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[ancaporado]

Balthy is sorely disappointed I won't let him play with the neighbor cat that wandered into our yard. (Sound On)

[imagine-all-the-things]

Imagine Balthazar finding you alone and bleeding after a hunt with the boys (Re-written)

Author: imagine-all-the-things Reader Gender: N/A Word Count: 724 Warnings: Blood and Cursing Note: Rewrite from a One-Shot I wrote 5 years ago "Damn" you hissed in pain, looking down at the ever growing blood stain that was seeping through your clothing. It seemed that the Acheri you were hunting had given you one hell of a slash in your side. What a lovely gift. You rolled your eyes and started to look around, realizing you had no fucking clue where you were... and Sam and Dean were nowhere in sight. Dammit. You must have gotten separated from them in all the chaos. Although, it's not like this was the first time this ever happened- in fact it happened way more than you would like to admit... but Sam and Dean always found you- They would always come back to you. They were your family.

With a huff you leaned up against a wall, weighing your options. You could leave and try to find the boys with the hopes that you won't run into the Acheri again, although with you bleeding out like this you'd probably exhaust all your energy- risking passing out in your search. You could stay here and scream their names, but at the risk that they won't hear you and something else will... orrr you could just stay here, hide, save your energy and wait for the boys to come looking for you. Yea... That sounded like the best option.

You wince in pain, pressing your hand against you wound, applying pressure in hopes to stop some of the bleeding as you slid down onto the floor. You started to think of all the ways you could die on these hunts, hoping this one wasn't it... what a pathetic way it would be to die; In a cold, dark room... Alone. You let out a silent laugh at the depressing thought- because you rather laugh about it, instead of crying.

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Minutes felt like hours... you weren't entirely sure how long you had been sitting here.. just thinking... waiting. Desperately hoping this wasn't the one time they would decide to leave you behind.

With a hiss you pull your hand away from your wound, trying to assess the damage done and just about how long you had till you completely bled out. If you were being honest with yourself- It wasn't looking too good. The slight, light-headed feeling that was creeping up on you only solidifying that fact. God dammit... Sam... Dean... Where are you? Please Don't let me die... not here.

You close your eyes, praying that someone... anyone will come save you. It remained silent for what felt like an eternity, though in reality it was only a minute at tops. You could feel your mind fading from blood loss, when you heard the familiar sound of wings flapping. You opened your eyes weakly, expecting to see Castiel in front of you. However, you were slightly surprised to see Balthazar instead... but only slightly.

"Balthazar..." Was all you managed to get out, only realizing now that just talking was painful.

The Angel knelt down in front of you, a hint of worry in his eyes, though the look on his face did not match. He started to speak and although his voice was calming, the words that left his mouth were not as pleasant.

"You really are a terrible hunter"

"And you... really are... an ass..."

"Oh, that hurts" He said sarcastically, with a slight chuckle, putting a hand over his heart. With your last bit of energy, you roll your eyes at him. Of course he would be the one to make jokes while you literally bleed out in front of him.

You close your eyes, not having the energy to keep them open anymore and not long after, you feel yourself being picked up by Balthazar. It feels nice in this arms. Warm. It was comforting in comparison to the cold hard ground you had been sitting on just moments ago. Plus... the snarky angel- although he was a pain at times- had secretly grown on you.

Balthazar spoke once more, but you couldn't quite make out what it was as you started to completely fade out out consciousness.

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"You will be alright, love"

[incorrectspnforfun]

Castiel: So I’m going on a date with this guy, and I was hoping you could help me get ready? Balthazar: Can’t. I need to do...literally anything but that. Gabriel: *elbows Balthazar* Of course we can help! Castiel: Thanks guys. This date is really important. I’ve liked him for a really long time, so I want to look pretty.  Balthazar: Pretty? We can try to help you, but we’re not miracle workers.

[jtownraindancer]

Balthazar x Reader: Fire

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The birds, vast numbers congregating in preparation for their annual migration, had silenced themselves.

The breeze, the softest lilting whispers of the strengthening Ol' North Wind, had subdued its song, every leaf stilling.

Your fire, built safely in a small clearing sheltered by malachite pines, suddenly became the loudest sound within the forest, each skirtch of the sticks catching aflame sparking a bold beacon to whatever entities may be drawing curiously nearer.

You forced yourself into some mimicry of calm, silently thanking an absent God for the natural lighting cast by the waning moon, showering your scenery with silvery radiance.

Were it not for the unanticipated silence, you would have regarded the moment at peaceful, starlight shimmering through the canopy, clean air filling your lungs with each steady breath.

You kept your guard up, however, trusting your lingering suspicion at the sudden stillness. Your wariness soon proved to be useful, shadows and inexplicable fog spiralling and twinging in nonsensical patterns around you. The familiarity soothed you, however, spine lightly curving as you once more reclined on your temporary settee of nettles.

It would take several moments until the angel would dare deign you with his presence, entrance needing to be subtle and silent for mere dramatic effect.

You rolled your eyes as the memory flitted to mind, the visage of the chagrined celestial enough to tug a smile out of you even years after the initial circumstance.

Your cocoa was still warm, fresh from a small cauldron still suspended over open flame, water bubbling as it converted into steam.

You felt his presence before you saw him, mist near opaque through his efforts. You sighed with reluctant fondness, unconsciously shifting to allow him space to join you near the blaze.

The gentle trace of fingers across your shoulders normally would have triggered a jerk from you, a sudden desire to flee . But his touch merely served to calm you more, the mundane intimacy of the gesture as native to you now as the lingering scent of woodsmoke, as the first taste of early morning air.

You sighed as he settled beside you, the phantom weight of wings soon surrounding you in their protective care. You couldn't help but succumb to his arms, easily shaping yourself against his frame.

The sounds of the forest slowly restored themselves, a lullaby of Nature's devising, arousing ancient chorals in his mind, soothing articulation soon settling in your spirit.

You sighed yet again, eyes drifting shut as you identified each sonance of the small realm, the trickling of the nearby stream, the continued cricking of the campfire, the steady scritching of running rodents, the haunting hoots of a nearby owl, the crackling of fallen leaves from passing fawn.

And above it all, his voice- muted Enochian weaving elegance to each passing breath.

As the chords faded away, falling away with the vanishing effluvium, you simply took several moments to relish each other's company, grateful for the temporary intermission from your mutually hectic lives.

Some time passed before his voice carried to you once more, subdues breaths teasing your ear, whisper near silent even with such nearness.

"I need your help."

You hummed, forcing your eyes to open as you were roused from the cusp of slumber.

"With what?"

He explained, softly relaying his plans in efforts to gain your consent through the vaguest of explanations, tone adopting a more wily undercurrent as he detected your growing awareness and, with it, your growing curiosity.

You playfully dismissed his request however, words sharp but delivery relaying the lighthearted acceptance.

"And what, pray tell, thinks that I can help you? I'm busy."

There was a shift, elysian physique adjusting in the mimicry of ensnarement. "Now that is a lie."

Appalled that he had so casually dismissed your falsities and excuses, you huffed, eyes narrowing in frustration, annoyance strongly forcing you nearly entirely from his embrace.

"And how could you possibly know that?"

Formerly blue irises, now nearly fully absorbed by vast darkness, flickered towards your own, devious pride playing in each flicker of the flame.

"A little birdie told me."

There was a double meaning there, as there often was with Balthazar. In this instance, it took scarcely a moment to determine the guilty party, Castiel's name slipping between your teeth with an exasperated hiss.

As the Thief's smile remained stationary, a knowing haughtiness to his expression that summoned a strong desire to strike him, you gradually surrendered to his request, collapsing once more into his grasp.

"The Seal of Solomon, huh?"

"Yes. Hopefully, tonight, if possible? Raphael is also searching for it."

Your eyes turned Heavenward, irritation seemingly irresistible.

This Renegade would be the death of you someday, of that you had no doubt.

"You're an idiot."

"So I have been told. But yet you love me, even with my supposed faults."

The statement was issued with little restraint, a simple fact that shrouded itself in soft fondness that startled a series of skittering in your pulse, the sudden loss of breath.

Balthazar either remained ignorant of the effect of his words, or he courteously chose to overlook it, fingers instead tracing unconscious sigils over your clothed arms, steady breath falling all around you as the flames continued to caress you with their warmth.

"Tomorrow then," he murmured, gently relaxing your passing insecurities.

You were soon submitting to encroaching slumber, dreams permeated by moonlit wings and the gentle kiss of a fluttering mist.

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[the-source-will-flow]

....And Balthazar, who simply didn't like Titanic

[why-do-i-like-the-bad-guys]

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