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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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apocalypseornaw · 6 months

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New Feelings *

Soulmate AU

Worth It*

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sofreddie · 1 year

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The Lion's Den - Part 7

Characters: Gadreel x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smut (Protected Sex, Asphyxiation)

KINK: ASPHYXIATION (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

WC: 1626

A/N: I know it's been ages since I posted LD. I really, truly struggled with this part, both from the character and the kink. But the point of LD was to challenge myself with unfamiliar things. So in that aspect, success? LOL. Two more parts after this are still being written. Hopefully, they won't take as long as this one did.

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Part 6

It had been weeks since Y/N had last been at The Lion's Den. She was supposed to finally have her chance with Crowley, the delicious tease that he was. However, duty called, and work needed her time and attention. Crowley was more than understanding, as she expected he would be, and rescheduled her for a private session. Though, she had to admit, after their phone call it felt more like a pending date and she wasn't so upset about that.

Now that she finally had the time to return to the Den, eager to satiate her desires, Crowley was away on his own business. Most likely expanding his empire seeing as The Den was doing so well. While she was pouty that she would have to wait a little longer for a peek beneath those tailored suits, she knew the club had plenty to offer to fulfill her needs and hold her interests.

Greeting Garth at the bar, she ordered a drink, settling in on a stool and surveying the room. The men she was familiar with were not around, but there were plenty of others for her to feast her eyes on. She wasn't sure what she was looking for or even what she was in the mood for, suddenly missing Crowley's intuition all the more.

Until she saw him.

Tall, chiseled jaw, looking like a living, breathing marble statue as he glided through the room. She bit her lip as his eyes locked with hers across the room, a sinister smirk tugging at his lips as he made his way over.

Y/N turned back to the bar, taking a sip of her drink, smirking when she felt his presence. She turned her head towards him with a smile as he took the stool beside her.

"You are Y/N, right?" he spoke, his voice sounding so strong, his words spoken with precision. "Crowley and others have spoken highly of you."

"Glad to know I'm a favored client," she chuckled.

"More than that, maybe," he said but continued before she could question. "I'm Gadreel."

He accepted her hand, kissing the back of it, to which she was now accustomed. Though it still made her heart flutter the same every time, the simple sweetness of it took her breath away.

"Are you spoken for this evening?"

"Not yet," she grinned, loving his charm. "But I'm wondering if you're available?"

"It'd be my absolute pleasure," he responded, his voice deeper as he helped her off the stool.

She was giddy as she allowed Gadreel to guide her up the familiar staircase to the hall of rooms. She wondered what this large and solid man with an air of mystery had in store.

As soon as the door closed behind them, she pounced, her desire ramped up after weeks without. Wrapping her arms around his neck she kissed him hard, pressing herself against him. He responded eagerly, letting her take what she needed from him.

Clothes were stripped and strewn carelessly, Y/N's need driving her into a frenzy. It didn't hurt that he seemed to ooze absolute want for her. As his body was revealed to her, her eyes widened, taking in the taut skin and muscled physique. Was every man at The Den a chiseled God? She pressed herself against him once more, moaning into his mouth at the feel of his firm body against her own.

With little effort he hoisted her up onto his hips, kissing her breathlessly as he moved. When the kiss broke she realized he was sitting in a chair and she was straddling him. She moaned, her hands running over his chest and abs as she ground against him.

His kisses alone completely distracted her, his lips and tongue tasting and consuming her, stealing her breath away. She gasped as she felt his hand reach her eager core, his fingertips teasing lightly against her dampened folds.

Y/N ground her hips against his hand, silently urging him to touch her how and where she needed. She could feel the smirk against her lips as he found her clit and teasingly rubbed small circles against it.

"You're a tease," she whined against his mouth, gasping once more as he slid a finger deep into her core.

"Mmm, and you're needy," he responded against her flesh as his lips wandered along her neck and collarbone.

"Please," she begged, not caring how desperate she sounded.

It had been far too long for her liking since she'd been with anyone and the attentions she received at The Den only left her craving more and more. Now that she found and frequented this place, she wasn't sure she could do without it.

And really, why would she want to?

Sliding two fingers within her core he instantly found her most sensitive spot, making her choke on a breath. He held his fingers firm against her spot, barely moving them, creating intense pressure and desperation. Her hips began grinding against him of their own accord, seeking much-needed friction.

Gadreel chuckled as he studied her intensely, catching her off guard by suddenly fucking her swiftly with his fingers, unrelenting on her g-spot.

"You're so responsive," he groaned, never missing a beat in his ministrations, adding his thumb to her clit to make her gasp and squirm harder. "No wonder everyone enjoys you so much. The perfect playmate," he moaned as her juices dripped down his wrist.

The teasing was too much, holding her on edge but keeping her just out of reach of her climax. She wanted him just as desperate as he made her. Slowing her grinding, she slid a hand down his torso to his throbbing length, grinning as she took him in hand and he groaned.

"You're pretty responsive yourself," she teased back. His responding snarl made her wetter than his fingers had.

Producing a condom from seemingly nowhere, he continued to devour her mouth as he slid it on with practiced ease. He smirked, an arm wrapped around her waist, his muscles bunching beneath her fingers as he hoisted her just enough to slowly lower her down onto him. Her mouth hung open as she slid down his length, her ass settling against his thighs.

"Go on then," Gadreel teased, nipping at her ear lobe, his grip still tight around her. "Ride me."

He emphasized his point by thrusting his hips upwards. Y/N groaned, starting a gentle rock as she lifted herself and dropped back down onto him, gasping as each stroke hit her deep. She tried to move faster, but his grip on her was unyeilding, controlling her movements and driving her mad.

She quickly realized that just because she was on top, didn't mean she was in control. The thought had her clenching around him, drawing a deep moan from his throat. One of his hands rested on her lower back, the other over her collarbone. His hand drifted towards her neck, his fingers wrapping ever-so-lightly.

Her breath hitched and her hips stuttered at the implication.

"Have you ever tried breath play?" Gadreel asked, his hot breath fanning over her ear as he slowly thrust upwards into her heat.

"No," she responded in a breathy moan. The thought excited her. Everything she had tried so far had been amazing, she wasn't about to stop now.

"Mmm, I think you'd really like it," he explained, thrusting harder. "I know Crowley loves it, both on him and others."

Well, she really wanted to please Crowley when she finally got the chance to be with him.

"Okay," she agreed with a nod, holding his gaze so he knew she meant it.

He increased his pace, bouncing her on his lap, his grip around her throat tightening with his pace. She could feel the air being cut off making her lightheaded, but the pounding of his thick cock into her pussy was amplified, building into a crescendo. Her heartbeat throbbed in her temples and the walls of her pussy. It felt like a race: would she cum first, or die?

He released his grip and she took in a deep breath, her orgasm crashing into her as she did. The intensity of it had her wrapping herself around Gadreel, desperately clinging to him as if she might fly off somewhere if she wasn't grounded. Her whole body trembled, her walls convulsing and throbbing desperately against his thick and unyielding length.

"So beautiful when you cum," Gadreel whispered reverently, his hips working a steady rhythm as she ground against him, working through her high and building back up once more.

He took her hand, guiding it to wrap around his own throat, "Try it on me," he insisted with an encouraging nod.

She nodded in return, moving her hips and riding him harder as she began to squeeze.

She could see the change on his face, the same as she felt it happening to her, as he grew close. She released her grip and Gadreel shouted, holding her hips tightly as he fucked them both through their final orgasms.

"Oh my God," she chuckled, her body still twitching and spasming from the intense encounter.

"You okay?" he asked, his hands running soothingly over her body, helping to ease and soothe her muscles.

"Yeah," she nodded, climbing from his lap now she felt more stable. "That was…incredible," she admitted.

He lowered his gaze bashfully, a light blush adorning his skin, "Thank you for allowing me to be your date tonight, to share something new with you."

As she headed home, she thought over the different men she had spent time with and the various things they had opened her up to experience. She was eager to take her new knowledge and apply it to Crowley when she got the chance.

Part 8

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heavenssexiestangel · 10 months

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SUMMER FIC READING CHALLENGE 2023

I joined the @ficreadingchallenge for Summer (info here. This post will have my bingo card, and I'll update it with the fics I read for each square.

Fan Art: So goes the song art by foolondahill17 (Lee Webb/Dean Winchester)

High school/College AU:

Superpowers/No powers AU:

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Happy Ending:

Fic written by someone who follows you: Drabble by @icecream-and-gadreel (this one is so soft fml) (Gadreel/Reader)

Small fandom (<1000 fics):

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Free Space: Something New by @icecream-and-gadreel (NSFW) (Gadreel/Reader)

Bodyswap:

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Mistaken Identity:

Angst:

Werewolf AU:

Slow burn:

Rarepair: Monsterfucking by @writethelifeyouwant (Benny Lafitte/Dean)

New (to you) pairing:

Less than 20 Kudos: Drabble by @icecream-and-gadreel (Gadreel, Dean, Sam) (it deserves so many more tbh)

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staplegrapes · 2 years

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Gadreel ✨Masterlist✨

• Heavenly Betrayal (Angel!Reader) -Reader is captured by other angels after the fall. Gadreel comes to the rescue, repaying the kindness the reader showed him when he was a prisoner of heaven. (Fairly Platonic, but up for personal interpretation.)

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witchygagirl · 6 months

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Supernatural Fics

The Walking Dead, The Boys, Marvel & DCEU

AO3

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daughterofcain-67 · 7 months

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𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 (𝔭𝔱.2)

(Dean Winchester x Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Sam and Dean are on the road looking into a lead that Castiel had given them. Sam is hoping that this will get them a step closer to getting Dean some help. Meanwhile, Dean is reluctant because the lead doesn't sound promising in aiding Cass in the hunt for Metatron. He thinks this will be a waste of time, but little does he know what he and his brother will find waiting for them in Cincinnati. Meanwhile, you are on a mission to find out why exactly Crowley has sent a demon to come and find you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SPN spoilers, the usual supernatural violence, torture and gore that may not be suitable for all audiences.

Sam was riding in the Impala beside Dean while he was driving. Castiel asked them to go to Cincinnati, Ohio to look into a lead. There was a report that a demon went to some sort of tattoo parlor and hadn't been seen again.

No one was sure if it was related to Metatron, or if an angel under him had something to do with it. Dean was a little skeptical at first but in the end he agreed to go with Sam, hoping this wouldn't be some sort of wild goose chase. It's like they've left every stone unturned when it came to locating the former Scribe of God but they would come in empty handed every time and it was really getting under Dean's skin.

"This had better be worth it, other wise we're just wasting time when we could be looking into an actual lead, not to mention it's a waste of Baby's gas." Dean said with a bit of a grumble. Sam rolled his eyes at the last part of the remark.

"With the amount of credit card frauds we've undergone, I think the car's gas is the least of our worries." Sam said with an arched brow and Dean shrugged a bit, gaze still transfixed on the road.

The constant burning in Dean's arm was relentless with the mark. He knew that he had the urge to kill. Something needed to be done, he needed to kill something on this hunt to get some sort of relief, even if it was temporary.

Sam had told Dean not to bring the first blade along. At first, Dean complied but the second that Sam wasn't looking, he tucked it into his jacket for safe keeping. After all, what if Metatron just showed up spontaneously? What if they ran into more than just a handful of demons on this 'new lead' Cass sent them on? Bringing the first blade was a necessary precaution even if Sam didn't see it that way.

"Dean? You alright, man?" Sam asked. Dean perked up when he was broken from his thoughts. But the older brother nodded a little.

"Yeah. Just hoping that this lead won't be a waste. If we don't take care of this mess soon, who knows what that bastard will do. Metatron has to die and we can't afford any more screw ups. Not when we've lost enough people over it." Dean said.

"Then there's the fact that Cass is obviously having trouble finding what he needs. I should be over there helping him out. He needs some answers and those stupid angels don't know how to get it out of the other angels they capture. they don't know a damned thing about interrogation and who knows when things will get worse on his end." He continued on.

Sam frowned, understanding where Dean was coming from. He couldn't blame Dean for feeling bad about Kevin. Nobody wanted something like that to happen. He was just a kid. And Kevin didn't deserve Gadreel killing him like that.

"Dean, if they need help with some interrogation tactics then I'm sure that Cass will give us a call. Especially considering your... experience. And I'm just as angry as you are about what happened to Kevin. I get what you're going through. But unless we have any other leads to follow, this is the best one that we've got for the time being." Sam said.

Dean took in Sam's words and his jaw tensed, his grip tightened on the steering wheel as his brows furrowed together. The mere mention of what happened to that kid was enough to make his blood boil.

"How could you possibly understand what I'm going through, huh? There's been enough shit in our lives, this mark is the only thing that has brought any hope in this whole damned disaster, and you do nothing but nag about the so called effects you think it gives me. It's always one argument after another over the one thing that can bring all of this shit to an end." Dean practically snapped.

Sam was a little shocked that he'd burst like that, yet he wasn't really surprised at what had been eating at his brother. He knew Dean wasn't one to open up about how he felt, but he didn't to a good job at hiding the fact that he was bothered either.

"Okay, wrong choice of words. But putting an end to this mess is a part of why we're out here right? As long as it's a step forward, then it's at least a step closer to the goal. It's a Hell of a lot better than taking five steps back, right?" Sam said with that typically optimistic tone that he seemed to have most of the time. The tone that Dean didn't always understand when things seemed to be at its darkest.

The real reason for coming to Ohio right now was because Cass had a hunch that it wasn't one of Metatron's angels that may have killed that demon. Maybe this person would be able to assist in killing Metatron. But what Sam was hoping for the most was that this would be the break they needed. That this lead would be the foretold, missing daughter of Cain. Dean needed a win, and Sam was hoping that this would be some kind of win for the both of them. Someone to help ease the suffering, help Dean gain some kind of control.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, Sammy. But if this thing turns out to be a disaster then you won't be hearing the end of it."

"Yeah, I've already gathered that." Sam said with a slight smirk.

Dean rolled his eyes a little before he leaned forward and pushed a button on the Impala's radio to play one of his cassette tapes. The next thing they knew, they were listening to Would by Alice in Chains.

"Well this is kind of different from your classic rock you normally play isn't it?" Sam asked and Dean shrugged.

"Nothing wrong with a little variety once in a while."

But once there was silence in the car again, outside of the music that was being played, Dean focused on the road. It would be another day before they'd get to Ohio. Then they could get this little 'lead' over and done with. Then he'd be able to kill some sort of monster or he could check on Castiel and see if he needed help with gathering information from Metatron's angels.

Either way, the mark was thirsting for blood, and Dean was trying his best to hold it together to keep Sam off his back.

You were growing antsy. The burning mark on your arm was more intense than it had ever been before. And somehow, you were sensing that there was another barer of the mark. They hadn't killed in a while and you could almost feel the thirst that person was going through as well.

But you were having enough of it. You had to know who this person was and you were willing to do anything to get to the bottom of it. Because surely this person, this mortal, had no idea what they were getting themselves into.

Needless to say, your little shop was closed for the day and your appointments were cancelled of course. And now, you were in your own cellar beneath your store.

There you had a summoning circle, an iron chair, and there was a demon trapped inside since the devil's trap was engraved into the iron shackles attached to the arms of the chair.

"What do you want with me? We know you killed one of the other demons just for stepping here. If you don't want to be found then why did you summon me?" The demon asked.

"Oh, Sweetie, who said that you were the one in charge of asking questions?" You asked with a chuckle as you moved your rolling table. On top of that table was your, what you liked to call, interrogation utensils.

You stooped down to the demon you had in a bind and you held your blade up to its chin. Now, this was no ordinary blade. Granted it wasn't as legendary as the First Blade, nor was it the demon blade that Ruby used to carry, but it was something similar that killed demons, angels, and monsters alike.

"Now, don't make this easy on me. It's been a while since I've enjoyed a good, slow kill." You smirked and the demon's eyes widened. The rumors were right. You were just as menacing as your father before you.

"But what if I don't know anything?" The demon asked as it regained its composure and attempted to be as unphased by you. You cocked your head to the side and shrugged a little before placing the side of the demon's cheek and watched the steam appear from the vessel's flesh since the blade was previously dipped in Holy Water. The demon hissed and gritted his teeth as if he tried not to scream.

"Well then, I get to have my own kind of fun. It's not like I can let you go now that you know where I am." You said.

"Now. Why is your pathetic king searching for me, hmm?" You asked and the demon's eyes shown black as he glared at you.

"If I'm going to die anyway, I'll never tell you." But then you slashed his cheek, causing him to wince as the wound started to bubble up due to the Holy Water.

"Oh, but I think you will. Now I'll ask you a second time: Why is Crowley looking for me."

"I will not betray the King of Hell."

Your brows narrowed. You had told him not to make it easy, but you needed to know why you were being sought after. You had to know what Crowley already knew incase you needed to go into hiding again.

So, you took your knife and cut off one of the demon's fingers before you dipped the wound in salt. Hearing the cries of the demon was a little annoying but you had to admit, there was finally a soothing feeling in your arm from the mark you were born with. It was finally some sort of release.

"Y-Your mark! He wants to know more about your mark to help a Winchester." The demon said.

You perked up when he finally gave some kind of information. You supposed losing a finger would have that effect on almost anyone.

"So your King that's too good to get his hands dirty is helping a human? Who is this Winchester?" You asked as the demon's head hung low.

You rolled your eyes with annoyance and you lifted the blade to his chin to make him have eye contact with you.

"If you have that much of a problem looking at me, I'll gouge those eyes right out of your skull. Now talk." You said as your eyes started to glow red.

"His name is Dean. Crowley was having trouble with the Knight of Hell, Abaddon. He went to Dean for help and they found your father. Your father gave Cain the Mark and Crowley wants to know more about it to hold the information over the Winchester's head to get what he wants, I assume." The demon spilled.

You lifted a brow as your eyes changed back to their normal color and you stood upright.

So, Crowley wanted some leverage, huh? You supposed that he couldn't exactly find the information he needed from some kind of book outside of the fabled Book of the Damned. No one seemed to know where that book was and that would have at least some kind of information Crowley could be after.

"That's all I know. let me go. I won't tell anyone where you are. Just spare me." The demon pleaded and you looked down at him again.

"Oh, Sweet Cheeks. I can't go around trusting demons not to give away my location. I'm sorry but you're just going to have to suffer." You said.

And with that, you placed your hand on the demon's head and your eyes glowed red once more. Suddenly, the demon started to let out a bloodcurdling scream and his eye sockets were glowing red. Blood started dripping from his eyes and the drops started rolling down his face like tears. Red droplets came out of his pores like sweat before turning into a black ooze.

Yet you looked at the demonic scum without a hint of expression in your eyes. But finally, finally there was a relief from the constant pain in your arm.

Once the demon was finally dead, you looked at the body. That has been the second demon you killed. But at least you got the information you wanted.

"Dean Winchester.." You muttered the name before looking down at the mark on your arm.

It hadn't even been two minutes but the pain was back like you needed to kill yet again. You placed your knife on the table and let your thumb graze over your mark.

"Dean, you don't realize what you've done."

Thank you guys so much for reading! I know I got this out a little later than I would have liked to've published but I had a friend from Germany come and visit me. I am hoping to get Part 3 released soon! Thank you for your continued support! If you would like to be tagged let me know! Wishing all of you the best!!

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 1 month

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Coming soon…

Supernatural

Castiel

Fly Cassie will have an update within the next two weeks.

Castiel’s Wings will be worked on after that.

Surprise me will be next as promised.

👇 There is more below the cut 👇

Dean

Request for Dean x Reader to “In the Mood” by Rush and Dean picks her up at a bar.

Gabriel

Request for transmale helps Gabriel groom his wings.

Polycule (Dean/Gadreel/Ketch)

Prize (request) for basically a cuddle pile of Dean, Gadreel, and Ketch with a kid.

Big Sky

Beau

Request of basically a story where the reader is mistaken by Beau as a bad guy when really she is undercover.

Other fics

Destiel

Domestic Silk (Rabbit) Moth!Castiel falls in love with Human!Mechanic!Dean. Castiel is not what he appears to be and Dean doesn’t know. (Destiel, Interspecies romance)

Destiel Date Night, inspired by this prompt (Angel!Castiel x Human Dean, Neighbors AU)

(Insert gif of Dean and Castiel happy)

Two Men and the Virgin (Destiel x Virgin!OFC, Neighbors AU)

Heat (A/B/O, non-traditional, mating cycles, and Alphas Destiel x Omega!Part Angel!AFAB)

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spnfanficpond · 7 months

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September 2023 Angel Fish Awards!

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @spnexploration

The Guest House by @deanwritings

Dean's in the middle of a bitter divorce when his ex, Lisa, rents out his guest house on Air BnB without his knowledge. Dean and the guest do not hit it off, quite the opposite! We've seen a great start to an enemies-to-lovers series here, can't wait to read the rest!

When The Bough Breaks by @niks-fics

This story was amazing! An abandoned baby is found and DNA shows her parent is a male Omega who was kidnapped years before. I loved so many of the storytelling elements, like how Dean's story was being told from the past to now and juxtaposed against Cas' story as the detective trying to find the abandoned baby's parents. It was sad, it was painful, it was angsty, it was beautiful, it was loving, it was everything.

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Nominated by @princessmisery666

When The Stars Love You by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

AMAZING 🤩! Seriously I can’t put into words how much I adore this. It poetry and I loved how you shows the stars loving him to and how they couldn’t watch him fall apart 😢 Midnight Prince - couldn’t think of a better way to describe Dean Winchester. Perfect 🤩 This is one of those fics that makes me doubt my own writing 💜

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Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

My Heaven by @lipstickandwhiskey

I am not used to reading x Reader, nor am I used to read from a Dom and/or Top P.O.V., but this Gadreel/Reader was really well written, and I liked the way the writer portrayed the feelings between them. It was interesting to read something so different from my usual stuff, especially because I love Ree so much.

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Nominated by @deanwinchesterswitch

When The Stars Love You by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

This story captured my heart from the very start. The descriptions of Dean are lovingly written and true to character. Dean and the stars - so much beauty to be held between them. I truly have a hard time describing how this story makes me feel, but I almost have it memorized with as many times as I've read it now. It's one of those stories that just resonated with my soul.

In a Million Memories by @deaneverafter

This is a fix-it series. One of the most beautiful I have read. So much thought and care went into writing this story. From the OFCs name to the songs used as inspiration for each chapter. The concept is intriguing and captivating. Dean's love for her changed everything. My heart gets all fluttery just thinking about it.

Stay by @princessmisery666

The first time I read this, I yelled at Stacey. So much angst and love and it all hurt. But, it's beautifully written and I can't help but go back to re-read it often.

Pleasure in Illusions by @princessmisery666

This can be read as a stand alone, but is a sequel to Stay. After reading this one, I yelled at Stacey even more. This one hurts, but again, it's so beautifully done that I forgave her. :)

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Nominated by @katbratsupernaturalwhore

The Haircut by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die! Seriously pure fluff!

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Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Epiphany by @mariekoukie6661

This is a gentle ride to self-love and acceptance and I just love it so much.

Witches by @waywardxwords

I mean, it’s sex pollen, I love this trope!

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Love Is A Meat Loaf Song by @followyourenergy

This answers the question, "What if Heaven never laid siege to Hell and Cas never saved Dean from perdition? And then later, what if Demon Dean and Angel Cas meet in a bar?" There are little hints that this is more than it seems, but I am enjoying the ride in the meantime, too! Dean's never-ending innuendos (heh, in-you-end-os, *wink*wink*) and Cas's fascination with the spark he sees in Dean are both able to make a fangirl sit with her chin in her hands and grin. Together? I can't stop reading!!

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 months

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First Born: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: You and Dean team up with Crowley to find the First Blade, something that can take down Abaddon. What comes with it is a great burden that you’re not prepared for at all. Meanwhile, Sam and Castiel try to find a way to track Gadreel down even after he’s left Sam.

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

"That belongs to me."

You turn around and see Cain looking at the picture in your hands. He's holding two bags of groceries full of food. You blush slightly and hand the picture over.

"I don't suppose they're with you, right?" Dean asks about the demons on Cain's property.

"No."

"I guess we can't wait any longer," one of the demons yells to you. "Your friend Tara was very helpful! Got downright chatty after I peeled all her skin off. We don't want any trouble, Cain. Just want the so-called King, the Winchester, and the witch. I got a new master to impress, and I'm betting bagging those three will do just that."

"Master?" you ask and look at Crowley.

"Abaddon. This lot all needs to die."

"There's too many. The spell you used to keep us in, will it keep them out?" Dean asks Cain.

"For now."

"I have my magic. I can take all of them."

"No, it's too dangerous. I already told you. We're not having you be on the front line," Dean sighs.

"The kind of magic that stems from Amara," Cain states.

"What do you know about her?"

Cain doesn't answer, but he does rub his clothed right arm.

"I'm gonna barricade the entrances. Get ready for a fight," Dean says.

"Good luck with that. You exposed my home. You exposed me."

"Boo-hoo!"

"Brave, but impulsive. You truly have lived up to your reputation."

"I can't say you've lived up to yours."

"What can I say? I'm retired. If you survive, you're welcome to join me for the last meal I will eat in this house before I disappear again. It's the least I can do."

Cain sets his groceries on the table while Crowley and Dean barricade every entrance. The spell Cain put on the door will expire at some point, and you have to get ready for the demons outside who will swarm inside. Cain takes out corn on the cob and starts shucking it calmly as if he's here by himself.

"We got this. You take the front," Dean says to the demon. Crowley leaves the kitchen and closes the glass doors behind him. "So, this is your play?! Corn?! What am I not getting here? I mean, it's not like you're a coward."

"Since when does the great Dean Winchester ask for help? He has a powerful witch with him. That doesn't sound like the man I've read about on demon bathroom walls. Maybe you've lost a step. Let's find out."

He snaps his fingers, and two demons are able to come through the barricade Dean put on the kitchen's back door. As soon as they enter, the door closes and locks so no other demon can come in.

"Oh, don't mind me. You two enjoy yourself."

You and Dean turn to the two demons. Seconds pass before they rush at you with the intent to kill. Balls of magic form at your palms and you toss them at the demon who picked you. The female demon dodges your attempts and grabs your waist, throwing you on the table where Cain is sitting at.

Dean pulls the demon knife from his jacket and swings it at the male demon attacking him, but the demon dicks and punches Dean in the stomach. The demon grabs him and slams him into the wall opposite of you, causing you to look over in anger.

"Get off him!!" you yell.

You kick the female demon with magic behind your force, and she goes flying into the barricade Dean put up against the door. You get off the table and shove your glowing blue hand to her forehead. She cries out in pain as your magic kills her from within like an angel would when they smite their victims.

Her body hasn't even hit the floor before you're rushing over to the demon and yanking him off your husband. Dean takes the opportunity to stab the knife into the chest of the demon, killing him instantly.

"You two are doing great," Cain smiles.

Two more come in per Cain's request, giving you no time to rest. Without thinking, you encase the demon with your magic and move your hands opposite of each other. Blood sprays everywhere as she gets cut in half because of you. Dean stabs his demon and jumps out of the way to avoid getting sprayed with blood.

Another demon comes crashing through the window, spraying glass everywhere. He kicks you in the stomach and turns to Dean with a deadly look. Cain watches as you go flying to the other side of the kitchen where the glass doors are separating you and Crowley. He wonders what you're going to do, but you don't have time to think about him. Your eyes glow bright blue, and the demon's follow suit.

The demon stiffens up at your silent command, and Dean uses this to stab him in the throat with the demon knife. You get up and wipe the blood off your face, leaving behind a red streak. One more demon comes through the door--the very last one. Dean's body hurts from where the demon slammed him against the wall so this one is on you. The blue in your eyes hasn't gone down, in fact, they intensify.

The demon uses his power on you and breaks your leg, and you go down with a laugh instead of a cry. He's confused as to why you're not crying in pain, and to his horror, he watches as your leg snaps back to how it was before the break.

"You're going to have to try a lot harder than that. Unfortunately, you won't get the chance."

You raise your hand, and with your magic, the demon rises into the air. Cain watches in wonder at your magic. Ever since he knew the true story behind the Mark, he's been fascinated with the Sapphire Witch. Your magic stems from your body and flies into the demon's letting it burn him from the inside out. The demon yells in pain but dies soon after, and you toss the body to the floor as your eyes go back to their normal color.

You turn to Cain who has a smirk on his face, and you slam your hands on the table in front of him.

"Do you want to be next?" you threaten.

"I've felt connected to your magic, believe it or not. I've felt connected to you, Dean, from the beginning. Kindred spirits, if you will. You and I are very much alike. You and I," he says to you, "have something in common."

"Yeah? What is it?"

Again, he rubs his arm but he doesn't comment on it.

"I didn't kill my brother."

"No, you saved yours. Why?"

"Because you never give up on your family--ever."

"Where's your brother now, then?"

Dean doesn't want to talk about Sam, so he steers Cain in another direction.

"I don't know what kind of game you're playing here, and I don't really care. Just give me the damn blade."

"Sorry, I have nothing to hand over. I no longer have the blade. It's gone."

"What do you mean gone?" Crowley says from the kitchen glass doors. "How? The spell brought us here to you, so it has to be here."

"Your spell brought you to the source of the Blade's power. Me."

Cain rolls up his right sleeve to reveal a mark on his arm. A mark that looks like a backward capital F with two lines instead of one. At first glance, something inside your body tingles. The spot on the right side of your collarbone burns the longer you stare at the mark. You reach out to touch it, but Cain moves his arm away from you, causing you to snap out of your trance.

"You feel connected to it," he says to you.

"Yes. Why?"

"Gotta leave room for a good mystery. You'll come to find out why in due time."

"It's the bloody Mark of Cain," Crowley says in fear.

"From Lucifer himself. The Mark and the Blade work together. Without the Mark, the Blade is useless. It's just an old bone."

"A bone?"

"The jawbone of an animal. The jawbone you used to kill Abel because he was God's favorite," Dean fits the pieces together.

"Abel wasn't talking to God. He was talking to Lucifer. Lucifer was gonna make my brother into his pet. I couldn't bear to watch him be corrupted, so I offered him a deal: Abel's soul in Heaven for my soul in Hell. Lucifer accepted as long as I was the one who sent Abel to Heaven. So, I killed him and became a soldier of Hell--a Knight."

"Lucifer ordered you to make more, didn't he?"

"Yes. My knights and I did horrible things for centuries. We were bringers of chaos and darkness. Then I met Colette, and I didn't want to be that person anymore. She knew who I was and what I was. She loved me unconditionally. She forgave me. She only asked for one thing. To stop. When the knights found out, they took retribution. They took Colette, so I picked the First Blade back up. It felt so good to have it in my hands again, so I slaughtered the Knights of Hell."

"Not all of them."

"No. Abaddon took over Colette's body. I had no choice but to kill her so she wouldn't suffer at the hands of her. Once Abaddon took over, I knew she would never give Colette up."

"We're truly sorry for your loss, but we have to stop Abaddon. Where's the blade?" you ask.

"No."

Cain turns away, but Dean chases after him. He grabs his shoulder and moves it away so Cain is forced to face your husband.

"Listen, you son of a bitch. You may be done killing, but I'm not."

Cain grabs Dean's hand where the demon knife is and plunges it into his own chest to show it doesn't do anything to him.

"You never give up on anything, do you?"

"Never," you answer.

"Well, I do."

Cain removes the knife from his chest and disappears before your very eyes. This son of a bitch just left you here to fend for yourselves. The demons you killed are the least of your problems because more show up--a lot more. You pull back the curtains to see at least three dozen demons approaching the house.

"Shit. We need to get out of here or else we're all dead. We can't take on more than three dozen demons."

"Well, I'll stay as long as I can."

"Aren't you a peach?" Dean rolls his eyes at Crowley.

Suddenly, Cain reappears in the house, and Dean shakes his head from the whiplash Cain is giving him.

"What the hell, man? Are you in or out? I'm getting head spins."

"I can give you both the Mark if that's what you truly want."

"What are you talking about?"

"The Mark can be transferred to someone who's worthy. A Sapphire Witch descending from Amara is just as worthy as you, Dean. Two locks are better than one."

"Locks? What do you mean?" you ask.

"You're not giving it to her," Dean says for you.

"Like hell, he isn't. I'm taking it. You're not doing this alone," you argue.

You're not going to tell Dean that ever since you saw the Mark on Cain's arm, you've felt compelled to it. It's calling out to you for some reason, and you don't think you can ignore it.

"Can we use it to kill the bitch?"

"Yes, but you have to know that the Mark comes with a great burden. Some would call it a great cost."

"Yeah, spare us the warning label. You had me at 'kill the bitch'."

"Good luck, Dean and Y/N. You're going to need it."

Cain offers his hand to Dean, and both of them grasp each other at the forearm. You place your hand on top of both of theirs, and Cain begins the transfer. Cain's arm lights up an angry red as the mark is transferred to you and Dean. Red veins spread from Cain's mark up yours and Dean's arm. Dean gets his mark right where Cain's used to be, but yours travel up to the right side of your collarbone.

Fire spreads where the red veins travel, and you gasp in pain. Cain takes his hand away when the transfer is complete, but the burning sensation doesn't leave your shoulder. Power runs through your veins like no other. You've never felt this kind of power before, but you don't have time to dwell on this.

Right now, you have more pressing issues like three dozen demons trying to get in.

"Where the hell did you stash the damn blade?" Dean pants once he finds his voice.

"Nothing can destroy the Blade, so I threw it to the bottom of the deepest ocean. It's the only way I could keep my promise to Colette. You find the blade and kill Abaddon, but make me a promise first. When I call you, and I will call, you come find me and use the Blade on me."

"Why?"

"For what I'm about to do."

With a snap of his fingers, Cain transports you, Dean, and Crowley outside of his home. At the same time, he teleports every demon inside his house so that they're trapped in there with him. Suddenly, a red hot light lights up the windows from the inside.

"They're trapped in there with him."

A sharp pain hits your shoulder where your mark is, and you wince in pain. You rub the sensitive area, but it's like nothing can scratch the itch since the itch is coming from inside your body. This mark might be bad news, but it's making you feel so powerful--more powerful than you've ever felt.

"He was right, you know. You two are worthy," Crowley says.

"Oh, great. Now you're gonna get all touchy-feely, too?" Dean scoffs.

"What your problem is that nobody hates you more than you do. Believe me, I've tried."

"How do we find this Blade?" you change the subject.

"You can't search the bottom of the ocean, but I can. So, I'll find it and bring it to its new owners."

"Don't bullshit us, Crowley. I saw you. You knew about Abaddon, Cain, and the Mark. You knew about all of it, and you played us. Why?"

"He would never have given me the Blade. Who can say no to you two? I needed you two to play along."

"You knew we were being followed, and you didn't say anything," you scoff.

"Cain would want to see his prize fighters up close. You two plus demons equals fight night."

"Tara died, you bitch," you glare.

"Omelets. Broken eggs. Et cetera."

Crowley doesn't care about Tara's life or anyone's life for that matter. You conjure up a ball of magic and slam it into his stomach. Since the Mark is affecting your magic, Crowley gets thrown back farther than usual. He grunts as he hits the ground, and he looks at you in shock.

"You're fucking next Crowley!" you yell at him in anger.

"Go find the damn blade," Dean glares.

"It's always something with you Winchesters, isn't it?"

Crowley gets up, dusts his coat off, and disappears from your sight. The anger you have is feeding the Mark, and you cry out in pain when it sends sharp signals down your arm. You lower your shirt and look at the Mark while Dean pulls up his sleeve to look at his.

"Does your tingle?" Dean asks.

"More like burns, but yeah. Dean promise me something. This is something new for us. We don't know what's going on with this, what this Mark is, or what it's a lock for. Promise me you'll open up to me and talk to me if you need it. I'll do the same, but we need to communicate with each other."

"Okay. I feel powerful... Too powerful for a human to feel."

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Worth It

For @make-me-imagine 5th blog anniversary event. The prompt I picked was "“Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.”

Word count: 3442

Warnings: innuendo to sexual themes, some cursing

Firefighter/Paramedic AU

"How long are we going to continue to do this?" Gadreel's voice was so low you barely heard him. You stopped mid zipping your jeans "What do you mean?"

He motioned to your state of undress then his own "This. You come here when you need comfort and I am simply not strong enough to turn you away. There is no feeling that can compare with having you in my arms but I don't know how many more times I can watch you walk out of my door then see you at work and act as if we aren't anything more than friends" "What are you saying Gadreel?" You asked leaning down to pick up your shirt from the floor before slipping it over your head "I'm saying I love you and I want more for us than sex"

You froze where you were standing with your boots in hand “You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me. As a matter of fact you promised me the first time this happened. You said our friendship wouldn't change” you didn't mean to have such an accusatory tone but the panic gripping your chest was making it hard to breathe. Gadreel was one of your best friends, he meant the world to you and no matter if the truth was you felt the same about him you could never admit it because then he'd decide he wanted something different and you'd be out of a friend and heartbroken.

He knew you well enough to know when your anxiety spiked so he was out of the bed standing in front of you before you could blink.

Luckily he'd already slipped his boxers on. He gently touched your arms "Copy my breathing baby. C'mon" you did as he said focusing on his breathing to calm yourself down. You shouldn't have come here. You should've taken Dean and Lisa up on the offer to go out for beers or you should've gone to Sam and Eileen's to watch a movie. The call was too rough, you'd lost a kid and needed Gadreel. You needed to get lost in him for a while and forget the outside world. How could you be so selfish?

"I gotta go" you muttered once your breathing was back to normal and saw the way his face fell "I'm sorry I didn't mean..." You cut him off "No worries. Your message was loud and clear. I won't be back like this, I promise" he let you pull your arms out of his grasp then stood there watching as you walked out of his bedroom then across the apartment to the door.

You sat between Sam and Donna trying to listen to Chief Singer give a run down. Your mind and attention kept drifting over to where Gadreel stood in the corner talking to Charlie and Dean. Rescue squad always hung tight.

Donna bumped your side when all of you were dismissed "Where's ya head at babe? Cause it weren't in this meeting" you shook your head trying to think of an excuse when a call rang out for an ambulance to respond to a fifty three year old woman having chest pains "Duty calls" you smiled at her as the two of you bid Sam a goodbye and headed out to the ambulance waiting in the bays.

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Three calls later you were cursing the fact that the bunk house was only so big. You were hiding on your cot trying to read a book and failing.

You loved Gadreel. You'd know that for a while probably even before the first time the two of you fell into bed. He was a wonderful man. He was kind, brave and strong. He had a beautiful heart and was always willing to help who he could. Him being six foot two and gorgeous didn't hurt matters either.

The first time the two of you had crossed a line you were at his place watching a movie with him. You couldn't remember which movie it was but it had actually scared you, some Austrian film he'd heard of.

One of the times you jumped popcorn went everywhere which made you go from being afraid to shaking with laughter. Gadreel had set stone faced until you plucked a piece of popcorn off his head and offered it to him. A grin split across his face and he shook his head pulling you into his arms. Familiar touch was something the two of you were used to. That wasn't out of the ordinary but for some reason you'd ended up pressing a quick kiss to his lips shocking the both of you.

You'd apologized quickly embarrassment taking over until he'd asked if he could kiss you back. A quick discussion of boundaries ended with you waking up the next morning wearing nothing but his t-shirt.

How had you let it go this far? God you were gonna lose him and had no clue how to backpedal at this point.

"Interesting book?" Sam's question drew you of your thoughts. You glanced up with a smile "Extremely" he nodded slowly "You're coming this weekend aren't you?" "I wouldn't miss Eileen's birthday for anything" he nodded with a grin "Good. I know she'll love having you there" the two of talked for a while before he headed towards the common room where most people on shift were. You watched him walk out, catching a glimpse of Gadreel before turning back to your book.

"I can do this...I can do this" you weren't sure how long you'd been standing outside of the Roadhouse. Chief Singer and his wife Ellen owned it so of course most parties ended up here.

You heard someone call your name and looked up to see Lisa standing not far from you with a worried expression on her face "Sweetie are you ok?" You looked at the bar then back at her "Dean's already inside, why aren't you?" "Emergency at the hospital now same question. Why are you out here instead of inside?"

You shrugged "Honestly? Just catching my breath before diving in" She didn't look like she quite believed you but nonetheless she hooked her arm through yours "Well come be my date. I'll ditch Dean for you. He'll understand" you laughed as she opened the door "Always told him you had a thing for me"

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You knew every face within the Roadhouse. From Ash and Jo working the bar on down. This was your family, had been for years.

You heard a sharp whistle and turned letting a smirk slip onto your face as you slid your arm around Lisa's waist "Hey Dean" he raised an eyebrow playfully "Am I sleeping on the couch tonight?" Lisa cut her eyes at you then shrugged "Night's still young Winchester"

Out the corner of your eye you clocked Sam laughing at yours and Dean's bickering and noticed Gadreel standing next to him. God did he pick the clothes you loved the most on him? That damn hooded leather jacket along with a dark grey henley.

You realized your attention had been on him longer than you meant for it to be so you turned back to Dean "Now I know Chief has taught you better manners, buy us ladies some drinks!"

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You were playing a game of pool with Benny and Donna when you spotted a nurse that worked with Lisa sliding onto the barstool next to Gadreel. You felt a flicker of jealousy but pushed it down telling yourself he didn't owe you loyalty no matter what he'd said.

When her hand slid up his arm, a laugh falling from her lips and a smile working its way onto his face you felt like breaking the damn pool cue.

He glanced around while he talked to his and when his eyes landed on you he held your gaze until you turned away from him. Damn him you should've never let your feelings go this far.

Try as you might to concentrate on the game at hand you could feel him watching you and when you bent to line up a shot you heard Benny say "Gadreel, how's it going brother?" You took your shot then straightened up eyeing him as you did so "Where's the nurse you were chatting up? She was a looker"

"Told her i wasn't interested" he replied before Benny nodded "Wanna jump in on the next round. The medics are kicking my ass" you laughed when Donna said "Ohh is the big bad fireman needing the rescue squad to save him?"

You glanced down at your watch before saying "Actually I think I'm gonna call it a night. I've given Eileen my gift and had some fun but I didn't sleep too well last night and my bed is calling my name"

You hugged Benny then Donna telling them both goodbye and nodded to Gadreel before working your way through the crowd "CALLING IT ALREADY?" Ash hollered and you nodded "Promise to close her down next weekend" he saluted you "Attagirl"

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You made it out into the cool night air right before you heard Gadreel behind you "Can we talk?" You spun around to face him "About what?" He let out a weary sigh "You were jealous over Kayla" you shrugged one shoulder "Never said that"

He took a step closer to you gently grabbing your hands "You didn't have to or are you forgetting just how well I know you?" You stubbornly refused to meet his eyes "Your point?" "Why did it freak you out so much because I said I love you?" "Can we drop it please?" You asked and he shook his head "Not until you look me in the eye and tell me why for months I've been allowed to have you in my bed, to make love to you and wake up next to you but when I actually say that I love you I get treated like public enemy number one"

You knew you had to do what came next, there was no other way but it took everything you had to muster the energy to lie to Gadreel's face "Because I don't love you" the way his face fell, the pain clear in his eyes shattered your heart. You pulled away from him muttering "I'm sorry" before nearly running to your car.

Days had passed since Eileen's birthday party. You avoided Gadreel at all costs which was putting in a good amount of effort considering the two of you worked the same shift.

You had never meant to hurt him but you knew he'd end up regretting picking you. It may be months or years down the line but he would. He'd realize he wanted something else. When it was just physical between the two of you it was easier to lie to yourself and say he didn't have to power to crush you but if you ever admitted to him how you felt he would and you couldn't risk it.

When the call came out for a warehouse fire you didn't really think anything of it all of you had responded to them before.

You slid into the ambulance watching the trucks in front of you and Donna clear the path. You jumped out as soon as she parked grabbing your bag and heading to start a triage station so as soon as vics were pulled out they could start being treated.

When Chief saw how bad it was he called in another house but you and Donna were first on scene so it was your show.

You watched rescue squad suit up and held Gadreel's gaze for a second before Donna calling your name made you snap back into the mindset you needed to be in while working a scene. You had to ignore the man you loved going into a rolling fire thinking you didn't love him. Guilt would throw you off and you couldn't afford it.

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So far a total of sixteen workers had been pulled out with seven still unaccounted for.

You and Donna were triaging as fast as they could pull out and going from simply giving oxygen to getting them on ambulances to head to the hospital. You knew the longer the fire lasted, the more dangerous it was for those workers and your crew.

You watched as five more workers were pulled out. Two were intubated, one had a piece of rebar through her leg and the other a severe concussion. They were quickly divided into ambulances and sent on their way. Your eyes kept drifting back to the structure. Rescue squad hadn't come out yet which meant Dean, Benny, Charlie and Gadreel were still inside.

You wondered over to where Chief stood so you could hear his commands being given as some sort of idea as to what was going on inside. "I'm calling it. Five minutes to evac" "We found the last two chief. Benny and Charlie is headed out now. Me and Gadreel are doing one final sweep then we'll be out"

You went to Donna's side to meet Charlie and Benny. You'd just gotten their vics loaded when you heard a creaking. You knew that sound too well. The building was shifting. The foundation weakened by the flames. "EVERYONE OUT. NOW!" Chief ordered.

You stood glued to your spot watching and praying to see Dean and Gadreel. You finally spotted Dean's form and breathed a sigh of relief. Gadreel was right behind him, a breath away from being clear.

You felt your body begin to relax right before a sound that sounded like an explosion rang out and the building collapsed. Dean had barely made it out but Gadreel was trapped under the rubble.

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One minute you were standing there the next you were struggling against Sam and Benny. Both of them knowing you would run inside if given a chance "GADREEL!" your voice sounded broken even to your own ears.

"Darling let us get him out" Benny spoke into your ear and you nodded feeling tears streaking your cheeks "Please get him out Benny" he passed you into Donna's care before joining the effort to dig Gadreel out.

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It felt like hours passed before you heard Dean's voice over the mayhem "Gadreel!" You felt your breath catch when his still form was pulled free.

The moment he was laid down free of the building you were running to his side, your training pushing your emotions out of the way. Your hands moved of their own accord removing his helmet and ripping his jacket open as you accessed his injuries Donna working at your side.

He had a head laceration and a dislocated shoulder. "I've lost his pulse" Donna announced and you felt like your heart would stop too. You started cpr without hesitation. When you were rewarded with his steady heartbeat returning you were thankful for Dean and Benny helping to load him into the rig then riding along with you and Donna.

At the hospital you were pacing the waiting room. You hadn't been allowed to see him. No one had. Finally a nurse came out and spoke to Chief who waved you over.

She explained it was a touch and go situation and truly up to Gadreel's own body when and if he woke up but since Lisa knew all of you she would allow some of you in without officially being family. "Why me Chief?" You asked and he smiled "Honey I'm old not stupid. You're in love with him and from the way he's been acting like a whipped pup since I saw you two argue at Eileen's party he's in love with you. You're also his best friend. If anyone can cut through the fog it's you" You hugged him then followed the nurse through the winding halls.

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When she led you into his room it felt like a punch to the gut. He was bruised and bandaged. Christ why hadn't you told him before now? The image of that warehouse collapsing with him inside continued to play through your mind.

"Just page if you need anything" She said before leaving you alone. You sat in the chair next to his bed staring at his still form. “Please wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.” you didn't know what else to say. You needed him to be ok. You needed to tell him how you felt.

"I love you, you stubborn ass ok? There I admitted it. I don't care what happens next. I thought by not saying those words inevitably losing you in some way or another would hurt less but god was I wrong. Please don't leave me, not like this" you whispered the last words laying your forehead over on his arm tears dropping from your eyes onto his skin.

You thought your brain was playing tricks when you felt a slight movement to his arm but your eyes flew up to his face in enough time to see his eyes slowly open, a pained groan leaving him right before he realized who was at his bedside. He spoke your name like a question as if he couldn't believe it was really you. You swallowed hard to fight back tears before saying "It's me Gadreel. Its me"

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You stood up hitting the call button before coming back to his side "I thought you didn't love me" he said weakly as the nurse came in delighted to see he was awake and quickly checked his vitals before going in search of his doctor. You watched her go before turning back to his intense gaze "I lied. I have been in love with you for so long. I was afraid but that fear isn't nothing compared to thinking I'd lost you. I don't know if you still want us but I do love you with all my heart"

He was quiet for a moment long enough to make your heart ache "I understand if you don't want me anymore. I hurt you" "Nothing a kiss wouldn't fix" you saw a smile pulling at his lips and felt your heart give a flip "I can manage that"

You leaned down gently brushing your lips against his and despite his injuries he used his good arm to pull you closer deepening the kiss until you heard a throat clear. You looked up to see Dean and Sam standing there. Dean bumped his brother's arm "You owe me twenty"

"You bet on us?" Gadreel asked and you couldn't help but laugh when Dean shrugged "I didn't know exactly what but I knew something more was going on between you two for months. Now if you'll excuse us I'm gonna let everyone know you're ok and that you two were making out"

You watched him walk off quickly followed by Sam warning him to not invade your privacy "Our friends are insane" Gadreel laughed and you nodded "That they are" he raised his good arm to turn your face back to him "Can I hear you say it again" you leaned into his touch before saying "I love you Gadreel" he smiled before saying "I love you too even if it took a literal building falling on me to get you to admit how you feel"

You felt your cheeks warm at his words "Do you forgive me?" "Of course baby"

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Requests

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sofreddie · 2 years

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The Lion's Den Masterlist

Summary: Y/N is a high-powered businesswoman, always on the go. With her hours and crazy schedule, she doesn’t have time to date. When she needs companionship, intimacy, or even just a good time, she goes to The Lion’s Den - where no fantasy is too taboo.

Warnings: Mainly Smut, Additional Warnings on Individual Chapters.

Part 1 - Intro/Car Sex

Part 2 - Castiel/Wax Play

Part 3 - Sam/Rough Sex

Part 4 - John/Sir Kink

Part 5 - Gabriel/Sex Machine

Part 6 - Dean/Spreader Bars

Part 7 - Gadreel/Asphyxiation

Part 8 - Crowley/Marking Kink

Part 9 - Sam x Reader x Dean / Rope Bunny

*This series is COMPLETE*

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~~All Fics are NSFW 18+ ONLY~~

~~If you read something, please reblog and share!~~

Posession ~ Collaring Kink, Oral

Need It ~ Desperation, Smut

In The Dark ~ Sensory Deprivation, Light Bondage, Smut

No One Like You (Wincest) ~ Wincest, Oral

Tired and Sweaty ~ Working Out, Dry Humping

My Precious Love ~ sub!Sam, 1st Person GN!Dom!Reader

Right Here ~ Public Play, Soulless!Sam

A Game ~ Objectification!Kink, Toy Use

While We Were Sleeping ~ Backseat Loving, Smut in the Impala

End of His Rope ~ Choking, Light Bondage, Angry!Sam

So Hard Without You ~ Dirty Talk, Masturbation

Unexpected (Sam x Mick Davies) ~ Fingering, Anal Play

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𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 (𝔭𝔱6)

(Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Sam and Castiel lock Dean up after his attempt to kill Gadreel and they search to find a way to Metatron. Meanwhile you find yourself worried about Dean's progression with the mark and how it has effected him. After convincing you to let him out, Dean summons Crowley and the three of you find a way to locate Metatron.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Based on Season 9 episode 23 - major spoilers ahead. Death of a character.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫‘𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hey guys, so this chapter was a bit longer than the others and I got a little carried away with this one but I hope you enjoy!

Then...

Dean saw Gadreel and he was already on the verge of seeing nothing but red. He was the man that killed Kevin. He possessed Sam for the longest time. Now was the worst time for him to come waltzing into the bunker.

"I mean no harm." Gadreel began.

"I've thought about what you said, and you're right." He continued but it was clear that everyone in the bunker was on their guard.

"Metatron is.. Something must be done. I can give him to you, I know where he is." He said

"The bombers? Those were his agents, not yours." He said as he looked at Castiel. "I understand if you don't trust me, and I understand. But we have all made mistakes. I know I have made many. But please, give me a chance."

Dean was still so unsure about this and he honestly wasn't sure if they should take this chance. If Gadreel thought about double crossing them then...

Well, Dean walked over and offered Gadreel his hand to shake. But instead of this handshake being one that stood for an alliance, Dean pulled the First Blade from behind his back again and slashed Gadreel in the chest.

Your eyes widened when you saw Sam and Dean holding Dean back and you could tell that Dean was so far from done when it came to this specific angel.

Now...

Dean was severely pissed off that Gadreel was in the Bunker. He hated that Cass and Sam seemed to be willing to work with him after everything Gadreel put all of them through. Dean had already nearly lost his relationship with Sam over the possession fiasco. None of this felt right and he just wanted them to hurry up and find out where the Hell Metatron would be.

What was making everything so much worse was that Sam and Castiel insisted on putting Dean in the dungeon where they put Crowley. Was it really necessary to put him on lockdown like he himself was a demon or some other kind of prisoner?! They needed to come up with a plan now that Castiel lost his army. Yet Sam was insisting on locking up the only one that can tank the stupid sonofa bitch!

His mind going everywhere at once. And it didn’t help that he was feeling nauseated since Sam took the blade away.

His arm was killing him, and typically distracted himself from it with by drinking. But his bottle of Jack was already emptied and they hadn’t gone back for more, and so was the six pack they just bought. He wished Cass hadn’t knocked him out with his stupid angelic mojo that he had. Then he could take out every bad thing that’s every happened to him and Sam out on Gadreel as much as he wanted to. He hated that he was being put on the bench right now while everyone was recuperating until they find where Metatron was.

He heard the locks turning on the doors but he was caught by surprise when he glanced up and saw you coming through the door.

“What do you want?”

“To check on you. Is that a crime now, Mr. Dictator?”

Dean sighed a little, gathering you heard what he told Sam before Gadreel came onto the scene. He realized that you didn’t wait on him to tell you to shut the door, or to have a seat next to him on the concrete floor despite the devil’s trap painted all around.

“You haven’t exactly been much help lately. I thought that was the whole point of Sam asking you to come along.” Dean said with a little grumble.

“And when exactly have we had the time to actually sit down and talk so I can try? All you’ve done the past day and a half or so since I’ve met you was argue with your brother, then the angel, then you went and caught a reaper then proceeded to kill her.” He rolled his eyes at your little tangent.

“I didn’t kill her. For the last damned time she threw herself into the blade.”

“That’s another thing. You had an agreement with your brother and it was pretty shitty of you to break that deal just because of the stupid mark. And you damn well know that too.”

“Are you done lecturing me? You’re not my mother.”

“No, as a matter of fact, I’m not done.” You answered and he grunted with frustration. “If you’re so mad at the world, then why don’t you be mature about this damned mark and use it properly instead of tossing yourself into the fire or throwing stupid tantrums like a damned child?”

“I’m not throwing a tantrum.”

“You are. Your brother is worried about you and we’ve talked about that before. And I can tell you care about Sam too. But more importantly, I know you’ve been trying not to become the person you’re turning into. Cain warned you of the great cost of this mark. And everyone around you can tell that it is really changing you. But no one else can see how it’s affecting you physically.” You said and he looked at you.

When he looked at you, he could tell that there was something off about you - for a demon that is. You kind of reminded him of Crowley when he had a taste of human blood. It was weird that you were bringing up his brother in all of this, weird that you were trying to reason with him. Or maybe all of this was some big lie and you were working with Crowley just to get the blade.

“And how exactly am I supposed to ‘properly’ use it without it feeling like Hell all the time?”

“First.. tell me how you’re feeling. Right now.”

He lifted a brow and he hadn’t expected that to be the first remark about this whole thing. He looked down at his arm and oddly enough, when he thought about it, his mark wasn’t burning, itching, or driving him quite as crazy as it’s been since he got it. It’s like every time you’re near, like he’s discovered before, it was like a sense of calm similar to what the blade gave him when he held it.

“It’s… better than it’s been in the past I suppose.”

“Okay.. Is it the same feeling you get with the First Blade?” He nodded.

“I know that with this mark, it makes you irritated, easily angry almost all of the time. It makes you yearn for some kind of relief like a drug and killing is the only way to make the pain completely go and you’re on a high. I still go through it even if I’ve been in hiding all this time. I know you didn’t want to talk about it while we were in Castiel’s headquarters but… now’s a good a time as any now that it’s just this group right?” Dean supposed he couldn’t deny any of this.

“Do you trust me?” You asked him, causing Dean to look at you.

“What?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Trust is kind of an iffy word for everyone right now, you know.”

“Well yeah, being a demon doesn’t help. But I mean with this whole mark thing.” Dean thought about it for a moment and he shrugged.

“I guess so, considering…”

“I need to know just how far you’ve developed with the mark. And.. the only way I can really do that is kind of with a mind meld.”

“You mean the thing shifters do? No, I don’t think so.” He heard you groan with clear aggravation and he lifted a brow.

“Dean, do you want my help or not?”

Dean was about to argue but his head started to ache and he ended up giving in, not really wanting to put up a fight. The next thing he knew, he could feel your hand on his head.

When you placed your hand on his head, you basically had a recap of everything leading up to Dean getting the mark and the aftermath of it. It was like a montage if anything.

You saw that he was working with Crowley first behind Sam’s back to kill Abaddon. You saw when they went to the bee farm where Cain resided and you could feel the instant that Dean got the mark. The sensation and adrenaline rush was something indescribable. Then there was the first time he held the First Blade in his hands. The moment that Dean knew he couldn’t be stopped. You saw the first time that he killed with it, then the next time, then the time he finally got to kill your mother.

That sight was something to behold for you. You saw just how powerful Dean was becoming with the mark since he was able to withstand the force Abaddon had when she tried to pin him against the wall. You could see Dean walk to the Knight of Hell and it took one stab through the abdomen to kill her. But it wasn’t enough. You could feel how the mark overtook Dean and he straddled the Knight, stabbing her over and over again until his hand was soaked with red and his face and clothes were covered with blood. The overkill was too much, yet so satisfying for him and he needed that release up until Sam got him to stop.

Now it was at the point where you could see why Dean felt the need to take the blade everywhere with him.

When you took your hand away and you looked at Dean, you could see that his face was getting pale. He got up and ran to the corner of the room, causing you to cringe when Dean practically spilled his guts in the corner. You looked away as you heard him coughing up whatever he ate and when it was over, you looked over at him and he was looking at himself in the mirror you didn’t know was there.

You saw the look of worry in his face and when you squinted, you saw the red on the corner of his lips before he used his sleeve to wipe up the blood as best as he could from his mouth.

“So… Crowley was the one that got you into this hole Cain mess, huh?” You asked.

“Oh bite me.” He grumbled and you watched Dean gather some supplies.

“What are you doing?”

“Grabbing the shit I need to talk to Crowley. He's the one that got me into this damned mess, so he can tell me what’s going on with me.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m right here, and I could always tell you so you don’t have to go running off with the guy you want to kill again.” You reminded.

You watched Dean turn his head towards you before he sighed and walked over. He sat down in front of you while you were still in the devil’s trap.

“I can’t turn whatever this is off. Ever since Abaddon… I need to kill. It’s more than just that junkie kind of feeling now. It’s constantly eating at me and if I don’t kill-“

“You find your guts are being vomited out.”

“Thanks for putting it lightly.” He rolled his eyes and you sighed at how stubborn he was.

“You’re in this pretty deep, Dean. Honestly I don’t know how much help I can be at this point. You guys should have come sooner.” You sight before continuing.

“All of this is because of the mark. I can tell you that much. The mark wants you to kill, it’s trying to take control in a way. The more you kill, the better you feel. The less you kill… well you get the idea from exhibit A.” You said and pointed at the disgusting puddle in the corner. “And if you don’t I’m afraid that you’ll.. well…”

“Die? You’re not dead, and neither is Cain.”

“The difference is that dear old Dad and I are demons, remember? You’re human… The blade is an unbelievably powerful thing for any mortal. Your body is just not strong enough to take in all that power.”

“What so you’re saying I can’t handle this Metatron thing?” He asked getting on the defensive and you rolled your eyes.

“No, dumbass. No human is able to contain that much power. It’s nothing personal. Hell if it didn’t effect humans this bad I’s say you’re one of the best candidates out there. Cain knew what he was doing when he gave you his curse.”

Then you could see the wheels turning in Dean’s mind. You tilted your head and wondered what he was thinking about. Was it the thought of dying that was holding him back? Was he wondering if Sam would bother to bring him back after this mess?

“What if I got rid of it?”

The fact that dean came up with that thought sort of surprised you. You weren’t sure if he really meant what he asked or if he just didn’t want to barf up his intestines again. This was a side of Dean you hadn’t come across yet and you had to admit, it was a little worrisome. Even for you.

“Is that something you actually want?” You asked.

“What I want is Metatron dead… that’s the main priority. Then everything else we can get sorted out later. But I need you to help me out.”

You gazed up at the green-eyed hunter and you knew that this probably wouldn’t end well with his never-ending sibling drama. A part of you knew he may die, whether its because of Metatron or because of the mark if Sam an Dean couldn’t get it off in time since that was a seemingly new idea for Dean. But you knew how important this Metatron case was for the boys.

You sighed and you stood up, “Well, you can’t expect me to help you if I’m in the devil’s trap, can you?”

And for the first time since you’ve met the man, Dean smirked. It wasn’t a smile, but it was close enough. It was odd being smiled at by a hunter. But you watched him break out his pocket knife and scrape the floor so you had a way out.

“While you’re at it, you might as well summon Crowley now too. I’ve got a couple of bones to pick with him myself.”

Then you disappeared from Dean’s sight.

You and Dean made it out of the Bunker only to realize that Sam, Castiel and Gadreel were gone. So you took the opportunity to take the blade and flee the Bunker. Although you didn't like the fact that Crowley was sitting in the Impala with you and Dean on the way to wherever the Winchester planned on driving to.

Dean's phone was going off yet again and you knew that it was Dean. You knew how concerned that Sam was and you hoped that Dean knew what he was doing. What if they were coming up with a different plan and Dean wasn't there to hear it?

You, Dean and Crowley made it to Dean's little destination of sorts. Another bar - big surprise there. But you all stepped out of the car, Dean had the blade in one hand and a laptop tucked beneath his arm.

You sat down at the table quietly as Dean opened up his laptop and initially, Dean only ordered a coffee. But then Crowley rambled about something you didn't care to pay attention. But the King of Hell convinced Dean to at least order something to eat. Although you weren't sure if he'd actually eat based on you witnessing him getting sick back in that little dungeon.

"So... you actually exist." Crowley said, shifting his small talk to you since Dean was being mostly unresponsive and too focused on his computer screen since Sam wasn't here to do the research for him.

"Yeah. Can't say the same for two of your demons. Thanks for that by the way." You said spitefully.

You watched the suit wearing demon with the accent lean back in his chair, more intrigued with you rather than fearful of you.

"Forgive me. I needed your assistance with something but I see Moose and Squirrel got to you first."

"Moose and wha-"

"Dumb pet names he calls Sam and me." Dean answered without looking up and you hummed.

"Oh... Well yeah. Your little 'Moose' and the angel I assume had the idea to find me." You replied to the other demon.

"Now, why the Hell were you looking for me? You already got Dean into this mess with Cain, you even got him involved with the First Blade."

"I told you, I needed some assistance. Wanting some information on the blade and see what you knew about it when it effects the humans. I may or may not have been planning to tell you where the blade was, send you to the Winchesters so you could reclaim the blade."

"Oh yay, love a good betrayal." You rolled your eyes. "But we're sort of set on killing Metatron if you couldn't tell."

"Yes, of course. I can see that." The King said before he tilted his head a little, "Although I have wondered, why have you decided to go into hiding like your father. Especially now that your mother is dead. It isn't like her demons will be able to bring you back to Hell so why stay in hiding?"

"Remanences of my teen rebellion I guess. Didn't want to go back because all she wanted me for was to kill Cain with the First Blade. Never did, obviously. Never went back because I didn't want to care enough to go back. If I wanted to torture demons or other souls for the hell of it, I could summon demons, angels, I can hunt monsters or whatever I want to. I've stayed away from humans because well, their disappearances draw too much attention." You said and you smirked for a moment.

"Although, killing you next might be fun since the hunter's got the claim on Metatron."

"Well anyway, what about you, Dean? Is this what you and Sam do all the time? Just go to bars and search for cases? Maybe partake in the local... entertainment?"

You saw Dean glare at the other demon over the laptop.

"Don't you ever wonder if there's more than just this?" Crowley looked back at Dean and he shrugged a little, "I kicked the human blood."

"Oh so you're back to being a full metal douche, huh? You want a teddy bear or a cookie?"

"Just trying to make conversation, Squirrel."

"How's Hell, Crowley?" He asked and looked at the King of the underworld, clearly not genuinely giving a crap about whatever the answer would be.

"Hell's fine... Like a Swiss watch. Don't worry about it."

Then there were a few seconds of silence where Dean looked at Crowley with a skeptical look on his face and you lifted a brow slightly.

"Hell's complicated."

"No no no, Game of Thrones is complicated. Hell's not complicated. Shower sex, not that's complicated, don't get me started, but Hell? No, that's not complicated. The only problem Hell has is you."

You were caught up with the line about human blood. Demons could take human blood? How did it effect a demon?

"Wait, demons can be injected with human blood? How the hell does that work" You asked, interrupting their conversation.

"Same as injecting heroine really. It acts like a drug. You can cure a demon and when my brother was on a task to close the gates of Hell he had to do some trials and one of them was to cure a demon." Dean answered and you looked at the hunter with surprise.

Curing a demon? That was something you had never heard of and that idea was... interesting in a way. You weren't sure if you wanted to test that on yourself but the idea made you curious.

Anyway, while Dean and Crowley talked about what was going on with Metatron and Dean's plans, other demons came along and you lifted a brow when they brought a phone to Crowley.

"Well, now... looks like your angel has gone viral." The King of Hell said and he handed the phone over to Dean.

You scooted your chair over and leaned in so you could see the video, and there he was. That toad-faced bastard was on YouTube and evidently a woman almost died. Or maybe she was dead. Then Metatron came and healed her and he whispered something in the woman's ear. When someone asked who he was, he gave Marv as his name.

When the video was done you put your chair back where it was, "What the hell kind of a name is Marv?" You asked and leaned back against the chair, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You think this is funny?" Dean asked you, but you brushed him off.

"This was taken a few hours ago in Indiana." Crowley interrupted and that was when Dean shut the laptop and started to get up.

"Woah woah woah, you aren't going to eat your food?" Crowley asked. You watched Dean toss a couple of dollars on the table.

"Not hungry."

You watched Dean leave the bar and you sighed a little before you got off the chair but then you felt a hand on your arm. You turned while Crowley looked at you.

"Why are you insistent on staying? You know you can't help the lad. You could leave now and no one could blame you. You and I both know you don't care enough of this whole mess to kill Metatron with the blade, so it is still Dean's quest. So why stay if you can't give him any advice on the mark after all?"

You looked at the short, balding demon, "I don't owe you any kind of explanation for what I do."

You shrugged your arm away and the two of you went to follow Dean and you climbed into the passenger's seat.

He did give you a little food for thought, though.

Why did you decide to stay? He was right, you gave Dean the necessary information he could get for his progression with the mark. The brothers were a little too late in finding you to prevent his condition from getting worse, so you could have left forever ago.

Somewhere down the line, Crowley was able to locate where the woman in the YouTube video lived. So now the three of you were riding along in Dean's car to that location.

You glanced over at Dean since you were in the passenger's seat beside him. You felt something strange towards him and it wasn't because of the mark. It was something in your chest but it wasn't making you happy. It was sort of making you feel some sort of pity for this man.

What would happen if he failed? He would never be the same again. He would lose everything now that he was on this path. You wondered if that was why he was set on following through with this without Sam.

The thought of all of this was honestly making you ache and you forced yourself to look away and you looked through the windshield.

Dean could feel your gaze on him and he didn't like whatever feeling it was giving him that went along with your look. He didn't like feeling pitied by demons. Especially not one like you.

He couldn't wait to get this thing with Metatron over with. But he knew the potential cost of this thing. He knew that this wouldn't be easy, and he knew that his little brother may hate him for this.

He didn't expect for his brother to bring him back.. not this time. Not after all the lies Dean told Sam about Gadreel in the past. Not after all the arguments they've been having lately. Not after trying to bring Sam back when he wasn't ready to come back.

There were times, rare moments but enough to make Dean wonder, if Dean should have even made Sam help him look for their father all those years ago.

Sam was going to college, he had a life lined up for him. Dean knew that he messed it all up by going to get Sam that day. But he didn't want to do this alone. He knew that he probably would not have lived this long if it wasn't for Sammy.

Dean looked at you for a moment while you were seemingly focused on the road ahead of them and he noticed your brows seemed to be knitted together. Could you be worried about something? What did someone like you have to be worried about.

The hunter's jaw tensed before he looked out of the windshield again before he reached beside him and held one of your hands.

He'd noticed that whenever you two had touched hands it brought calm for him and he wondered if you could feel that way too.

"Look... I'm sorry you got roped into all this thanks to Sam. Nobody asked you to stay but... thanks for sticking around anyway."

He could tell with his peripheral vision that you looked at him yet again. Then he could feel you clasp his hand with the one he was already holding.

"It's not like I had anywhere else to be. Besides, Metatron sounds like a dick-bag and I want to see how this ends." He heard you say, causing him to grin a little. it had been a while since he had been able to grin or smile. It was a nice change, even if it would be short lived.

He didn't know what was going on with him, but was it wrong to feel this way for a demon? Maybe it was just the mark and the fact that you had one too. Maybe it was the fact that only you could truly understand what he was going through and you've been the only one outside of the blade to make him feel steady.

He was sure as Hell that this wasn't anything like love. Just an infatuation he supposed. An interest that would go nowhere, especially with a demon. He got enough shit from even working with Crowley.

He gave your hand a slight squeeze before letting go and he placed his hand on the wheel again, focusing on the road.

Finally, Dean pulled up to the trailer where their new lead lived but unfortunately he saw Sam there undoubtedly waiting for them.

Dean stepped out of the car and for some reason, Crowley did too.

"Well, it doesn't take demons to follow a lead. Remember? We used to be pretty good without them." Sam said, causing Dean to scowl again.

"If this is some kind of intervention again, Sammy, you know it's not gonna work. I know what i have to do and you aren't going to stop me whether I like it or not."

"Alright, alright. I know you don't want to be stopped or you think you can't be stopped or whatever. But did you really have to summon Crowley for all this? You're better than that, Dean, and you know that."

"He wasn't the one that was trying to lock me up! Or did you already forget about that? I swear the hair product shit you use must be doing something with that memory of yours."

"Um, hello! Can you guys stop the bickering or five seconds so we can focus here?!" Both the boys heard you shout from the other side of the car and Sam sighed.

"Look, I know that our options are limited, Dean. And, and I know that you're our best shot." Sam began, trying to be open minded and see if Dean was willing to cooperate with him.

"You wanna know what Metatron said to the lady in the video right?" Dean nodded, "I'll tell you but we have to get one thing straight. You and I are in this together, no more running off with the King of Hell."

"Ouch, I'm right here, Moose." Crowley piped up and Dean looked over at the demon, then back at his brother.

Dean turned around and looked at Crowley and he put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and told Crowley rather bluntly, "Look, Crowley, you once told me that you were tired of being on this hamster wheel. So this is your ticket off."

When you saw the look on Crowley's face, he seemed almost hurt in a way.

"Ahh... I see. I suppose I've been Winchester'd." He said and the King looked at you.

"Don't get overly attached to these two. They'll use you up and spit you out. they're worse than the demons I command." He warned you, then with the snap of a finger he was gone.

You looked from where Crowley was standing to the two boys. Then you looked at Dean. He took a step towards you and you clenched your jaw before shutting the door.

"Don't bother contradicting what he said, Dean." You said, you could see him freeze in his tracks.

"Y/N, it's not like that. Crowley's been an eternal pain in the ass since we met the guy and he's been on out hit list for years." Dean began and you interrupted him.

"Oh so if I prove not to be useful, I'll be next? Not that fighting a Winchester doesn't sound interesting, especially since I know I'd win even without the blade, but now it doesn't even seem worth the effort anymore." You said.

"You said yourself, I didn't have to stay. Honestly I don't know why I did."

"Y/N, wait-" Sam called out but by the time he could try to intervene and both the boys walked over to try and talk to you.

Your eyes glowed red and you held out your hand, causing them to freeze in their tracks and cringe with pain. Seeing them in pain was exhilarating for you. The deepest and darkest part of you was even enjoying this because it had been so long since you had brought pain to humans. Their lives were in your hands in that very moment.

However, you knew that their task was important. You knew that is was so you released them from your grasp.

"Don't look for me. Either of you."

After those words, you were gone.

Dean had remained quiet the entire drive to the next known location of Metatron. Sam had filled him in on Castiel and Gadreel's plan in Heaven and that they needed him to simply stall. That he thought he'd be able to do. Then his mind drifted.

He was replaying that afternoon's events over and over again, wondering how they could have been different.

He barely had the chance to explain that he wanted you to stay. Judging by the way Sam tried to step in, he may have wanted you to stay too. He couldn't deny that he and his brother did have a reputation of using demons. But they used humans just as much!

"You alright?" Dean heard his brother ask.

He lifted a brow and glanced at Sam for a moment before looking at the road again.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean about Y/N." Sam began.

"I mean, I know that you've been on edge lately before she came around, and you were still on edge even after she came around but... You sort of seemed to have some kind of level headed moments. Even if you didn't kill Tessa."

Dean was stunned that Sam was talking about Tessa again, even more shocked that he seemed to finally believe that he didn't kill Tessa after all.

"It's a part of life, Sam. People come and go. I'll be fine." Dean said.

"You will be, but you aren't right now. What if we found some way to track her like you and Crowley did with Cain?" Sam suggested and Dean gripped his steering wheel.

"Will you just drop it already!? You and Cass were the ones that brought her into our lives in the first place! We've already pissed her off and I'm not going to have her kill us just because she left and we looked for her when she told us to stay away."

When Sam went quiet, Dean sighed before speaking again.

"Let's just focus on killing Metatron. Then.. if you want to go looking for Y/N again, then fine." He compromised.

The truth was, though, he wasn't sure if he'd live long enough to go looking for Y/N. If this mark was going to kill him, he knew that Metatron had to be the priority. He didn't know how much longer he had left even if he wanted to look for you.

Soon enough, Sam and Dean pulled up to the location and they got out of the car.

When the brothers made their way to the trunk, Dean opened it up and he thought about it for a moment while he stared at the tools and weapons.

"Listen Sam... about these past few months.."

"I know... It's been a lot, but we're okay." Sam reassured, knowing his big brother had never been fond of chick-flick moments. Then Sam took the First blade and he handed it to Dean.

"Now before we find some other thing to fight about, you ready to fight this son of a bitch?" Before Sam could get an answer, all he saw was black.

Dean watched his brother fall and he lowered his arm after knocking his brother out.

"Sorry, Sammy... this isn't your fight."

You had been following the Impala for the last several hours.

Yes you were still hurt at the idea that maybe one day they'd only use you up like they did Crowley, but you meant what you told Dean in the car. You wanted to see how this ends and you wanted to see Metatron dead just as much as they did.

You watched over Dean as he walked through the alley full of the homeless people Metatron was trying to impress. You still thought Marv was a stupid name.

You watched Dean finally find Metatron and you could feel what Dean was feeling. You could feel the anticipation the mark was giving him and the urge to slit his throat there. He didn't look like a difficult target.

Dean and Metatron were down there trash talking since you were upstairs watching below. You couldn't really hear what the two were saying but whatever it was, you could tell that this guy was getting on Dean's last nerve.

You could hear snippets of Dean and Metatron going back and forth about how Metatron was nothing but a fake, something about God not truly caring enough for humanity but Metatron knew every human's name. There was something about Dean commenting about Metatron having his name on every bumper sticker and replacing God's name in the Bible. then there was something about Metatron asking Dean of he could blame him for some kind of recognition.

You could tell how angry that made Dean when he started blaming Metatron for different deaths of who you presumed were Dean's friends. One name stuck out to you, Kevin. You had heard something about a prophet dying, a kid at that.

"Come on, Dean... You can do this..." You whispered to yourself and that was when you saw a fight finally start and you winced when you saw Metatron practically fling Dean around like a ragdoll.

You sighed and you sat down while you watched, hoping Dean would get a grip. He did for a while but when the close combat started, you were getting worried.

You could hear Sam in the distance looking for Dean and you knew this wouldn't be good. Any kind of distraction could be fatal right now especially if it was his brother.

"Don't focus on that, Dean. Focus on the fight!" You said, more to yourself so you wouldn't distract him.

But from what you could see, dean was getting beat up pretty bad and your heart was racing. That worry was back and you head that you were worrying for a human but you couldn't help it. You wanted to do something. Anything, if you could.

This couldn't be happening. Things couldn't end for the hunter this way. Dean still had so much he could do, so much he needed to do. Sam still needed him and even you could see that.

You teleported down and saw the fight up close. Dean was leaning up against a large Conex box used for storage on ships or trains. He was beaten and bloody and he was holding out his hand for the blade.

By the time he got the blade, Metatron was standing over him.

"Dean!" You cried out but it was too late.

Metatron stabbed Dean with the angel blade and Sam was already running over to see if Dean was okay.

While you watched Sam run to his brother, you felt something on the inside of you bubbling up. The familiar rage and the burning in your arm returned.

You held out your hand and the First Blade was snatched from Dean's hand into your own.

The moment you held that blade in your hand again, you felt its power surging through you once again. You had almost forgotten what it was like to hold the magnificent weapon.

"Y/N! Don't!" You could hear Dean calling you but you didn't care to hear it as you teleported in front of Metatron, grabbing him by the collar.

"A pathetic, sorry excuse, for a low class Angel. I've fought archangels mightier than you." You seethed and Metatron laughed.

"Wow.. not only is there an angel I know that loves humanity... but am I gathering the fact that a demon loves humanity too? What are the odds of that?" You could hear the angel speak and your eyes went red.

You used the blade and stabbed Metatron in the abdomen, in a spot where he wouldn't die quickly. But he'd die slowly, painfully and he would be able to feel the life exiting his body.

Besides, Castiel ran into you when you left the boys and you knew they needed this scum bag alive. That was the only reason you didn't kill him outright. If they wanted to heal him, they could.

You could feel the ground beneath you beginning to shake and you looked around.

"The tablet..." You could hear Metatron speak and he disappeared. You assumed it was to Heaven but you ran back to Sam and Dean.

You saw from a distance that Sam was carrying Dean.

"Come one, we need to get you to a hospital." You could faintly hear Sam say. You wanted to know what they were saying clearer so you stepped closer and hid behind a corner.

"No, it's better this way... This mark... i-it's turning me into something I don't wanna be..." You heard Dean speak and you could feel something inside of you beginning to break.

"I have to say something.. It's important." You could hear Dean say as he was holding onto his brother.

Sam carefully set Dean down so he could speak. Sam must've known Dean was losing a lot of strength and a lot of blood.

"I'm proud of us..."

You could tell those were Dean's last words to Sam as he fell onto Sam's shoulder. Sam sat him up and cupped his face and you could hear him call out Dean's name a few times as if to try and wake him up but it was too late...

Watching Sam mourn and hold his brother woke up something in you.

The bond that the brothers had was unbreakable. You've never witnessed something like this up close and seeing someone mourn the death of a loved one like this... You didn't know how humans could do it. It had to take some kind of strength. You knew you didn't have what it took to be a human, but you could finally say you understood why the brothers do what they do. You see why they care and you can see why they love...

You wanted so badly to walk over and say something to Sam, but you didn't know what you should say.

So... into the shadows you returned, leaving the blade behind and abandoning it despite the urge to bring it along with you.

Sam had placed Dean's dead body onto his mattress since they had returned to the bunker. Little did Sam know what the future would hold.

For in that very moment, the mark was beginning to transform Dean. He was in some sort of interval between life and death. The mark wouldn't let go so easily.

Dean's soul was starting to become more and more corrupted because of the mark and yet he felt like he was in some kind of void.

"Your brother, bless is soul... is in the process of summoning me to bring you back." Dean could almost hear a familiar voice. He knew it was Crowley and even the thought of him being close to his dead body was made him feel sick.

"The whole making a deal to bring you back thing. It's so expected, part of the same dance routine. Predictable and rather worn I should say."

Why couldn't Dean move? He could hear Crowley speaking to him about his brother and for some reason, he was starting to care less and less about what his brother was doing in that moment. Why was that happening to him? He wanted to stay with his brother but the other half of him couldn't care less if he was mourning.

"It doesn't matter if he wants to bring you back, Dean. It won't matter to anyone if you still have your humanity."

There was a second voice in his head and it sounded like himself, but Dean wasn't speaking. Another being came into Dean's view and it was an image of himself with the blackened eyes of a demon.

"Let go of that humanity. Live for yourself and chase your heart's desires. Chase them no matter how ugly and warped those desires may be." The demon was beginning to tell him.

When the comment of deep, dark and ugly desires were mentioned, Dean could feel his heart swell at the thought of killing anyone and everything - but he wouldn't be alone. His desire was to have you there by his side. The one woman who could even start to fathom what this hell has been like for him. You could share that together.

His desire was to slaughter millions together. Even if something like that was so incredibly wrong.

"You have to believe me when I say I didn't know this would happen, Dean. It's important that you know that when I told you to take on the Mark of Cain I didn't know this would happen. Not really. But perhaps I didn't tell you everything..."

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Dean just wanted to die before he could turn into whatever was standing right in front of him. He didn't want to be a demon. He didn't want to be a killer, but everything inside of him was craving that darkness, let himself indulge in those desires.

"I never lied, Dean. It's fundamental that you know that. But this story.. I may have forgotten to tell you..."

"Evidently, Cain was even willing to accept death rather than turn into the killing machine that the mark wanted him to be. So, he used the First Blade on himself. But.. the mark never quite let go."

Dean was listening to this and he looked back at the demon version of himself who was smiling wickedly.

"I know, interesting isn't it? Just the fact that even Cain was in the same position you are in now? That's pretty impressive that you could be in the same shoes as the Father of Murder himself." The demon laughed, making Dean's stomach churn.

"I didn't tell you about this because well, why get excited over something that may or may not even be true? A waste of time to get excited over speculation."

"It wasn't until you summoned me and I saw your current state, wasn't until I realized you wouldn't even eat a cheeseburger that I decided... what if I gave believing a shot? Maybe miracles really do come true."

Dean looked down at his hands. If Cain couldn't defeat this, why should he fight the inevitable? He had been doing it all his life, fighting for Free Will but this... This was different. And he was so tired of fighting..

When Dean looked up at the demon version of himself, he was offering out a hand, "Come on.. what do you say? Give up being human and have a taste of real freedom."

Then Dean felt something else in his hand. It was the First Blade and he looked at it. When did they get this? Last he remembered, you had taken it. Where did Crowley get it.

Either way, he was feeling more alive in that moment than he had felt in years.

"Listen to me, Dean. What you're feeling right now? It's not death... it's life. A new kind of life..."

Dean looked at the demon and he had already had Dean's hand clasped, mark to mark. "It's go time Baby."

"Open your eyes, Dean. See what I see... Feel what I feel. And let's go take a howl at that moon."

The next thing Dean knew he could finally open his blackened, demonic eyes and embrace the demon he finally became.

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