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Imagine Cas introduce Samandriel to Team Free Will
"Sam,Dean,Y/N , This is Alfie."
"Actually my name is... Samandriel.But my vessel's name is Alfie,So I use it."
"Samandriel,This is Sam,Dean-"
"Winchesters' and Y/N Mott. I know who they are,Castiel."
"So,he is -"
"Yes Dean, he is an angel.And he is here to help us."
This is my first imagine so forgive me for my mistakes .
Was It All A Dream? Part 2 (Sam X Reader)
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Y/N woke up with a jolt and looked around. She wasn't in the bunker. She definitely wasn't in a motel room. She was on a king sized bed. A soft white cover over her. The room was painted a dark blue. She hopped off the bed panicking a bit. The last thing she remembered was preparing for a hunt with the boys. She caught a glance of herself in the mirror. She was wearing her usual pajama bottoms and t-shirt. Her fuzzy slippers snug on her feet. She heard what sounded like talking and followed it.
As she headed down the hallway to a set of steps she noticed pictures scattered on the wall. In the pictures were Sam and two children. A little boy and a girl. They looked to be around the ages of six and eight. In one picture there was even a dog. It seemed to be a mix between a rottweiler and husky. She headed downstairs which lead into a beautiful living room. There was a huge, plush couch, a rocking chair, and a small ottoman all circling a glass coffee table. Mounted on the wall above a fireplace was a huge flat screen TV. The picture on the mantel of the fireplace is what really caught her eye.
It was a picture of a bride and groom. The groom was Sam. The bride was Y/N. Her eyes widened. "This is a dream," she thought to herself, "it has to be,". So she pinched herself. Hard. "Son of a" she was cut off by two loud, little giggles from the other room. She slowly walked into what was a spacious kitchen to spot two little figures sitting at a table eating breakfast. One a girl with long chestnut colored hair like Sam's and a little boy with hair that matched Y/N's.
"Morning mommy!" They both greeted as they spotted her.
"Did they just call me mommy?" She asked herself. She was so lost in that thought she didn't notice Sam.
"Morning honey," he greeted as he cupped her face and gave her a soft kiss causing her eyes to widen. "I made waffles," he told her.
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Alternative Combat
Pairing: Samandriel x reader
Word count: 1,359
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Sam and Dean were used to dealing with ghosts by now. They were on a routine case, but they brought Samandriel along at Castiel’s request. The sweet angel was getting used to being away from Heaven slowly but surely and needed some guidance, so the brothers and Castiel had been training him to hunt and teaching him about the human world. They armed him with an iron pole, but didn’t trust him with a gun quite yet. The last thing anyone needed on a case was to get shot in the foot by an inexperienced angel.
That was why when the trio arrived at the broken down abandoned bar, Sam stayed with Samandriel while Dean went off on his own. The young angel was careful to stay quiet as he followed behind the tall Winchester. He was so focused in fact, that he nearly tripped over himself jumping backwards when someone came out of the shadows with a baseball bat.
“Woah! Hey! What are you doing?” Sam stuck his arm out across his companion to shield him from the threatening figure.
“Sam? Sam Winchester?” You dropped your bat to your side and smiled in the dim light. “Where have you been! And where’s that snarky brother of yours?”
“Y/N. Hey. Dean’s around here somewhere. We’ve been a bit busy recently, especially with our new friend here.” Sam gave you a quick hug in greeting and gestured to Samandriel. “This is Samandriel; he’s an angel. Samandriel, this is Y/N. She’s a hunter friend of ours; we go way back.”
You grinned at the angel and he couldn’t help but smile back. You wore a general hunter’s outfit; flannel, jeans, dirty boots. But he thought you looked stunning. And your smile was his new favorite thing about Earth.
“Yeah, I’ve been saving your sorry butts for years now. It’s nice to meet you Samandriel.” You turned back to Sam as you all started walking down the hall. “How did you guys hear about this case? I got a call from Garth two days ago and he didn’t say you’d be here.”
“We’ve been looking for some simpler cases to get Samandriel here into the hunting life. He had some unfortunate run-ins with Crowley and his demons, so we’re helping out as best we can.”
“That’s rough.” You glanced back to the angel again so he knew your words were directed at him. “I’m sorry that happened. Demons are always a nightmare to deal with. How are you liking hunting so far?”
“It’s alright. Sam and Dean have been very helpful, but I still have a long way to go. I haven’t even gotten a gun yet.”
“Well, guns aren’t always the way to go.” You swung your bat around as you walked backwards to face him.
Sam looked down at it for a moment, then chuckled and grabbed it from you. You looked over your shoulder to make sure you wouldn’t hit a wall while Samandriel fiddled with his pipe and watched the interaction.
“Y/N, is this salt on your bat?”
“It is indeed, my dear friend. I took an iron baseball bat and covered it in salt. It should keep the ghosts away twice as well and I don’t have to worry about passing civilians getting scared by gunshots. Brilliant, isn’t it?” Your proud smile was wiped off your face when you tripped and nearly fell over.
Samandriel caught you just in time. You chuckled and thanked him as you got back to your feet and looked at Sam again.
“I’m gonna be honest, it seems like a kind of stupid idea, but go for it. We’ll see how well it works tonight.”
“I guess we will.” You grabbed your bat back, turned forward, and stalked off.
“Is she upset, or is that sarcasm again?”
“Sarcasm. It usually is with her.” Sam had a fond smile on his face as he walked off after you. Samandriel followed.
Ten minutes later, Sam had separated from you to search a few more rooms. You gladly made quiet conversation with Samandriel as you practiced swinging your weapons together. You gave him some advice on how to keep a good grip on his pipe without dropping it or letting someone wrestle it away from him. He really enjoyed your company.
Then you heard a gunshot and the ghost appeared in front of you. It took a swing at Samandriel, which surprised him. You yelled for him to duck and swung at the ghost with your bat. Another one appeared behind you, so you whirled around and hit that one too. Samandriel rolled away and got to his feet with his pipe. Together, you fought off the ghosts and kept their attention on you so the Winchesters could find and burn the bones.
It took five minutes for the ghosts to finally disappear. You were tired and worn out now, but you had a wide smile on your face.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Sam said that gluing salt to a baseball bat to fight ghosts was a stupid idea, but who’s laughing now?” You let out a triumphant laugh to prove your point.
You tossed your bat on the floor and checked Samandriel for any injuries, smiling with relief when you found none. You thanked him for his help and you made your way outside together to meet up with the Winchesters.
“You did good, Feathers. The boys have been teaching you well.”
He didn’t usually like when people called him Feathers. Castiel had mentioned being called the nickname before, which he didn’t seem to appreciate, and the little angel had developed his own distaste for it too. But for some reason, when you said it, he couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t stop smiling even when you met up with the boys outside. He could tell the Winchesters noticed his smile and he was sure he’d be in for plenty of teasing later.
“Thanks for the assist, boys. I always appreciate the help, though, with my salt bat, I had it handled pretty well anyway.”
“That thing worked? Well, good for you.” At Dean’s look of confusion, Sam waved it off with a look that said ‘I’ll tell you later’.
“I’ll be on my way now. Drive safe boys, and take good care of Feathers. I want to see a fully trained hunter angel next time we meet up.” You smiled, waved, and turned to leave.
As you got closer to your car, you turned around and tossed your salt bat to Samandriel. He was, luckily, able to catch it. Sam and Dean moved to get in the car while he looked at you for an explanation.
“Prove Sam wrong for me, Feathers. I can always make another one of those.”
You finally got into your car then, immediately blasting music on your radio and waving one last time as you drove off. Samandriel got into the backseat of the Impala with the bat resting on his lap.
“So… Y/N gave you her bat, huh?” Dean gave the angel a knowing look over his shoulder.
“She said I should use it to prove to Sam that guns aren’t always the best weapon.”
“Alternative combat. Nice. Just be careful with Y/N. She’s tough, but-”
“She’s great, and there’s a lot about hunting you can learn from her. We’re glad you guys got along tonight. Maybe we can go on another hunt with her soon.” Sam didn’t want his brother putting stupid ideas in Samandriel’s head. The angel had lost enough innocence already.
“I hope so. She said I should be well-trained by then though, so it might not be too soon.”
Dean turned his radio on after that, letting another rock band tape deafen him. Sam focused on watching the passing trees and bushes before settling in to sleep. Samandriel sat with the bat on his lap, slowly trailing his finger along the patterns on the bat created by the salt that had fallen off. He liked your ‘alternative combat’ as Dean phrased it. If he wanted to see you again, he’d really have to learn more about hunting; fast.
Let Him Go
Samandriel x Fem!Reader
“Crowley, let him go.” You demand, walking through the glass windows of the factory.
“I’m sorry who’re you?” Crowley asks, pulling his hand away from one of the spikes drilled into Samandriel’s head.
“Like her?” Dean asks, “a mutant with some... special skills and some spell knowledge.”
“A mutant?” Crowley asks, leaning back against the table that is littered with torture objects, “and what are her special skills?”
Some creepy doctor pushes a screw deeper into the angel’s head and in an instant glass shatters around, multiple sharp pieces going into the doctor’s back.
“Interesting,” Crowley smiles, letting the doctor drop to the floor, “how did you kill a demon with simply glass?”
“Let Samandriel go and I’ll tell you.” You say, stepping towards Crowley.
“Nice try.” Crowley says, smashing his fist into one of the screws in Samandriel’s head.
You and Samandriel scream in sync and you scratch Crowley with a couple shards of glass before he zaps out. Demons rush after Dean and Sam while you run to Samandriel, stopping in front of him and pulling the screws out of his head.
Cas starts helping you pull the screws out and once you both are done he zaps you three out of the factory and back to the Impala.
“You cannot take me back to Heaven,” Samandrial says urgently, “I told Crowley secrets that not even we know.”
“What secrets?” Cas asks.
“Like Naomi, and the angel tablet.”
“Who’s Naomi?” You and Cas ask together, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
“Who’s Naomi? We’re being controlled Castiel, I’ve been under her influence too but you have to fight it.” Samandriel says, leaning against you for support.
Cas’ face goes blank for a couple seconds and you wave your hand in front of him,
“Cas, you still with us?"
Cas silently looks over at you and Samandriel. Suddenly he lunges at Samandriel with his angel blade. You push Samandriel backwards, shattering the glass of the Impala and forming a shield of glass in front of you and Samandriel.
The glass solidifies around the middle of the angel blade, stopping Cas from moving it any further. Your wide eyes stare into his focused ones and something tells you that this is not Castiel.
“Cas what the hell are you doing?!?” Dean shouts, him and Sam running towards you three.
Cas’ eyes clear and he looks up at Dean. You take this distraction and swing the blade away from Castiel, glass shattering once it hits the ground.
“It’s not his fault, it’s Naomi.” Samandriel gasps out, hunching over in pain.
Before Cas can react Dean grabs his arm and makes him look over,
“Cas what’s going on?”
“Dean,” Cas whispers, “I don’t know.”
In a second Cas is gone. You, Dean, and Sam look around but there’s no sight of him. Samandriel falls against you, breathing deeply.
“We need to go somewhere where Cas can’t find us.” You say, shuffling Samandriel around so you can hold him better.
Before Dean says anything Sam intercepts, “Dean she’s right, we don’t know what’s wrong with Cas right now but we can talk about it when we’re safe.”
Dean nods, sighing before looking over at Samandriel, “do you think you could zap Y/n and yourself somewhere?”
“I think so,” Samandriel says, standing a little taller, “but I’d need to see the place.”
Dean places Samandriels fingers on his forehead and thinks of a place, there’s a sudden wooshing sound and then you and Samandriel are inside, somewhere with lots of sigils already painted.
Dean sends you a quick text, ‘Me and Sammy are gonna meet you there, take care of Samandriel.’
“Okay Samandriel, um- how about you sit on the couch for a second.” You say, guiding him to the couch. He sits heavily, sinking into the couch.
You sit next to him, thinking for a couple seconds about the next move. You look over and see the blood caked to multiple parts of his body, a shower would probably do him good, as well as a change of clothes.
“Do you think you could take a shower?” You ask, situating yourself so that you’re fully facing Samandriel.
“I don’t need a shower.” He mumbles, lifting his fingers up so he can snap himself clean.
“Okay but,” you say, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his so he can’t snap, “Castiel had to take a shower when he first came back from Purgatory. You really shouldn’t overexert yourself.”
Samandriel nods in understanding, following you when you get up and lead him into the bathroom. You adjust the shower so the water is warm and when you turn back around Samandriel is already undressing.
“Okay hold on!” You exclaim, stopping his hands from going to his pants, “there are towels and everything you need in here so just wait until I’m out before you take your pants off.”
You let go of his hands and hurry out of the room, closing the door behind you. Taking a breath you sit back on the couch, rubbing your hands over your face you realize you didn’t give him any clothes.
“Okay Samandriel,” you call into the bathroom, “here are some clothes.”
You close your eyes and put the clothes where you think the counter is then quickly retreat back onto the couch. You open your eyes when you hear Samandriel yelp and then the shower turns off.
He comes out soon after in the clothes you gave him, his hair still wet. You pause for a couple seconds, admiring how adorable he looks in the plaid that you stole from, you think, Dean’s duffle.
“The water got very cold.” Samandriel mumbles.
“Yes, it does that when you’ve been in the shower for a long time,” you say, grabbing an extra towel, “let’s get your hair dry.”
Samandriel quietly sits back on the couch, back turned for you, waiting for you to dry his hair.
“Oh, um - okay.” You whisper, expecting him to dry his own hair. But instead you grab the towel and rub it gently over the angel’s hair until it’s almost dry.
“Thank you.” Samandriel says, lifting his hand up and feeling the softness of his hair.
“Would you like me to brush it?” You ask, wanting to feel how soft his hair actually is.
“Hmm, yes please.” Samandriel decides, turning back so that his back faces you again.
You hesitate for a couple seconds before asking, “Do you want to lay back more?”
Samandriel mumbles a ‘sure’ then leans back, resting his head in your lap and looking up at you with a smile. You feel yourself blush, not believing that you actually asked Samandriel if he could put his head on your lap and let you play with his hair, even if those weren’t the exact words.
Sighing to regain your composure you slowly start carding your fingers through his hair and you can’t believe how actually soft it is. You twirl a piece of hair between your fingers and Samandriel sighs, relaxing further into your lap and the couch.
You check the wounds on his face and are pleased to see that they’re already healing up. Samandriel cleaned them during his shower and you’re happy to see them without infection.
Samandriel’s eyes flutter closed as you continue to play with his hair and soon your eyes follow. You remain in a hazy half-sleep until Dean and Sam show up.
“He sleeping?” Dean asks, gesturing to Samandriel who still has his eyes closed.
“Angels do not sleep.” Samandriel replies, getting up and stretching. You follow his lead, stretching your arms out and then your legs.
Sam and Dean get to work on painting sigels that will hide the house from the angels, they decide against sigils that keep the angels away because of Samandriel.
“We picked up some food.” Sam says, gesturing to the bags that were sitting on the table. You rush over, grabbing some food from inside the bag before sitting down at the table.
“Thank you.” You sigh before beginning to eat the food. Samandriel watches in silence and when you offer him some of your food he shakes his head with a smile.
“I see Alfie here is all cleaned up,” Dean says before looking over at your dry hair, “and you two didn’t take a shower together.”
You slap Dean’s arm, “Of course we didn’t take a shower together.”
Dean just raises his hands before continuing to chow down on his burger. You four sit in silence as three of you eat.
“Okay so sleeping arrangements,” Dean starts, “there’s two bedrooms here, so you can share with one of us or sleep on the couch.”
Dean wiggles his eyebrows and you flick him on the forehead before responding, “I think I’ll take the couch, thanks.”
Sam laughs as Dean grumbles but goes and grabs a beer before retreating into his room. Sam follows-suit, saying goodnight and then closing the door to his room.
You yawn as you go brush your teeth then flop onto the couch, shivering from the slight chill in the air. Suddenly your body is encased in warmth and when you look up you see Samandriel standing above you and a blanket now resting on you.
“Thanks.” You mumble, looking up at him with a smile.
“Do you want me to... brush your hair.” Samandriel offers, his cheeks tinting pink.
“Uh yeah, sure, if you want to.” You say, sitting up so that Samandriel could sit beside you. When he makes himself comfortable he gently guides you back down into a sleeping position.
You situate yourself and then relax, letting Samandriel play with your hair. He copies simililar movements to the ones you used and slowly you’re falling more into sleep.
“I will watch over you.” Samandriel whispers as he watches your eyes close. You mumble a soft ‘thanks’ before dozing off, feeling safe in Samandriel’s presence.
Samandriel (Alfie) #1
“What are you doing?” A girl asked the dark hiding her in the shadows. Turning to face the voice Sam pulled out the angel blade as Dean continued spraying black crossed over the Sigil Crowley had placed all around the building. To Sam’s surprise there stood a teenage girl all in black, she looked innocent despite her surroundings. “Are you here to save Samandriel?” The girl asked again. “Alfie” she corrected herself, wincing at the screams that ricocheted off the rusty halls. “Yes do you know where he is?!” The taller male of the pair asked. Shaking her head, Y/N sighed, tears filling her y/e/c orbs, her gaze settling on her shoes instead to keep the tears at bay. “My father won’t let me see him.”
Pulling a face Dean turned to the youngster “ok cut it with bullcrap acting.” Fiddling with her lace sleeve Y/N suddenly looked up her black eyes flashing “it's not acting! I love him.” Holding his hands up in surrender Dean rolled his eyes. “And if you're going to save him I’m coming!” Y/N insisted brushing a lock of y/h/c hair out of her eyes. “Alright Juliet.” Dean huffed annoyance clear on his features.
Imagine Samandriel waking you up with Sparrows.
Samandriel didn’t join you on your hunts because he abhored the violence of them. He’d offer you his healing powers when you returned after the battle, and would step in if he felt that you were getting too wounded. But he helped in other ways, such as holding you all night despite having no need for sleep, and fighting off the nightmares that always followed bloody nights.
It was the dead of winter in this small town. You’d been fighting vampires who didn’t seem to care if it was cold and desolate or not. In fact, they were much more likely to be invited into places because of that. Small-town people liked to take care of one another, and not leave each other in the cold. So it was a hard hunt, but you managed. And during your little comforting session with your angel boyfriend, you let spill that you missed the Spring. You missed the birds, the buds, the smell, the sunshine.
He could help with one of those things, at least.
In the morning, you woke up to the sound of birdsong. Thinking that Samandriel had left the television on, you ignored it, until you felt something bouncing around on your back. It was much too small to be Samandriel’s hand, so your mind went into thinking something bad: bugs.
You reached behind you to swat whatever it was, but rather than hit a centipede like you thought, your hand stopped on feathers. “What’s on my back?” You asked your boyfriend wide-eyed.
“You missed the birds so... I brought them here. Look.”
You slowly turned around, the sparrow on your back taking fight, and saw that the room was filled with different colored birds. As you sat up slowly, a cardinal flew over and landed on your shoulder. You were shocked, to say the least. “I - I feel like a Disney Princess.”
“You look like one too,” Samandriel smiled.
Samandriel x Reader: Wish
*
Crowley's torture had corrupted his Grace.
He had forced himself to deny the knowledge for as long as he could, but it had grown impossible for him to ignore the silence of his brothers and sisters, impossible to ignore a constant hunger and fatigue that haunted his Vessel.
He had been picking wild strawberries along the road when you had first met, his gratitude to the plants and the sun bemusing you as you offered him a ride.
He had appraised you, wary at his inability to see the complexities of your soul, distrusting of his own dulled senses.
"I have nowhere to go."
You had swiftly helped him remedy that simple truth, offering him shelter, sustenance, support, and restored his sense of being.
For months, he had been blind, disinterested in everything save his own survival.
But from the breach, you brought him back.
His story slipped out in small pieces, uncertainty and lingering suspicions stopping him from fully confiding in you. He revealed enough of the facts to you:
He had been broken. He longed for home. He still had no clear path before him.
You seemed to sense there was more to his past than he was revealing, a detached pensiveness hanging about your eyes whenever he slipped into melancholy. It had become far rarer than when you had first welcomed him, but there were still days when his wings ached, when he would nearly strain himself trying to hear any chatter from his brothers and sisters.
One such night, he slipped away without a note, spreading his wings into their full glory, racing the sinking sunlight to the edges of the horizon. It was a joy to be free, to feel the familiar caress of the wind fumbling through his feathers, sensation as near to Paradise as he could dare allow himself to reach.
He did not return to you for several days, seeking clifftops and crevices and canopies and caverns for more meaning to it all, for some semblance of the attachment some of the others had found to this rock.
Earth was one of his Father's most beautiful creations, from the simmering core to the blazing skies, but it was not Heaven.
It was not Paradise.
It could never be Paradise.
Upon his return home- for what else could he call the sanctuary and comforts you provided him?- he slipped past you unnoticed, regret for his departure fueling an anxious hum in his Grace that longed to avoid you, at least until the next sunrise.
As he entered his bedroom, he was surprised to see a shift in the light, the hint of an unfamiliar pattern above him. Curious, he turned to study the curves, the little sparks of light. With more focus, he was surprised to see the impression of clouds upon his ceiling, spreading across each of the four walls, tinged in blush and periwinkle and amber. The little sparks of light were cast by several strands of fairy lights, spread high in the rafters, now painted darker and darker till they were near perfect mimicry of the night sky outside.
Several plants had been placed in the room, small marble figurines gracing each arrangement.
He breathed out your name with a fond sigh, gratitude overwhelming his sensibilities.
It was imperfect, far from a masterpiece. It lacked the elegance embellished into Sistine, the palette far from the opulence of Nasir Al-Molk. Yet it had a shimmering majesty to it, crafted with your love and devotion.
It was humbling, knowing you regarded him with such esteem despite all of the trouble his presence had brought to you.
Your patience, your kindness, your compassion-
It was a shocking clarity, resonating through the remnants of his shattered Grace, that his wish had already been answered, that desperate prayer for peace issued in the throws of red-tinged madness.
He may never see Heaven again, not for some millennia, but you gave him something far superior.
You had given him a family.
*
When they show their wings: Samandriel
For once, there was silence in the bunker. The two Winchester went after a case and you hadn't heard from Castiel for quite a while.
You agreed with Dean and Sam to stay here and take care of Samandriel. The brothers didn't protest. The last hunt you just finished was a close call and you really needed some rest, even if they didn't outright said this. They instead just told you to look after the angel, but especially yourself while they were on road.
