New fanfiction writer. There aren't enough Balthazar fics out there so I decided to start writing my own. I hope you'll follow and support me on this journey, cus I have no idea what I'm doing. Feedback appreciated. REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! Masterlist Current Prompt List
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Request: Hi there! Could I request “You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are.” with an annoyed, sleep deprived reader? Thank you if you can write it! I hope you have a lovely day! -&
A/N: This was originally supposed to be short and funny but then I just kept writing and some other stuff developed along the way. Hope you all enjoy!
Warnings: Language
Word Count: 2.8K
Prompt 5: “You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are.”
The Impala pulled to an abrupt stop, sending you falling off the back seat where you had been trying to get some sleep. You hadn’t been particularly successful, thanks to Dean’s loud music. It was currently very late, or very early, depending on how you looked at it. You, Dean, and Sam had just finished a hunt in Tennessee and Dean had decided that you weren’t staying another night in the small, run-down motel you’d been operating out of for the past couple of days, insisting that his driving was better than the possibility of bed-bugs.
“We’re home,” Dean grumbled, not even noticing your crumpled form on the Impala’s floor.
You moaned from your position on the floor, “I may just sleep here, boys. At this point, your crappy backseat is probably as comfortable as my bed.”
Sam snorted, pushing himself out of the passenger-side door. “Your back will regret it in the morning, Y/N.”
“And my backseat is not crappy,” Dean mumbled, attempting to be angry, but his tiredness leached into his voice, making it sound more like a pout.
Sighing, you pulled yourself up and practically rolled out of the door Sam was holding open for you. Surprisingly, you landed on your feet and even managed to grab your duffle bag before swaying a little bit on your feet. “Okayyyy,” you said drowsily, leaning back against the Impala, “time for bed.”
“You gonna wash the blood outta your hair first, kid?” Dean asked from where he’d opened the trunk to grab his bag.
You squeaked, pulling out your ponytail and moving your hair in front of your face. “How the hell did I miss that? I thought I got it all when we stopped at that truck stop.”
“Well,” Sam started, grabbing his bag from Dean, “at least you can take a shower and not be afraid you’re gonna catch some sort of parasite from the water.”
Scrunching up your nose, you headed towards the bunker door. “The one positive for the night, I suppose,” you muttered to yourself, swinging open the door with as much enthusiasm as you could muster. “Cassie! We’re home!”
“You should leave while you still can. He’s been threatening to lock the door and put up angel wards, so I’ll be forced to play some drinking game with him,” Castiel said, appearing in the kitchen doorway.
Sam looked over at you and Dean before making his way down the stairs. “Who’s here Cas?” You followed him, exhaustion suddenly overcome by caution. And by the look on Castiel’s face, you were starting to think you should take his advice and go back to your nice, not comfy spot in the Impala.
“You act as if I’m going to start another apocalypse, Castiel,” came a smooth, accented voice from the kitchen. Coming to stand beside Cas, Balthazar crossed his arms and leaned back against the doorway, eyes coming to rest on you coming down the stairs. “Hello boys, Y/N.”
Letting the tension release from your body, you finished making your way down the stairs, “Just don’t drink so much that I have to peel you off of the kitchen table when I wake up tomorrow morning.” You continued through the room, making for the hallway that led to your bedroom and your sweet, sweet bed. “If I wake up tomorrow morning.”
“It’s already tomorrow, darling,” Balthazar smirked and looked down at his watch. “In fact, it’s been tomorrow for about four hours.”
Dean groaned and pushed past you as you turned to send a glare at the angel, “You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are.”
Eyebrows raising slightly, Balthazar pushed off the doorway and walked a little further into the room, “I was merely pointing out a fact, my dear. You have a watch on your wrist if you’d like to check yourself.”
Hands clenching into fists around your duffle bag, you narrowed your eyes and took one step forward.
“Okay!” Sam said, grabbing your shoulders and turning you back toward the hallway. “Time for bed! You can strangle him in the morning, I promise.”
Balthazar and Castiel watched as Sam guided you down the hallway and out of sight. Cas sighed and turned to head towards the library, “She would probably react better to your presence if you weren’t so sarcastic.”
Balthazar furrowed his brow and followed his brother, “What on earth are you talking about, Cassie?”
Sitting down at a table, Cas began looking through the research he’d been doing before Balthazar showed up, “You like Y/N,” he said simply.
“What?” Balthazar froze in his movement towards the chair opposite Castiel, eyes widened.
Sensing that he wouldn’t be able to get back to his research for a while, Castiel shut the lore book and met Balthazar’s shocked stare across the table, “You like Y/N,” he repeated as Balthazar sat down. “It’s not that hard to notice, brother. I am, as Dean likes to say when he’s trying to be nice, “socially inept” and even I can see how much you care for her.”
“And you came to this conclusion how, exactly?” Balthazar questioned, summoning a glass of wine, and taking a sip.
“You didn’t come here to get me to play a drinking game, Balthazar.”
“Yes, I did.”
“No,” Cas sighed, folding his hands on the table, “you came to the bunker because you knew the Winchesters and Y/N were on their way back from a hunt. You arrived ten minutes before they did because you wanted to see Y/N.”
Taking another sip of his wine, Balthazar smirked, “You have no way of knowing that, Castiel.”
“Every other minute until they arrived, you were looking at the bunker door, like you were waiting for someone to come through. When Y/N announced that they were home, you smiled. And the others might not have noticed it, but you flinched when you saw the blood in her hair,” Castiel finished and ran a hand through his already messy hair. “Just stop lying to yourself, Balthazar.”
Balthazar’s smirk had slowly turned into a frown as he listened to Castiel. Swirling his wine glass, he looked down at the table, “I’m very good at it though, lying.”
Castiel frowned and tilted his head to the side, “You’re scared, aren’t you? That Y/N doesn’t care for you the same way you care for her.” When Balthazar lifted his eyes to meet Castiel’s but didn’t say anything, Cas continued, “You lose nothing, brother, if you talk to her, but you stand to gain quite a lot if she feels the same.”
“Well,” Balthazar said softly, “my plans for today didn’t exactly include confessing my love for the little huntress, but I suppose I could squeeze it into my schedule. One thing, Cassie,” Balthazar continued, downing the rest of his wine, “Could you get dumb and dumber out of the bunker for a couple of hours after Y/N wakes up? I’d prefer to do this without them in the picture.”
Cas smiled and reopened his book, satisfied with the end of this conversation, “Of course, Balthazar. I’ll contact you when I’ve come up with a plan. Now let me finish my research.”
Rolling his eyes, Balthazar stood up, “Fine, I’ll make myself scarce until this afternoon. I have a feeling Y/N won’t be up before noon.” With a whoosh of air and the sound of wings, he left the library.
***
You slowly blinked your eyes open, groaning as you stretched your legs out under the covers. Reaching out for your phone, you brought it to your face to check the time. 1:32. A solid nine hours of sleep. You yawned and pushed the covers off you and rolled out of bed. Looking in the mirror at your pajama-clad form, your gaze was drawn up to your face. Apparently, nine hours of sleep did nothing for the dark circles underneath your eyes. Throwing your hair up into a bun, you walked out of your room in search of food.
As you made your way down the hall, you heard voices drifting out of the kitchen. You slowed your pace, trying to stay quiet.
“What do you mean he took everything that was in our fridge?”
“How did he even know where to find my secret stash of beer?!”
“I’m gonna knock him into next week, the bastard.”
Confused, you rounded the corner in the kitchen and looked at the three men in front of you. Sam was holding open the door to the refrigerator to show empty shelves, while Dean was busy flinging open the cabinet doors, only to reveal more empty shelves. “Guys…what’s going on?”
Dean spun around, anger clear on his face, “That bastard that calls himself an angel, either took all of our food or ate all of our food and I’m gonna end him the next time he shows his smug little face around here.”
“Balthazar?” you questioned, moving to lean against the kitchen table next to Castiel.
“Who else,” Sam mumbled, closing the fridge.
Frowning, you crossed your arms and looked at the boys, “The only thing that got me out of bed today was the thought of eating the rest of my Lucky Charms and you’re telling me I can’t even do that?”
“I suggested going to the store,” Castiel stated, “just to get the necessities before I can convince Balthazar to return everything that he took, but Dean wants to hunt him down now.”
You glared over at Dean as you practically growled out, “Go get me some Lucky Charms, Dean. It could be days before he shows back up and I can’t go days without Lucky Charms.”
Gulping, Dean looked over at Sam, “Okay, Sammy and I will run to the store. Cas, you can – “
“I’ll come to the store with you,” Cas interrupted, pushing off of the table and heading towards the garage.
After exchanging confused looks, the boys shrugged and moved to follow Cas out of the kitchen.
“Think you can survive for a bit without your Lucky Charms, Y/N?” Sam asked as he walked by.
You frowned and hopped on top of the table, crossing your arms over your chest, “Just go get my fucking Lucky Charms. And be quick about it.”
Both laughing, the brothers left the kitchen and headed out to the garage. Sighing, you laid down on the table and turned your head to look at the empty cabinets. You laid there for a few minutes, think about your marshmallow cereal. As you stared at the empty shelves, you closed your eyes, hoping the boys would be fast, and when you opened them again, you practically fell off the table. The shelves were…full. And there, on the counter, was your box of Lucky Charms.
“The fuck?” you whispered, walking over to your cereal.
“Sorry about that, darling. Needed to get the wonder twins out of the bunker for a while.”
You spun around to see Balthazar leaning against the table you’d just been laying on. Narrowing your eyes, you thought about actually strangling the angel as Sam had suggested last night, but that thought was cut off as your stomach growled. Loudly. You huffed out a breath and turned back to your cereal, grabbing a bowl and pouring the Lucky Charms in, “I’ll be angry with you as soon as I finish my cereal.” Moving over to the fridge, you pulled out the milk and walked back over to the counter, adding it to your delicious breakfast. Grabbing a spoon and pushing the cereal down into the milk, you turned around and leaned against the counter, once again narrowing your eyes at the angel, “But you could start by telling me why exactly you stole all our food.”
Balthazar rolled his eyes, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “I already told you, darling, I needed to get the Winchesters out the bunker. Castiel came up with this lovely little plan to take them shopping.”
You were practically shoveling cereal into your mouth at this point, but stopped when Balthazar mentioned Castiel, “Cas helped you? Why?”
“You see,” he said, “dear old Cassie and I had a very enlightening conversation last night and he may have convinced me to do something that I’ve been putting off for a while now.”
Suspicious, you turned and put your half-eaten bowl of cereal on the counter behind you. “Which was?” you questioned, turning back to Balthazar, only to find him directly in front of you.
“This,” he whispered before bringing his lips to yours. For a few seconds, you were too shocked to do anything before you finally relaxed and began moving your lips against his. Sighing into the kiss, you brought your hands to Balthazar’s chest before sliding them up to wrap your arms around his neck. Balthazar’s hands came to rest on your hips, softly pushing you back into the counter and bringing his body impossibly closer to yours.
You didn’t break away until your lungs were screaming for air. Pulling away slightly, you met Balthazar’s eyes, fingers playing with the short strands of hair at the nape of his neck. “You’re still a cereal thief,” you breathed out, trying to keep a smile from your face but failing miserably.
Balthazar laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly, “I did return it, didn’t I, darling?” One of his hands moved up to cup the side of your face, “Can you find it in yourself to forgive me?”
Rolling your eyes, you heard your stomach growling again. You reached behind and grabbed your bowl of Lucky Charms, “Let me finish my breakfast and might think about it,” you said as you began eating once more.
Scoffing and pulling his hands away, Balthazar brought a hand to his chest in mock indignation, “You’re choosing cereal over me? I don’t think I’ve ever been so offended.”
“Have you ever had Lucky Charms, Balthazar?” you questioned, keeping a straight face. “If they sit in the milk for too long that marshmallows get too soggy and dissolve. I can’t just leave it sitting around while you kiss me into the counter.”
Tilting his head to the side and reaching around you, Balthazar picked up the cereal box, found a bowl in a cupboard, poured some in, and finished it off with some of the milk that you’d left on the counter. He grabbed a spoon and turned to lean against the counter next to you, hip touching yours.
You looked over at him as he spooned some of the cereal into his mouth, “So?” you questioned.
He put the spoon back in the bowl and met your eyes, “It’s…edible. It would probably taste better if it were in whiskey instead of milk, though.”
Scrunching up your nose, you shook your head, “You can’t have whiskey for breakfast, Bal,” you said as you finished your cereal and set the bowl on the counter. “Breakfast is supposed to give you the energy to get through the day, not make you drunk and lazy.”
“Angel, darling,” Balthazar smirked and continued slowly eating the cereal. “It would take a lot more than a bowl of whiskey to make me “drunk and lazy” as you put it.”
“So that time I found you passed out in here means that…”
“I had quite a bit more than whiskey that night. But I can be quite fun,” Balthazar said bumping his hip against yours, “in the hours before I hit that point.”
You laughed as you grabbed his now-empty bowl and put it in the sink along with yours, “I don’t doubt that, but I think – “
“Y/N!” came Dean’s voice from outside of the stairway. “I got your damn Lucky Charms!”
Eyes going wide, you looked over at Balthazar, “You better leave if you don’t want Dean to murder you. I’ll just tell them that everything reappeared after they left.”
“That’s probably for the best,” Balthazar reached out and took your hand, “but let me take you out tonight. Somewhere without any Winchesters.”
You smiled softly, meeting his eyes, “Yeah, I’d like that.” Dean’s footsteps sounded in the hallway outside of the kitchen, bringing your attention back to the present. “Now go, I’d hate for Dean to kill you before you take me out.”
Balthazar smiled before bringing your knuckles to his lips and disappearing with a whoosh.
“Y/N? Did you hear – son of a bitch!”
You turned around to see Dean standing in the kitchen doorway, holding a box of Lucky Charms, and staring at the full cupboards that he had left open. He waived the box towards the full cupboards, “When did this happen?”
Shrugging, you walked over and took the box from his hand, setting it on a shelf along with your other box of cereal. “About ten minutes ago. I didn’t call cus I figured you were on your way back.”
Sam and Cas walked in holding grocery bags, with Cas’s eyes flicking over to you and then to the two bowls sitting in the sink before smiling and setting his grocery bag’s down. “Balthazar probably took pity on your need for Lucky Charms, Y/N,” Cas said, meeting your eyes, a small smirk playing on his face.
“It’s a good thing he did,” you replied, matching his smirk, “I was getting a little tired of waiting for him.”
Request: Hey! Would you ever do a Balthazar x plus size reader fic? I like the idea of the reader saying prompt 29.“Do you even own a shirt?” and Balthazar replying something like “I am wearing a shirt” (you know a reference to how deep the neck lines are). It doesn’t have to be anything romantic just something funny. Thanks!
A/N: Two fics in one day! That’s a new record for me! @morganofthecoves1 let me know what you think! I tried my best, but any advice that you have for writing for a plus-size reader is greatly appreciated!
Word Count: 1K
Prompt 29: “Do you even own a shirt?”
You left your room in the bunker in search of breakfast. The boys were gone, out hunting a couple of vamps, something you knew they could easily handle on their own. That left you and Castiel with the run of the place. In an attempt to keep Castiel up to date on pop culture, you’d spent the night bingeing your favorites on Netflix. You’d popped all of the popcorn you could find in the bunker, pulled out your secret stash of chocolate that you’d been keeping hidden from Dean, and dug around in Dean’s room until you found his secret stash of chocolate as well. From what you could tell, Castiel had enjoyed the binge-watching and the food, but you still had a hard time reading him.
The angel was sitting in the kitchen when you walked into the room, reading one of the books that Sam had gotten him for Christmas.
“Good morning, Y/N,” he said without looking up from his book.
You opened the cupboard to pull out the pancake mix. “Hey, Cas. Should I have blueberry pancakes or chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast?”
At that, Cas looked up from his book and tilted his head to the side. “I know one of your favorite foods is chocolate, but I’ve always thought blueberries tasted better in pancakes.”
“Blueberry pancakes it is, then,” you said as you set about mixing the batter and heating the stovetop.
“You should also know that Balthazar is here,” Cas stated as he looked back down at his book. “He showed up sometime after you went to bed. Said something about needing a safe place to hide.”
You turned around, pancakes momentarily forgotten. “Is he drunk? Did he get drunk and then steal something?” You put a hand on your hip and pointed your spatula at Cas. “Because if he did either of those things, I’m kicking him out. He can find somewhere else to hide.”
“I’m not drunk, my dear, but I did steal something,” Balthazar said, walking into the kitchen, wine glass in hand. “I am, however, in the process of getting drunk. That is if your boys keep enough alcohol around to get the job done. Care to join me?”
You snorted, “I’m not a day drinker Balthazar, but if something ends up tracking you to the bunker because you’re a klepto, then I might have to become one.” You narrowed your eyes, noticing that his shirt was much lower cut than normal. You didn’t think you even owned a shirt with a V-neck that deep. “Do you even own an actual shirt?” you questioned, turning back to your pancakes.
Furrowing his brows, Balthazar glanced at Cas who just continued to read his book. “Are you quite alright, dear? I am, in fact, wearing a shirt. Were you knocked on your head during your last hunt?”
“I believe she’s referring to the fact that we can see your entire chest, brother,” Cas said without looking up from his book.
You nodded in agreement, stacking your pancakes on a plate and moving to the fridge to grab some maple syrup. “It’s also about two sizes too small, so you might as well not even be wearing a shirt to begin with.”
“I didn’t realize you had such a problem with my attire,” Balthazar said, sitting down next to Castiel, a slight frown pulling at the edges of his mouth.
Placing your plate down on the table, you sat across from the two angels. “I don’t have a problem with your attire, Bal,” you stated cutting into your pancakes, “I just think it’s funny that your entire wardrobe consists of V-necks so low that I wouldn’t even be able to wear them out in public, and a glass of alcohol.” As you began eating, you noticed the look of confusion on Balthazar’s face. You finished chewing and looked over at Castiel, “Cas, wouldn’t you say that you’ve seen your brother with a glass of scotch or wine enough times to say it’s considered part of his wardrobe?”
Cas looked up, staring at Balthazar for a few moments before nodding. “I think out of the last ten times I’ve seen you, eight of those times you’ve had some form of alcohol on your person. I’d say that is enough of a percentage for alcohol to be considered part of your wardrobe.”
Balthazar set his glass down on the table and crossed his arms. “I can’t believe that my brother and one of the few humans that I can tolerate are insulting me like this. I come here for sanctuary and this is the welcome that I get.”
You swallowed another bite of pancakes, looking up to meet Castiel’s eyes. A flirty, drunk Balthazar you would handle, but a pouty, sullen Balthazar could cause more problems than you’d be able to handle. “Pancakes!” you exclaimed, pushing your chair back from the table and standing up. “Why don’t I make you some pancakes and you can continue in your effort to drink all of the boys’ alcohol. We’ll just forget I said anything about your tendency to not wear actual shirts. I won’t even tell them it was you that drained their supply of hunter’s helper.”
The angel squinted at you, contemplating your offer, before reaching forward to pick up his glass of wine and draining it in a few quick seconds. “I suppose I’ll be able to get over your insult to my character.”
“Great!” you smiled, grabbing a clean bowl and mixing some more batter. “Chocolate chips or blueberries?”
He tilted his head to the side, looking a lot like Castiel did whenever you asked him a question that had no factual answer. “Chocolate chips. They’ll go nicely with the bottle of merlot I found in the library.”
“Of course they will,” you laughed, dropping in the chocolate chips and stirring them into the batter. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with a cranky angel for the rest of the day.
You’re probably super busy so if you don’t have time to get to this I understand, but can I request #8 and/or #39 from the new prompt list? I think they might work well together in some sort of context :)
I totally agree with you! Those two prompts will definitely work very well together😊😊 It’s added to the list!
Tagged by: @bre95611 @lonewolf34500 and @chill-legilimens [idk why tumblr doesn’t allow me to tag you, deirdre, so i had to do the ol’ copy/paste of someone else’s tag/link. hope it worked! :/]. thanks a whole bunch, guys!
Tag 9 people you want to know more about! [this also extends to the ppl that just tagged me, lol.]
Top 3 ships: destiel [spn], geralt/jaskier [the witcher], jamie/claire [outlander]
Last song: uh… i honestly don’t remember. i haven’t listened to music in a while, but let me check what was last played on spotify–there was nothing saved, LMAO! but, uh, ‘all my love’ by led zeppelin started when i hit play, so i’ll go with that :’D.
Last movie: the last movie i didn’t really pay attention to [it was a short called ‘here we are: notes for living on planet earth’] so i’m going to go with the actual last movie which was ‘jojo rabbit’.
Currently reading: i haven’t exactly read a real book in a while; it’s been all fanfic from here, lol. the current updating fic i’m reading now is by @fantastikitty7 called ‘wave after wave’. it’s pretty cool, about dean and sam being hunters of the sea instead of on land. it takes place in nova scotia, iirc? and yeah, cas is supposedly a merman :).
What food I’m craving right now: nothing. i am currently full! 👍
if anyone’s up for a bit of tagging: @naruhearts @flightoftheseraph @deanieweaniewrites @thiddlesbatch @flowersforcas @fantastikitty7 @cas-you-assbutt-dean-needs-you @unsolvedsexualtension @its-imber [tumblr doesn’t allow to tag a lot of ppl *sigh* :/]
Top 3 ships: Sabriel (Supernatural), Fremione (Harry Potter), Stucky (MCU)
Last song: I was listening to my yoga playlist earlier, but the last song I’ve just been bopping to is Where is Your Rider by The Oh Hellos. Their entire Dear Wormwood album is pretty great.
Last movie: My roommate and I watched Dolittle last night. Always a fan of some RDJ.
Currently reading: Book wise, I’m reading Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo - highly recommend. Fic wise, I’m reading The Prefect and The Prankster by jessnoland on fanfiction.net. If you’re a fan of Fremione, it’s a really good time travel fix-it fic.
Food I’m craving right now: I made some sugar cookies earlier today, so I might just go snag a couple of those
Request: Hey! Would you ever do a Balthazar x plus size reader fic? I like the idea of the reader saying prompt 29.“Do you even own a shirt?” and Balthazar replying something like “I am wearing a shirt” (you know a reference to how deep the neck lines are). It doesn’t have to be anything romantic just something funny. Thanks!
A/N: Two fics in one day! That’s a new record for me! @morganofthecoves1 let me know what you think! I tried my best, but any advice that you have for writing for a plus-size reader is greatly appreciated!
Word Count: 1K
Prompt 29: “Do you even own a shirt?”
You left your room in the bunker in search of breakfast. The boys were gone, out hunting a couple of vamps, something you knew they could easily handle on their own. That left you and Castiel with the run of the place. In an attempt to keep Castiel up to date on pop culture, you’d spent the night bingeing your favorites on Netflix. You’d popped all of the popcorn you could find in the bunker, pulled out your secret stash of chocolate that you’d been keeping hidden from Dean, and dug around in Dean’s room until you found his secret stash of chocolate as well. From what you could tell, Castiel had enjoyed the binge-watching and the food, but you still had a hard time reading him.
The angel was sitting in the kitchen when you walked into the room, reading one of the books that Sam had gotten him for Christmas.
“Good morning, Y/N,” he said without looking up from his book.
You opened the cupboard to pull out the pancake mix. “Hey, Cas. Should I have blueberry pancakes or chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast?”
At that, Cas looked up from his book and tilted his head to the side. “I know one of your favorite foods is chocolate, but I’ve always thought blueberries tasted better in pancakes.”
“Blueberry pancakes it is, then,” you said as you set about mixing the batter and heating the stovetop.
“You should also know that Balthazar is here,” Cas stated as he looked back down at his book. “He showed up sometime after you went to bed. Said something about needing a safe place to hide.”
You turned around, pancakes momentarily forgotten. “Is he drunk? Did he get drunk and then steal something?” You put a hand on your hip and pointed your spatula at Cas. “Because if he did either of those things, I’m kicking him out. He can find somewhere else to hide.”
“I’m not drunk, my dear, but I did steal something,” Balthazar said, walking into the kitchen, wine glass in hand. “I am, however, in the process of getting drunk. That is if your boys keep enough alcohol around to get the job done. Care to join me?”
You snorted, “I’m not a day drinker Balthazar, but if something ends up tracking you to the bunker because you’re a klepto, then I might have to become one.” You narrowed your eyes, noticing that his shirt was much lower cut than normal. You didn’t think you even owned a shirt with a V-neck that deep. “Do you even own an actual shirt?” you questioned, turning back to your pancakes.
Furrowing his brows, Balthazar glanced at Cas who just continued to read his book. “Are you quite alright, dear? I am, in fact, wearing a shirt. Were you knocked on your head during your last hunt?”
“I believe she’s referring to the fact that we can see your entire chest, brother,” Cas said without looking up from his book.
You nodded in agreement, stacking your pancakes on a plate and moving to the fridge to grab some maple syrup. “It’s also about two sizes too small, so you might as well not even be wearing a shirt to begin with.”
“I didn’t realize you had such a problem with my attire,” Balthazar said, sitting down next to Castiel, a slight frown pulling at the edges of his mouth.
Placing your plate down on the table, you sat across from the two angels. “I don’t have a problem with your attire, Bal,” you stated cutting into your pancakes, “I just think it’s funny that your entire wardrobe consists of V-necks so low that I wouldn’t even be able to wear them out in public, and a glass of alcohol.” As you began eating, you noticed the look of confusion on Balthazar’s face. You finished chewing and looked over at Castiel, “Cas, wouldn’t you say that you’ve seen your brother with a glass of scotch or wine enough times to say it’s considered part of his wardrobe?”
Cas looked up, staring at Balthazar for a few moments before nodding. “I think out of the last ten times I’ve seen you, eight of those times you’ve had some form of alcohol on your person. I’d say that is enough of a percentage for alcohol to be considered part of your wardrobe.”
Balthazar set his glass down on the table and crossed his arms. “I can’t believe that my brother and one of the few humans that I can tolerate are insulting me like this. I come here for sanctuary and this is the welcome that I get.”
You swallowed another bite of pancakes, looking up to meet Castiel’s eyes. A flirty, drunk Balthazar you would handle, but a pouty, sullen Balthazar could cause more problems than you’d be able to handle. “Pancakes!” you exclaimed, pushing your chair back from the table and standing up. “Why don’t I make you some pancakes and you can continue in your effort to drink all of the boys’ alcohol. We’ll just forget I said anything about your tendency to not wear actual shirts. I won’t even tell them it was you that drained their supply of hunter’s helper.”
The angel squinted at you, contemplating your offer, before reaching forward to pick up his glass of wine and draining it in a few quick seconds. “I suppose I’ll be able to get over your insult to my character.”
“Great!” you smiled, grabbing a clean bowl and mixing some more batter. “Chocolate chips or blueberries?”
He tilted his head to the side, looking a lot like Castiel did whenever you asked him a question that had no factual answer. “Chocolate chips. They’ll go nicely with the bottle of merlot I found in the library.”
“Of course they will,” you laughed, dropping in the chocolate chips and stirring them into the batter. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with a cranky angel for the rest of the day.
Request: Hey! Would you ever do a Balthazar x plus size reader fic? I like the idea of the reader saying prompt 29.“Do you even own a shirt?” and Balthazar replying something like "I am wearing a shirt" (you know a reference to how deep the neck lines are). It doesn't have to be anything romantic just something funny. Thanks!
A/N: Two fics in one day! That’s a new record for me! @morganofthecoves1 let me know what you think! I tried my best, but any advice that you have for writing for a plus-size reader is greatly appreciated!
Word Count: 1K
Prompt 29: “Do you even own a shirt?”
You left your room in the bunker in search of breakfast. The boys were gone, out hunting a couple of vamps, something you knew they could easily handle on their own. That left you and Castiel with the run of the place. In an attempt to keep Castiel up to date on pop culture, you’d spent the night bingeing your favorites on Netflix. You’d popped all of the popcorn you could find in the bunker, pulled out your secret stash of chocolate that you’d been keeping hidden from Dean, and dug around in Dean’s room until you found his secret stash of chocolate as well. From what you could tell, Castiel had enjoyed the binge-watching and the food, but you still had a hard time reading him.
The angel was sitting in the kitchen when you walked into the room, reading one of the books that Sam had gotten him for Christmas.
“Good morning, Y/N,” he said without looking up from his book.
You opened the cupboard to pull out the pancake mix. “Hey, Cas. Should I have blueberry pancakes or chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast?”
At that, Cas looked up from his book and tilted his head to the side. “I know one of your favorite foods is chocolate, but I’ve always thought blueberries tasted better in pancakes.”
“Blueberry pancakes it is, then,” you said as you set about mixing the batter and heating the stovetop.
“You should also know that Balthazar is here,” Cas stated as he looked back down at his book. “He showed up sometime after you went to bed. Said something about needing a safe place to hide.”
You turned around, pancakes momentarily forgotten. “Is he drunk? Did he get drunk and then steal something?” You put a hand on your hip and pointed your spatula at Cas. “Because if he did either of those things, I’m kicking him out. He can find somewhere else to hide.”
“I’m not drunk, my dear, but I did steal something,” Balthazar said, walking into the kitchen, wine glass in hand. “I am, however, in the process of getting drunk. That is if your boys keep enough alcohol around to get the job done. Care to join me?”
You snorted, “I’m not a day drinker Balthazar, but if something ends up tracking you to the bunker because you’re a klepto, then I might have to become one.” You narrowed your eyes, noticing that his shirt was much lower cut than normal. You didn’t think you even owned a shirt with a V-neck that deep. “Do you even own an actual shirt?” you questioned, turning back to your pancakes.
Furrowing his brows, Balthazar glanced at Cas who just continued to read his book. “Are you quite alright, dear? I am, in fact, wearing a shirt. Were you knocked on your head during your last hunt?”
“I believe she’s referring to the fact that we can see your entire chest, brother,” Cas said without looking up from his book.
You nodded in agreement, stacking your pancakes on a plate and moving to the fridge to grab some maple syrup. “It’s also about two sizes too small, so you might as well not even be wearing a shirt to begin with.”
“I didn’t realize you had such a problem with my attire,” Balthazar said, sitting down next to Castiel, a slight frown pulling at the edges of his mouth.
Placing your plate down on the table, you sat across from the two angels. “I don’t have a problem with your attire, Bal,” you stated cutting into your pancakes, “I just think it’s funny that your entire wardrobe consists of V-necks so low that I wouldn’t even be able to wear them out in public, and a glass of alcohol.” As you began eating, you noticed the look of confusion on Balthazar’s face. You finished chewing and looked over at Castiel, “Cas, wouldn’t you say that you’ve seen your brother with a glass of scotch or wine enough times to say it’s considered part of his wardrobe?”
Cas looked up, staring at Balthazar for a few moments before nodding. “I think out of the last ten times I’ve seen you, eight of those times you’ve had some form of alcohol on your person. I’d say that is enough of a percentage for alcohol to be considered part of your wardrobe.”
Balthazar set his glass down on the table and crossed his arms. “I can’t believe that my brother and one of the few humans that I can tolerate are insulting me like this. I come here for sanctuary and this is the welcome that I get.”
You swallowed another bite of pancakes, looking up to meet Castiel’s eyes. A flirty, drunk Balthazar you would handle, but a pouty, sullen Balthazar could cause more problems than you’d be able to handle. “Pancakes!” you exclaimed, pushing your chair back from the table and standing up. “Why don’t I make you some pancakes and you can continue in your effort to drink all of the boys’ alcohol. We’ll just forget I said anything about your tendency to not wear actual shirts. I won’t even tell them it was you that drained their supply of hunter’s helper.”
The angel squinted at you, contemplating your offer, before reaching forward to pick up his glass of wine and draining it in a few quick seconds. “I suppose I’ll be able to get over your insult to my character.”
“Great!” you smiled, grabbing a clean bowl and mixing some more batter. “Chocolate chips or blueberries?”
He tilted his head to the side, looking a lot like Castiel did whenever you asked him a question that had no factual answer. “Chocolate chips. They’ll go nicely with the bottle of merlot I found in the library.”
“Of course they will,” you laughed, dropping in the chocolate chips and stirring them into the batter. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with a cranky angel for the rest of the day.
A/N: No prompt for this one! Just something that I felt like writing three weeks ago that I’ve finally had the time to finish. I’ll be working on the three requests that I have in my inbox next. Thanks for reading!
Word Count: 2.2K
“Balthazar? We could use your help with a case…if you’re in a helpful mood today,” you said into the room, projecting your thoughts out toward the angel in question.
After a few seconds of nothing, Dean sighed and pushed off from where he’d been leaning against the table. “If he’s not gonna show, then we better get a move on. We can’t afford to sit around on our asses waiting for him to grace us with his presence.”
“Wait, Dean,” Sam interjected, turning towards you “Y/N’s only tried reaching him once. Why don’t you try again?”
You rolled your eyes and glared over at Castiel standing in the corner. “Why don’t you just try to reach him on angel radio? It’s not like he’s actively listening to my every thought. Or,” you offered up, turning back to the Winchesters, “why don’t one of you try praying to him? He’s just as likely to hear you as he is to hear me.”
“I’ve tried contacting him, Y/N, but he’s ignoring my attempts to reach him. And,” Cas continued, meeting your eyes, “I have it on pretty good authority that he does listen to your thoughts, especially when they’re directed towards him.”
Straightening up, you made your way over to the angel. “Are you telling me that prick has been reading my mind?” You pushed a finger into Castiel’s chest, eyebrows raised. “And you knew? I thought you said he wasn’t like the rest of your egotistical family when it came to interfering with the lives of humans.”
Castiel raised his hands non-threateningly, reading the anger on your face. “I never said he was reading your mind, Y/N. Balthazar just pays more attention to your thoughts than those of others.”
“Fine,” you ground out, spinning back around to face the empty half of the room. “Balthazar, I know you can hear me and I know you’re not doing anything important, so I’d really appreciate it if you decided to drag your feathered ass over here.” You blinked, heard a whoosh of air, and suddenly, the angel you’d been trying to reach appeared a few feet in front of you.
“Now, now Y/N,” Balthazar began, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised, “There are easier – and nicer – ways than that to get my attention.”
Without a second thought, you turned and started out of the room towards the garage. “Let him know what we’re getting ourselves into. I’ll meet you in the Impala.”
As you left, Balthazar turned back to the Winchesters and Castiel, brow furrowed in confusion. “Did I do something upsetting the last time I was drunk? She’s usually a little less averse to my presence.”
“No, Balthazar,” Castiel stated, preparing for his brother’s reaction. “I may have told Y/N that you…keep tabs on her when you’re not around. She feels as if her privacy has been invaded.”
Bringing a hand to his chest in indignation, Balthazar scoffed, “Keep tabs on her? I don’t keep tabs on her.” He crossed his arms again and looked off to the side of the room. “I just make sure that she’s safe. It’s not like these two hooligans are worried about her welfare.”
“Hey!” Dean said from where he was grabbing his hunting bag. “We look out for Y/N, we just do it without sneaking around inside her mind.”
Balthazar scoffed again and watched as the three began walking towards the garage, Sam stopping in the doorway to turn around. “We’re heading to El Paso, Texas. People are being found with their hearts ripped out, so we’re thinking a Qareen. We wanted to make sure we had some backup in case things went sideways. You can either ride with us or meet us there, but we could really use your help on this case.”
Sighing through his nose, Balthazar side-eyed the Winchester. “I’ll meet the four of you there. I don’t think Y/N would appreciate my company at the moment.”
“Smart move,” Sam laughed. “We’ll let you know when we get there.”
***
You looked around the hotel room, wondering how the hell your life ended up like this. Next to you were two men who had literally died and been brought back to life God knows how many times and two angels, one of which was currently staring at you with an intensity that scared you a little bit.
“So, the sheriff’s a witch?” you asked, trying not to let Balthazar’s ability and apparent willingness to read your thoughts bother you.
Sam looked up from the lore book he’d been reading, “Yeah, she’s the only one that fits. Everyone that’s been found with their hearts ripped out were convicts that had been let out for good behavior. I’m guessing she didn’t agree and thought she’d take matters into her own hands by binding a Qareen to do her bidding.”
“We just have to find its heart,” Dean said from his spot on the bed, “Give it a good stab and poof no more Qareen.”
You furrowed your brows and looked over at Castiel and Balthazar. “What about the sheriff? If she’s a witch, won’t she have wards or hex bags in place to make sure we can’t get to the heart?”
“We’ll handle the wards, darling,” Balthazar said, gaze still locked on you, “You three just have to worry about getting inside her house and finding the heart.”
“It’s 7 pm, shouldn’t she be at home right now?”
Pulling out his phone, Dean stood up, “That’s why we’re gonna call in a robbery on the other side of town. Get her out of her house and away from the heart.”
You sighed through your nose, wondering if this case was going to be as easy as they made it seem, “Alright, let’s get this over with. I don’t want to be searching through a witch’s house any longer than I need to.” As you started gathering your things, the boys headed out to the Impala, Dean already calling the police station, leaving you in the hotel room with Castiel and Balthazar.
Before the silence could drag on any longer, you heard Balthazar clear his throat, “Y/N, darling, I know what you’re thinking – “
You laughed, bringing your bag up to your shoulder, and turned to him, annoyance clear on your face, “Yes, you do know what I’m thinking. It seems like you’ve known what I’ve been thinking for a while now.”
“Y/N – “
“We have a monster heart to gank, we can talk about your inability to stay out of my head later,” you said stiffly, heading toward the door, only to be stopped by a hand around your wrist.
“My only motivation has been concern for your safety. Nothing more,” Balthazar said quietly.
Your features softened for a moment before you tugged your wrist out of his grasp. “Later, Balthazar,” you said before exiting the hotel room.
Castiel moved from where he’d been awkwardly standing in the corner of the room, “You could’ve handled that a little better, Balthazar.”
Balthazar snorted, “It’s not like you were any help, Cassie. My own brother, giving away my secrets to the first human woman to threaten him.”
“If you had just told her how you felt in the first place, you wouldn’t be having this issue.” Castiel sighed and started towards the door. “When she does decide that she’s ready to talk, just be honest with her. It may be easier for her to forgive you if you are.”
As Castiel left, Balthazar closed his eyes and tried to push his thoughts and worries about your reaction to the side. When did the opinion of a human woman start to matter so much to him?
***
“Two of them?! What do you mean there’s two of them?!” you yelled from the office where you were frantically searching for the box containing the heart, well, two hearts now.
You heard grunting and two gunshots before Dean’s response came from the kitchen, “The sheriff probably decided we weren’t FBI agents! One’s after me and one’s after Sammy! We’ll get them out of the house, just hurry up and find those hearts!”
After that, you head another gunshot, and the front door slam open before slamming shut again. “Okay, okay,” you muttered, tossing books off of the bookshelf that ran along the back of the room, “If I were a box of Qareen hearts, where would I be?”
“Not in here.”
Spinning around, you found the sheriff standing in the doorway of the office, anger clear on her face. “Where then?” you asked, pulling your gun out of your pocket. “My next guess was the upstairs bedroom.”
“Stop talking,” she ground out, slowly walking towards you. “I’m doing good work. Those people, those criminals, don’t deserve to be walking the streets. You think you and your friends can just show up and stop me? With any luck, those two FBI agents are dead, and my Qareen are on their way back here. Should we wait for them? Or would you rather I end your life instead?”
Okay, Balthazar, you thought, starting to panic a little as you backed up into the bookshelf, now would actually be a time when I’m okay with you listening to my thoughts…
“How about I end your life instead, witch?”
You flicked your gaze over to the far corner of the room where Balthazar had appeared, shoulders squared and angel blade in his hand.
The witch took a step back, eyes growing wide. “An angel? How did three hunters get an angel on their side?”
“Actually, there’s two of us. My dear brother is out protecting the two buffoons that you’ve sent your Qareen after. Now, tell Y/N where the hearts are and I’ll consider letting you live,” Balthazar practically growled out, eyes glowing blue for a few seconds before returning to normal.
“Up- upstairs,” the witch stuttered out, “there’s a loose floorboard underneath my bed.”
You looked back over at Balthazar, meeting his eyes before jogging out of the room and up the stairs. Flinging open the nearest door, you were relieved to see it was, in fact, the bedroom. You walked over to the bed and knelt down, pushing at the floorboards until you found the loose one and pulled it back. “There better be a fucking box of hearts under here, or I swear to Chuck I’m gonna –“ your hands found the box and drug it out from under the bed. You slowly opened the box and eyed the two black hearts that were sitting inside. Pulling out your knife, you drove it into one and then the other.
“Let’s hope that did the trick,” you said, standing up and making your way out of the room and down the stairs. Balthazar was standing at the bottom of the steps, arms crossed. You noticed that the door to the office was no longer open and the witch was nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s the sheriff?” you questioned, coming to stand in front of Balthazar.
He uncrossed his arms and met your eyes, “Don’t worry darling, she won’t be binding anymore Qareen.”
You nodded, understanding his meaning. “Let’s go find the boys. I’m ready to get out of this town.” You turned to go, only to be stopped by a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N…” Balthazar started, seemingly unable to find the words he was looking for.
“You could’ve just told me, you know. That you were worried about me,” you whispered, eyes flicking up to meet his as you bit your lower lip. “I would’ve understood.”
Balthazar let out a quiet laugh, letting go of your shoulder to softly grip your hand. “Would you have understood? I’m a millennium-old interdimensional being, and you would have been okay with me hovering around your consciousness?”
You copied his laugh, reaching out to take his other hand. “I think I would’ve understood eventually. But my reaction would’ve probably been much better than the one I had when Castiel let your little secret slip.”
“Then why don’t we start over, darling?” Balthazar whispered, pulling you closer. “I, dear Y/N, don’t entirely trust the Winchesters to keep you safe from the many dangers of hunting. Do you mind if I…listen in on the occasion? Just so I know you’re safe. Your private thoughts will still be your own, I promise.”
Furrowing your brows in mock thought, you tilted your head to the side. “Hmm…I suppose I might be okay with that. Having an angel at my beck and call. Doesn’t sound too bad,” you finished, smiling up at him.
“I’ll hardly be at your beck and call, darling,” Balthazar said, rolling his eyes, “unless you want me to be,” he continued, his voice suddenly serious.
You paused, lips parted slightly, “I – “
“Y/N! Balthazar!”
You heard the front door open and released Balthazar’s hands as Sam, Dean, and Castiel walked into the room.
“You two good?” Sam questioned. “Where’s the sheriff?”
“Gone,” Balthazar responded, “like we should be if you don’t want the actual FBI on your tail again.” He reached out and took your hand, bringing it up to his lips to press a light kiss to the back of your hand. “We can continue this conversation later, darling.”
And with a whoosh, he was gone, leaving you with two confused Winchesters and a smiling Castiel.
“What,” Dean pointed to you and the space where Balthazar had been, “was that?”
You smiled and headed toward the front door. “Nothing you need to worry about Dean. The two of us just have a conversation to finish.”
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If you are still taking requests from the prompts list I was thinking maybe 1 and 7? Maybe the reader gets hurt and doesn’t like to be weak in front people but Balthazar knows better than that? I don’t know. It’s totally up to your interpretation!
Sure thing! It's on my list 😊😊 I'm currently in the middle of a move, so I don't know when I'll have the time to work on it and my other fics, but I'll do my best!!
Hi there! Could I request “You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are.” with an annoyed, sleep deprived reader? Thank you if you can write it! I hope you have a lovely day! -&
Hey! Would you ever do a Balthazar x plus size reader fic? I like the idea of the reader saying prompt 29.“Do you even own a shirt?” and Balthazar replying something like "I am wearing a shirt" (you know a reference to how deep the neck lines are). It doesn't have to be anything romantic just something funny. Thanks!
I've never written a plus size reader fic before but I'd be willing to give it a shot!! I'll finish up the fic that I'm working on right now (and who knows when that'll be 🤣🤣) and then I'll see what I can do for you hun 😊
A/N: This is officially my longest fic! @brightstarcas I hope you enjoy!!
Word Count: 2.3K
Angst Prompt: 9. “You can’t look pretty and dangerous at the same time. Not yet.”
With a sharp thrust of your angel blade, compliments of Castiel, you took down the demon that had been charging toward you. Pulling the blade out and letting the body fall to the ground, you turned around the survey the rest of the warehouse. “That all of them?” you questioned, darting your eyes between the Winchesters and Castiel, hoping that you wouldn’t have any more visitors.
“Seems like it,” Sam said, moving over to the duffel that he’d dropped when the demons had first came knocking. “Help me get this set up, Y/N. If we can get Balthazar here and get the information that we need, we can be back on the road before any more demons show up.”
Dropping your angel blade into your pocket, you made your way over to Sam, kneeling down to help him pull various containers and bottles out of the duffle. “What’s this Balthazar like, anyways? No offense, Cas, but if he’s anything like you when we first met, then he may be more trouble than he’s worth.”
Dean snorted from where he stood, looking out the window. “Oh, he’s nothing like Cas, but he’s definitely more trouble than he’s worth. If I were you, I’d try not to draw his attention, he’s sort of a…”
“Playboy,” Sam suggested as he started drawing lines on the floor with chalk.
“Yes, a playboy. He’ll probably try to talk you into leaving with him, but he should be harmless if you don’t show any interest.”
You raised your eyebrows, contemplating how an angel, someone that Castiel said was one of his closest friends, could be described as a playboy. Focusing on the present, however, you began to drop the contents of the now-empty duffle into a bowl as Sam finished up the Enochian sigils.
“What was I like when we first met?” Castiel asked suddenly with a tilt of his head, eyes narrowed in confusion.
Grimacing, you looked from Dean to Sam, silently pleading for their help. When neither of them stepped in, you decided that it was better to be honest with the angel than save face. “Well, Cas, for a while there, you sort of had a stick shoved so far up your ass that I would’ve rather thrown myself out of a moving vehicle than spend any extended amount of time with you.”
At first, you thought Cas was offended by what you’d said, but then he lifted his head and an uncharacteristic smirk flashed across his face for a brief second before he looked over at Dean. “I think we may have trouble keeping Balthazar away from Y/N.”
Oh my goodness, I’m absolutely SPEECHLESS. This is stunning - I adore the use of the Shedim! The show never really explored it, and you did a fantastic job! And everyone is perfectly in character as always, I just love your work my friend.
A/N: This is officially my longest fic! @brightstarcas I hope you enjoy!!
Word Count: 2.3K
Angst Prompt: 9. “You can’t look pretty and dangerous at the same time. Not yet.”
With a sharp thrust of your angel blade, compliments of Castiel, you took down the demon that had been charging toward you. Pulling the blade out and letting the body fall to the ground, you turned around the survey the rest of the warehouse. “That all of them?” you questioned, darting your eyes between the Winchesters and Castiel, hoping that you wouldn’t have any more visitors.
“Seems like it,” Sam said, moving over to the duffel that he’d dropped when the demons had first came knocking. “Help me get this set up, Y/N. If we can get Balthazar here and get the information that we need, we can be back on the road before any more demons show up.”
Dropping your angel blade into your pocket, you made your way over to Sam, kneeling down to help him pull various containers and bottles out of the duffle. “What’s this Balthazar like, anyways? No offense, Cas, but if he’s anything like you when we first met, then he may be more trouble than he’s worth.”
Dean snorted from where he stood, looking out the window. “Oh, he’s nothing like Cas, but he’s definitely more trouble than he’s worth. If I were you, I’d try not to draw his attention, he’s sort of a…”
“Playboy,” Sam suggested as he started drawing lines on the floor with chalk.
“Yes, a playboy. He’ll probably try to talk you into leaving with him, but he should be harmless if you don’t show any interest.”
You raised your eyebrows, contemplating how an angel, someone that Castiel said was one of his closest friends, could be described as a playboy. Focusing on the present, however, you began to drop the contents of the now-empty duffle into a bowl as Sam finished up the Enochian sigils.
“What was I like when we first met?” Castiel asked suddenly with a tilt of his head, eyes narrowed in confusion.
Grimacing, you looked from Dean to Sam, silently pleading for their help. When neither of them stepped in, you decided that it was better to be honest with the angel than save face. “Well, Cas, for a while there, you sort of had a stick shoved so far up your ass that I would’ve rather thrown myself out of a moving vehicle than spend any extended amount of time with you.”
At first, you thought Cas was offended by what you’d said, but then he lifted his head and an uncharacteristic smirk flashed across his face for a brief second before he looked over at Dean. “I think we may have trouble keeping Balthazar away from Y/N.”
You furrowed your brows and were about to ask him what the hell he meant by that when Sam cleared his throat next to you. “I’m ready if you guys are.”
Standing, you backed away a little bit, Dean and Cas coming to stand on one side of you. Sam rose, striking a match and dropping it into the bowl on the floor. The contents briefly caught fire before going out. The few lights that were on in the building sparked before going out, followed by a slight breeze that smelled like…tequila?
“Boys…Cassie.”
The four of you spun around at the sound of the accented voice. You swept your eyes over the man, well, angel, standing about five feet away with a mixed drink in hand. That must’ve been the tequila you’d smelled earlier. He was…handsome. Really handsome. When your eyes made it up to his face, you found him to be looking your way as well, head tilted to the side as he met your gaze, a small smirk making its way onto his face as if he knew what you were thinking.
“Aren’t you boys going to introduce to your friend?” he asked, turning to look at the three men standing beside you, taking a sip of his drink in the process.
Dean sighed through his nose, a frown pulling at his lips. “We don’t really have time for this, man, we need to ask – “
“Your questions can wait until I know who this beautiful creature standing next to you is,” he interrupted, walking over slowly to stand in front of you, close enough to touch but what could still be considered a respectful distance away, somehow making his drink disappear in the process. His head tilted back to one side as he continued, ignoring the annoyed looks and grumbles from the Winchesters, “As the clearly agitated apes have probably already told you, I, my dear, am Balthazar. And I would love to have the pleasure of knowing your name.”
You raised an eyebrow and thought back to the warnings that the Winchesters had given earlier. Balthazar certainly was…something, but at the moment, that something didn’t seem like a playboy. It seemed like he was genuinely interested in knowing who you were. “Y/N,” you said after a moment’s hesitation. “F/N L/N.”
At that, he smiled, and reached out to grab your right hand from where it was resting at your side, bringing it to his lips and pressing a light kiss to your knuckles, “Lovely to meet you,” he almost whispered, lips still hovering above your hand, before releasing it and straightening up. “And don’t listen to whatever story those two spun about me, they are professional liars after all.”
Huffing out a laugh, you smiled. “Then I should probably let you know that I’m a professional liar as well. That’s why I’m here actually. The boys called me in to help on a case, but we’ve run into some issues.” You crossed your arms and nodded your head over to Castiel. “Cas seems to think that you might be able to help us, that you might have some info that we can help us take out the demon holding this town hostage.”
“Why didn’t you say something in the first place boys?” Balthazar asked, looking over at the three individuals beside you, eyebrows raised. “I’ll gladly give you whatever information to need.”
Sam closed his eyes, trying to keep his calm, while Dean stared daggers at the angel. Castiel, however, narrowed his eyes at his brother in confusion. “Dean did try to inform you of the situation when you first arrived. Are you having memory issues?”
Balthazar rolled his eyes while you leaned over to Castiel and whispered, “It was sarcasm, hon.”
“Ah, well, in that case, we need information on Shedim. He’s been working his way up Hell’s hierarchy – “
“Yes, yes, yes, I know who Shedim is. The little hellspawn has been causing me a few problems actually. Sending his henchmen out to track down anything angelic, which, unfortunately, happens to include me.” Balthazar sighed, glancing over to meet your eyes. “I’d be more than happy to help you get him out of the picture.”
A small smile pulled at your lips. “We’d appreciate that.” You ran a hand over your eyes, trying to remember the events of the past 12 hours. “So far, we’ve only been able to tell that he’s effectively closed down the town that we’re just outside of. We stopped about a mile before the roadblocks, thinking maybe we could sneak in, but demons were patrolling the forest surrounding the town. When more of them than we could handle showed up, we booked it.” Sitting down on an overturned crate nearby, you leaned over and folded your hands in front of you. Narrowing your eyes, you looked back over at Balthazar. “You said he’s searching for anything angelic?”
He nodded. “That’s correct, darling. If I were to guess, Shedim’s probably gathering power in any way he can think of to keep climbing the ladder of Hell. Collecting angelic relics and grace, making expedited deals for the souls of the humans in the town.” Balthazar shrugged, moving a little closer to you. “That would explain why he locked down the town. Most humans will take a demon deal, given enough motivation. And if they think it’s the only way to protect their loved ones…well, you get the picture.”
“Okay, so what do we do?” Sam asked from where he’d started pacing. “We already tried getting into the town, how are we supposed to get to him? And make him reverse the deals that he’s already made?”
Dean smirked and looked over at the angel standing near you. “We lure him out with some angelic bait.”
***
“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” Balthazar grumbled from his position in the middle of the clearing, pulling his blazer tighter around himself. After some serious arguing with Dean, and maybe a little convincing from you, he’d agreed to send word to Shedim, telling him that he’d be willing trade some of the weapons he’d taken on his way out of heaven the first time, but he’d only make the trade if Shedim was there in person, preferably alone. “If I die for the Winchesters again, I swear to Father – “
“Talking to yourself, Balthazar? When I heard you’d come back from the dead, I didn’t realize you came back with a couple screws loose.”
Balthazar slowly turned around to meet the demon standing at the edge of the clearing. Standing tall in a suit that just screamed demon, Shedim had his chin lifted arrogantly, as if he knew something Balthazar didn’t. “Death will do that to one, I suppose,” Balthazar stated as he moved toward the demon. “I am, however, still sane enough to recognize when there’s an opportunity for a deal to be made.”
“Really?” Shedim asked with a laugh, folding his arms in front of his chest before letting out a sharp, high-pitched whistle. “Because I have it on good authority that you met up with some old friends before sending me your offer.”
Movement from the surrounding trees caught Balthazar’s attention. One by one, demons began emerging from the forest, the first one holding Dean, the second Cas, the third Sam, and finally, the last demon dragged you out into the clearing, blood trickling down the side of your head. Noticing your pained breaths and glazed eyes, Balthazar’s eyes traveled your body until he found the main source of your pain – your side was bleeding heavily from a stab wound. Glancing over at the others, he saw similar injuries, but none as serious as yours.
“Did you really think you could outsmart me, Balthazar?” Shedim sneered as he walked towards the middle of the clearing. “I’ve had eyes on you since before you knew I even existed. An angel that’s come back from the dead? Your grace must be something special. And,” Shedim raised his voice, “you brought me the famous Castiel! Do you know how much influence I’ll have in Hell once I take your graces?”
Balthazar crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “If you’d stop blustering for a moment, you’d notice that you’re standing in a demon trap.”
Shedim’s eyes went wide as he looked at the ground, kicking at the loose grass with his foot to reveal the demon trap carved into the ground. Looking up at his demons, Shedim seethed “Kill the humans.”
That’s when you decided you better get a grip. Twisting your arm out of the demon’s grasp, you dropped to the ground, swinging your leg out to knock the demon’s legs out from under him, sending the angel blade that he’d confiscated from you to the side. Still on the ground with one hand pressed to your side, you reached out and grabbed the blade. Turning back to the demon, you got to your feet, preparing for a fight. As the demon rose and was about to rush towards you, a blade sank through his back, protruding from his chest. The body fell to the ground to reveal Balthazar, angel blade held in his hand, who swiftly made his way toward you as you started to collapse, catching you at the last second.
“You can’t look pretty and dangerous at the same time. Not yet,” you breathed out as Balthazar held a hand over your side, then over your bleeding head. “I literally just met you an hour ago.”
Balthazar let a small laugh as he finished healing you. “It’s one of my many attractive qualities, darling.” Guiding you to stand up straight, he slowly dropped the arm that had been securely wrapped around your back.
“You good, Y/N?” called Sam from where he was standing over the body of a demon. You looked over at Dean and Cas, seeing they had also taken down their demons. At least Shedim hadn’t thought to bring anymore backup.
Letting out a breath, you nodded and looked back up at Balthazar, who was still standing just at your side. “Thank you for healing me,” you said softly.
“Well, my dear, it wouldn’t be very kind of me to let you bleed out before I could take you out on a date,” he whispered conspiratorially.
You raised an eyebrow. “A date? Who said anything about a date?”
“I did. Just now. In fact, those three should be able to handle Shedim and all the deals he made. Why don’t I,” Balthazar said, sliding closer and wrapping an arm around your waist, the other hand coming up to brush your hair out of your eyes, “take you somewhere a little less…violent.”
“No. Absolutely not.” Dean growled as he started across the clearing. “You’re not going anywhere until we clean the rest of this mess up.”
Eyes sparking with mischief, you smirked back up at Balthazar. “What did you have in mind?”
With that, just as Dean reached out to grab Balthazar’s shoulder, the two of you disappeared, sending Dean stumbling forward.
“Did she...” Sam started. “Did she really just leave with him?”
Castiel sighed through his nose. “I did tell you we’d have trouble keeping them apart.”
