Could you write an Angel!reader x sam and maybe they’re
on a hunt and Castiel comes and knows the reader? That would make me
so happy thank you!
it is, I hope you like it! Thanks!<3
Back straight, shoulders back. You’re almost entirely sure that the
man stood before you is the one you’re looking for. Usually, you can
tell with these people, but the witch in question has cast a spell
over the town that’s ‘made your mojo go wonky’, as Dean so eloquently
put it. You can hardly tell who’s who around here, and it’s as if
their souls – which you usually see with such clarity – have been
obscured by a greying mist, and your grace seems to be significantly
weakened here, so you’ve had to get through this the old fashioned
“Well,” You say firmly, “I’m sure we’ll find the culprit. Thank
you for your time.”
You finish with a sarcastic smile, before turning away and striding
back to Sam, who matches your pace as you leave the building.
This man, if you’re to be correct, has killed no less than eighteen
people over the last month. All blood sacrifices to whatever demon
“It’s definitely him.” You whisper, “Definitely.”
“How do you know?”
“He has this marking. Upper left arm.” You say under your breath,
“I don’t know what it is, but I do know that it’s ancient.”
“Ancient marking. Got it. Could you recreate it?”
“Good. Let’s get back to the motel and see what it means.” He
smiles, and once you’re out of view, he wraps an arm around your
waist, “Get this case over with so we can get out of here. I know
you have having your grace muffled.”
“It’s fine.” You assure him – or, yourself. Sure, you can fight
– you’re a soldier, after all – but hell, not having that
seemingly infinite power at your disposal does little to help out.
“Whatever.” He raises an eyebrow and you laugh, letting go of him
so you can get into the car.
“Dean? You still here?” Sam asks as he pushes the door open. Dean
looks over from his conversation with another guy – you don’t
recognise him, as such. It’s only when you sneak a peek at his soul
that you find something else entirely. Pure grace shines through the
haze and he must see the same in you, as his eyes widen.
“Y/N?” He whispers, almost entirely disbelieving, “You – you
“Dead?” You offer, and he nods. You shrug, “So were you.”
“That’s what they told you?”
“I was told that you had encouraged a rebellion and had
subsequently been eliminated.” You speak softly – you hadn’t
wanted to believe that he was gone, but he had to be, right? But,
now, he stands before you, seemingly unharmed.
“I heard through the grapevine that you’d been killed in a
“I had to fake it. The war…” You shudder at the memories, “It
was brutal on us all, Castiel. I ran.”
“I don’t blame you.” He says quietly, moving closer to you, “It’s
not our home when we’re not safe anymore.”
He suddenly embraces you, hugging you tight.
You’d known each other fairly well in heaven. He’d been just one
level above you in command and so you’d spent time organising and
planning together. You’d gotten on well, with minds working in the
same way. When he’d gone – after apparently inciting a rebellion,
no less, you’d been floored. Castiel was so logical, so knowledgable
about the world and the people and things in it… you couldn’t help
but wonder if there was a reason he’d rebelled.
“Uh… guys?” Sam asks after a moment. You pull away from Cas,
shooting a smile at your boyfriend.
“Care to explain?” He asks, evidently somewhat confused about
what you’re doing with the other angel. You laugh.
“We knew each other in heaven.” You explain, “I haven’t seen
him in a long time.”
“Well, we can catch up later.” Dean says, “As in, once we’ve
finished this job. Y/N, what did you get from our friend over
there?” He asks, and the four of you get down to work to solve the case.