#when an angel falls...

[bilightningwhumper]

@angstober 2024- Day 8; Growing Pains

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When an Angel Falls... (Becca's story) Masterlist --- SoaS Series Masterlist

Summary:

Excerpt for "When an Angel Falls..." (Becca's Story) Becca goes to one of her dads for help preening her wings

Notes:

Characters: Becca- Steve and Bucky's daughter Steve Rogers Mare- Bucky and Nat's daughter, Will's twin Bucky Barnes Theo (mentioned)- Becca's mate Warnings: emeto/throwing up; pstd response

Ao3 link

Word count: 1,121

Becca PoV

Her wings itched. Ruffling her feathers and stretching them out, she couldn’t quite reach the middle of her back, no matter how had she tried. She gave up, flopping on her bed. There was no way she could finish her preening without help.

Theo was at work and would probably get called for overtime again. And her siblings were at school. Except Mare, but she was still getting used to her new hands. She could try to ask one of her dads…

Sighing, she ran her fingers through her hair. She’d already put this off longer than she should have. And waiting any longer would be agonizing, with her nerves already on edge. Not to mention it’d be worse for her wings in the long run.

So she ventured into the living room to find Steve already there, reading on the couch. He looked up as soon as she came in, concern all over her face. Her scent probably reeked of distress, she realized and hunched in on herself as if that would help.

“Hey, are you alright?” he asked, putting his book down.

Becca grimaced, trying to figure out how to ask without being awkward. “I’m fine, it’s just… trying to take care of my wings on my own is almost impossible. And now…” God, what was she doing? “But it can wait until one of the others gets home. I don’t want to bother you.” she rushed out, going to turn around.

“Becca, wait.”

She did, stopping, but not turning around again, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor. This was so stupid. It’d been years since… Since then. Since her wings had first grown in. Any fears or worries should be gone. But she still trembled, wings quivering as Steve came close.

One of his hands rested on her shoulder. “Did you want me to help? Or should I get Bucky?”

Shifting from one foot to the other, she half shrugged. “You can help, if you want,” she answered quietly. “It’s just… They’re really sensitive and preening can feel really intimate to me, so anyone helping has to be really careful and I just didn’t want to be a bother.”

He pulled her into a hug, his scent enveloping her as she buried her nose in his shirt. They were close in height, which she knew but realized more now they were close. Part of her wished she’d grown up with him, back when his arms could swallow her. When she was only a child, she could have hidden from the world, safe in his arms.

Then it was over, even though he kept her close. “I’m your dad, Becca. Being here to help is in the job description.” he said with a warm smile. “We can stay out here, if you’d like. Or we can go back to your room. Your choice, kiddo.”

A smile tugged at her own lips, in spite of her still frayed nerves. “Out here works. There’s more room anyway. I’ll be right back.” She went and got her stuff from her room, coming back to see Mare had joined them.

Once her sister caught sight of the oil bottle and bin in Becca’s hands, Mare glanced from her to Steve and back, tilting her head. “Do you want me to stay?” she asked quietly, exchanging a look with Becca only they really understood.

“Please.” she answered just as quietly, shoulders relaxing.

Steve seemed confused but grateful as Mare set herself on the couch next to him while Becca sat herself on a footstool between his legs. After all, it would have been hard for Becca to explain how to help when he was where she couldn’t see.

It took a minute for her to relax enough for her wings to stop flinching away from his hands even brushing against the feathers. But she did eventually calm down and the discomfort eased as Mare’s level voice filled the silence, Steve’s steady hands following her instructions to remove the bent and damaged feathers. Even when Bucky joined them, she was still comfortable and composed.

It was when Steve started rubbing her homemade oils into her wings that her intrusive thoughts started edging into her mind. They were still enough to ignore, though, nothing that she couldn’t breathe through and center herself. The itchy feeling from the pulled feathers soothed as the oils were spread in, allowing her wings to start going limp.

Until he got too close to the middle of her back, knuckles accidentally hitting her spine where it sat between her wing joints. It wasn’t even that hard. Just a tap really. But she reacted anyway, back going ramrod straight, wings snapping shut against her back, ears ringing loudly and blocking out any sound.

Faintly, she sensed Steve lean back, concern and worry from him pinging in her radar. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t assure him she was okay. But she wasn’t okay. She couldn’t even make a sound.

Cold metal hands guided her into partially bending over, the bin with her pulled feathers put in her lap under her head.

Her stomach reacted first, expelling everything she’d managed to eat that day. Eventually the ringing noise faded next as she heaved, bile taking over. Now she could hear Mare next to her, explaining what she still couldn’t say herself. Explaining how Mariya had been the only one to preen Becca when they were raised by her. How she only did it during training or as a reward for having sex. How certain things happening during preening would bring all that back. Not in memories, but in how her body would respond. How the mind had forgotten, but the body never could. She was grateful, taking her sister’s hand gently, eyes closed as she stayed hunched over the bin.

Eventually she stopped heaving as much, so the bin was moved away. One of them coaxed her into drinking some water, though first she rinsed her mouth with it and spit it into the bin to get rid of the bad taste. Somehow she ended up curled onto the couch, Mare snuggling into her arms. One of their dads sat at her head, his lap acting as a pillow. Bucky, she thought, though her nose wasn’t working as well from being stuffed as tears leaked from her eyes. The other sat as the other end after putting a blanket over her and her sister, resting his hand on her ankle over the blanket.

Nodding off, she let out a shaky sigh, pulling Mare closer to her.

One day, she’d be okay. She hoped so, anyway. And her family would be too. They weren’t right now. But someday. Someday everything would be okay.

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[stump-not-found]

i don't think the theraprism is a good thing, guys

[biscuit-and-jam]

actually i'm not done gushing about the animation in this scene, LOOK HOW SMOOTH, HOW GOOD THE CHOREO IS!!! LIKE VISUAL BUTTER

[beastlyidiocy]

my sweet old man who is genuinely too kind for the world he lives in :(

[ultravi0lence14]

WELCOME TO THE BUNKER

dean winchester x angel!reader

1.5k | angst, enemies to lovers, szn nine

summary: waking up inside of the winchester’s bunker, you quickly start to realize that only one of the brother’s want you around their home.

WHEN ANGEL FALLS IN LOVE

“damn, she sleeps like a log.”

your mind was starting to wake up, the faint sounds of a gruff voice piercing through your veil of sleep. your eyes peeled open like worn out book pages, taking their time as you brought your hand up to shield your retina’s from the blinding lights.

how long you’d been asleep was a mystery to you. your body felt well rested, but it also felt like your bones had been dormant for years. the plush material beneath your body felt like a cloud, having you realize that the winchester’s had probably laid you to rest in a bed of sorts.

“dean!” you heard another voice exclaim softly in shock, a thud being heard from an unknown source. “she fell from heaven for christ’s sake, i’d also be asleep for a week.”

a week? was that how long you’d been asleep for? yeah, you fell from the sky at an inhuman speed, but you didn’t expect to be out for seven days.

when your eyes finally decided to peel open, a cream and industrial space was there to greet you. the winchester’s bunker is where you expected to be, but you didn’t plan on it being this nice. from this room alone, it seemed massive, and you were starting to already get overwhelmed.

it didn’t help that two large bodies loomed over you. as the clutches of sleep let go of your weak body, it didn’t allow you to realize that it was sam and dean who were hovering over you. so in a fit of fear, you leapt up in bed, shocking the brother’s to jump backwards as you scooted towards the headboard.

your eyes were widened in fear; even as your brain registered that it was sam and dean in the room with you. wether it be the aftershocks of the fall or adjusting to being awake after seven days you didn’t know, but your body couldn’t help but cower back as sam reached out towards you.

“hey, it’s okay.” sam spoke softly, coming to stand by the bedside while kneeling to be close to your frame. “we aren’t going to hurt you.”

the wide eyed fearful stare you gave sam softened as his reassurance sunk in your bones. all you could do was nod, looking from sam to his brother who didn’t share as soft as a reaction as sam did. “where am i?”your voice was soft, yet the gruffness of dean’s impending response hardened any of your feathery words that remained.

“our bunker,” his arms were crossed across his chest as he stood at the foot of your bed, looking down at you from his nose as he silently judged your presence. “in kansas. not a lot of supernatural creatures know about it, so don’t go flapping your gums and telling everyone.”

“dean!” it was like sam was conditioned to say his brothers name like that; shocked and full of distaste for how his brother was acting. “the poor girl just fell from the freakin sky, she’s probably confused. why would that be something she’d plan on doing?”

sam’s reprimanding had you shrinking back into the bed, making you realize how unwanted you were here. it wasn’t that sam didn’t want you around, it was just dean clearly didn’t want you there. if sam had to scold him so much, his animosity towards you was probably very high.

wringing your fingers together, you looked down at your bandaged hands as you attempted to pick at the skin around your fingers. “i don’t have to stay if that’s what you want, dean.” you mumbled, looking up at him as he stared you down. “i can go like cas, figure out how to live in this world alone.”

sam’s hand grasping yours had your head turning sideways, neck stiff as you tried to look him in the eyes. “no, you are welcomed here.” his words were steady, assured, like what he was saying was a fact. “we want to help you, that’s what cas wanted. so stay in bed for a little while, and when you’re ready, i’ll show you your room.”

you couldn’t help but feel a sense of something wondrous flow through your body. you weren’t too keen on emotions yet, but castiel had explained to you what some of them were and what they meant; and you were pretty sure you were feeling a sense of gratitude towards sam winchester.

he didn’t stay for much longer, briefly mentioning how he was going to find a room close to him or dean’s for you to stay in before he departed. with a blanket of silence falling over the room, you could finally take a moment to really sink into your mind and understand your emotions.

this was a new experience, and honestly, you were rightfully nervous. it was going to be hard, adjusting to having no grace and no angelic powers. you couldn’t fly, and you couldn’t heel people. you also felt a strange rumbling sensation in your stomach, and you were faintly sure that meant you were hungry.

everything was so new, and you realized that you had to figure out how you were as a person. all you’ve ever known is being an angel, how to be apart of a team and how to serve heaven. but now, you were your own person, and you could figure out whatever you wanted to be or who you were.

the world was still new to you, and you didn’t understand most of the things sam or dean talked about, but you were willing to try. you’ve been alive for millennia, yet you never truly lived.

falling was truly a blessing in disguise; because now, you could really enjoy life, and understand what it’s like to be alive.

“sam is the nice one y’know.” dean’s voice coming from the rooms entry had you jumping, eyes widening as you whipped your head to where he stood. his arms were crossed as usual, and his eyes held their usual steely gaze. he didn’t look happy, yet you weren’t surprised, for a sour expression was all he seemed to dawn around you.

visibly gulping as he descended towards you, your voice scratched against your throat as you attempted to talk to him. “i mean no harm dean, i swear.” the words came out in a croak as you attempted to plead your case, yet all dean could conjure up in response was an eye roll.

“i’m not stupid feathers,” the name didn’t come out tender, not like how cas would call you sweet pea. it came out demeaning, like he believed you to value yourself as some higher being who felt above him and his brother. “i know how you angels work, and i won’t allow you to come in here and judge me and sammy. if you thought i’d let you get away with being a bitch, then you are very wrong.”

his words made your lips quiver, eyes widening even more at his crude words. his entire life was centred around people leaving him, showing they never really cared. it wasn’t shocking that he didn’t trust you, that he would build such high walls around his emotions, that you wouldn’t even be able to get a peak inside. yet his words still left a stinging sensation on your gut, leaving a sour feeling in your chest.

“why are you so mean?” the words came out like a childish plea, a solemn whisper that had you reprimanding yourself at how dean made you feel like you were nothing. you were an angel for heaven’s sake. truly, you were above him. but you never thought like that, never believed that different species were placed in a tier.

castiel could be right sometimes. you were too sweet, a true angel. rightfully deserved of the description that people gave your kind. you believed that everyone should be treated equally. and like cas, you were too kind for your own good. so with dean standing above your rested frame, eyes cold as they stared at you, you attempted your last breath at making him see your true intentions. “you don’t even know me. i’m not like the other angels, i promise.”

all dean did was laugh, a bitter sound that scratched at your ears. “your promises mean shit to me, sweetheart. come and talk to me when you and your kind do something other than ruin me and my brothers lives.”

with that he stalked towards the door, not even letting you get a word in before he pipped in one last comment from the door. “try and stay far away from me, feathers. because if you try and piss me off, i’ll show you how mean i can really be.”

“is that a threat?” you wearily replied, trying to show some confidence as you weren’t up to be mistreated. you might be a kind person, but that doesn’t mean you were going to let people walk over you.

“no,” dean replied coolly, hand on the door frame as he was one step from being out of your sight. “that’s a promise.”

when you were finally alone, it suddenly set in that cracking dean winchester was a lost cause. he was cruel. a mean man that didn’t care about anything but what catered to him. sam was an honest and nice man, and if you would have to learn how to live by tip toeing around dean with his younger brother, then so be it.

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*sorry chat, i kinda made dean a raging bitch. but i swear!!! he will change!! we all know our man and his trust issues!!!

[the-artist-grimm]

COTLTOBER DAY 21- "Lanolin"

During that first Winter's Solstice within the cult Anthea learned that Narinder had long neglected the holiday, and with the twins' having been enchanted by stories of a longer night where gifts were exchanged and bonfires were held, hastily made a few gifts last minute.

For the boys their first proper toys-soft, stuffed kitten plushies filled with wool and weighted with dried beans to make them comfort items.

(Narinder of course got something too, while the lamb would've preferred making him warm, clean robes, the amount of wool needed would've been too much. So he got some homemade pomegranate cookies instead after the lamb read that the fruit used to be a common offering left for him)

Prompt List!

[p4nishers]

crowley, drunk off his ass: and i was yk just some fucked up soul born in cold and rain but he was my fucking sunlight or whatever

hozier, frantically writing on a napkin: HHHMMMM TELL ME MORE

[ningadudexx]

he has something wrong with him i love him a lot

[rebisrot]

I think so much about Ford's line "And isn't it suffocating?" when Dipper says he's never been away from Mabel. Side barring how insane it is to project onto a twelve yr old boy, I think it really shows how Ford's perception of his and Stan's relationship has perverted over the forty years they were apart. We know they were close at Mabel and Dipper's age. But Ford's convinced himself that it was always bad, that his brother always had poor intent for him, always held him back, because if that's wrong, if his brother really did make a mistake, then it means he doubted the brother that loved him and he loved in turn.

[autizmotbh]

skinny guys are outdated

get yourself a fat fuck

AND I STAND BY THAT

and angel dust and carmilla redesign because i can

[stompandhollar]

splat! the end <3

[bilightningwhumper]

@ailesswhumptober 2024- Day 9

Whumperless Wednesday: Hypothermia, heatstroke, “You look pretty pale.”

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When an Angel Falls... (Becca's story) Masterlist --- SoaS Series Masterlist

Summary:

Excerpt for "When an Angel Falls..." (Becca's story) Bucky meets someone... new?

Notes:

Characters: Bucky Barnes Becca- Steve and Bucky's daughter Dr Cho Steve Rogers (mentioned) Warnings: medical whump; mention of death

Ao3 link

Word count: 722

Bucky PoV

He’d been sitting on the couch for a while, absorbed in his book, when he felt someone sit down next to him. Looking over, he saw a young woman, maybe in her early twenties. Even though he could swear he’d never seen her before, there was something familiar about her. After a moment, he realized that her dirty blonde hair and the way she carried herself reminded him of Steve.

She must have felt him staring at her because she met his eyes, smiling weakly. “Hi,” she said, her voice a lot stronger than she looked. Which is when he noticed the IV bag on a rolling poll attached to her with a tube disappearing into her shirt.

Bucky nodded in response before turning back to his book. The last thing he wanted was to make another patient uncomfortable. So there they sat, quietly next to each other. Part of his attention was divided now, half on the book, the other on his new couch companion. The way she kept shivering and pulling the shawl around her shoulders closer to her chest made his omega instincts start screaming at him to do something.

“Are you cold?” he asked finally, feeling guilty at the way she jumped.

But she still smiled at him again, indicating the IV bag. “Yeah, it’s a side effect of the meds. Well, kind of. My condition is a little strange to explain.” In the hour or so they’d been sitting there, her voice had lost some of its strength and her face had a lot less color in it.

Frowning, he said, “You look pretty pale. Should I get one of the doctors?”

She started to shake her head, saying, “No, I’m f-” before she cut off, swaying and putting a hand to her head.

Before Bucky could even get up to get help, Doctor Cho was already there, syringe in hand.

“Well here you are. I went to your room, but you weren’t there.” she admonished the woman softly, injecting the IV line with the other medication. “Did you let someone know before you came over here?”

It took a moment to get a response, as the woman’s eyes were closed and she was staying as still as possible. But Dr Cho didn’t seem worried, holding her hand as she waited. Eventually, warm brown eyes opened and Bucky found he could breathe again.

“No, I thought I would be back before now.” she said, still weak but with some strength. “Sorry.”

Dr Cho patted her hand before turning to Bucky. “Watch Becca for me, would you? Or help get her stubborn rear end back to her room if you can’t. Either works for me.” Then she left to tend to her other patients.

His mouth was dry, heart pounding. He glanced back at the woman again, at Becca. Really looking at her this time. Her features, her smile, her posture, even the way she talked. It couldn’t be…

“Your name is Becca?” he asked quietly.

She nodded, head down and playing with the hem of her skirt.

“My Becca?” he rasped, fully expecting confusion or a shake of the head. After all, he’d seen his daughter die. Held her in his arms. This woman may look the same, but it just couldn’t be-

A hesitant small nod broke his train of thought. He was frozen still as she pulled out some dog tags from under her shirt, tied on some leather. His dog tags.

“I found these,” she said in a small voice, halting and hesitant. “Under the floorboards of my old bed. When I found out you had disappeared, I just…” Her voice broke, thick with tears. “By the time you’d come back with everyone else, I didn’t know if I should reach out or-”

He cut her off by pulling her into a hug, holding her close, tears in his own eyes. She was lighter than he expected, almost skin and bones with something on her back under the layers she wore.

“You’re alive.” he whispered, over and over. “You’re alive.”

Becca didn’t respond other than to burrow her face against his neck, a soft purr vibrating in her chest.

She was here. Really here. His pup. Sick and being treated for who knows what. But alive.

God, how was he going to tell Steve?

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[puppppppppy]

(guy who has never played cotl) haha au time

[stell4rlune]

these two have been haunting me for the past 6 years. there will be more, they are ruining my life 💔

[biblically-accurate-dca]

day 4: angel & demon >:)

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WHEN ANGEL FALLS

dean winchester x angel!reader

2.4k | angst, spn level violence, set in szn nine

summary: beneath a wilted willow tree, you find yourself a now fallen angel, not knowing what to do with yourself and how to navigate this cruel, new world.

WHEN ANGEL FALLS IN LOVE

wind.

that was all you could feel, all your senses allowed you to take in as you were expelled from heaven. it chilled your bones, freezing the plains of your face until the tears leaking from your eyes stuck to your cheeks.

as you hit the ground, it was like an explosion. your bones rattled, brutal lashes appearing on your body as you landed directly on the roots of a massive willow tree. of course this is where you would land; not on a nice field of grass or daisies, but a painful and sorrowful ending to your many years of being a heavenly warrior.

a hollow whimper left your lips as you attempted to hold yourself up, looking down to see grass stains dampening your white dress like bullet wounds. your palms were scraped raw, the expanses of your legs and knees cut and bloody. when you lifted your hand to your head — already feeling a dull ache behind your eyes, you felt a warm, sticky liquid beneath your fingertips.

pulling your hand away, you gasped as you noticed the crimson soaking your fingers. the sinister water drenching your forehead as you felt around for the cut by your hairline.

there was nothing you could do. no angel to go to, for all of them were either dead or scattered across the vast area of earth. you felt so alone. a deep, endless pit dredging into your stomach as you slowly moved yourself to rest against the tree’s bark.

your head lightly went against the scratchy and rough material from the roots made by God. your knees tucked into your chest, long white dress scrunching around your body as you looked down at your bare and muddy feet. long, wavy hair fell around you in a curtain, and you suddenly realized that you weren’t just a thing of light anymore; you were human. you had a vessel.

this made you cry, a loud sob ripping through your dry and brittle lungs as the reality of the situation dawned on you. there was no more home for you to go back to. heaven was locked away, pushing you out like a negative magnet against another negative force.

time withered away as you curled into yourself, the willow tree being the only presence to give you comfort. the cries leaving your lips were ground breaking, an emotion you never experienced before that wracked over you like a tidal wave. it wasn’t until you felt a hand on your shoulder that your tears slowly subsided, your head moving upwards and noticing the solemn being above you in a trench coat.

“castiel,” you breathe out, hands grasping at his wrists as your brother kneels down before you. he hears the hiss that leaves your lips as the cuts on your hands come in harsh contact with his skin. he slowly traces the raised skin, which is followed by him slightly brushing hair away from the cut on your forehead.

it isn’t until he’s slowly lifting your dress to look at the cuts on your knees that he speaks. “you don’t know how happy i am that you’re okay.” his words come out in a breath, a wave of relief flowing off of him like high tide. “so many of our brothers and sisters died. and it’s my fault. i’m so sorry sweet pea, i didn’t know that was metatron’s plan. i would’ve never agreed to help him if i knew.”

a delicate smile brushes across your tear and mud stained face, hands moving upwards to grasp onto cas’ face. “i know,” you comfort, palms flattening down his wild hair. “you’re too kind for our species cas; and i know you too well. you’re kind yet so willing to help those who mean harm. it isn’t your fault that people misuse your kindness.”

“none of the other angel’s will view me as you do.” your brother speaks with such sadness in his voice, and you can’t help but frown at his lack of trust in himself. “they are so in their ways. i can bet you that the remaining ones are hunting me right now.”

shaking your head, you grasp castiel’s face between your palms, making sure he is looking you in your eyes. “i won’t let them,” your words come out as a promise, a will and pledge to keep cas safe. “if any of them come for you, they will have to come through me.”

the angel just laughed, arms going around your biceps so he could lift you to your feet. “thank you sweet pea,” his voice was strained as he held onto your deadweight from the pain. “but now, all i’m worried about is getting you to safety and bandaged properly.” his words made the ache in your brain worsen, head lulling as castiel brought you to his chest.

“stay awake for me, please.” his words kept you more conscious, allowing you to finally get a good look at your surroundings. you were in a field, though not in that deep for a run down church was only a couple feet away from where you had landed.

by the entrance, you could see two men by a black car. one of them was on the ground, leaned against the car and looking as bad as you did. the poor guy looked like he’d been to hell and back, but nothing was as jarring as the look on the second man’s face.

there were hints of worry, a strong emotion that was rolling off of him. he kept looking to the man on the ground, and as you got closer, you could see the light shake in his body as he anticipated castiel’s approach.

your feet dragged across the grass and gravel as cas lugged you towards the car, whispering encouraging statements in your ear to keep you awake. as hazy as you were, when castiel stopped in front of the standing man, it finally clicked in your head on who these two people were.

sam and dean winchester.

these two were pretty famous in heaven. the two men who’ve cheated death more times than you can count. they were more likely known for being the reason castiel rebelled, but in heaven, you didn’t really voice your opinion on that matter.

you believed that cas had every right to do what he believed was correct. he’d raised and mentored you for as long as you’ve been alive, and you knew he had a good moral compass. so if sam and dean didn’t have positive morals, castiel wouldn’t have rebelled.

honestly, there were days when you wished you could’ve joined him. gone down to earth and never come back. but after cas had left, heaven had become more strict on letting angel’s down, especially monitoring when they left and came back. they didn’t want what happened to your brother to happen again, and they made it exceptionally hard to leave because of it.

when castiel stopped, it was right in front of the eldest hunter. his eyes were barren of anything but worry and curiosity. his eyes a dance as the flickered between sam, castiel, and then lastly to you. they lingered, eyes fleeting over your tattered body.

dean wasn’t going to lie to himself, you were fucking gorgeous. a true angel if he ever saw one. the smoothness of your skin drew him in, making him want to cover the ghastly tears in your legs and knees so he could see truly see how angelic you looked.

your eyes were bloodshot, tears dribbling down your cheeks and chin as your lips wobbled in pain. your thick eyebrows were furrowed, big round eyes hooded as you tried not to pass out. the flowing dress on your body made you look like a spirit; an apparition that didn’t really seem real. it fell off your frame and decorated your body in it’s white cloth material.

dean was in awe, but he was also confused as to why cas was handing you over to him.

“what’s this, cas?” dean spoke, like the angel was handing him off goods or a trade. castiel just stared at him pleadingly, while your head had lifted slightly, eyes catching dean’s with some form of connection passing through you two.“i need you to take her with you, keep her safe and make sure her wounds are tended to properly.” castiel’s voice broke through the haze of your eye contact with dean. and when he spoke, you saw darkness crawl into his evergreen irises.

dean’s fists balled at his sides, and his face twisted up in irritation. “are you fucking kidding me cas?” dean heard you lightly gasp at his crude language, which only made him scoff. “i don’t have time for this. sammy is on his damn deathbed, does that mean nothing to you?”

you watched as your brother looked over to sam, the usually soft and enigmatic man now resolved to a crumpled mess. even though cas didn’t have his angelic grace, you could still see him assessing the youngest winchester, attempting to get a look at his state.

with a shake of his head, castiel turned back to dean, hands gripping onto you tighter as you fell slightly. “he’s going to be fine dean, he just needs some time in bed, specific medicine, lots of fluids. i just need you to take care of her.” the anger was growing in dean’s eyes, and you could tell that he wasn’t fond of his friend telling him what to do.

“why the fuck should i?” he roared, hands lifting up in exasperation. you flinched into cas’ hold, hands clutching at his coat as your grips to stay awake faded. “sam looks like he’s been ran over ten thousand times, i don’t know her for christ’s sake, and i don’t even know where you stand in all of this.”

“i’m leaving, dean.”

the solemn voice of your mentor, your only true family member in heaven speaking the words of abandonment had your mind short circuiting. you lifted your head to look at castiel, chin resting on his chest as your lips parted in shock. why was he leaving? actually, why was he leaving you with complete strangers?

you could see the confusion on dean’s face too. but it was quickly masked by the fast licking embers of molten rage. “please tell me you aren’t being serious. cas, i swear to god, if you dump a random angel on me — on top of sam being hurt, and then fucking leave, i will smack you so hard your goddamn wings fly off.”

dean’s threat had you clutching onto castiel tighter, afraid for what the angry man would do to him. but cas just stood still, a calm and gentle look on his face. “i don’t know what i’m supposed to do, dean. i’m the reason she’s in this situation, alongside all of my other siblings. if i take her with me, i will just hurt and confuse her more. please dean, take care of her for me, you’re the only person alongside sam that i trust her with.”

his words made you smile light up your hazy face, your vision blurring as you watched dean’s expression soften ever so slightly. his fists were still clenched tightly, but you could see that castiel’s words had swayed him. that his friends pleading had made him realize that cas was just as confused as you were.

he had also fallen, also lost his grace. he didn’t know how to be human, meaning he had to figure it out himself as well. dean realized that cas was right. if you joined him, it would just make for a complete mess. you two would end up getting each other killed, and dean didn’t even want to imagine that happening.

with a light sigh, dean turned and opened the car’s back door, motioning for cas to put you in the backseat. the world swayed as your brother moved you to the open door, lightly leaning you down so you could fit in the seat. softly, he laid you down on the leather material, pushing your hair out of your face as you rested against the adjacent door.

“you’ll be okay sweet pea, i swear it.” his words came out as a gentle caress, and you could see the smile lighting up his face. “i’ll be back, i swear. nothing will happen to you when you’re with sam and dean, they’ll take care of you.”

as cas spoke, your eyes followed dean as he hauled his brother away from the car, moving him into the front seat. he was anxious, you could tell. his eyes were screaming with worry, but as he looked towards you, making your eyes meet, they flickered to nothing but a dark void.

it was almost as though dean was blocking you out from seeing any emotion that he could display. it was disheartening, but right now all you cared about was not dying.

your hands reached up to grasp cas’ face, just like you had done back at the willow tree. and with a light tug, you brought his head down to your lips, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “please be safe cas, i don’t know what i’d do if you got hurt.”

castiel just smiled, patting his hand slowly down your hair. “i’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. just stay with the winchester’s, and you will be okay.”

as he finished speaking, castiel moved outside of the car, slowly shutting the door before he walked around to the drivers side window.

he and dean talked for a while, chatting about things you didn’t quite understand. the injuries you sustained from the fall were starting to really take a toll on you, and the pain was starting to become unbearable.

when dean started up the car, backing away from the abandoned church and driving towards his and sam’s bunker in kansas, you could feel the clutches of sleep clinging to your eyelids, beckoning you to succumb to sleep.

though before unconsciousness took over your body, you saw dean look at you in the rearview mirror, eyes hard as he gritted out. “don’t die in your sleep, angel. i really don’t have the energy to bury you out front.”

his words were harsh, yet the clutches of sleep took you over before you could even react. ‘warming up to him was going to be a challenge.’ was the last thing your mind allowed you to think before you fell into a deep slumber.

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*i decided for the sake of this series, that the whole gadreelsam and kevin plot line was just not going to happen. i want it to mainly be on the angels falling and the relationship between the two characters living together in the bunker.