Who's your Supernatural Boyfriend?

So, this is the improved version to my first Supernatural Boyfriend quiz, which means all of the results have been fully made this time. :D So, rate high and message me please. This quiz is based off of the show Supernatural, not supernatural creatures. :P *Disclamier: I do not own anything. All credit goes to anybody who owns w/e they made and w/e I happen to own that I made in this quiz. Kripike owns Supernatural, ect.*

Created by HonestxtoxBlog on 11/30/1999

Take the Who's your Supernatural Boyfriend? quiz.

Hmm, so, first off: who do you want to get?

OK, personality-wise, everybody is different, so please describe yourself and choose as many as you'd like. :)

What about looks? How do you look? *Pick up to as many as you'd like*

-RP Time- You sat next to Sam in a booth at a diner somewhere in Greeley, Colorado at nine o'clock at night. You, Dean, and him had all just gotten done with a hunt. You had to kill a Wendigo. You hated those things, they gave you nightmares...

...so the fact that you had just killed another one, well, chills ran up your spine by the thought of it. You looked over to Sam, who was typing away at his laptop. "Where do you think Dean's at?" you wondered out loud. Sam looked over to you...

...narrowing his eyes only slightly but smirking. "Well, he did drop us off here, so something tells me he's with a girl at the motel with a six pack of beer and a very pleased smile on his face." You nodded, "That's Dean for you." You felt Sam's...

...gaze on the side of your face as you looked down at the table. "~~~~~, is something wrong?" he asked. You looked back over to him and gave a crooked smile. "No, just tired," you said. Which wasn't totally a lie. You were tired, but you were...

...also thinking about a lot of things lately too that we're really starting to irratate you. Like how Sam thought you liked Dean, which you didn't. And how you had to leave these two amazing guys because your family was in danger, but you just didn't...

...know how to tell them. You were hoping they would understand, but knowing them, they'd want to come and help, which is something you wouldn't want. This was a hunt you'd planned to do by yourself, no matter what. You sighed, life sucked.

You didn't know how to tell Sam you liked him, you didn't know how to leave them without hurting their feelings either... you looked back down at the table. Maybe you should just leave, then come back, tell Sam you like him and hope to God they forgive u.

Suddenly Sam's voice jolted you out of ur thoughts. "~~~~~, are you sure ur ok?" he asked curiously. You glanced over to him. His deep brown eyes showed they really wanted to know if you were ok or not. You bit ur lip. "I need to go," you said suddenly.

You stood up, grabbed ur jacket and rushed out of the diner and into the cool fall evening. You knew Sam was going to follow you, why wouldn't he? You felt a warm hand grip around your wrist and you turned around, getting ready to see who the person was..

..when suddenly a pair of lips crashed onto ur's unexependetly(sp?). Since you didn't really expect the kiss, ur lips didn't really move in sync-at first-then only seconds had to pass by and you were moving in perfect sync w/ whoever this person was.

The kiss was warm, and wet, and passionate, and romantic, and everything you wanted a kiss to be. Whoever the person was released their grip on ur wrist and wrapped their hands around ur waist while you tangled ur hands in their hair. Then the thought...

...hit you like a snowball hits a kid-you didn't know who you were kissing! You pulled back immeditaly. It was Sam! "Sam?" you asked, touching your bottom lip w/o a thought. "~~~~~, I like you," he said honestly, not even bothering with excuses.

You stared at him, shocked. Why were you shocked by this? Shouldn't you be happy? No, because you had to leave. "~~~~~," he said quietly, taking a step towards you. He leaned in towards you again, softly kissing you, then pulled away...

...but before he completely pulled away he bit your lip very lightly and then pressed his forehead against ur's. "What is it?" he asked wearily, obviously realizing ur family issue. "~~~~~, tell me the truth." What do you do? Tell him the truth?

-Still RP Time- You were asleep in the backseat of the Impala, streched out as much as you can possibly be in that thing, with Dean driving and Sam looking out the window boredly in the front seats. Suddenly Highway to Hell by AC/DC...

...blasted from one of Dean's casset tapes, making u sit up in the backseat almost immeditalty. He laughed, turning down the music. "I'm on the Highway to Hell," he sung along. U glared at him, running a hand through ur hair. "Haha," u said sarcastically.

Sam glanced back at you. "We're on our way to Salt Lake City, Utah." "Don't Mormons(sp?) live there?" you couldn't help but ask. "I've slept with other people's girlfriends before," Dean said with a shrug. "It's not like that, Dean," you said simply...

...Sam looked over to Dean. "Did you learn *anything* in history class?" Dean narrowed his eyes and returned his attention to the road, obviously just wanting to drop the subject, something that was fine with you. "So what's in Salt Lake City?" you...

....decided to ask them. Dean spoke up, clearing his throat. "Other than Mormons?" He glared at Sam when he said that part, but Sam just smirked, returning his gaze to the window as trees blurred past them. "Apparently a zombie."

You sighed. "Why is it when we always face zombies, the only thing I can think of is Dawn of the Dead or some cheesy horror flick?" you said, leaning back against the backseat again. Dean smirked. "Cause you watch to many movies." *FASTFORWARD*

You sat on the edge of a bed of the motel room you, Dean, and Sam we're all sharing. Sam was out looking for clues, which left you stuck with Dean. Just freaking perfect. He came out of the bathroom, only a towel as his clothing item.

You couldn't help but notice the glistening water that was sticking to his body, as if it didn't want to leave. He smirked. "Ur staring," he noted. "No, I'm admiring..." u stalled, trying to find something to admire on him other than his body, "Ur towel"

He nodded, obviously not buying it. You rolled ur eyes. "Fine, you have a nice body, happy now?" you said. His smirk turned into a smile as he walked towards you. You had no idea what he was planning. "What are you doing?" you asked.

He stopped only, maybe, six inches away from you. "Dean," you said softly but sternly, looking up at him. He had a seductive look in his eyes. "~~~~~," he mimiked, but he practially purred your name as he bended down...

...to your level, making you fall on ur back onto the bed. He hovered over you on the bed. Somehow he was managing to hold onto his towel and have one hand prop him up at the same time. His face was only inches from ur's, and he licked his lips...

...obviously thinking about whether he wanted to kiss you or not. He began to lean forward then, and now it was your decision on whether to lean forward or not. What do you say/do/think?

-More RP- It was a cold, quiet night in Battle Creek, Michigan. You sat perched on the hood of ur car, arms wrapped around legs, machette in one hand and beer in the other. If it wasn't obvious already, you were hunting vampires; which probably...

...wasn't a bright idea to do by urself, especially when u had already drank 1 whole bottle of whiskey. You weren't a drunk, actually, the complete opposite. You never drank on hunts, but just recently you had found out a hunter you were really...

...good friends with had been killed by a group of vampires, so mostly this hunt was just a revenge hunt. Then you'd go back to doing what you usually did. Hunting demons, ghosts, ect. Most hunters we're probably doing the exact same thing...

...well, hunters who had been friends of this hunter anyways. You stared out into the cold abyss. "Ma'am?" came a slightly familiar voice. You whipped ur head around and saw a man around maybe his forties looking back at you. He looked cautious.

Probably a hunter like urself, but you could never be to sure these days. "Who're you?" you asked, ur speech not even slurred. It took a lot for you to get drunk, but you had to admit you we're slightly dizzy. "Depends, who're you?" he asked.

He had probably noticed ur machette. "~~~~~," you said, not even caring. Hey, if he was a cop you could just knock him uncounious or something, couldn't you? "John," he responded. "John," you said, the name sounding familiar. Then it hit you.

U nodded, biting ur lip. "John Winchester." He took a few steps towards u and u finally saw his machette in his hand. "So you knew Bill?" u asked. "Yeah," he said gruffly, "It's a shame he died. He was a good hunter." U nodded and took a swig of ur beer.

"I'm not a vampire," you said after swallowing the liquid in ur mouth. John gave a nod like he knew it, but like he couldn't take any chances. You gave him a sideways glance. "How old are you?" John asked, realizing the look you were giving him.

"I'm old enough," you said, returning ur attention back to the dark wilderness. "The question is, are you *too* old?" You knew he had a faint smirk on his lips. "I have two sons," he said. "I know," you sighed, "I've met Dean." You looked over to him.

"Don't worry, we didn't," you said with a faint laugh, "Although, he wanted too," you couldn't help but add. "He's a nice kid, John. He's brave, but he should show his true emotions more often." John sighed. "What about Sam?" "Sam is-" but you were...

...cut off by the sudden sound of branches braking in the distance. You slid of the roof of ur car. "Maybe we can finish this conversation later?" John asked. You looked over to John, who was looking at you. What do you say/think/do?

-Final RP- You sat on the stone steps outside of the church waiting for Dean and Sam to return from being "FBI Agents" intergatting a priest when Castiel suddenly appeared in front of you. "Cas!" you said, shocked. "~~~~~," he greeted.

You took a few deep calming breaths and stood up from ur spot on the stone steps. "What're you doing here?" you decided to ask. "I've come to give you this," Cas said, handing you a sheet of paper. You grabbed it from him...

... giving him a quizical look in the process. "It's not really for me, is it?" you asked. Cas let out a emotionless sigh, like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders (which he did), and said, "Techneically it is. It's for you, Dean, and Sam."

You nodded and pocketed the note. "I'm guessing it's mostly for Dean," you said, looking back up at him, but he was gone. *FASTFORWARD* You shoved ur duffel bag into the trunk of the Impala along with Sam and Dean, and then felt a...

...hand on ur thigh. You looked over to see Dean reaching into ur jean pocket! "Hey!" you protested, beginning to push him away. Sam looked over to you two w/ a puzzled expression on his face. Suddenly Cas popped up. "Did you give him the note?" he asked.

Then it clicked. You had completely forgotten about the note once they had exited the church and you guys' had solved the case, so Dean must've seen it sticking out of ur pocket and reached for it like a kid when he sees candy! Dean held up the note...

...with a trimpuhant smile. U rolled ur eyes. Cas walked towards u guys. "Just read it," you said. Dean did, but to himself. "It's an address." He looked up at Castiel. "So?" "It's ur next hunt," Castiel responded. "Where?" you asked, growing curious.

Dean looked over to you, a smirk on his face. "Hollywood." You stared at him, then looked over to Castiel. "Seriously? There's a case in a Hollywood?" you asked, suprised. Castiel narrowed his eyes only slightly and tilted his head. "Do you...

...not want to go?" he asked. U crossed ur arms over ur chest. "That's not it. It's just-" you sighed, looking over to Dean and Sam who both looked kind of excited, "Isn't it strange for a hunt to be in *Hollywood*?" They shrugged. "Who cares." Dean said.

You sighed and rolled ur eyes. Dean threw the rest of the duffel bags into the trunk, shut it, and hopped into the driver's seat exictedly, Sam followingly behind him. You looked back over to Cas. "Am I going to be expecting any...

...unexpected visits?" you asked cautionly walking towards him. He just stayed where he was standing. "Maybe," he said. You nodded and looked up at him, it seemed like everybody you knew was taller than you. Suddenly Castiel brushed his hand...

...against your cheek, sending shivers done ur spine. Maybe it was just because he was an angel, or maybe it was because of something more. Who knows? "~~~~~, I've been feeling..." he paused, obviously trying to think of the word...

... "...emotions, for you lately. My surpiours are beginning to question me lately and-" he stopped talking and you looked up at him, holding ur breath, waiting for his next words, but you didn't get words, instead you felt his lips on ur's.

First he kissed ur bottom lip, then ur top. You placed ur hands on his chest, realization dawning upon you, and you gently pushed him away. You bit ur lip and glanced up at him beneath ur eyelashes. "Cas, are you saying what I think ur saying?" you asked

Castiel sighed. "~~~~~, I'm saying, after this hunt, I choose humanity but only if you want to be with me." You gazed up at him, shocked by the fact Cas actually made a decision like this. What do you say/think/do?

So, we know there are a lot of things you can be when it comes to working with Supernatural things. You can either hunt them down (Hunters), there's phyics, ect. ect. ect. What-and you most likely won't be this-would you want to be?

Last Question. It's actually important, seeing as Dean has a favorite weapon (his gun) and Sam has super powers. :P Anyways, what would be ur favorite weapon? :D

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