Sam planned to a restaurant called JP Stevens.

The hunt was a simple salt and burn giving you plenty of time to get ready. You settled on a blue plaid shirt, brown boots, cream scarf and jeans. You left your hair down because even if you are excited your still lazy. You left the motel bathroom after getting ready, to see Dean giving Sam the 'if you scratch my baby I kill you' speech

"Sammy finally gonna get some," Dean smirked.

"No," you spat then looking sheepishly at Sam.

You both hopped in the Impala and speed off into the distance.

"So (Y/N) you do like AC DC because if you don't I'll change it," Sam looked at you nervously.

"Sam the first question you ask me on our date, is if I like AC DC," You laugh.

"It would be nice to know," Sam smiled.

"Lets just eat," You say scoping your hand into Sam's enormous hands walking into the restaurant once you got there.

"(Y/ N) you look very beautiful tonight."

"Sam I'm wearing a flannel and jeans," you eye him suspiciously.

"I know."

You ordered the soup and salad. Italian wedding and Garden. It was quite delicious. Or more delicious then crappy diner food.

You and Sam walked out to the parking lot hand in hand as you guys would be doing more often.

You turned to Sam and the car. You stood on your tippy toes you reached his lips so you went for it. Yes you were tall. Like as tall as Dean. You were a freak.

"Tonight was fun Sam."

Dean- It was late at night when Dean took you to that bar. It wasn't anything new. You went to lousy bars quite constantly really. That was how you sent your free time. It was either bars, blood, or Bob's Burgers.

"What can I get you on our first date (Y/ N)," Dean leaned on the counter drinking a beer that you didn't see him order.

"Surprise me," and you turn your focus toward the bar tender.

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"IF I WERE I A RICH GIRL! LA LA LA LLAA LA LA LA LA NA NA NA NA," drunk you cheers Dean on as he finishes a karaoke song and his four hundredth beer.

He stumbles off the stage getting pats on the back from fellow drunks.

"For someone who doesn't like being a vampire you sure dress like one," Dean slurs smelling like a bottle of alcohol.

You stare down at black jacket, black jeans, black boots, black necklace. You touch your black beanie on your pink dyed hair.

"You know that vampire hunt you went on years ago and some man gave vampire blood to girls so they would be his daughters and Sam killed Gordon. Well, umm, I took some but ran away and hid. Near that building of course to find out what drug I thought I took. So that's why I'm a vampire. I know what hunters do to vampires. I wanted to live. I didn't kill any people but I am a depressed vampire person so I dress depressed," you explain.

"I didn't need your life story sweet heart but I'm glad I heard it," Dean said walking closer.

"I'm calling Sam to come pick us up. I'm drunk enough to know not to drive." You spin away before you hit the wall.

Castiel- You had planed your date with Cass that night/ early early morning so you went in the clothes you were wearing. That was tan high rise pants, oatmeal shirt and dark shoes.The breakfast place was quiet because it was like five in the morning. You had the place all to yourself.

Even being up all morning you looked pretty danm a
awesome.

After a few minutes after ordering you realized just how awkward this really was. You WERE an angel. He IS an angel. Makes you brother and sister right?

"Castiel is this a date because aren't angels brother and sister," you blurt out while eating eggs in a frame.

"No."

"But-"

"(Y/ N) your not the kinda angel you think you are."

"What am I am weeping angel," you say sarcastically.

"Your one of the devil's fallen angels. And plus you don't have grace which makes you just a human."

"What now." Fallen? Angel? Devil?

"The word ‘angel’ comes to our language from the Greek word ‘aggelos’, and means basically ‘a messenger’. On most occasions these angels are messengers from God, but some are messengers from, and to, man himself. The devil’s angels are merely messengers of the devil, or messengers of human nature, messengers that reflect our mortality," Cass explained getting us weird looks from the staff. Or really a waitress. Sam I said it was five in the morning.

"This was good but I have to go," you stand up.

You actually thought that Cass might like you agreeing to go on this date but how can a worker of God love a worker of Satan?

"You can not leave. I am  so sorry (Y/ N),"  Cass zapped you into a motel room with the man who shoved you into the chair earlier and a giant with shaggy brown hair.

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