One of my favorite soulmate tropes is The Bond – you know, the preternatural link that lets partners feel each other more intensely. I especially love this with angel/human pairings, where grace and soul interact, which inevitably leads to the human’s mind being blown over how good the sex is. And, I mean, soul-sex is great, but like. What about soul-tickles?
It’s basically angelic foreplay – reaching and teasing and brushing graces together to provoke the tangling into each other. But when one of them is a human soul, which has never learned how to use itself, doesn’t know how to reach out, has no reference point for being an active participant in anything beyond the bounds of a flesh-and-bone body… well, such advances can’t really be reciprocated. And what you’re left with is a confused angel and a really confused, squirmy, giggly human who can’t figure out where it’s coming from or why but something tickles and it’s playful and light and somewhere that isn’t their skin. Upon realizing what’s happening, that this poor little soul is totally helpless against the gentle flicks and touches that come at it from all sides, the angel decides this is The Most Adorable Thing and takes to softly tickling their beloved from the inside out at nearly every opportunity.
Cute: on the couch with a movie playing, while the human curls in their lap and laughs quietly into their chest
Cuter: in bed under the covers, the human as the little spoon, squeaking and squirming in the circle of their arms while teasing kisses are planted everywhere in reach
Cutest: soul-tickling accented by physical tickling, giggles building into hysterical laughter as the human tries to get away from wriggling fingers on their sides and ribs even while they’re already defenseless against unstoppable, feathery tendrils of grace
The human never really gets the hang of retaliating properly – at least, until they discover that angel wings are ticklish, and suddenly the cuteness is a lot less one-sided.
Angel Grace kink? With Sam and Cas??? Sam usually being the one to top between the both of them but Sam finding out angel grace can be used during smexy Times?
“You can trust me, Sam - - you know that, right?” Castiel brushes some hair behind Sam’s ear. “I know we’ve...done this so that you’re in control, but I want you to give that up to me. Just for one evening.”
Sam swallows hard, his mouth dry. “Cas...” He does trust him, but this...isn’t something he can necessarily cope with.
“Just try. I promise you’ll feel good. You can pull out at any time.”
He nods, his body tense. “O-Okay.”
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Sam’s on the bed, naked, his hands fisted into the sheets as Cas slowly moves his Grace in and out of him. “U-Uh - - y-yes...” He’s barely coherent, his cock hard against his thigh. “Please - please.”
Cas sits on the edge of the bed, moving his hand to mimic fucking Sam. “Good, isn’t it?”
Sam practically tries to curl into it, his eyes squeezes shut. “I’m gonna -”
“It’s okay. I want you to.”
Sam thrashes, his dick twitching, muscles spasming, as he finally comes all over himself, moaning and writhing, hips jerking up.
Cas watches with utter fascination, and when Sam’s finally done, he moves beside him, pulling him into his arms. “Beautiful,” he whispers, grazing his lips across Sam’s temple. “So, so beautiful.”
Sam relaxes into his arms, closing his eyes. “I trust you...”
A/N: This is my first time writing for Cas, so it probably isn't that good. As much as I love him, I think it's kinda hard to write for him, honestly. He's just so unique, it's hard to do his character justice. Ah well, I tried. Enjoy! And I would love it if you guys talked to me! Message me, shoot me a comment, anything! I need some feedback on my work so I know what to make more of and what to improve! I've also had a few requests for more A/B/O stuff, so I'm definitely looking to do some of that! Thanks guys!
Word count: 787
Pairing: Cas X Reader
Genre: Smut-ish (just some stuff leading up to it, not the actual smut itself)
Warnings: Well the genre says it all. Also, reader has a Grace!Kink that is mentioned, but not explicitly described.
My Masterlist
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His warm lips were all over you, on your neck, across the tops of your breasts, on your own. And they were so goddamn perfect, it was hard to think when he was kissing you.
A sound against the far wall tears your mouth from his, and he continues kissing down your throat, his hands sliding up your hips. Nothing looks out of place, strangely enough, and you let your mind return to your angel. Tonight has been a perfect night, and you're not going to let some pesky rodent in the walls make you paranoid.
"Take this off," he commands quietly as his lips trailed down the valley between your breasts, halting at your bra.
His blue eyes look up at you, holding your gaze for a moment as you arch your back and unclasp your bra. He never could get the hang of undoing it, no matter how much he practiced the action. Sure, he could just snap his fingers and your clothes would be gone, but he seemed to like the build-up just as much as you did.
You pull the garment from your chest, watching as his mouth travels across the side of your breast along skin that was once covered in fabric. Another sound, this one from the opposite wall of the first, makes your gaze shoot to it. This time you see the picture frame of some flower or another move slightly, and your grip around your angel's back tightens.
"Cas, there's something in here," he whisper to him, feeling him stiffen slightly and angle his body over yours.
His gaze lifts and follows yours to the wall, and he looks it over cautiously before turning back to you.
"There's nothing there, [Y/N]," he says quietly, his ocean gaze watching you expectantly.
"Cas, I-" you cut off as he looks back down to your breasts and smirks slightly, and you hear another sound.
This time your evidence comes in a small vase with a single rose tipping over, landing with a quiet thump on the carpet.
"Cas, something just knocked that down," you tell him, slipping out from under him to sit upright. Your hand reaches down to your discarded jeans, for the knife you kept on your belt.
"[Y/N], it was nothing," Cas states once more, and when you look to him, you notice a slight fluster to his cheeks that wasn't there before. "Trust me."
"Cas, what did you do?" you ask quietly, watching his gaze dart to the vase. "Cas?"
He clears his throat.
"It was... My wings," he says in a rough voice, like he's embarrassed.
"Your wings?" you murmur, looking just past his shoulder, as though you might catch a glimpse of them. You frown and look back to the vase all the way across the room. "They're that big?"
Unlike the Winchester boys you just recently began to travel with, you had yet to come across many angels in your hunts. They were still a bit of a mystery for you, save for the awkward, blushing one in front of you.
"They grow when an angel desires... Things," he explains with a sigh. "It is... Other angels may see our wings growing and can know of our desires for them."
"Wait, so..." you trail off and bite your lip, listening to his flustered expression. "You're trying to woo me by showing me that your wings are big? Like a bird puffs up for a mate."
"When you put it like that, it is significantly more mortifying," he leans back on the bed and looks away, and a smile crosses your lips.
"Cas, I love you so much," you grin and pull him into a slow, deliberate kiss. "Consider me wooed by your display. Carry on."
"[Y/N], what are you saying?" he asks as you pulls his tie and fall back to the bed, with him over you.
"I'm saying that I'm impressed," you tell him in a sultry voice. "Now let's get this ball rolling, before you knock down anything else and break shit."
"If it is broken, I may fix it with my grace," he tells you, and you smirk up at him.
"That's another thing I like," you purr, looping your arms around his neck.
"My grace?" he asks, looking at you with a mischievous smirk that you've only recently begun to see on his face at times like this.
"Yes, about that. Your wings are so big and you're so strong," you rake her fingers through his hair. "But your grace... Mm, I love when you make me come with it."
"I can do that," he says and you bite your lip, watching his azure eyes darken.
Summary: You get injured on a hunt and go to Castiel to get healed but he finds out a secret of yours.
Word Count: 394
Warnings: Grace!kink, implied smut, minor injuries. I think that is it.
You always ended up here, one way or another, whether the hunt went well or sideways. You’d always end up injured. It didn’t matter whether it was just a scratch or a fatal injury. You always went to Cas. He was an angel and you were naturally drawn to him.
His healing abilities never ceased to amaze you. The warmth that spread through your body before the pain ebbed away, this time was no different. You tried, god, you tried to hold in the moan - like every other time, but this time you had failed. His forefinger and middle finger was pressed against your forehead and his eyes flashed blue as his grace pulsed through you, sending heat straight to your core.
Luckily, the Winchester brothers weren’t with you when Cas had healed you, but when Cas tilted his head to the side, confused, you had closed your eyes hoping that you hadn’t really moaned as he healed you. Quickly, he pulled his hands away, afraid he had accidentally caused you any harm
‘What was that?’ Cas innocently inquired. ‘Are you in any more pain?’
You opened your eyes and shook your head. ‘No, Castiel. I’m not in any pain, not anymore.’ You chanced a look at his eyes and saw that his cerulean ones were already staring at you before squinting then smirking. He had to have learned that off of Dean.
His look turned from innocent to predatory and hungry.
Shit.
His whole demenour had changed, it was like he was suddenly possessed by a lion ready to strike its prey.
He pressed his fingers to your forehead again and the warmth was back, this time much stronger. Instead of healing, it caused your whole body to heat up, your body convulsing involuntarily, he pulled you closer to him, an arm snaking around your waist.
‘Guess I found out what you have been hiding from us.’
‘What are you gonna do about it, Angel?’ You snarked.
He smiled, the predatory gaze still tinted in his blue eyes that were now dark, you could mistake him for a demon if you didn’t know better. ‘I have a few ideas. The pizza man has taught me well.’
He grabbed your arm and drug you to your room, where hopefully you would get to fulfil one of your fantasies with Castiel and his grace.
Tags: Established relationship, wing!kink, grace!kink, mating, possessive Gabriel
Word Count: 7565
Summary: When Sam’s word of the day calendar sparks a question for Gabriel, you aren’t expecting where things end up.
Link to Fic: HERE
Author’s Note: This was written for the @gabriel-monthly-challenge February prompt: Aliferous - meaning to have wings.
This was also written for a good friends birthday. I borrowed a lot of her headcanons for this, so if you like it you should shoot her a thanks. I’m sorry this is late, @ashiewesker I hope you like it!
A huge thank you to @waterkiss37 for working on this with me. There are plans to add this to a verse and build on a previous fic, The King of Selfishness, so stay tuned for that.
Please note: I switched perspectives between the reader and Gabriel in this one. I’ve never done that, I always write from one or the other, but I’ve read fics like this and liked them. I’m not sure I’m a fan of writing like this though, so please let me know what you think of it!
Tag List: @tardisdementor @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @madamelibrarian @crushing83 @greek-geek481 @thewhiterabbit42 @sumara62 @fand0maniac
Series summary; The boys struck a deal with Lucifer, a deal that allows him to stay in the bunker. How will not only they, but you cope with an archangel, the devil nonetheless, roaming around the space? Especially as you seem to notice something no-one else does, his wings. You could see the devil’s wings.
Pairing: Lucifer x reader
Rating: Mature
CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Chapter 1/23
Word; 4.600
Warnings; Swearing, Lucifer being Lucifer
Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing
A/N: AHHH YES I am SO exited to post this new series for ma pretty boy Luci! This is a soulmate!au I’ve always wanted to write and seeing as I’m a sucker for both angel wings, enemies to lovers and sass, it was pretty clear who this series would be with. So hopefully you guys are as exited as I am, because... well you're getting this series wheatear you want it or not. PSA; if you wanna be tagged in the series send me and ask!
SERIES MASTERLIST
Usually knocking on the bunker door was enough to draw at least one of the three men's attention from inside. Thus you knew, essentially because it had woken you up from sleep more than once, that the metal echo resonated throughout the old men of letters residence. Although now it seemed everyone inside had become deaf, hence no-one came and met you.
Perhaps you could've guessed Dean wouldn't have come, especially if he had dozed off. The hunter slept like a log when he finally could rest. Sam and Cas, you were both surprised by hadn't heard, however.
The younger Winchester usually worked late in the library, sometimes falling asleep while doing so, though he would most likely wake up, seeing as he was a light sleeper. The angel didn't even require sleep in the first place, so he usually roamed around the bunker if he was there. And as long as he hadn't gotten som distress call from heaven, he should still be there.
"Pure gentleman the lot. Here I go on a supply run and they can't even help their sorry asses to open the door", you muttered.
Yes, you were annoyed by their behaviour, but not angry. Thus, you hadn't forgotten the key. You could still feel it in your back pocket where you put it when leaving the bunker earlier, so you weren't locked out. However, reaching it was the problem.
Your arms were full of grocery bags, brimming with whatever supplies that been written on the list you gotten before leaving the bunker. It was almost impossible to see the lock on the door over their rims, but even harder would it be to juggle the bags, trying not to drop anything, while fishing up the key and unlocking the door. Regardless, it seemed you would need to do just that, as none of the guys would come and help you.
Balancing on one leg, you raised your knee to place the bags you held in your right arm on it, letting them lean against your chest for support. Hurriedly you reached for the key before losing your balance and alarming probably half of Lebanon of your failure. By some miracle, you also succeeded without having to sacrifice Dean's pie or bears for the matter.
Huffing slightly, you pushed open the heavy door with your hip. You had prepared to call out for the guys as it glided open, yet something stopped you, the echo of multiple arguing voices. You recognised Sam, Dean and Cas's, yet there was one more.
Quickly closing the door behind you with your foot, you made a mental note to come back and lock it as soon as you'd figure out what caused the dispute downstairs.
Hurrying down, all while trying not to fall, you tried placing the foreign voice. It couldn't be Rowena because whoever speaking wasn't a woman. Though neither could it be Crowley because the demon owned a very distinctive British accent, something this person didn't. What snapped you out of trying to identify the voice, though, was a loud bang.
You felt how your body reacted before your mind. Instantly you set the grocery bags on the table in the command centre, not caring if they fell and any of the stuff got harmed anymore.
Rushing forward, you unholstered the gun from your waistband as you swiftly climbed the two stair steps up to the threshold of the library in one. However, there you suddenly halted. Thus, instead of seeing one or more of your friends hurt, there was a whole other scene greeting you.
None of the brothers was injured, nor your angel friend. Nevertheless, everything didn't seem to be all right. Sam looked more than a little jittery, the thin line his lips had formed signifying a nervous fear. Cas had a deep frown etched between his brows, his hands clenched at his side, seemingly trying to restrain himself. Dean's fist rested upon the table, which you guessed probably remained there as a cause of slamming it down, something that would explain the sound you heard earlier. Along with this, his body was rigid enough that you could tell he was ready to murder someone. And when your eyes finally followed all of their gazes, you understood why.
There in all his might, stood none other than Lucifer.
Your eyes widened. Even though knowing about the archangel, you'd never met him, only heard about him from Sam, Dean and Cas. You'd never even seen a picture of the infamous devil. So how could you know it was him?
Quickly you declared yourself foolish for thinking it was because of the feeling in your stomach. Obviously, you must have missed the most apparent reasons, even though you didn't understand how you could've.
The sensation of celestial power surging in the room was more than noticeable. It reminded you of what you'd felt each time Cas had been in your presence during your early stay in the bunker, albeit much more powerful and thus, also more palpable. Then it was the essential clue showing it was nothing else than an angel standing before you.
You found your eyes unable to stay in one place, gaze flickering all over the archangel standing half a room away. Although not only him, but the entities outstretched from his sides. You would never call the bunker dim, if not the emergency protocol was activated that was. But the white, close to opalescent, wings seemed to illuminate the room with their soft white, no, pure light.
Your mouth opened and closed as you tried asking the people, still unknowing of your presence, what was going on. However, no sound escaped you, something you already knew why for. Your breath had been stolen the moment you started gazing at the devil's wings.
It was almost mesmerising, the way they shuffled and jerked as naturally as one's hands would do to emphasise whatever Lucifer said. You had no idea what it was, all of their voices an echo in the distance, yet you knew it couldn't have been a friendly topic. Hence, the feathers forming the appendages ruffled and gave the impression of increasing in size multiple times. You understood that it was a move to intimidate. However, you felt your eyes narrow because that wasn't the reaction it elicited from you.
Instead of paying attention to Lucifer growing more than twice his side when stretching his wings, you focused on how the violent shifting made an iridescent wave flicker over them. An odd calmness, closely followed by surprise, surged through your body. It was foreign, almost as if it wasn't your own feelings.
The sudden rush of emotions served as a reminder of who stood before you and most possibly also effected you with his powers, whatever they could be. It enabled you to find your voice once more and ask the question you had wordlessly wondered this whole time.
"What the fuck is the devil doing here?"
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It had been weeks ago now. Firstly weeks since you had interrupted whatever discussion that had taken place between Sam, Dean, Cas and surprisingly Lucifer. Secondly, weeks since you got to know what the boys had argued about, though not only that but also done, they'd struck a deal with the devil. And finally, weeks since the unarguably most annoying, not only archangel but angel in existence had come to stay in the bunker.
It was out of your mind how the boys could've decided it would be wise letting Lucifer stay with all of you, something you weren't shy to remind them of either. You had used the argument 'you let him stay' on many occasions, which in turn had let you win many of said arguments. However, one thing you couldn't claim you'd won was alone time.
Since the archangel had come to stay with you and no one truly trusted him, it always meant someone was on devil watching duty. It wasn't so that one of you followed him around each and every step he took, but more kept an extra watchful eye on him when others were on a hunt.
Up until now, thankfully, he hadn't tried murdering anyone, not inside or outside the bunker. Though, that didn't mean the want didn't exist, perhaps more from others than himself.
During the week's Lucifer resided along with you, you'd begun to understand why the Winchester's had warned you for speaking with him. Not only did he have an unarguable talent at twisting his words for his own gain, whatever that could be. But he also mastered the art of riling people up.
Sam and Dean's, in your opinion, generally short fuse, turned out to be even easier to ignite than you previously thought, much thanks to the constant taunting and snide remarks from Lucifer.
You'd assumed they would've been partly used to it, hence having dealt with him numerous times before, yet so wasn't the case. It was only lucky you were used to breaking things up between the brothers, even Cas and them. Thus nowadays, you found yourself increasingly often pushing one of them away from the archangel.
It wasn't often it was the other way around, but even you 'with your infinite patience and snark' as Dean once said, had lost your head once or twice. How couldn't you? There was never a day you found Lucifer without a smirk and brow challengingly arched.
Neither was there ever a day when he didn't try to pull a reaction from you or gain your attention for the matter. He was a pest, without using too kind words. But there was no discussion, compared to Sam and Dean, uncharacteristic enough also Cas, you were the most level headed around the devil.
Perhaps it was good that at least one of you weren't as quick to get mad around him, but it also was a curse. Ever since your first interaction with the archangel, it seemed he had taken it as his mission to frequently bother you.
And it was something which he was given a substantial amount of time doing. Thus, regarding the bunker always was in the best shape when you'd stayed behind from a hunt to watch over him, you were often the first choice to babysit him, like now.
The boys had left early this morning to search for a supposed vampire nest in a nearby town. Usually, you thought it was nice having the bunker for yourself, as it meant you could have some alone time. Although now, with the devil on a visit, it was damn near impossible.
Knowing they were away, you'd chosen to skip breakfast purely to avoid bickering with the archangel. He was always more annoying when he knew none of the guys potentially could come to your rescue.
Typically, you could hold your ground against the devil, perhaps the reason he found it so entertaining to bother you. But having been woken by Cas, who'd let you know they headed out, too early in the morning, you weren't clear enough in the head to be in Lucifer's presence.
It wasn't only due to your inability to form proper responses that close to waking up, you tried avoiding him, but also because your sleep-addled body wouldn't act as you wanted. Hence, you knew there was an increased chance you would expose your still kept secret. That you could see the archangel's wings.
Even though you now sat undisturbed, for the moment, in the library, cleaning your guns. You felt the same wave of confusion, even the tiniest hint of curiosity, enter your body when thinking about Lucifer's wings.
Those emotions, the one's you never could explain, but always became near nauseous when feeling because it felt like every single emotion hit you at the same time. You noticed got more prominent when the angel was in your vicinity or mind for the matter, both of which you found present annoyingly often.
Still, no matter how much you wondered about it or saw it in person, you had no idea why you could see the iridescent entities and the glow-like illumination they perpetually emitted.
You knew you could ask Cas, who most definitely would have the answer to why the devil's wings were visible, but it was in your nature not to ask for help if not absolutely necessary. You were a hunter, who more times than not, pride yourself on your ability to figure out things on your own. It's what has kept you alive for this long, after all.
Therefore having a problem you couldn't solve, especially after searching through most books in the library the few times you didn't have a devil looming over your shoulder and even then finding nothing, bugged you considerably.
It was because of this you had learned yourself to grow used to it. That despite your curiosity and uncommonly desire to ask, refrain from staring at Lucifer's wings or ever bring up the matter. Nevertheless, you'd learned how to at least sate your wonder the slightest bit.
It was primarily during the first week of his stay it happened. That your gaze often had snapped up to follow him, fingers twitching to reach for an angel blade, every time you witnessed the devil roaming the halls of the bunker.
While it was a reaction that always had made him smirk, it gave you an excuse to study him. Albeit given a chance to swiftly glide your gaze over his wings, your eyes never lingered more than what he could interpret as a hunter's vigilance to the number one evil being.
Nevertheless, even if you wanted it or not, you'd found that the small number of opportunities were too sparse to actually get to know something. Thus, you excused your action of sneakily glancing at the oddity that labelled Lucifer an angel each time his back was turned to you.
It was something you still did, but with more and more caution, hence you feared he suddenly would catch on. But so far, he hadn't and thanks to this, you'd learned enough to know that keeping in mind how his wings moved or acted, you weren't sure how to word it, was a valuable indication of his emotions.
Despite your fixation on his wings these past weeks, you sometimes felt it was weird you paid as much attention to the matter as you did. Hence no-one else even cared about Lucifer's wings. It was as if only you could see them, something you not until the last few days understood also was the case.
The thought hit you from nowhere and without having to think twice about it, you also had known it was true. 'If either Sam or Dean would've seen them, they would've made a scene out of it'. What, or rather who, you had dwelled on more, however, was Cas.
Your angel friend was harder to place in the realisation you had about the brothers, solely because you figured he must be used to seeing angel wings, so perhaps he wouldn't care as much. Although, a few days ago, you grasped the fact that not even he could see or sense them.
It was a memory you had replayed in your mind several times already. Twisted and turned to see if you could've perceived it wrong, but every time you looked back on the event, it always followed the same lines.
You and Cas had been sitting in the library, doing some research while Sam and Dean were away on a hunt when Lucifer had strolled in. You hadn't spared him more than a glance. On any other day, he wouldn't have been content with that. However, his aim wasn't on you now, but the angel in your company.
Albeit the bickering had begun one-sided, Lucifer more talking to himself than any of you, Cas soon became tired with his quips and started answering them. You knew it was a lost cause as soon as he did, but you didn't really pay it any thought, entirely immersed in the book before you. Yet, what caught your attention, in the end, was when the room had fallen completely silent.
You'd glanced up, only to see the two angel's standing face to face. You hadn't heard Cas get up from his chair, but that didn't matter now, you still knew something was up. It was when the palpable tension grew thick enough you could cut it, a tick entering Cas's jaw and Lucifer's wings flexed, that you shook your head and stood from your chair.
You hadn't hesitated when walking forward, neither when gripping Cas's shoulder and gently tugging it backwards. Not even when he didn't step back did you regret your action, though it had made you sigh.
Repositioning yourself, so you stood partly in-between them, you'd put a hand on his chest. 'Cas, time to actually behave like an angel', you'd muttered while starting to push him backwards, but the movement ceased when you heard a chuckle from behind.
With a raised brow, you'd looked over your shoulder. There you saw a grinning Lucifer, seemingly enjoying he had succeeded with drawing Cas far enough from his place beside you that you needed to stop the angel from doing anything everyone would regret.
Rolling your eyes, you'd continued nudging Cas backwards, slowly starting to turn to face the dark-haired angel. However, as you saw something move in the corner of your eye and a sudden coldness followed by a flushed sensation surged through you, making you recoil from the feeling, your head moved faster than initially.
What you'd witnessed, or felt, was Lucifer's wing, or at least some of his feathers, brush along your and Cas's side. It seemed it hadn't been intentional, as the archangel's appendage quickly twitched away from the two of you. Yet, you didn't concentrate on his retreating wing, nor the want to keep following them with your gaze, but that Cas hadn't even acknowledged the touch.
He hadn't flinched as you'd done. Hopefully, suppressed enough for none of them to notice, which you guess you had as they didn't pay any attention to you. Cas eyes had, in fact, never even left Lucifer over your shoulder.
"Seems like your head is somewhere else".
"And you're staring", the response to the comment which snapped you out of your memory came by instinct. Probably was it accurate as well, as it felt like someone had burned the mark of hell on your forehead. Raising your gaze to see if you were indeed correct, your eyes immediately found Lucifer's.
"I'm looking", he stated.
"Looking you do at someone when they speak. Staring you do when someone is silent and don't' pay attention to you", before answering, the archangel cocked his head.
"Don't act like that. You should be delighted that out of everyone living here, you're the one I would like to torture the least", it sounded like Lucifer told you a secret, the way he worded it, but you couldn't more than huff at his statement. Looking down on your gun, which you now noticed had been spotlessly cleaned while your mind wandered, you swiftly started to reassemble it.
"And you should be delighted, that when the day of killing you comes, it will be quick, so I get your annoying ass out of my life", you turned the metal weapon in your hand over, once, twice, before raising the reconstructed gun and aiming it his way. Though most would've been, at least, slightly intimidated by the action, you only saw Lucifer's smirk widen at the other end of the barrel.
"Oh, it got guts too. However, I have to break it to you. That won't do anything to me", you rolled your eyes at the arrogance in the archangel's voice as he gestured between your weapon and himself.
"I know, but hopefully, it will still hurt like a bitch", you closed an eye, gripping the gun with two hands while trailing it upwards, so it pointed at his head rather than his chest. Hooking of the safety, you quickly pressed the trigger.
You knew the deal the boys had done with the devil included him being able to stay in the bunker, away from whatever haunted him from hell, in exchange for a future favour. Therefore, it was never your intention to shoot him, even if you numerous times fantasised about it. Thus, you intentionally hadn't loaded the clip of the gun.
Even though you never would admit it, the reason you gave the archangel even the slightest bit of your attention, was because you, much like he, enjoyed picking at the counterpart. If someone asked why you wouldn't be able to tell. Because realistically, why would a human step up against an archangel, the devil nonetheless?
What you knew, though, was that thanks to regularly arguing with the archangel, it allowed you to discover the cracks in Lucifer's well-manufactured armour to knock him down a pedestal or two from his high horse. It wasn't often you succeeded, but sometimes you found the right words or actions to do it, something you did this time.
Even though your action was followed by an empty snap, rather than a bullet flying through the air, it brought a physical reaction from him, but one that wasn't of his usual dominant bearing but an unintentional one. One he, in reality, didn't want to show you.
The devil had flinched, his wings curling around him slightly.
His response made you bite back a smirk. Although the chuckle bubbled up in your throat, you couldn't stop. As soon as the sound reached Lucifer, he quickly returned to his former position, albeit it was different. In the edge of your vision, you saw his wings tense. He knew he'd slipped up.
"If I remember right, our deal meant that I could stay here safely".
"You mean the deal you didn't strike with me, but Sam and Dean?" You retorted while lowering the magnum. "If so, I remember that the deal would break if you didn't leave me alone. How's that going for you?" You saw how one of Lucifer's eyebrows raised and his head titled. However, compared to Cas, his take on the action wasn't one of confusion but rather a dare.
Now, instead of keep on lingering passively by the threshold of the library, Lucifer strode forward. Given more space, his wings stretched out. The movement made the iridescence covering them noticeable and much like all the other times, a calmness spread through you instead of intimidation.
"You know, with the snap of my fingers, I can make you disintegrate", his voice was low, although the real threat didn't lay in his words, but his moves. The archangel had raised his hand, fingers pressed tightly together. Merely slipping with his digits would make a snap echo powerfully.
"And why haven't you done it already then?" You questioned, immediately noticing how the edge in his display dissolved.
"I wouldn't want to break my favourite toy, now would I?" Though noticing the childlike pout that followed his words, you knew this wasn't the cause Lucifer lowered his hands for.
You saw it in his eyes, in his wings. You felt the cause of it. However, at the same time, it was so evident, you couldn't place it. It was a lingering knowledge, much like intuition, in the back of your mind.
Writing it off as your hunter instinct, you didn't ponder at the feeling for any longer, solely noting it was the same one that enabled you to spend a substantial more amount of time in his presence than others without going insane.
"Who said I was your toy?" You hummed, quirking a brow at him, knowing by now if he would've wanted the arguing to end, his threat wouldn't have been hallow. "Maybe you're mine?"
You raised your hand, which all this time had clutched the gun resting on the table, thus making the weapon also join the movement. If it would've been loaded, your moves hadn't been as careless. But now, you beckoned the gleaming metal piece from him to you.
"Is that so?" There was a flash in his eyes as he said this before he commenced walking forward. His arms were now folded, his pointer finger tapping his lips each slow step he took. "It seemed to have passed your awareness that I bow to no one", his lips became decorated with a grin as he stopped his fingers from toying with his lips.
"Why are you on the run from hell then?" He stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing.
Before Lucifer could answer with what you knew would be a bite, rather than bark, the sound of the bunker door opened, closely followed by Sam, Dean and Cas's voices filling the air.
"Hey Y/N, you alive?" You heard Dean call as they started to descended the stairs. Smirking at the devil, you raised an eyebrow. It was your time to dare him to do anything.
Lucifer's face contorted into a scowl before he, in the blink of an eye, was gone. Nothing more than a sound of flapping wings inclined he'd been there at all. You momentarily gazed at the spot he had occupied before turning to look to the entry of the library.
"I'm as alive as I can be", you answered the older Winchester while spotting them walk through the commander central.
"Well, seeing as you babysit the devil, that counts as something", your lips tugged into a smile as you met the hunter's eyes, which like always, seemed more tired after than before a case.
"Perhaps, but I much rather prefer if he wasn't here in the first place", despite the game, if you even could call it that perhaps a better word would be survival tactic, you had with Lucifer, the archangel was a prick, with capital P. "How did the hunt go?"
You switched the subject, however, didn't get the immediate joyful answer you thought you would. Instead, you were met by an annoyed gruff from the Dean as he threw his duffel bag on the table you sat at before swiftly taking a seat in the chair opposite you. Raising a questioning eyebrow at his actions, you switched from looking at him to Sam.
"Turns out, that nest we found wasn't vampires", he informed you, which made your eyebrows narrow.
"Werewolves?" You asked confused. Majorly because, from the looks of it, it had been a clear vamp case.
"Demons", Cas's answer would've made you choke on water if you had drunk any. Staring at the angel, he simply gave half a nod to clarify that you indeed had heard right.
"The black-eyed bastards were waiting for us when we came, ambushed us as soon as we stepped a foot in the place", Dean said, irritation evident in his voice.
"Since when do demons role-play as vampires?" Your question made Sam's lip tug into a smile, while his brother simply replayed with a continuous grumpy 'no idea'.
"That wasn't the weirdest thing...", seeing how the taller brother shuffled, you switched to look at him. Immediately you tilted your head at Sam, observing him as he started to rummage through his duffel bag. Not until he pulled out his demon blade, which was unusually clean from a demon hunt, did he continue. "We didn't even have to use these because they smoked out as soon as they saw it was only us".
"Only you? Usually, demons and every other supernatural creature are stalking you three specifically", you motioned to the men in front of you. "Who else could they want?" None of them gave you a clear answer, only shrugs.
Something felt wrong with the whole situation and formed an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. It had been long since you encountered the spawns of hell, and while you weren't surprised the time eventually had come again, there was something about it happening this way that wasn't natural.
Did.. with that text post about my love( confession more like it) for angel wings and their grace. Did I just become the ruler of Wing!kink and Grace!kink?? o.o Because if you all want, I am SO up for writing little drabbles or if I run with it, fanfic’s that have those two things in them. What do you all think? ( if you want them, send them to my ask box <3)
Also please tell me..
did me, the biggest fandom, on fire, trash can of a person..
become the Queen/King of Wing!/Grace!/aAngel! Kink? o.o’ oops. ^-^
