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marchtothefuckingsea · 1 year

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Saving Grace - Gadreel

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Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: canon typical violence and gore, canon typical (temporary) character death (they're resurrected because this is spn lmao)

hurt/comfort, enemies to allies/lovers

Summary: Reader goes on a hunt alone that should've been simple, but it's an ambush by the angels. Gadreel isn't far behind.

"Looks like a demon case." I shrugged. I sat at the library table, turning in my seat to face the younger Winchester that had just emerged from the shelves.

"You sure you don't want one of us to come with?" Sam parked himself across the table from me. "There's a lot of angel stuff going around, you never know."

"I'll be fine, you guys focus on the important stuff. I just need to get out and stretch my legs, y'know?"

"Yeah." Sam smiled. "Go get em tiger!" He teased me when I pushed away from the table. I gave him the middle finger until I rounded the corner to my room. I grabbed my angel blade and a few demon-hunting necessities, and I was on my way to a small town a couple hours away.

When I parked my car in the driveway of the diner, it seemed like things had already begun to calm down. Only the police and a single civilian remained, and it appeared they had just sent him off. I cut him off, flashing my FBl badge.

"Agent Halen, FBl. I have some questions for you." I said briskly.

"Look, I already told the cops everything." He muttered, trying to step around me. I stepped to block him, and he scowled.

"I know but look, I just need to know from your perspective what went down. It'll only take a moment."

He sighed in defeat. "This guy in a suit came into the diner and waited there. He was waiting for this other guy, but he didn't look important."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well the guy he was meeting up with was all dirty and ragged looking. They didn't look like they had any business with each other." He glanced towards the diner, hands in his pockets. "I didn't pay much attention after that, but the dirty guy suddenly stands up and this huge knife comes out of his sleeve. Just practically appears out of nowhere."

"And then he slit the suit guy's throat and," He hesitated.

"And?"

"You're not going to believe me."

"Try me." I challenged.

He frowned, but continued. "It looked like some kind of glowing mist or something came out instead of blood. And he inhaled it, and his eyes glowed a really bright blue."

I nodded cautiously. "Thank you, that'll be all."

The man shoved his hands back in his pockets and walked away, just as a police officer approached me. I suddenly realized everyone else had left.

"What's the FBl doing on something like this?" He asked, looking me up and down. He had a strange glint in his eyes, and his stance seemed off to me. My hand crept towards the knife tucked in my waistband.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "We have our reasons."

"Well, we're just about to close up shop." He told me.

"I'll be quick."

"I don't think so." He flicked his wrist, and I went flying across the pavement. I grit my teeth, staggering back to my feet. I pulled my angel blade out, pointing it at him.

"Why did you kill another angel?"

"You hunters are getting awfully nosy." He complained. "It should be obvious."

"Is it that bad now? That you're killing each other for a drop of stolen grace?"

He shrugged. "Times are tough." He swept his arm to the side, and I flew up into the air. My back slammed into a wall, and I was pinned to the outside of the diner. My angel blade clattered to the ground at my feet, just barely out of reach.

I still fought to wrench myself free as he came closer. He bent down and picked up the blade, lazily spinning it between his fingers. He suddenly flipped it and sliced across my lower stomach. I hissed in pain. He drew it back, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

I cried out when I felt a white hot pain right in the middle of me. I looked down and saw the blade buried to the hilt in my abdomen. The angel released me from his invisible hold, and I fell to the ground on my side, sputtering and coughing up blood.

He dropped the blade beside me, kicking it closer to me with a smirk. I watched his boots retreat and listened faintly as he started up the cop car. Everything was dark by the time I heard the tires spin on the gravel. With a last shuddering breath, I let go.

Not long after the police car had left, another car rolled into the gravel parking lot. I laid dead and pale against the wall as the man stepped out of the car. Blood had soaked into the gravel around me. He took in the scene for a moment, before his eyes came to rest on my motionless figure.

The gravel crunched under his feet as he approached me. He kneeled beside me, eyeing the blade in the middle of my stomach. Rolling my body onto my back and placing a hand on my stomach, he pulled the blade out in a single, clean motion. The angel placed his palm firmly on my forehead. A strangled gasp tore out of my throat.

I scrambled to my forearms, pressing myself against the wall and eyeing him warily. "Who are you?"

"I am Gadreel." He answered. I felt my blood run cold. This was the same angel that had rode along in Sam, and lied through his teeth about who he was the entire time.

"Get away from me." I hissed.

"It's okay. I am not going to harm you." The angel held his hands up in surrender.

I instinctively covered my stomach with my arm in defense. I hesitated when I didn't feel any immense pain, and then I remembered; I should be dead. There should be an angel blade sticking out of me.

"You- you healed me?" I asked him, surprise evident in my voice. "No, you brought me back."

"You were dead."

"Why?" I demanded.

"You were stabbed-" He began.

"I know that." I snapped, pushing myself into a sitting position. My head spun at the movement. "Why did you bring me back?"

"I need your help." I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously.

"With what?" Using the wall for support, I managed to get to my feet. Gadreel quickly mirrored my actions, and I noticed he didn't seem to be in very good shape himself. But he was still an angel and a liar. And even in his weakened state, still much stronger than me. I couldn't trust him.

"Metatron." He answered simply. I tried to take a step forward, but ended up lurching into him instead. He caught me quickly and I hissed at the stinging on my lower stomach. He lowered me to the ground, pressing his hands to the slash wound on my abdomen. It wasn't very deep, but it was painful and bleeding badly.

"I wasn't able to heal everything." He muttered. "Just enough to bring you back."

"It's fine." I grit my teeth, shifting under his hands. "Thanks anyway."

He helped me to my feet, and I leaned against him heavily. "Don't think I'm going to be able to drive back like this." I laughed humorlessly.

"Don't worry about it." He fumbled to open the passenger door, and he helped me in. I pressed a hand to my stomach as he came around to the driver's side. My keys were already in the cup holder, and he fished them out before getting in. He leaned back and reached into the back seat. I wondered what he was doing when he came back with one of my flannels.

"Use this." He threw it in my lap, and I gladly wadded it up and pressed it even harder to the wound, wincing.

"Thanks." I muttered.

We drove in silence. I almost asked him how he knew where the bunker was, but with a frown, I remembered how he had possessed Sam. I was beginning to wonder if getting into the car with him had been a good idea in the first place, but I hadn't had much of a choice.

I knew he had saved me, but he had to have his reasons. Just like he did when he had hitched a ride with Sam.

I found myself slumping against the door, and I woke up with a start. My eyes darted to the angel driving, but his eyes hadn't left the road.

"I thought you were Metatron's right hand man?" I asked, trying to keep myself awake and aware.

He frowned, his eyes on the road. "I do not believe Metatron's strategy is right anymore."

"So you're on your own now?" I asked.

"For now, yes. I was hoping to join forces with Castiel and the Winchesters."

"I don't know if that's going to be the best idea but," I paused. "I think I can vouch for you."

He had, after all, saved not only me but Sam too. Along with others we cared about on several occasions, like Castiel and Charlie. Thinking about it now, there was little doubt in my mind that he wasn't a good angel; he had just been manipulated by Metatron. Sure, he had killed Kevin and others-and there was no way I could ever forgive him for that-but he had believed he was doing the right thing. We had all been there at some point or another.

The corner of his lip quirked upward. "Thank you." We rode in silence a while longer before he noticed my struggling to stay awake.

"It would do you good to get some rest." He told me. "The bunker is still an hour away."

"Probably would." I sighed. I was still uncomfortable letting my guard down around the angel, but I figured if he had wanted to hurt me or show any hostility, he would have done so already. I leaned my head against the door and drifted off. My hands fell from the flannel soaking up the blood on my abdomen. I was already passed out by the time Gadreel reached over, steering with one hand, and placed his other hand on the flannel to keep the pressure on my wound.

I was awoken by a hand shaking my shoulder gently. "We're here."

I groaned, instinctively stretching my stiff limbs, but immediately regretting it when I felt the burning sensation on my abdomen. Gadreel had rounded the front of the car and opened the door for me. He hung back, giving me space and not forcing his help on me. I gave him an appreciative glance.

However, my legs almost immediately buckled when I put my full weight on them. He was quick to catch me, even though I instinctively cowered away from his touch.

"Careful." He grunted, an arm around my waist now for support. My other arm had been slung over his shoulder, making it so he had to bend down quite a bit at the dramatic height difference. I noticed he wasn't so steady on his feet, either.

Together, we staggered to the door of the bunker in the near darkness. I was surprised to find it unlocked. As soon as we stepped in, I heard voices coming from the library. We picked our way down the stairs, and it seemed like they still hadn't noticed our presence. It wasn't until we stumbled into view that Sam's face dropped and he called out in warning, causing Dean and Cas to look behind them.

Dean immediately got into a fighting stance. "What did you do to them?" He asked harshly.

"He didn't do anything to me, Dean." I grit my teeth, pulling myself away from the angel. I stumbled into a wall, ignoring Gadreel's concerned gaze. "He comes offering help."

"I did not come to fight." Gadreel raised his hands and stepped closer to me, causing Dean to tense up even more.

"Get over here." He barked at me. "And stay away from them!" Sam and Castiel exchanged bewildered glances.

"It was a setup, Dean." I explained as calmly as I could. I knew working him up-with the mark of Cain on his arm, no less-would only cause more trouble. "An angel ambushed me there, posing as a cop. He killed me."

"And?"

"And Gadreel brought me back, you idiot." I huffed. Both my energy and my patience were lessening by the minute. "He's a good angel, trust me."

"You expect us to trust him? After lying about who he was? After killing Kevin?" Dean growled.

"Dean, if you trust me, hear him out. That's all I'm asking." His angry gaze shifted to Gadreel.

"I thought about what you said. Metatron he's-" Gadreel started, but cut himself off. "Something needs to be done."

"And we should trust you, why?" Sam glared at him.

"Because I can give him to you. I know where Metatron is. I know everything."

He looked to Castiel. "I know the angels that- They were his agents. Not yours."

"You don't trust me, that's fine. I understand. I've made mistakes."

"But haven't you? Haven't we all?" He looked to the others, and they glared back at him distrustfully.

"At least give him a chance." I said.

Dean stepped forward, slowly holding his hand out to the angel. Gadreel reached to shake his hand.

It wasn't until I saw Dean reach behind him and pull out the first blade that I jumped into action. "No!"

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. I threw myself between them, shoving Gadreel back. The action caught him off guard, and he staggered back, running into a pillar. Dean swung the first blade in an arc. I couldn't get myself out of the way fast enough. The blade sliced across my abdomen and I stumbled backwards. Gadreel caught me by the shoulders and pulled me against him, lowering us both down to the floor.

Sam and Castiel rushed forward, struggling to hold Dean back. He growled and yelled, an animalistic hatred in his eyes. He hadn't even noticed, or cared, that he had attacked me instead of Gadreel. He just wanted to kill. This wasn't Dean, not at all.

I crumpled against Gadreel. My breath came in shallow pants and I realized, for the second time that day, that I was about to die. Except this time, Gadreel didn't have enough grace in him left to heal me. I gripped the sleeve of his jacket weakly, watching as Sam and Castiel wrestled Dean away from the angel and I.

Gadreel shifted his weight onto my wound and I gasped out a curse.

"Gadreel." I panted. He cringed and lessened the pressure at my agonized and pleading tone. I could see confusion in his eyes; why did he want to keep this human alive so bad?

"Castiel will heal you." He reassured me.

"No." I argued. "He doesn't have much grace either."

"He will." The angel insisted.

I startled at the sound of footsteps. I saw the familiar tan trenchcoat come into view. I didn't miss how Gadreel shifted over me protectively.

"I will not hurt them, brother." Castiel noticed.

"I know." Gadreel shifted uncomfortably.

Castiel kneeled beside me and raised his fingers to my forehead. I jerked away, shaking my head. "No. Your grace."

Gadreel held me in place, keeping me from struggling away from Cas. He touched his fingers to my forehead, and a warm feeling washed over me. My body involuntarily relaxed.

I glared at him, pushing myself onto my elbows. "It wasn't worth it." I muttered.

"We- I accept your help." Castiel shifted his gaze to Gadreel.

"And Dean?" I asked him.

"Dean is..Not in a sound place of mind." I nodded, frowning. We still had no idea how to rid him of the mark of Cain. He was like a brother to me, and it physically hurt to see him like this. I knew if we ever did get him back, he would feel endlessly guilty of everything he had done.

I pushed myself into a sitting position, swaying side to side as the room spun. Without meaning to, I leaned back against Gadreel as a wave of nausea swept over me. Cas shot a warning glance at the other angel, and somehow I knew what he was saying.

"Are you okay with Gadreel helping you to your room?" Cas asked me. "I must assist Sam with Dean."

I nodded.

"Good. I will check in later."

Taking a deep breath, I stubbornly attempted to get to my feet on my own. Gadreel was quicker though, and he immediately supported me by my waist. I leaned into him gratefully, and directed him down the twisting hallways to my room.

When we finally made it, he let me down onto my bed and stood in the middle of the room awkwardly. I suddenly realized he didn't have anywhere to stay.

"Gadreel." I said to get his attention. He had been looking down at the floor, but met my gaze when I called his name. "You can take any of the other rooms. Just go uh, look, and chances are if it looks bare there's no one staying there."

He looked more uncomfortable by the second.

"Or I mean, there's a couch," I pointed awkwardly to the other side of the room. "You can sleep there. It's not the most comfortable but when Cas comes back he can get you a room that for sure doesn't have anyone in it."

"If I'm not intruding."

"Of course you're not." I was much more comfortable with the idea than I would ever admit.

He took off his jacket and folded it neatly across the back of the couch. He settled across the couch, looking way too big for it. I sighed, curling onto my side facing him.

"Goodnight, Gadreel." I mumbled into the blankets.

"Goodnight."

Castiel came to check in as he promised a couple of hours later to find me passed out in my bed, and Gadreel stretched across my couch. The angel stirred when the door opened and a sliver of light from the hallway landed in his face.

"Gadreel?" Castiel asked, confusion lacing his voice.

"Yes?"

"I came to help you find a room." He said, his eyes moving between my restless form under the blankets and the angel who was now sitting up groggily.

"I appreciate your generosity brother," Gadreel said, his voice rough with sleep. "But I would prefer to stay here."

"That looks uncomfortable. And I'm sure they would like to have their own room to themself." A protective edge crept into Castiel's voice as he nodded towards me. I had begun to stir and whimper quietly in my sleep.

"They invited me to stay here." Gadreel said defensively. "And…I would like to watch over them."

"If you plan on doing anything to them-" Cas started.

"I don't, Castiel. I promise."

Castiel's glare was distrustful, but he gave my sleeping figure one last glance before turning and shutting the door behind him quietly.

Gadreel rose from the couch and kneeled beside my sleeping form. I stirred again, whimpering. He carefully pressed his palm to my head. I jerked awake, my eyes wild.

My eyes darted to the angel in front of me. He held his hands up in a non-threatening manner.

"Gadreel?" I mumbled in confusion before dropping back onto my side. My heart was beating out of my chest as the nightmare began to fade.

"What happened?" I asked, wondering why he was so close.

"I am sorry. You were having a nightmare. I was trying to fix it." He looked like a kicked puppy, I thought, then I mentally kicked myself for thinking that of an angel that had killed so many people. "My grace is very faint and I couldn't."

"I didn't even know angels could do that I-" I didn't know what to say. "Thank you, but I deal with this all the time, it's not a big deal."

"You shouldn't have to." He said sincerely.

"I don't know what it is about you," He frowned. "But I care. This is..strange."

"You're feeling more human all the time, aren't you?" I asked.

"I don't know what you mean."

"I mean, you're feeling things now, right?" He nodded slowly.

"It's okay. Castiel had to deal with that too. It's not a bad thing." I told him.

"All I know at the moment is I don't want to see you hurt." His frown deepened even more.

"Thank you." I leaned forward and gave him an awkward hug. He stiffened at first, before relaxing into it.

"Is there any way I can help with your nightmares?" He asked into my shoulder.

"Not really just..." I trailed off, wondering if I was crossing boundaries that I wouldn't be able to backpedal over. But would I even want to? I felt something for the angel, since we had first met him. He was punished for his mistake far too harshly, I had thought when he had explained.

"Yes?" Gadreel asked, pulling away and breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Just you being here would help." I admitted. The only times I never experienced nightmares was when I was watching movies with Charlie or the boys and ended up falling asleep around them.

"But I was just across the room and it didn't help." The angel looked confused.

"Yeah uh," I coughed, awkwardly scooting over. "You can sleep here if you want. It would probably be more comfortable than the couch anyway."

"Is this not…intruding?" I knew he knew little of human customs, but he seemed to know this was crossing a certain line.

"No it's not. You don't have to if you're uncomfortable with it-" I was cut off when he laid down on the opposite side of the bed. Our shoulders touched.

"This is alright?" He asked.

I had to remind myself to breathe, wondering what was coming over me. "Yeah." I murmured. I curled onto my side facing away from him, and I was surprised when he, almost automatically, did the same before pulling me against him.

"And is this okay?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, this is okay." I breathed out, relaxing into his embrace. My mind jumped around, wondering how this had happened, but it settled down quickly. My breathing evened out, and soon I was asleep.

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