I always wondered about Nathaniel or Usiel in bed. LIke, they are big boys, let's share a bit of love for them too lol
(ps. I will never get over the headcanon that Usiel is Uriel dad lol)
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Nathaniel:
A buoyant angel who loves to discover new ways of making love. For too long, he's been stuck as a guard at the Lost Light outpost, and longs for a taste of something new and exciting. And when he met you, well...
He finally found the taste he'd been pining after for centuries.
His wings are unbelievably sensitive. Each pristine feather quivers like leaves in a hurricane when you brush your fingertips down the length of his wing-bone.
Almost of their own volition, they like to get involved when you're being intimate with Nathaniel, curling over you like a pair of great, white shields, as if their owner wants to hide you away from the rest of the Universe and keep you pressed against his vast, scarred chest where nothing can harm you.
Nathaniel is... well-equipped. Your jaw nearly hit the ground when he first shed his armour in front of you, and you were certain you'd be walking with a limp the next day. But to your surprise, in spite of his battle-hardened features and intimidating stature, Nathaniel is something of a gentle giant.
He's what you might call a soft dom, reassuring, communicative, always seeking your approval before he does anything new. You have to tell him quite frankly that he really doesn't have to ask for permission to put his hands on you every time he wants to touch you. You are well past that stage.
Usiel:
He's very vanilla, and a complete sub on the quiet. Being a commander is exhausting. Just once, he'd like someone else to take charge.
This angel is pretty pious, and isn't all that adventurous during sex, but he's also the most sensitive angel you'll ever meet. An archangel isn't expected to have feelings beyond unwavering devotion to the White City and his Legion. So to say he's repressed is an understatement.
He doesn't last long at all in bed, which is a little flattering if you're honest, that just the sight of you in your lingerie can turn the massive angel into a mortified mess.
You've become his latest object of worship, and he's usually already on his knees before you can even get through the bedroom door.
Usiel isn't a quiet lover either. He's a choir boy, singing your praises to the Heavens unless you literally clamp your hand over his mouth.
Characters: Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Balthazar, Castiel x sister!reader
Words: 1515
Warnings: Just a little bit of swearing, a tiny bit of subtle fluff
A/N: Hey you guys, it’s been a while since I posted, and I’m really sorry about that. Anyway, here’s a new piece of the Novaks, and it’s lighthearted for once, so don’t worry it won’t rip your heart out haha. Hope you enjoy this incredibly delayed part :)
You clutch the black cat towards your chest, subconsciously scratching it behind its ear as you cross the road, heading towards your house. If you are to be cautious, you probably shouldn’t head straight towards it, but figure out a plan and course of action first, but it’s freaking cold out, and it looks like it’s about to rain. And cats don’t like rain, right? So really, you’re doing it for the cat — and not for yourself, not at all, you just happen to not like rain, also.
You already know that the cat in your arms are going to cause you some serious trouble. Michael will never approve of it. Ever. But it’s not like you wanted to get it, but no one else would, and you know better than to think that rainbows and cotton candy is what wait for animals no one wanted. And besides, it’s so damn cute with its soft, fluffy fur and round eyes.
As the first heavy raindrops fall, you jump up the stairs to your home, and quietly sneak inside. You hold you breath and listen. At first it’s quiet but then you hear Michael and Lucifer’s voices in the kitchen, talking passive aggressively about something.
So, you try to cover the cat as best as you can with your denim jacket, and head towards the stairs, but as you take your first step, they creak loudly.
”Hello?” Michael calls out.
”It’s (Y/N)!” you call back.
The last thing you want is for him to grow suspicious and go and look what the sound came from, because then he would see you and your new pet.
”Where have you been?” he then asked, and you could hear him leaving the kitchen, chair scraping against the floor and footsteps heading in your direction.
”Just out,” you reply vaguely as you start to move up the stairs. It’s dark on the second floor, as no light are on, and the chances of your older brother seeing the cat get smaller as you move up into the darkness. ”I’m going to my room to study, history test tomorrow.”
It’s a lie — not the history test, the studying — but Michael lets out an approving sound. You walk up the rest of the stairs, taking two steps at a time, hurry into your room and close the door behind you.
Once inside, you set the cat down. It purrs and begins to walk around the room, looking around itself. You sit down on your carpet and reach out a welcoming hand, trying to befriend the creature. But the cat simply ignores you, finding a pair of socks far more interesting.
You don’t know exactly how much time has passed when the door to your room suddenly open and you freeze.
”(Y/N), would you like to—,” there’s a pause, ”what is that?”
You stiffly turn around, eyes wide as saucers. ”Hello Castiel.”
”(Y/N),” Castiel whisper-yells as he makes his way into the room, ”is that a cat? You know you can’t just bring a cat into our home, Michael will—”
”I know,” you hiss, subconsciously reaching out to pet the cat that’s stroking itself against your legs.
”What are you going to do about it?” Castiel asks, eyebrows now furrowed as his blue eyes latch onto the black animal filled with a certain curiosity.
”I don’t know,” you reply and sigh. ”I kinda like it.”
You’ve only had it for about an hour, maximum, but still you had grown attached. Probably more attached to the cat than the cat is to you. It’s just so cute, with it’s impossibly black fur that almost makes it look like a silhouette, and the yellow, expressive eyes.
You watch as he tentatively reach out a hand. The cat immediately spots it, creeps closer, and gives Castiel a headbutt, rubbing it’s head against it. Castiel smiles fondly, despite himself.
”See, he likes you, and you like him,” you say, making your brother look at you instead of the cat, and he frowns a little again, feeling a bit outwitted. ”It’s perfect.”
”What is that?” a new voice speaks up, and you sigh loudly, face palming.
”You couldn’t have closed the door, Cas?” you ask, looking between Castiel and Gabriel, who’s now entering the room.
”Mike’s not gonna like this,” Gabriel states in a sing-song voice. ”Which means I do.”
Gabriel walks over to the cat, picks it up and sits down on your bed. You look at him, a little unsurely, but then he begins to pet the cat, who begins to purr loudly. It claws his lap, before curling up into a ball in it. How did you not know before that he’s practically a cat whisperer?
Eventually, you give in and sit down next to your older brother, petting the cat as well.
And just like Castiel, Gabriel didn’t close the door behind him, and ten minutes later, Lucifer and Balthazar has joined you, unsurprisingly, and the hype surrounding the cat intensifies.
Meanwhile, Michael’s alone downstairs. The house has gotten suspiciously quiet, except for a few thuds coming from his only sister’s room. Sighing, he leaves the couch, and heads upstairs. Something’s up and he knows he’s not going to like it, because he knows his siblings. They never do what they’re told, and have no problem stepping on Michael’s nerves.
As he walks closer to your room, he notices that the door is actually closed, but there’s muffled, excited voices coming from inside. He wonders what you’re doing in there — and why he hasn’t moved out yet — before he grabs the handle and opens the door.
All he sees are backs.
”What the hell are you doing in here?” he asks loudly, and then he sees five surprised faces as you all turn around at his voice.
”Michael,” you address him, voice even higher than usual before you laugh nervously. ”What are you doing here?”
”Answer my question,” Michael says with a tone that implies that he’s not up for this bullshit, and his patience is running out, as always.
The silence is thick, and Michael strains his eyes as he lets his gaze run across the room, looking for something out of the ordinary that tells him what’s up — and that’s when he sees a tail.
Leaving his spot by the door, Michael walks up to his siblings, and pushes them to the side to see what they’re hiding, and is met by a black cat.
You immediately reach out to pick it up from the floor, holding it protectively in your arms. Balthazar and Gabriel cross their arms and place themselves between you and the cat, and the oldest Novak sibling.
”What the hell, (Y/N),” Michael states lowly, his eyes boring into yours.
You twist uncomfortably, ”sorry…”
”That cat is leaving,” Michael decides with finality in his voice, as he crosses his arms over his chest, ”now.”
”But—” Castiel begins. Michael interrupts.
”No, no pets allowed, you know the rules.”
”Hey, Mike,” Lucifer speaks up, stepping closer to Michael as he raises his chin. ”Stop being such a bore.”
”Actually, the cat’s awesome,” Balthazar agrees. ”He’s kind of a douchebag, but he’s cool. We like him.”
”And, he has a name too, you know,” Castiel speaks up, looking at Michael. ”It’s Crowley.”
Michael frowns, shaking his head to himself. ”Crowley. Why the hell did you name him Crowley?”
”Why the hell not?” Gabriel counters, and Michael looks like he’s about to give up.
Michael sighs and looked at his siblings. Balthazar stands closest, tense. Gabriel stares at him with a look that says come on man, you couldn’t possibly. Lucifer just raises his eyebrows, and Michael already knows what he thinks, because he always has to disagree with him, per definition. Castiel stands protectively between Michael and the cat, looking as scary as the rather scrawny teen possibly could, and then finally there’s you peeking your head out behind Castiel while holding the pet, gently scratching it behind its fluffy ears as it only squirmed a little.
There’s four young men between Michael and the cat, and then there’s you, who Michael knows won’t give up the animal without a fight.
”Fine then,” Michael growls, rolling his eyes as his shoulder lump.
He’s always the bad guy and this household, and for once he decides not to.
”What did you say?” Lucifer presses, wanting his brother to repeat his words of defeat.
The rest of you only stares at Michael, blinking being your only moves.
”I said fine,” Michael says louder, and that’s what sets you off.
A wide smile spreads on your face, as Gabriel and Balthazar high fives. Castiel cheers and Lucifer smirks contently.
Michael leaves the room in silence, and heads down the stairs again to retreat to the first floor where he spends most of his time, by himself.
Not that night though, because when you go downstairs to fetch a glass of water, you find Michael sitting in the couch, watching TV, Crowley curled up on the couch next to him.
Summary: A small ‘montage’ if you will of how the numerous occasions of you fixing the Seraph’s tie had brought on the Angel’s feelings.
Warnings: Slight Angst, EXTREME fluff.
Type: One-Shot
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The first time you’d done it had been a spontaneous fleeting thought, much like a itch in the back of your brain compelling you to break free from your concentration to straighten that damn crooked tie.
Pacing nervously across the pea-green motel floor, as you generally did when deep in thoughts of the stressful case, you attempted to block out the distracting Seraph seeming to be studying you with his piercing gaze from the bed he was delicately poised upon.
It wasn’t that the angel himself was typically easy to look over, as you were sure anyone could attest he was undeniably attractive, but that damn tie was really tugging on your patience.
It wasn’t something you commonly pondered on, but at the moment, the blue fabric was really taunting you, hanging almost loosely from the angel’s neck.
In attempt to block out the disrupting thoughts, you massaged your temples with your finger tips.
Okay, Case...Case...
You knew the murders tied in with the antique shop owner.
Tied...Tie...Blue Tie...Crooked.
You huffed, giving in to your impulses and marching towards the Angel in subject, your fingers fiddling with the fabric as Castiel sat in shock at your action.
Tightening the nexus with a determined brow, and tugging just enough to achieve the desired symmetry, you sighed in victory, pulling away once again to admire your work for less than a second, before resuming your pacing, your focus somewhat restored.
You didn’t care to notice the Angel’s confused eyes, his furrowed brow drifting down to the blue fabric, fiddling with his tie questioningly before his eyes flit up to your movements in perplexity, or the present Winchester’s amused snort at the encounter before turning back to his laptop.
“Thank you y/n,” Castiel spoke uncertainly, the familiar feeling of misunderstanding settling over him once again, an emotion he’d been growing used to since his time with humanity.
You waved him off, lost in your thoughts as you mumbled to yourself before freezing, as Castiel noticed you usually did when you’d quote ‘cracked the case’ before you turned to Sam with a triumphant smile.
The second time you’d fixed Castiel’s tie had been after a messy hunt.
You and the brothers had been cooped up in an old motel room, fixing the other’s wounds. Whether it’d been stitches or a sprained wrist, you helped bandage each other up as best as you could with supplies on hand.
Castiel had of course, come to the rescue, saving you from the dreaded outcome of Dean stitching up the gash in your arm you were sure would scar. He’d always been rough with stitching, but faster than Sam, which was a plus in your opinion.
Once fixing up the Winchesters, Castiel approached you curiously, noting only a few minor injuries before his eyes landed on the fast bleeding, cloth covered gash in your arm and cursing himself for having healed the less-injured brothers before you.
Placing a welcomed two fingers to your forehead, his mouth twitched at the amused expression on your face, he allowed his grace to seep through, healing everything from the biggest bruise to the smallest aches and pains.
Once removing his appendages from above your brow, you smiled at him thankfully, eyes gleaming with sincerity,
“Thanks Angel,” You praised, removing the now useless blood soaked cloth and inspecting your scar-less arm with admiration, not noticing the angel’s stomach flutter at the use of the nickname.
“I see why we keep you around now,” You joked, turning to the Seraph with a teasing smile.
The brief moment of confusion diminished as he noted your teasing tone, one he’d gotten used to after the time of knowing you.
As he went to respond with what he hoped was an equally witty response, as he’d noticed you typically seemed to appreciated them, your voice spoke up once more,
“You’re tie is crooked,” You mumbled, your tone barely audible. He noticed now your eyes were no longer on his, but trailed downward to the kinked knot instead.
Reaching up without hesitance, your fingers hastily wrapped around the fabric, as if expecting him to pull away, like he could ever pull away from you.
Correcting the curved piece, the angel snuck a look away from the tie to stare into your focused eyes, the fleeting feeling of home settling faintly in his chest.
“Thank you y/n,” He nodded, pulling away to address the brother’s who were already readying for their departure from the cramped motel room.
“Goodbye Dean, Sam,” He spoke, turning towards you with a blank expression, “Y/N,” he nodded.
You didn’t reply, not that you’d have had time to as the Angel vanished before a word could be uttered.
The next time you’d straightened Castiel’s tie had been the first time you’d seen him in weeks.
The Angel had been busy in Heaven, and you could never blame him for that.
Unbeknownst to you, Castiel had seen you a lot more than you’d seen him. Every night he’d stand by your door, whether it be another cheap motel room or your own much cozier bedroom.
He was sure if his behavior was known by any other, he’d be labeled as ‘creepy’, but he knew that speaking to you while conscious was out of the question. He knew that conversing with you would only draw himself to you more, he would never want to leave your side, and he had duties in Heaven, but he was far too selfish to let you go completely, so he settled for watching over your unconscious form.
He banished any Nightmares and eased any aches, allowing you to bask in comfort you never head in the conscious world. He told himself he was watching over you, doing his Heavenly duty of protecting humanity, but he knew deep down he just wanted an excuse to be in your presence. He watched silently, motionlessly, until that night.
The loud shattering of the lamp hitting the tiled floor had you shooting up to a sitting position with sleepy eyes and a knife in hand.
Castiel stood frozen in fear, a guilt ridden expression gracing his features as he realized he’d been caught, embarrassment flooding his being. The brief consideration of vanishing passed through his mind before you spoke up,
“Cas?” You questioned in surprise, your groggy voice stopping Castiel’s thoughts as he looked down in shame, unable to meet your gaze.
“Hello y/n,” He sighed guiltily, suddenly finding the floor much more worthy of his view than your surely disapproving stare.
“What...what are you doing here?” You asked, looking around the room as if to expect an oncoming battle, your shoulders straightening in preparation as best as they could in your drowsy state.
“You are in no imminent danger,” Castiel assured, sensing the tone in your voice and allowing himself to look up with reluctance.
Surprisingly, your face wasn’t holding a look of disapproval, but of simple confusioin and curiosity at the Angel’s presence.
“I was...” Castiel sighed, searching for the most delicate words he could use to not push you away form him, “Watching you sleep,” he offered in explanation, immediately mentally kicking himself for his choice of poor words.
Humans didn’t like bluntness.
Surprising the Seraph once more, an amused smile danced across your still groggy features,
“Why?” You questioned curiously, your posture visibly relaxing as the knife fell to your side.
Castiel attempted to swallow the lump in his throat as he fiddled with the end of his jacket,
“Because I missed you,” He offered simply, presuming honesty was the best route when it came to you.
You smiled gleefully at his words, setting your knife in the nightstand drawer instead of back under your pillow now that you knew an Angel was watching over you.
“I missed you too, Castiel,” You smiled, getting comfortable in your bed once again as you pulled the duvet over your shoulders and lay on your side, facing the Angel.
A small smile graced the edges of the Angel’s lips as he admired your features, your words spreading an un-explainable...warmth, through him.
As your eyes began fluttering, they drifted downward, towards the Angel’s chest as he continued to stand by the doorway. That’s when you noticed.
“Cas,” You spoke, reaching out towards the Angel in hopes he’d approach.
Castiel strode to your side almost instantly, coming to a stop beside your bed. You motioned for the Angel to get lower, to which he did with confusion written on his face.
Sparing the Angel a reassuring smile upwards, your eyes drifted back to the tie, your hands having already began their work.
Castiel smiled slightly at the familiarity, your face still as concentrated as ever.
Once finished, you pulled away, offering the Angel two friendly pats the the shoulder before pulling your blanket up once more and rolling over, sleep overwhelming you.
“Thank you y/n,” He nodded with sincerity, his eyes not leaving your form to even admire your work. You didn’t notice the infatuation in his tone as he said your name, and only offered a sleepy grunt in response as you succumbed to the realm of the unconscious once more.
The Angel stayed again that night, a clean conscience at now knowing he had your blessing. He smiled at your light snores and your occasional random movements or flinging of arms he worried may be a safety issue, the brief pondering of binding your arms to your side quickly being shot down in his mind.
That was the night Castiel memorized each of your facial features. That was the night Castiel counted each of your heart beats and wondered what you were dreaming of, but promising himself not to peak inside unless plagued by nightmares.
That was the night Castiel realized he was in love with you.
You had fixed Castiel’s tie countless times throughout the years of friendship.
Well, by countless I mean 127 times, as the Angel himself had actually kept track.
He would never admit it out loud, but the Angel often found himself intentionally loosening his tie in hopes the distraction would spur on another ‘out-of-the-blue’ encounter with you and the infuriating repetitive crookedness of the tie.
He’d long ago found himself craving the close proximity of your breath hardly fanning his neck as your dainty fingers delicately fixed his nexus.
He didn’t notice how much more gentle your ministrations had gotten, or how you dragged on each moment as long as possible to stay as close to the Angel without triggering any obvious intentions.
It had become a routine. Every time you’d see each other, your eyes would drift to his tie and you’d find yourself ceremoniously fixing the fabric. Castiel would thank you, as always, and you’d go on with whatever conversation had come up.
But one day, out on a hunt, he slipped up. It was a mistake, a stupid mistake that led you to the hospital.
He didn’t remember much, just blood. So. Much. blood. Too much blood. Yours...all yours...
He didn’t have enough grace to heal you completely, just enough to shock the Doctor’s with the fact that you were still alive, but it wasn’t enough.
Comatose, you lay. It’d been days and they weren’t sure if you’d ever wake up.
Sam and Dean were just as a mess as the Angel was. They hadn’t shaved, only left briefly to shower and change but returned as soon as possible to be by your side once more.
Castiel blamed himself, of course. If only he was stronger, if only he’d protecting you better, if only he wasn’t such a--
“Y/N?” Sam’s voice broke through the dark parts of Castiel’s mind, the taller hunter approaching the bed where your weakened body lay, eyes fluttering open.
They were bloodshot and tired, but they were open.
The brothers rushed to your side, both grabbing a hand as they watched you with wide eyes.
Your eyes looked in theirs, obviously confused with your surroundings as you scoped the room, finally landing on Castiel., in the corner looking arguably worse than you did.
Immediately, you relaxed, the Angel’s presence bringing a sense of safety flooding through your veins, a thought Castiel didn’t like at all. You should not feel safe around him, it was his fault you were in here.
“Cas,” You spoke, your voice dry and crackling as a weak arm reached toward him much like the night in your bedroom, hoping he’d approach.
Of course he did. How could he ever resist you when you looked at him like that. Stopping at your side with wet eyes, Castiel allowed himself to soak you in, relief washing over him as he realized you were alive.
Your hand reached out to where he thought was his heart, but landing on his tie instead, your other coming up to weakly fix the knot, falling to your side once finished and sighing,
“Water,” You pleaded, now realizing how much your voice hurt as Sam shot up to run down the hall,
“I’ll get it!” He announced, bounding down the hall as Dean followed, calling for a nurse.
Castiel peered down at his tie, a small smile adorning his features as he looked back up at your smiling face, obviously amused with yourself.
“Thank you y/n,” he grinned.
Maybe it was the way he said your name with such underlying meaning. Maybe it was your delirious mind. Maybe it was the way a single tear fell from his eye as he thanked you, but his words sent a rush of warmth through you, much stronger than usual, and you grinned back,
“You’re welcome angel,” You replied, your voice still hoarse as Sam ran back in with a plastic cup of water, Dean following, a nurse on his tail.
It’d been about a month since your unfortunate hospital visit, and needless to say, everything went back to normal, it was almost as if it never happened.
You were lying in bed, fully aware of the Angel watching you from across the room as he assumed you to be asleep.
“What’s on your mind angel?” You questioned, propping your eyes open you give him a small supportive smile.
Castiel stood, coming to stand by your bed as you sat up, scooting over to offer him room. When he didn’t understand, you patted the space next to you in a silent offer.
The Angel sat on your mattress, your shoulders bumping at the proximity. You looked at him in silent support to say his piece as he stared forward, studying your bare feet against his.
“I keep thinking about the hospital...that hunt” he frowned, looking down at his lap, knowing full well he was being dramatic, and fully expecting you to go into a speech about how he need not worry about you.
You sighed, looking away from the angel to follow his gaze to your feet, “Me too,” You said honestly, causing the angel to look at you with confusion,
“I was scared,” You continued, swallowing a lump in your throat, “I thought I was going to die...it was terrifying,” You sighed, looking back at the Angel who noted the unshed tears in your eyes, his heart breaking at the sight.
“But when I saw you,” You paused to smile slightly at the memory, “I wasn’t so scared anymore,” you sniffed, standing up from your bed to grab a tissue from your box and drying your eyes.
When you turned however, a hard chest stopped you from going any further. Your eyes craning up, you noticed Castiel looking down at you, sorrow in his eye.
Before you could question him, his arms engulfed your frame, holding you hard against him in a crushing hug you didn’t know you needed.
You gripped onto his coat, desperately, afraid to let go.
“You healed me,” You finally spoke against his tear stained shirt, pulling back to look him in the eye, “Thank you,” You spoke, hardly above a whisper, scolding yourself for not having done it sooner.
Castiel pulled away completely then, not looking you in the eye as he faced away from you to study the far wall,
“You should not be thanking me,” he spoke, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I wasn’t paying attention...you got hurt--”
--”And you healed me,” You interrupted, knowing where he was going and laying a comforting hand on his shoulder, “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead.”
He turned around then, looking anywhere but you as he spoke, “Y/n, I...” he paused, “I do not know how to live without you,” he admitted, squeezing his eyes shut before continuing,
“There isn’t me if there isn’t you.” he said, finally making eye contact.
Your heart almost broke at the vulnerability in his stare. This was it. This was as close as you would ever get to hearing Castiel say it. Say he loved you.
Your hand fell upon his tie, and the Angel’s eyes drifted down to the cloth, “y/n I don’t think corrections to clothing accessories are of import right n--”
He was cut off at the harsh pull of the fabric bringing his lips to yours in a searing kiss, your toes practically curling at the contact.
Castiel immediately reacted, his hands on your waist pulling you impossibly close to his warm vessel as you molded against each other like a finished puzzle. Your lips moving in tender rhythm. The two of you had waited for so long. Too long, that this kiss was savory, slow and yet still desperate and full of passion.
When you pulled away, cursing yourself for your inability to survive without oxygen, you ran your hand up and down his blue tie. Castiel’s forehead rested on yours as you soaked each other in, sharing breath locking twinkling eyes.
You didn’t know how long the two of you stood like that, but you knew that no amount of time would be long enough.
When an Angel meet’s their soulmate their wing change colors.
Warning
Angst, but it works out
Summary
You and Michael met and slowly fall in love and apart.
Author’s Note
Michael deserve a few slaps in the face
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Michael never wanted to meet you in the first place, but Zachariah thought it would a good idea to met and seduce the Winchester middle so the angels could get the Winchester to understand their fates.It was the first Apocalypse and Michael was getting sick of waiting for Dean to say yes and thought why not trick the hairy ape into a yes.
So Michael poofed to where you were and surprisingly show up in nick of time. You were fighting a group of werewolves by yourself because you and your brother all have slipped up after the War Horsemen problem. One of the beasts was about to kill you when he stabbed them in the back with a silver knife that you had dropped in the fight.
He thought you would thank him but instead you slapped him.
“You don’t have to save me! I was doing get on my own.”
“Sure, you were.” He snapped “And I am not a hunter.”
“Whatever.” you snapped taking the knife away from him and walked away, but Michael couldn't help but smile.He liked you for some reason. Michael’s plan was to cross your path over and over again as a hunter, till she trusted him.
It took some time but started to trust him and she didn’t trust him till a vampire case, where he tried to protect her from the head of the small pack, that she fully trusted him. They then started to travel together and hanging out and could help but fall in love with you. Michael had forgotten the purpose of his mission till you get a call from Bobby, asking you to show up help with a big problem. You and Michael show up to the house where Sam, Dean, Boddy, and Cas was. Michael silent prayed that Castiel was not going to blow his cover.
Cas didn’t.
Crowley did.
The Demon showed up to help Dean find Death and nearly shit his pant when he saw Michael.
“I thought we are allies! There was no need to get an archangel!”
“What are you talking about?” Dean said.
Crowley pointed to Michael.
“He is the Arch Angel Michael!” He snapped “I thought you hated him.”
“We do!” Sam snapped.
“Then why his here!”
“I am not-” Michael started.
“Yes, you are” Castiel said “I was just trying to understand why you are here. What could you gain by helping the Winchester and us find Death or end the Croatoan Virus?”
“I-”
“Is it true?” You said looking at him.
“Yes but-”
“No Buts!” You snapped.
“Y/N-”
“Leave!” She cried out “Did want you in my life anymore and I wish I never meet you.” Michael hung his head and disappeared, leaving the Winchester Girl heartbroken and the Arch Angel shattered.Michael told himself it was for the best but he knew this mission was dangerous so he decides to watch from a distance to help if something when wrong.
Something when wrong.
You were hit by one of the Croatoan and the Winchester were panicking. Michael then showed himself and ignoring the brother protest he when to your side and heal you.
Everyone was silent and Michael turned to them.
“I have pulled the memory of me out of here head-”
“Why-”
“She said she wished she had never met me and I granted it. I will not visit her again.” Michael said holding back tears and then he looked at Dean “Till we met again.”
~~~
Michael held his word, not once did he visit her in her dream or in her life. Michael was in great pain because of it but he kept telling himself it right. Heaven started to get back together with God, or Chuck as he asked everyone to call him, coming back and one day he asked to see Michael. Michael thought it was about something with the control of heaven of the rise in demonic active but he was surprised when Chuck asked him when he will meet his soulmate.
“I don’t understand, Father.”
“Son, when I have made your wing, they were pure white, now they have hints of blue. Which means you are away from your soulmate and you miss them. So, Son when can I met them.”
“Father, you must be mistaken. I have not met my soulmate-”
“Are you question me, My Son?”
“No, I’m just saying-”
“Let me see,” Chuck said touching his forehead, and Micael was lanch into a peaceful memory of you. It was when you telling him a story about something you and your brother did when you were younger. Michael couldn't help but smile.
“See! You know her.” Chuck said, “I’m going to met her.”
“Father!”
“Come on,” he said and he grabs his hand and poofed into the Winchester’s Library where Sam was sitting looking confused.
“Chuck? What are you doing here?” Sam said and he paused “Michael? I thought-”
“I am not here of my accord,” he said wishing he could leave.
“I am here to see Y/N,” Chuck said with a smile.
“Hey, Sam, who is it?” you called out.
“Umm...Chuck and Michael.”
“Michael?” you said walking in with Dean.
“Hello Winchester, it is great to see you all again,” Chuck said with a smile as you started to walk up to the duo. Michael felt scared and happy to see you again. He was about to greet everyone but you slapped him.
“That is for the first Apocalypse!”
She slapped him again.
“That is for trying to get into my brother’s body!”
She slapped him a third time.
“That is for nearly killing both of my brothers!”
Then you sigh and crossed your arms.
“Do you have anything to say for your self?”
“I can’t merely say I’m sorry for this and so many other things because words cannot tell me how much I’m sorry, so I will leave again if you wish.”
“Again?” you said and Michael looked away.
“That is why your wings are blue,” Chuck said and Michael shot him a look, but Chuck didn’t see it. “She told you to leave her because you love her, you did.”
“What?” you said, “I have not met him before today!”
“Of course you did!” Chuck said.
“Father, she has not.”
“But-”
“No, because she asked” he started and choked on the words in his mouth.
“She wished that she had never met him.” Dean said looking at Chuck, who looked surprised “And he listens and took her memories.”
Everyone was quiet and then he felt you touch his face. He looked at your face and couldn’t help but smiled. He missed you greatly he realized and hope you would forgive him. You slapped him in the face.
“What the Heck!” he said.
“That is for listen to me when I am mad because I assumed I was mad at you.”
“You were,” Michael said.
“Now give me my memories before I slap you again.”
Michael nodded and he kissed you, giving you all your memories back in the process. You pulled away, needing air, and you looked at him as if your the first time in a long time.
Imagine being a new Angel and Castiel being the only one who you trust, so he keeps you close and takes you with him wherever he goes so you don’t feel uncomfortable.
Castiel: It’s okay, Y/N. You can trust them, I trust them. The Winchesters are friends.
The Angels helping you after your first broken heart
Warnings : Angst
You used to think you were incapable of romantic feelings, that was, until you met him. He flipped your world around, made you feel things you didn’t even know were possible, and then, he dropped you as if you were nothing to him. It hurt more than any physical wound ever had.
You spent your nights in tears and your days trying to figure out what you did wrong. You were a mess, to say the least.
“(Y/n), you need to get outside.” Castiel held you in his lap, letting you rest your head on his chest. “The Winchesters are starting to pray to me in hopes that I’ll bring you back to them. I know you’re hurt-”
“Cas, please.” You almost sobbed. He noticed the tears in your voice and squeezed you a little tighter.
“Okay.” He whispered, resting his chin on your head. “I’ve got you..”
-
“There we go.” Gabriel hummed his contentment, turning you towards the mirror so you could admire his work. Your hair was curled, beautifully framing your face.
“Wow, Gabe.” You allowed yourself to smile at your reflection. You hadn’t done your hair or makeup since he left you, so the change took you off guard. “Thank you..”
“No, thank you for being my canvas.” The angel tugged on one of your curls and then let go, watching it bounce back in place. “You’re gorgeous, ya know that?” You shook your head, smiling a bit. It could have been mistaken for nervousness, but nothing ever got passed Gabriel. “I’m serious, (Y/n). Listen, I, um.. Well, I know that you’ve been questioning yourself lately. You don’t feel beautiful anymore and I hate that because when I look at you, I see absolute perfection. You truly are the finest thing my father ever created.” Your heart felt like a balloon by the end of Gabriel’s declaration. You didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t speak. You threw your arms around him and hugged him so tight that you felt him struggle for air. “C'mon, babe, women can only handle me in small doses. Don’t over do it.”
-
Balthazar had a different method of mending a broken heart and you couldn’t really say that you were disappointed.
“Alright, doll, drink up.” He handed you a small glass of amber liquid and you drank without hesitation. “Slowly.” Balthazar scolded with a grin.
“Shut up.” You waved him off, setting the empty glass on the table as the room began spinning. “Woah..” You swayed in your seat, falling over on the angel’s shoulder.
“Told you so.” He sighed, sipping on the liquor. “Nothing eases the human body like alcohol and sex.”
“One down.” You rolled over so that you could lay your head in his lap and look up at him. “How about the latter?” You winked.
“Oh, you would suggest that when you’re vulnerable and I have to say no, you little minx.” Balthazar groaned. “Another time.” He kissed your head and settled for running his fingers through your hair.
-
“I’ll kill him.” Lucifer promised. You shook your head, grinning at the fuming angel.
“Want to?” You joked, but you knew your jokes would fuel him. “Wanna be my accomplice?”
“Darling, I’ll do the job myself.” You knew he was serious. The devil would do anything for you as long as you said please.
“I don’t need him dead.” You sighed and watched his face fall with disappointment. “I want him to live a long life, knowing he lost the best thing that has ever happened to him. He’ll suffer.” You watched Lucifer’s mouth slowly turn into a sinister smirk.
“You really are malicious.” He purred, moving closer to you.
Sorry this is out so late guys! I think this is the start of a sort of one-shot series thing between the reader and the angels, so let me know what you think and what other angels you would want to see! It’s a lot longer than I had originally planned, and I’m not super happy with it, but I think it’s pretty good. Hope you guys enjoy!
Warnings: A little bit of blood/ fighting. Not much though
Being a Winchester, you knew something weird was bound to happen at some point. It was basically guaranteed. But, in all your years, you had never expected this well you kinda expected the angel part but not on this level.
You had come into the hunting life later to your brothers and were fairly younger than both of them, being their half sister. The boys had found you after your mother was turned by a vampire and almost killed you. You were fifteen. Bobby had later informed you three that your mother was a hunter in her prime. She and John had been seeing each other for a while, until she got pregnant. No one knew where she went, but you assumed it she left the life to keep you safe. After learning that you had nowhere else to go, the boys and Bobby gladly accepted you as a part of their little family. You began to live with Bobby, going to school in Sioux Falls and training or helping answer the phones in your spare time. The boys would stop in every chance they got, even letting you go on simple salt and burns from time to time.
But, things had gotten more complicated. The apocalypse had been started, by your older brothers no less. Ever since then, things had been different. The guys rarely stopped home, and when the did, it was brief. You missed them. But, they had their reasons. Your ability was discovered by one of those reasons.
Sometimes you heard voices in your head, voices you couldn’t recognize. The argued. Alot. Mostly about Sam and Dean, and some guys named Michael and Lucifer. From what you could tell, they were angels. But, angels weren’t real. Assuming it was just because of stress and worry, you never told anyone. No need to add to their stress. After about a few weeks of this going on, the boys came to visit. But, they didn’t come alone. No, they brought the beginning of the trouble. His name was Castiel.
“Honey, we’re home!” Dean called, the door slamming behind him. You sprinted down the steps to greet your big oafs of older brothers, but stopped in your tracks. With your brothers, was a tall man in a trench coat. But, the man wasn’t what caught your attention. No, it was the huge, gorgeous, tattered wings that stuck out behind him. They were dark, sort of a mix between a deep purple, blue, and black. The size and color alone took your breath away. They could have been intimidating, but the state they were in had you almost worried for him. His feathers were everywhere, gaps in places there shouldn’t be, and they were seemingly dull.
“You’re one of the angels,” you breathed, making the three boys look at you alarmed. You tilted your head in confusion. “What? I’m not stupid you know, I can see his wings,”
“You can see his wings?” Dean asked, sharing a dark look with his brother. The mans eyebrows creased and he stepped towards you, making you step back uncomfortably. Why were they so confused?
“That shouldn’t happen,” he said before disappearing with a flap of his wings. You looked at your brothers, concerned. The looked just as freaked out as you did.
“Guys, what’s going on? Where did he go?”
“That’s just Cas. He’s not the most, uh, social guy in the world. But, could you actually see his wings?” Sam looked at you, seemingly concerned.
“Yeah… am I not supposed to?”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it right now okay? It’s been how long since we saw you? I think we’ve got some catching up to do” So the three of you spent the rest of the night together, as if nothing had happened.
That night, you awoke feeling as if someone was watching you. A startled gasp escaped you as you saw the angels piercing blue eyes. He tilted his head at you, looking almost like a lost puppy.
“Did I startle you?” He asked, his deep voice slightly calming you. It’s not like he could hurt you, he was an angel after all. Angels were meant to be good, right?
“No, no, it’s fine,” You stated. “You’re Cas right?”
“Yes. My name is Castiel,”
“Well Castiel, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your wings? They look a little worse for wear,” Your inquiry cause him to look back at the dark figures on his back. He looked back at you puzzled.
“I dragged your brother out from hell,” he said bluntly. Suddenly, flapping was heard and another man stood there. This one had darker skin with large gray wings that faded to white at the bottom. You assumed this man was Uriel, from what Cas was saying. Honestly, he gave you a really bad feeling.
“I think it’s time you and I had a little chat, girl.” Turning toward Castiel, he nodded. “A little privacy if you wouldn’t mind brother,”
With a flap of his dark wings, he was gone. That’s when the questioning began. Uriel began by asking you what you knew, how much you knew, and similar questions, not hesitating to be rude. He kept talking about you and your brothers like you were trash, like nothing more than the dirt he walked on. His questions to you were no better. Every time you gave him an answer he wasn’t pleased with, he would threaten you, your brothers, or Bobby. The more he did that, the more upset you got. After about twenty minutes you were shaking, a lump forming in your throat. You weren’t quite sure what you did to make Uriel hate you so much, but he certainly seemed pretty set on his reason.
“Brother, I think that’s enough,” Castiels deep voice echoed through your room. Uriel turned to Cas, shooting him a glare before disappearing without a word. Cas looked at you, seemingly concerned. “Are you alright?”
You gave him a small nod, his deep voice comforting you. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for awhile. You studied his wings, looking at all the ruffled feathers and you looked at him questioningly.
“May I?” You asked. Cas paused, making you question if you had crossed a line. But, he came and sat on the end of your bed anyways, his large wings spread out in either direction. And that’s when you began. You combed your fingers through his feathers, feeling the silky texture against your skin. Taking your time, each feather slowly found it’s original point. It took you well over an hour to make his wings look as they should. During that time, the two of you exchanged stories quitely. You learned about what he had done in history, hearing about people that existed long before you. He listened to you talk about your brothers, admiring the fondness in your tone for your family. After you finished, he quickly stood up, gave a soft thanks, and disappeared with a flap of his silky wings.
This became a regular reoccurrence, but not for just Castiel anymore. No, random angels began popping in and out of your room at night, asking you to preen their wings. Your favorite, besides Cas of course, was Gabriel. His wings were beautiful although he hated when you said that. The golden color shifted almost every time you saw him. His wings usually weren’t to out of sorts, but he seemed to enjoy having you touch them. He was hilarious, coming not only when he needed his wings preened, but just whenever he wanted. You two would have movie nights and eat sweets, just enjoying each others company.
Castiel also came more often than you would have expected. You helped him understand how things worked on earth, and he kept you company when he wasn’t needed in heaven or with your brothers. Between the two angles, you were rarely alone, but you sort of liked it. You felt safe and you loved their company. When you were having a bad day, they were quick to be there for you, Gabe with sweets in hand, and Cas with a slightly awkward hug and ready to listen. You did the same for them. Whenever they needed, you were ready to be a distraction from the chaos that was going on. Needless to say, you had become rather close with the two angels, and they were rather fond of you. One would think that someone would have more common sense then to mess with someone who had three hunters and two powerful angels on their side. Apparently not.
You were half asleep texting a friend from school, when you heard noise from your window. Not paying any attention to it, you bid your friend a good night and rolled over to go to bed. When you were just about to fall completely asleep, the sound of a knife hitting the ceiling shocked you back awake. Alarmed, you shot up only to see a demon getting its knife from the know broken devils trap. You let out a scream, not that anyone could hear you. Bobby was out on hunt, and wasn’t due home for a few more days.
Scrambling towards your dresser, you lunged for the drawer you kept your angel blade. The demon grabbed your hair and pulled you to it, plunging it’s knife into your shoulder. Another shriek left your mouth as it twisted the knife, ripping at your muscles. The demon laughed at you, pulling your head back so you were looking at it.
“Wow, you really are that much weaker than your brothers. But, it makes you good leverage so I can’t complain,” it ripped the knife from your shoulder and shoved it into your back. “Just so you won’t run away,”
You fell to your knees, coughing involuntarily. ‘Cas, I could use a little help here’ you thought as the demon tried yanking you up by your hair. When no help arrived, you began to panic a little. Cas? Gabe? Anyone? Please... help.
The demon finally forced you back to your feet, only to be knocked off of you. Even with the room spinning, you could see enough to notice the familiar golden wings facing you. The room began to fill with a bright light and a black smoke as the demon screamed, but all you could focus on was the blue eyes that were staring into your (y/e/c) ones. You gave him a dopey smile and patted his head. Cas assumed it was because of the blood loss. He put two fingers on your forehead and your wounds stitched themselves up, your head lolling against his shoulder. Carefully picking you up off the floor, Castiel laid you back down on your bed. He turned to Gabriel, who just vanished the body of the demons vessel. He looked over at his little brother, a smirk etched on his face.
“Dam Cassie, you think they’d be smarter than messing with an archangel’s favorite human, huh?” Cas tilted his head at the other angel.
“Well, I am quite fond of her myself,” Castiel said causing the older angel to laugh
The next morning you woke up with a pair of arms around your waist, your head on someone's shoulder, and two pairs of wings draped over you. You sat up, looking back and forth between the two confused.
“Not that I don’t like seeing you two, but what exactly are you doing here? Did something happen?” the two angels looked at each other quickly before answering.
“Nothing you need to worry about sugar. Gummy bear?” he held the bag out to you. You laughed, shaking your head at him. The archangel shrugged, popping a couple of the sugary bears in his mouth. You laid your head back on Castiel’s shoulder, feeling content and safe, knowing that you had those two there to protect you.
After all, it’s not like two angels would let anyone hurt their favorite human.
