#tfw preference

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Preference: Waking Up Together

Dean:

Waking up with Dean is like waking up in heaven. You’re nestled against his chest and tangled in sheets, his heart beating under your ear and greeting you to a new morning. Or rather, late morning. Dean loves to sleep in with you - you keep away the nightmares, he says, and he’s taken to going to bed earlier so he can fall asleep and wake up with you. “Morning, sunshine,” he’ll say when you open your eyes. His hair’s a mess, his eyes are bleary and there’s a tiny bit of drool dried at the corner of his mouth, but he’s still the most perfect sight you could’ve laid eyes on. You hum and cuddle in closer, but he kisses your temple and pushes you away. As much as he loves cuddling with you, now that you’re awake he wants to spend as much of the day with you as he can. “C’mon, I’ll make breakfast,” he murmurs, his breath tickling your neck as he leans in close. He presses kisses across your shoulder, his scruff tickling you and making you giggle before you relent and get to your feet, throwing on one of his shirts and following him to the kitchen, where he dons his “Kiss the Chef” apron and cooks the perfect start for your day together.

Sam:

Waking up with Sam is a rarity. He gets up at ungodly hours of the morning to work out, so you’re often left grasping at empty sheets in a cold bed as you wake. But on these days he’ll always have made you breakfast, sometimes even bringing it to you in bed, delivered with a stunning smile and a kiss on the forehead. But, sometimes, you’ll wake up to find Sam still asleep beside you, having turned off the alarm half asleep earlier, and it’s these moments you treasure the most. You watch the way his eyelids flutter, his lips parting with every gentle breath, his face devoid of the stress the day often marks it with. You cuddle in closer to his side - Sam’s like your own personal heater, big and warm, and his arms cage you to his chest as he slowly comes to. He glances down and sees you curled into him and an almost giddy smile crosses his face, the only thing running through his mind being how lucky he is to be able to wake up to you. “Morning,” he’ll whisper, fearing that if he speaks too loudly, the precious moment you shared will find an end. You murmur a reply, and Sam runs his fingers idly through your hair whilst his other hand plays lightly with your fingers. You feel so vulnerable in these moments, like the two of you are in your own special world, free from any and all worry. When Dean calls out that breakfast is ready and you reluctantly begin to remove yourself from Sam’s arms, he holds you a little tighter, his lips finding the top of your head. “Let’s just stay like this for a little while,” he breathes, and you smile, more than happy to comply.

Cas:

He mightn’t sleep, but there’s nothing that Castiel enjoys more than being with you when you wake up. He’ll smile as you blink groggily, eyes heavy and longing for a few minutes more, before realising he’s there and curling into him as you yawn. He thinks you’re absolutely adorable first thing in the morning, grumpy and sleepy as you may be. Cas loves that your inhibitions are gone, and thinks waking is one of the purest states of being human - no false pretences, no mask, just you. He’ll kiss your forehead and wrap his arms around you, whispering “Good morning,” and reminding you that another beautiful day awaits. He’s patient as you slowly emerge from your slumber and his hand seeks yours so he can raise it to his lips and press a soft kiss to your knuckles. When you finally reply with a quiet, “Morning,” he can’t help but think that there’s no better sound than your voice, even thick and slurred with the last clinging remnants of sleep. “Did you have sweet dreams?” he’ll ask as you come to, and while they’re still fresh in your mind you’ll share the nonsense your subconsciousness comes up with as you sleep. Whether good or bad, Cas hangs on your every word, and when you’re finally fully awake, he greets you with a kiss before the both of you get on with your day.

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Preference: When your allergies act up

A/N: this wasn't requested, I've just been sneezing every 5 minutes for the past 2 days. The allergies described here are much more severe than mine, but I don’t why else I’d be sneezing so much other than allergies, even though it’s November.

Dean

He would pretend to be disgusted at first at all your loaded sneezes—especially when they came out of nowhere and you didn’t have a tissue ready. You’d usually flip him the bird, or if you were feeling especially mischievous, threaten to wipe your snot on him, in which case he would catapult himself away from his cuddling position on the bunker’s couch with you ASAP. But you would still find Benadryl with a glass of water and your favorite snack on your nightstand in your room whenever he wasn’t around. He finally broke his “no chick flicks moments rule” when he came home from a hunt to find you curled in the bed you shared, the area around your eyes puffy and swollen with a monster headache. He made sure to stay by your side and take good care of you after that, no matter how snotty your sneezes were.

Sam

Sam was a sweetheart about it from the beginning. From grabbing you medicine, to water, to tissues, blankets, everything. Even when you were sure you looked like a tomato with your sneezes full of ammo, he merely cuddled you closer and kissed your forehead, vowing to stay in bed with you the whole weekend and watch Netflix. He’d offered to drive you to the doctor too, but you assured him you’d manage with allergy meds. While you were asleep, he’d been researching ways to help alleviate your symptoms, or at least make you more comfortable while you rode the worst of it out, with him right by your side.

Castiel

Allergies weren’t something Castiel had experienced before, so he knew next to nothing about them. He’d conducted his own thorough research and even asked Sam and Dean for help. He wanted to make sure he had all the facts so he could help you in the most efficient way possible. When he felt he’d gathered enough data, he poofed into the bunker with plenty of medication and tissues. Unsure whether allergies and a cold were at all alike, he’d brought you Campbell’s chicken noodle soup from the nearest store anyway, assuring you that he would watch over you until you felt better again.

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Preference: First Kiss

Dean: When Dean kisses you the first time, it’s careful. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s sure of every movement. He places his palm on your cheek, and leans closer to you, stopping when your noses almost touch. He looks into your eyes in a way he’s never done before, and for a moment, you see a touch of uncertainty glimmer in his expression. He whispers “Do you really want this?” and you reply with a grin, “More than anything”. With those words, his features change into pride, and tilts your head up to meet his lips. He savors the moment, wanting to remember every aspect of the way you taste, the way you feel against his lips, and he wants it to be perfect for you

Sam: Sam takes you off guard one day. He’s been thinking about kissing you for months now, but he swears he just ‘hasn’t found the right moment yet’. Well all that goes out the window on this day. The hunt had gone bad, leading to you injured enough to warrant a trip to the ER. You slept for 16 hours there, Sam never once leaving your side, or taking his hand from yours. When you finally woke up, the younger brother nearly cried in relief. He hugged you as gently as he could, breathing you in. When he pulled back, he took your face in both his hands and crushed his lips to yours, if only for one daringly passionate moment. Your eyes stayed open and wide the whole time, and when he moved back, you smiled and knew then that you would forever be in love with Sam Winchester

Cas: You were on a crappy motel bed watching a sitcom after a hunt. You all had finished pretty early, but didn’t feel like hitting the road quite yet. Sam was currently in the shower, and Dean was on the other bed, while Cas was sitting next to you on yours. You burst out laughing at one of the scenes, when you noticed Castiel watching you rather than the screen. You turned to him, smile still painting your lips, to ask him what was going on. He looked thoughtful, and a little confused, as you quirked an eyebrow at him and laughed a bit at his odd demeanor. In that moment the angel changed from pensive to determined, and in an instant leaned down to roughly kiss your lips, in a passionate way that would usually lead to more than just kissing. You kissed him back without thinking, an automatic response kicking in. When you both moved away for air Dean was staring at you both, mouth agape. “Could you at least wait until I was out of the room?!” You smiled, but Cas looked worried. He said to you, quiet enough for Dean not to hear. “Did I make a mistake?” You giggled. “No Cas, quite the opposite”, which brought a huge grin to the angel’s face. A smile that couldn’t be wiped off for the rest of the day, no matter how many times the brothers teased him

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Preference: Snow Day

i wrote this because it's cold here right now and i thought why the hell not. ((also idk if you're supposed to put gifs with these i suppose i could if anyone wants me to so yeah))

Dean:

It was a cold, windy day in December and you hadn’t even known about the blizzard warning. You and Dean had taken the Impala for a simple supply run and reassured Sam you’d be back before the hour was over. Mother Nature had other plans for you, though, and looking through the windows of the grocery store you realized there was no way Dean could drive in that storm, no matter how good of a driver he was. He held the bag containing his apple pie close to his chest and took your hand, shooting you a ‘here goes nothing’ look, and together you raced through the snow to the car. The freezing wind stung your face and the snowflakes stuck to your eyelashes in clumps, making it hard to see. You dropped into the passenger seat with shivers racking your body, rubbing your hands together and cracking a smile at Dean’s obvious grumpiness. Dean turned the heat up all the way and shrugged out of his jacket, wrapping it around you without a word, and backed out of the parking lot. He made it a good three quarters of a mile before Baby stalled in the icy weather and he pulled her over to the shoulder, sighing in defeat. He turned to look at you with a soft smile, your little puffs of breath mingling in the air and he climbed into the backseat, pulling you after him. You sat with your back pressed to his chest in an attempt to keep each other warm and he picked up one of the grocery bags. He gave you a teeth-chattering smile and said, “Now’s good a time as any to eat that pie, right?”

Sam:

Sam woke you up like he usually does, wrapping his arms around you and breathing against your hair in that way that tickles your scalp and eventually you laugh and heave yourself out of bed, always reluctant to leave. You spend the morning together in comfortable silence, pouring yourself another cup of coffee and yawning as you flip the page of the ancient book in front of you. Sam reaches over and takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and smiling as if it was a secret, and your heart starts to beat just a little bit faster. You were surprised that little gestures like this still managed to throw you off, that even now you were still falling for Sam and there didn’t seem to be an end to it. After a while you got up to stretch and Sam followed you to the window, looking out at the snow coming down in piles. Sam turned away and started a fire in the fireplace and before you could question it he asked if you’d ever had s’mores. With a start you realized that you had never, in fact, had a s’more in your entire life. You shake your head and for a second he looks appalled, and then he races into the kitchen without another word. While he’s gone you decide to make a pillow fort near the fire to keep warm, and by the time Sam comes back with his arms full of various food items you’ve created a structure just big enough for the two of you. He laughs and wriggles in next to you, handing you a big bag of marshmallows. Sam shows you how to make a s’more and grins at the way your face lights up on the first bite, and proceeds to fall over laughing when you try to steal his. You learn that Sam is one of those people who eats the marshmallows straight out of the bag and totally disregards the graham crackers, and you sit there laughing with him long after the fire’s died out.

Cas:

You adjust your beanie on your head and grin at Cas. “You wanna build a snowman?” Cas tilts his head to the side in that endearingly familiar motion, and you can already see the “I don’t understand that reference” forming on his lips, so you kiss them instead. He looks pleasantly surprised by this and begins to turn red, a dusting of snow in his hair and on the lapels of his coat. You grab his hand and run deeper into the woods near the bunker, laughing when you fall into a big snow drift. Cas looks on, worried that you’re hurt, but you just tug on his sleeve until he falls down next to you, shockingly warm compared to your surroundings. You collapse back into the snow behind you and move your arms and legs back and forth, pausing when Cas stares at you. You tell him about snow angels and he simply looks at you curiously, and you have to explain the concept to him at least three times before he leans back and tries it himself. You both step back and look at the lopsided indentations you’ve made in the snow and Cas does the head tilt again. As he brushes off his coat he says that this is hardly a good representation of what his brothers and sisters look like, but he smiles anyway. His eyes are bluer than the winter sky and they widen as you throw a snowball straight at his chest, and you can’t help but laugh at the idea of having to explain snowball fights to an Angel of the Lord.