#balthazar x reader scenario

[undiscovered-horizon]

Imagine being an archeologist and helping Balthazar steal Heavenly weapons. As time goes by, the two of you begin to feel something for each other.

"Tyrfing, the quernbiter of Svafrlami." You handed Balthazar the weapon. Seeing the deep cleavage of his shirt, you swiftly averted your gaze. Not that he didn't notice...

The angel studied the sword, turning it in his hands and dragging his fingers along the old, worn-down leather sheath in which it was kept. His hand gripped the hilt of the sword but before he could pull it out and marvel at its craftsmanship, you grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"You might not want to pull it out unless absolutely necessary," you said before hesitantly letting him go. "But I get the temptation, I hear it was made a real beauty."

Balthazar gave you a funny, maybe flirtatious, look.

"Are we still talking about the sword?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

"Would you prefer to talk about the sheath?" You gave him a cocky grin.

Author's note: I know Tyrfing is not a Biblical weapon but we can go out on a limb and assume any supernatural weapon would be of Balthazar's interest.

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[qeterqujll]

blame (angels p.2); you have to live with the weight of a child’s death on your shoulders, but the angels are there to carry some of the weight for you

characters: castiel x reader, balthazar x reader, lucifer x reader, gabriel x reader, dean winchester, sam winchester

warnings: hella angst, fluff if you squint, murder/suicide (demon murder), cursing, self-hate, this does have a suicide in the beginning

You can still see her face so clearly, even after it had been a day since you’d finished the case. Her eyes had pleaded with you to save her, but the demon was in control of her body as it walked her to the edge of the building. It gave up control of her emotions in a cruel attempt at distracting you, showing you the fear in her eyes. It made you listen to her screams as you raced to get to her, all the while knowing that you would never be there in time.

“Help me!” 

The girl cried for her mother as you ran towards her, eyes staring you down, knowing all too well that you wouldn’t be able to get to her in time. She was fighting the demon hard, but you both knew she wouldn’t be strong enough. And neither would you, not this time. You barely missed grabbing her hand before the demon took control back, a smirk replacing the defeated expression on the girl’s tear-streaked face. 

And then she jumped. 

You watched it happen in slow motion, the demon giving up control once again so you could see her face as she fell, hear her screams before she hit the ground and went limp. You breathed out a choked sob as you watched the demon take control back, standing and staring up at you triumphantly as if to say you can’t save everyone. 

When you killed the demon, it was still inside the girl’s body. You’d stabbed the girl in the heart, oblivious to the audience you had until you heard her mother’s screams behind you. Until you felt her father grip your shirt and practically throw you to the side, your head hitting the floor harshly as you listened to them cry for their daughter. 

She was already dead, you wanted to tell them, as if it would make a difference. As if it would do anything to ease the guilt threatening to consume you, it was the demon. 

Her mother slapped you after gathering herself, screaming at you for killing her daughter, for taking her baby away after promising that you’d be able to save her. You listened to what she had to say, and your silence after she finished earned you another slap before the couple promptly asked you to leave and never show your face to them again. 

Explaining anything would have been pointless. Their daughter was dead either way, and getting rid of the demon was the only other thing you could have done for them. 

The last thing you want to do is arrive back at the Bunker. You know that Sam and Dean will tell you there was nothing you could’ve done and that you didn’t have a choice. That the girl was already dead. 

They would have been able to save her. They would have done more. 

“Y/N?” 

You hadn’t even realized you’d walked into the Bunker until Sam is standing in front of you, taking your face between his hands to inspect the bruises the girl’s mother left before meeting your gaze, the concern in his eyes almost as obvious as the pain in yours. 

“What happened?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Don’t–”

“I said nothing, Sam,” you push his hands away, moving past Dean before he can stop you and taking the stairs three at a time, slamming your door shut to make it as clear as possible that you need time to yourself. 

You stand at the door, back against the wood as you attempt to clear your mind. But one memory of her face staring at you, pleading with you, and you break. You sink down to the floor with a choked sob, covering your mouth and burying your head between your knees. 

“You killed her! You killed my baby girl!”

“Darling?” 

You recognize the voice and bury your head further between your knees, not flinching when you feel a presence in front of you and a hand stroking the top of your head. 

“The Winchesters prayed to us. They wanted to see if we could talk to you.” 

You glance up at Balthazar and his eyes soften at the sight of you. You’re sure you’re a mess, but you can’t find it in you to care. Every time you so much as close your eyes, all you can see is her mother’s face as she blamed you for the death of her daughter and the anger in her father’s eyes as he watched you stab his little girl in the heart. 

You see the face of the girl as she wondered if this was the last thing she would ever see. The face of the person who couldn’t save her.

A fresh wave of grief and guilt washes over you and Balthazar seems to notice this as he stands, taking your hands and lifting you up with him, leading you to the bed where the other three angels are standing. 

“I won't read your mind, darling,” Balthazar sits first, then pulls you down next to him, draping his arm around you and pulling you into his side, “but you have to talk to us.” 

“I can’t.”

The words are choked and you can barely contain another sob after opening your mouth, but Balthazar notices how distressed you are even after just those two words and he wraps his arms around you, pressing two fingers against your neck to turn your face into his chest.

“I couldn’t,” you gasp, struggling to get any coherent words out through your sobs, but Balthazar just squeezes you tighter and Castiel tells you to take your time, “I couldn’t save her.” 

It takes you another moment to compose yourself but you finally feel your breathing begin to even out. You let go of the death grip you had on Balthazar’s coat and sit up, wiping your eyes and letting out a humorless laugh that makes you feel no better then you’ve felt since you got back. 

“I was working a case without the boys. Possession. The demon possessed a girl, maybe seven or eight years old.”

You take a deep breath, images of the girl’s face, of the fear in her eyes as she stares at you playing in your mind. 

“The demon took her to the edge of a building and it...” you take in a shaky breath, “it showed me her face just before it jumped and– and it took her body back to her house and I had no choice but to kill it. The girl was already dead but her parents...her parents didn’t know that. I didn’t know they were there and they watched me stab their daughter. Right in the heart.” 

There’s a beat of silence and you will yourself to refrain from looking at any of the angels, unsure of whether you’ll see pity or dissapointment in their eyes. You don’t think you’d be able to handle seeing either. 

“Y/N,” Castiel approaches you, putting two fingers to your forehead to heal the bruises on your face, “there was nothing you could have done to save her. And you were able to kill the demon before it could kill any others.” 

“You should’ve seen them, Castiel,” you shake your head, “their faces when I killed her–” 

“But you did not kill her, Y/N.” 

“Does it matter?” you cry, standing and crossing your arms over your chest as if it will protect your heart from anymore grief. You turn and briefly see Lucifer and Gabriel glaring at Castiel for his blunt statements, but the tears in your eyes blur your vision enough for you to be unsure of what you’re looking at. 

“I don’t deserve your pity or your comfort,” you shake your head, lips pressed in a tight line, “I was responsible for that girl and I failed.” 

You’re caught off guard when Gabriel stands and wraps you in his arms, pulling you tight against him. You take a deep breath against his hair tickling your nose and practically go limp in his arms, letting him hold you up and take some of the weight off of your shoulders. 

“You deserve the world, cupcake,” he whispers, “nothing could have been done. No one could have stopped that demon, not you or Sam or Dean–” 

“You could’ve. You could’ve stopped her.” 

“Maybe,” Lucifer says from his spot leaning against your dresser, arms crossed over his chest. You meet his eyes from over Gabriel’s shoulder and you can something in them, an emotion that you rarely see in Lucifer on full display now, when you all seem to be in your most vulnerable state, “but it doesn’t matter. You did all you could.” 

You know they’re right. You’ve played it over and over in your head and not once did you find a scenario where the girl lived. If you’d run to her faster, gotten there quicker, the demon would’ve just jumped a second earlier. It timed the jump perfectly, knowing that you would reach the girl just a second too late. 

“Darling, we know that you’re killing yourself over this,” Balthazar says from the bed, “and we understand why. This is the worst part of hunting, but it should not be on your shoulders. It was out of your control.” 

“And if you ever need us, just pray. We’ll be there.” 

The next morning, Sam and Dean come to check on you in your room and are greeted with the sight of you asleep in the arms of the devil himself while Gabe lays on your other side flipping through channels as he and Lucifer argue about what they should watch. At your desk, Castiel is trying to read one of your lore books as Balthazar relentlessly attempts to distract him. Dean raises an eyebrow at the scene, tapping softly on the door to get their attention. Cas looks up to greet the brothers while the others continue on with what they had been doing, unfazed by their presence.

“So is this gonna be a thing now?” 

“Dean,” Gabriel pauses mid-argument with Lucifer, who takes the opportunity to steal the remote away from his brother, “could you please ask your brother to close his mouth before he starts drooling.” 

Dean just shakes his head and shoves Sam out the door, closing the door behind him. He might not love the idea of you being close with angels who have betrayed them more times then he can count, but he knows he’ll have to deal with it. It’s not like he could take on four angels and one very angry hunter at once. 

[team-free-winchester]

Am I Dreaming? Chapter 7~ Castiel

Summary: After Castiel leaves y/n unsure of where they stand relationship wise. He returns with the Winchesters and interesting news on your stay in their world.

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Warnings: angst

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I sat in shock staring at the spot where Castiel was standing minutes ago. One minute we're discussing feelings and the next minute he's gone, mid sentence he just poofed away. All I knew on his end was that it was out of one of my three scenarios I thought up and as I kept replaying them over in my head my heart kept sinking, two out of three weren't good and my odds weren't either. I don't really know how long they were gone but I never moved from my spot hoping that maybe I was dreaming or something, hoping that this wasn't really happening as the lump formed in my throat as I fought back the tears welling up in my eyes.

After a many deep breaths and a few stray tears I found myself regaining composure, ‘and apparently just in time for the guys to return’ I think to myself when I hear heavy footsteps heading towards my room. Wiping my face and meeting them at the door I greet them with a smile, “how was the hunt boys?”

“We found the reason you're here, we caught the son of a bitch,” Dean says completely ignoring my question.

“Cas is handling it, then when he comes back he will sent you home,” Sam adds resting a hand on my shoulder.

My heart drops as the final words slip out his mouth and my body tenses. They have been keeping me out to find a way to ship me off, they don't want me here yet this whole time I thought I was them becoming like part of the family. I nod stiffly and turn away from them causing Sam's hand to fall of my shoulder, without saying another word I plop onto my bed once more and press play on the movie I had picked earlier that day but never watched.

Both boys stared at me in shock before shutting the door and retreating down the hall somewhere. Once I couldn't hear their footsteps anymore I let tears fall silently as I choked back my sobs. This was the closest thing I felt to a real home and they didn't want me here. I silently cried throughout the whole movie I had on before finally deciding what I was going to do as I calmed myself for the second time that day.

Standing I strolled over to the desk retrieving the book that Castiel had gotten for me once he learned I liked to write and my favorite pen before sitting back in my bed. Settling into my spot once again I open to the nearest blank page and take a deep breath preparing for what I'm about to write and then setting my pen to the paper and beginning to write what I have to.

As in lost in what I'm writing I don't hear Castiel flutter in until he speaks causing me to jump nearly messing up my writing, “y/n..”

Closing the book I look up at him and take a deep breath, “I don't want to know which of the three options it is Castiel, I don't want to talk about that anymore it doesn't matter I'm leaving since you're here now to send me back to my universe.”

I don't look at him after I say that, I can't because I know I won't make it look believable. After a few minutes I hear  him shuffle heading towards my bedroom door, “Meet us in the dining room when you are ready,” he says before he leaves the room closing the door a little harder than needed.

Taking another deep breath I open the book again looking at the page I was working on briefly before I decided how to continue what I was writing. Now that Castiel was here I had to be fast with this, of I took to long the boys would realize something is wrong. After ten more minutes I finish off the page I am writing and I close the book and head towards the library where I am assuming they will be waiting for me.

When I reach the doorway I find the room empty, so I decide to place the book on the table with a sticky note that says ‘read me’ before I set off to find them. After I couldn't find them anywhere I decided to head to the kitchen knowing I can probably find Dean there. I head towards the kitchen quietly, as I near the entryway I hear all three of them talking.

“What are you trying to say Cas?” Sam asks hesitantly.

“If I'm thinking right he's warning us before he makes a dumbass decision,” Dean barks out and I can hear his bitch face from where I stand.  

“All I am saying is y/n was sent here for more than just the simple fact that she was in danger, that creature was after her for more reason than just to kill her. If we don't send her back now then she could be in worse danger Dean, she is supposed to be the mother of a nephilim,” Castiel sighs before adding “if she bares a child there is a high chance she could die in birth and if she survived she would be a target.”

“She already is a target just being in our presence Cas,” Dean begins to say.

I took this as my chance to make my presence known to all three of them, deciding to stop the tension from forming in the room over me. As I step into the doorway I look between them and I see I'm already too late by the way all three of them are looking at each other.

“Did I miss something?” I ask acting as though I didn't hear what they were just saying as I walked over to them.

All three shook their heads at me and Sam cleared his throat as Castiel began adding some more ingredients into the bowl he had on the counter “No, we uh were just talking about how it might be for you being back home after so long.”

Just as Sam finishes up his lie Cas speaks, “It's done,” he says causing me to nod and hug both Winchesters as he begins to draw out the same symbol I seen Balthazar draw in the French Mistake on one of the closet doors near the kitchen.

After saying goodbye to both the boys I walk over to the door and stop beside Castiel staring at him for a moment before I wrapped him in a hug one last time. When I pull away I look back at all three of them before I walk through the door and into the dark room. After waiting for a few minutes I open the door again and walk out only to be met with my kitchen in the apartment I haven't been in in so long.

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The Sons of Hell PT.2

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Benny Lafitte, John Winchester, (mentioned ) Mary Winchester, Crowley McLeod, Lucifer, Balthazar, Gabriel, Lisa, Rowena, Ellen Harvelle Cain, Ruby (2.0), Meg (2.0),(mentioned)  Jess (characters might be added later on)

Warnings: Mature content, language, use and talk of drugs and Alcohol, weapons, violence, death, lying, plotting?, POV changing   (I WILL be updating warnings as much as I can)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually)  

Summary: Winchester, a name that strikes fear to any who hear it. The Winchesters ran one of the most feared gang in all of New York, The Sons of hell but as every gang must have they of course have enemies, Hell’s Demons being the top one. John Winchester was the boss of Sons of Hell he is ruthless and crude and he wants the next boss of the Son’s just like him and the next boss just so happens to be his eldest son Dean Winchester, A womanizing, badass guy and gorgeous man but he was also rude and sarcastic with so many walls around his heart but will someone from the other side break them? or will they get caught in the crossfire?

A/N: italics means thought…………does that make sense. would anyone like to be tagged? oh and on the date I’m uploading its my birthdayyyy (07/16/17) so that’s probably why its so short because I had a plan to try to upload it BEFORE my B-day butttt as you can tell it didn’t work that way. and in the warnings (if you read them) yes you read that correctly, Shakespeare quote(s) I have decided to slip William Shakespeare in some parts because my ‘Castiel’ @fandoms-whatevers​ told me the story idea reminded her of a modern Romeo and Juliet soooo I decided to be a big nerd and Shakespeare quotes. (sorry for mistakes)  feedback please?

Deans Point Of View

Ruby pushed the girl behind her, she looked confused and scared in a way, people took notice of the little dispute, ‘’oh look its the two of the lap dogs of the ‘king’’’ I growled sarcastically my hand reaching for my gun, meg was too before be could even pull them out I heard two rushed steps behind me ‘’Dean?’’ I heard Sam, that distracted meg enough for me to pull my gun out and point it at her head. the lounge evacuated in seconds, I had that affect. Sam and Cas had their guns pointed at Ruby and Mystery girl as soon as i did. Which lead to both meg and ruby standing in front of her 

‘’Meggy want to introduce us to your new friend’’ the beautiful mystery girl peered from behind ruby but ruby noticed and pulled her back, why is she so important? ‘’Id rather gauge my eyes deanie’’ her face scowling, ‘’aw come on meg its rude not to introduce her’’ I cocked my gun, making my point. ‘’How about we all just walk away’’ Sam said from behind me, ‘’Wow, there’s an actual smart Winchester.’’ ruby sneered, ‘’good idea  Sammy’’ and as soon as the words left my mouth ruby backed towards the back exit She pushed the (H/C) girl out the door first then meg slowly backed out her gun trained on me ‘’Nice seeing you Meggie tell Crowley I said hi’’ and they were gone. Who was she?

Back at the Roadhouse 

‘’ You ran into THREE of Crowley’s Men and you DIDNT SHOOT THEM’’ Dad yelled, he punched wall, ‘’Well technically it was three girls, and I don’t think ‘Mystery Girl’ is part of their gang’’ I retorted thinking of her shy smile which made me smile ‘’I don’t care dean you had an opportunity to KILL AT LEAST TWO and I’m guessing someone very important to the demons , ugh how could you be so stupid’’ he growled. as I was about to get up and leave he spoke, ‘’you need to find out who the third girl is, Who she is, What shes doing here and why she is so important, and dean you better not fucking fail me’’ he stormed away.

I rubbed my eyes as I downed my whiskey it was at least 12 am and here I was sitting in my apartment thinking about Mystery Girl. and all of sudden my phone buzzed, I groaned as I read the text from my dad ‘We have a package that needs to be dropped off, 6th street back ally be there in 10′  I sighed grabbed my gun and jacket. Time for work.

Readers Point of View

Ruby and meg wouldn’t let me talk they whispered something to the guards and dragged me into the house and that’s when I lost it. ‘’ok I was quiet all the way here but now you need to tell me who the fuck that was and what in the hell happened’’ meg looked down avoiding my eyes. ‘’(Y/F/I), The Bo- Crow- your dad had you leave 4 years ago, do remember why?’’ I gave her a weird look and then nodded ‘’Uh yeah, He got me a spot at (C/N) to get me away, to keep me safe I think?’’ I answered trying to remember ‘’Yeah he did, he couldn’t hide you anymore’’ I gave her a weird look before the two French doors flew open my dad stepped in. his eyes were glowing with anger. ‘’Ruby, Meg, lets go have chat shall we’’ before I could question anyone one of my dads man started escorting me to my old room. I turned to try and talk to him but the door closed and clicked. locked in. in my old room that looked exactly the same. nothing has changed.

it was already 4:30 and no one had come unlocked the door, come to talk, Anything! I had enough. I got  up from my bed and went to the balcony the big tree still stood right by the balcony, the big green yard was the same, the same big pool, but way more guard’s. I looked back to the door in hopes someone would come but no. ‘’I thought I would never do this again but..’’ I changed into some leggings, a black crop top and threw on a dark grey sweatshirt. I started walking back to the balcony but the knife that sat on my old desk, the one my father gave me for my 9th birthday caught my attention. ‘’just in case’’ I hopped onto the balcony railing swinging my legs over. I stepped carefully onto the branch that was right underneath the balcony. I slowly stood up my hand out ready to grab the branch if I fell. I steadied my self and slowly stepped forward i dropped and jumped to branch to branch, I hadn’t don this  in 5 years  I 18 the last time.

i swung my legs over the lowest branch, i watched the guards walk with the dogs back and forth, i smiled as i thought about all the times i avoided them. i snapped off a twig and through it over the fence, the guards had their guns pointed in seconds I took that chance and run quickly climbing the fence and running down the road finally far enough on a main road to stop. I caught my breathe thinking, where to go. I walked along the road and finally decided to hop in a taxi. he dropped my off on 47th street so I started walking towards a club, if my dads ‘demons’ come after me being in a crowded place would help, all of this reminds me when I was a teenager.

I had made my way to the bar that was crowded by drunken teenagers, and drunken creeps but luckily I found the one of the last stools at the end of the bar. but the semi-peace I had went away in a matter of seconds, A guy with jet black hair, broad build, brown eyes and the smell alcohol radiated from him, he took the stool that was right next to me, great. I tried to look any where besides him but I felt his eyes looking me up and down I scooted on my stool when I heard him laugh ‘’I’ve never seen a girl wear a baggy sweatshirt to  a club before’’ he snickered i looked down and looked back up but only to see a leathered back and the smell of gun powder, ‘’ really? is that your way of flirting because man if that’s all you got i would leave’’ the mystery guy sounded sarcastic and menacing. i saw the guy basically fall out of his chair and run. i tried to hop off the stool before mystery guy noticed but when i looked over at the stool  to meet a pair of the most breathtaking green eyes, the same one as last night. Dean Winchester. my body froze, shiitt,, ‘’well hi there sweetheart, alone this time?’’ he smirked leaning against the bar and leans forward, I couldn’t say anything to many scenarios flooded my brain, ‘’cat got your tongue sweetheart’ ‘ he chuckled ‘’I have that affect’’

‘’y-you stalking m-me now’’ I tried to sound confident, I failed, making Dean  flash a bright cocky smile, ‘’oh darling you know you cant stop thinking about me’’ I couldn’t help but giggle. ‘’so last time we bumped into each other I don’t think you got your beer’’ I still couldn’t talk straight so I just shyly nodded which made dean flash a smile as he waved over the bartender, Y/N he had a gun pointed at your family and you, run. my brain screaming to run but for some reason I don’t feel like I was in true danger. dean handed my beer to me ‘’thank you dean’’ my voice coming back ‘’ ah you remember’’ he took a sip of his beer. ‘’yeah how could i forget the guy who flirted with me then pointed a gun at me’’ I shyly said looking down at the beer bottle in my hand. ‘’heh yeah about that, you do know who you were with right’’ his voice changed from playful sarcastic flirt to serious and menacing in seconds again I froze I looked around the very crowded club looking for some get away but was met with three of my fathers ‘ demons’ shoving people in the crowd I quickly grabbed deans wrist and pulled him off the stool and dragged him to a back corner making his back face the club.

my back was against the wall and my hands had landed on deans chest and I realized what I had just done, ‘’oh, uhm, I-I am so s-sorry I j-just their was people I mean’’ I rambled blushing madly trying to avoid his gaze. jumping when his hands landed on my waist, ‘’sweetheart you could’ve just asked to be alone with me’’ the sarcastic flirt coming back, my heart hammering in my chest. ‘’N-no I-I just, my f- the kings demons a-are looking for me’’ I whispered his grip on my waist tightened a bit, then it hit me, Dean, Dean Winchester. Winchester, as in the Son’s of hell, the gang who wanted my whole family dead. RUN. My brain screaming but my body staying against the dirty wall and deans hands on my waist. his gruff voice pulling me from my running thoughts ‘’and why would they be looking for you sweetheart ‘’ the flirtation in his voice was trying to cover the rage. He brought his forearms to lean against the wall making my head snap up to meet the brilliant green eyes, his lips inches away from mine. his phone blasting ‘thunderstruck by AC/DC’ dean dropped his head and reluctantly grabbed his phone.

‘’ Yes, Yes, he paid in full, with a little persuasion’’ he let out a  breathy chuckle but his face turned stone cold in mere seconds. ‘‘seriously, son of a bitch, ok I’m on my way’’ he ended the call and looked back at me. His father was the leader of a gang who wanted all McLeod’s and every ‘ demon’ associated with us dead, and yet when I look at dean I know I’m not as afraid as I should be and don’t get me wrong I was scared as hell but something kept telling me yes he is dangerous  but it didn’t feel like he was a threat to me. I took a deep breathe in ready to say something to him but he beat it to me.

‘’well darlin  I would leave your next run in to fate, but fates a bitch’’ his cocky smile making its way on his face making me blush again ‘’so what are you saying dee’’ him chuckling at the new nickname ‘’how about I  get you a taxi then you give me your number sweetheart’’ he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the club and onto the dim sidewalk ‘’and if I give you my number what do I get in return’’ noticing him not letting go of my hand, ‘’the privilege of telling me your name’’ I laughed ‘’that sounds like an unfair deal dee’’ I  took a small step towards him ‘’ I never said I made fair deals sweetie’’ I playfully roll my eyes, a taxi rolled up next to us dean opened the door, as I climbed in I looked to him ‘’ Y/N my names Y/N and my number is Y/#’’ I flashed a smile and the taxi drove off leaving dean behind but a smile plastered on my face.

Deans POV

as I slammed the door to my precious baby I smiled at the text Y/N sent.

Y/N (Hottie)

y/n; oh dee such a badboy

m; you haven't heard nothin yet sweetheart

y/n; mhm and when will I hear more? huh?

m; tomorrow. 9pm. central park. don't be late.

y/n; ah is this a date?

m; sweetheart dean Winchester doesn't do dates,   

smiled and walked into the ‘bunker’ (what Sammy and I called our house since he could say bunker) but when I saw my dad sitting on the couch with a happy look on his face and Charlie and Sam looking confused and scared all happiness went away. ‘’what was so urgent’’ I threw my gun on the table, ‘’fucking finally dean, we have the best news, Crowley has a weak spot’’  I cocked an eyebrow grabbed a beer and threw my feet on the table, looking to Sammy or Charlie for an explanation, ‘’dean Crowley,’’ Sammy started but was cut off by Charlie ‘’ Crowley has a daughter’’.

[bloodstained-porcelain-doll]

Living with three angels (Lucifer, Balthazar, Gabriel x Reader)

A/N: So, this is my series called “Living with three angels”. It really doesn’t have a plot, it’s just random moments I come up with when I think of my three favourite angels. I’ve had this scenario in mind for ages, what it would be like to live with them. So in this little series that Idk how long I’ll write, or how often, you’ll get a view of... well, living with three angels. Oh and it’s going to get smutty. Like I said, I don’t know when or how often I’ll update this, all I know is that at the moment I have another “chapter” written, and working on a third.

Warnings: Language, implied smut.

Your name: submit What is this? // <![CDATA[ document.getElementById("submit").addEventListener('click', myHandler); function myHandler() { var v = document.body.innerHTML; var input = document.getElementById("inputTxt").value; v = v.replace(/\by\/n\b|\(y\/n\)/ig, input); document.body.innerHTML = v; } ><p><b> <p>“Fuck!” you yelled when Gabriel suddenly landed at least half a dozen water balloons on your head. You shrieked and lunged at him, hearing how he and Balthazar laughed at your misery. “You’re going to be the death of her, Gabriel,” Lucifer scolded and you smacked Gabriel’s arm. Balthazar seemed to take offense. “Oh, please, if anyone’s gonna be the death of (Y/N) it’s gonna be me,” he said proudly, “with all my charm…” “You wish!” Gabriel chimed in, grinning widely. “Guys, get real, if anyone’s gonna be the death of me it’ll be Lucifer,” you stated. “What!? How?” Balthazar and Gabriel burst out together. “He’d accidentally choke me too hard during sex,” you said with a smirk and winked at the oldest angel. “Oh, when have I <i>ever choked you during sex?” He gave you his best bitch-please-face. “Uh, I don’t like, like… every time we’ve ever had sex… ever?” The two younger angels burst out in laughter again. Lucifer shook his head at the three of you.<p>“I’d be the first to bring her back, though!” Gabriel announced happily and dragged you into his arms. “It’s okaaaaay, I got youuuu…” he murmured while peppering your neck with kisses, dragging an irritated groan out of you. “You’re being a pester, Gabe, can you just snap me dry now and stop getting me wet all the time?” You realised what you had said, but it was too late, Balthazar was already whooing and Gabriel grinned smugly. “That’s not what you said last night,” he said in your ear. “I was with Lucifer last night, you idiot,” you shot back at him with a grin. “Eat shit, little brother!” Lucifer chimed and grabbed you from Gabriel’s arms, whisking you into his own. The second he wrapped his arms around you, your clothes, hair and skin dried immediately. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome. See, brothers, that’s how you treat a woman,” Lucifer proclaimed proudly. Gabriel blew a raspberry at him and conjured a lollipop for himself.<p>“I’m feeling left out, darling,” Balthazar said when he noticed Lucifer running his hand through your hair, while his other arm was still wrapped around your waist. “Come on in then, Balthie,” you suggested, but Lucifer backed away with you held tightly. “I’m not sharing,” he said and bit your ear, making you squeal. “Come on, don’t be possessive,” Balthazar complained. “No one likes a party-pooper, Luci!” Gabriel exclaimed. Lucifer glared at both his brothers and sucked a mark onto your neck, just above where Gabriel had marked you earlier. Then he released you, and in a second you’d been whisked away again, now smelling the woodsy scent of Balthazar, while his warm arms surrounded you. It was a nice change, going from warm, to cold, to warm again. “I’ll treat you right, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, and a laugh erupted from your throat. “My ass you will! You piss me off more than either of these flying fucks you call brothers.” You grinned. You loved living with three angels, even if it meant constant fighting, teasing, pranking and fucking.<hr><p>Tagging: <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mEyM1_ulm5BR5NEbhHGDszA">@lucifer-in-leather <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mpwTPgQZsk-Hel0S1n1yOsw">@secretlittledelights <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mI17foK0nRRHyAQ27RtWXUg">@castielspahdehrah (this is the foursome-series I’m gonna force you to beta, Danni) <a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mKfLuomkFuVqJkANZq896yQ">@wayward-mirage

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Lemon and mango" - Balthazar x Reader

Summary: Balthazar always smelled like lemon and mango. Sometime after he dies, the Winchester brothers realize why that was, when she’s the only person that can help them.

Considering he was an angel, Balthazar had his quirks and oddities, which the Winchester brothers never paid much attention to. An entity created to fight and praise God simply had to be a little difficult in conversation. However, there was one detail that Dean and Sam had both noticed, although left undiscussed: the smell. The weirdness lied mostly in the fact that it was. As much as they could tell, neither Cass, nor Gabriel, nor any other angel they had met smelled in any particular way. The exception to that rule was the man in question: Balthazar. Should it be a one-time thing, they wouldn’t think that much about it but it was a faint scent that followed him everywhere he went or, rather, appeared. The scent was gentle enough to be easily overlooked but the brothers had a keen eye, or nose in this case, to pick up the little detail. For some unknown reason, Balthazar was followed by a sweet smell of mango and lemon. At the time, they didn’t know the importance of the faint aroma and the weight its absence carried. Just as oblivious were they about his impatience and annoyance that accompanied him anytime the brothers summoned him. They could hardly be at fault: one learns the importance of fire only after their world freezes over. And this story was no different.

When he stabbed Balthazar, Castiel knew how much his angel heart is going to ache for his friend. The man wasn’t dead yet, and he was already being grieved. At the moment, Castiel’s mind was drowning in guilt, melancholy, anger and a fruity scent of lemon and mango. Even after Balthazar’s grace left this plane of existence, the refreshing smell stayed in the air of Crowley’s lab. It must have bit into his clothes quite severely. In the past, Castiel had often wondered as to what actually gnawed on Balthazar’s clothes and left the fruity smell. He was, after all, the only angel in all of heaven that smelled of something. That night, with Balthazar’s corpse at his feet, Castiel realized something so dreadful his grief was ripping his skin off his bones: Balthazar did not smell of something, he smelled of someone.

”You sure this is the right place?” Dean asked as he got out of the car. They stopped in front of a newly built block of flats in the suburbs of Atlanta. According to Bobby, it was the only place they could get Koschei’s needle. ”It hardly looks like Slavic Paganism festival.”

”New Pond Apartments, Atlanta, just like Bobby said.”

Right after they knocked on the white door, a faint voice called out to them from within the apartment:

”Coming!”

Honestly, she didn’t look like someone who would stash pagan artifacts. Her face was of a pale, grayish color, her eyes were red. She has either been ill for the last month or spent it relentlessly crying. It was honestly pathetic. Seeing the men in suits, she quickly wiped her face and quietly invited them in.

When Sam and Dead stepped into the flat, they immediately froze and gave each other a knowing look. From the very first step each of them took into the apartment, they could already smell it: lemon and mango.

”I knew you were going to come here eventually,” she called from the kitchen. The kettle whistled as the water inside it boiled. ”What can I do for you?” She asked with a smile weak enough it could break with a faint gust of wind.

A gray t-shirt hanged over the back of the sofa in the living room.

Author's note: My aunt gifted me black tea with lemon and mango for Christmas. The smell is otherworldly. Another thing was that Balthazar absolutely stole my heart.