Castiel, the angel who fell for the humans.
Gabriel, the angel who just wanted peace.
Lucifer, the angel who loved his father too much.
Gadreel, the angel who was blamed.
Anna, the angel who just wanted to feel something.
Micheal, the angel who was a good soldier.
And Balthazar, the angel who unsunk the titanic because he hated the movie.
Gonna start an apocalypse, gonna meet my son
*Double doors fly open, slamming against the walls*
What's up Daddy-O? Want some candy? How bout some whiskey? I looove humans so much, angels need to learn to be forgiving ya know? Oh, oh, I watched Brokeback Mountain last night and let me tell you-
*Sneering at the other angels* What the fuck have you idiots done to my son?
Made him awesome
Introduced him to television
Let him have a heart
Taught him to be a badass, but also forgiving
Taught him drama and love
I'll. kill. you all!
Shut up dickbutt! God, you're so whiney. My son loves humans wahhh! Daddy doesn't love me waah. Boring
The Angels helping you after your first broken heart
Warnings : Angst
You used to think you were incapable of romantic feelings, that was, until you met him. He flipped your world around, made you feel things you didn’t even know were possible, and then, he dropped you as if you were nothing to him. It hurt more than any physical wound ever had.
You spent your nights in tears and your days trying to figure out what you did wrong. You were a mess, to say the least.
“(Y/n), you need to get outside.” Castiel held you in his lap, letting you rest your head on his chest. “The Winchesters are starting to pray to me in hopes that I’ll bring you back to them. I know you’re hurt-”
“Cas, please.” You almost sobbed. He noticed the tears in your voice and squeezed you a little tighter.
“Okay.” He whispered, resting his chin on your head. “I’ve got you..”
“There we go.” Gabriel hummed his contentment, turning you towards the mirror so you could admire his work. Your hair was curled, beautifully framing your face.
“Wow, Gabe.” You allowed yourself to smile at your reflection. You hadn’t done your hair or makeup since he left you, so the change took you off guard. “Thank you..”
“No, thank you for being my canvas.” The angel tugged on one of your curls and then let go, watching it bounce back in place. “You’re gorgeous, ya know that?” You shook your head, smiling a bit. It could have been mistaken for nervousness, but nothing ever got passed Gabriel. “I’m serious, (Y/n). Listen, I, um.. Well, I know that you’ve been questioning yourself lately. You don’t feel beautiful anymore and I hate that because when I look at you, I see absolute perfection. You truly are the finest thing my father ever created.” Your heart felt like a balloon by the end of Gabriel’s declaration. You didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t speak. You threw your arms around him and hugged him so tight that you felt him struggle for air. “C'mon, babe, women can only handle me in small doses. Don’t over do it.”
Balthazar had a different method of mending a broken heart and you couldn’t really say that you were disappointed.
“Alright, doll, drink up.” He handed you a small glass of amber liquid and you drank without hesitation. “Slowly.” Balthazar scolded with a grin.
“Shut up.” You waved him off, setting the empty glass on the table as the room began spinning. “Woah..” You swayed in your seat, falling over on the angel’s shoulder.
“Told you so.” He sighed, sipping on the liquor. “Nothing eases the human body like alcohol and sex.”
“One down.” You rolled over so that you could lay your head in his lap and look up at him. “How about the latter?” You winked.
“Oh, you would suggest that when you’re vulnerable and I have to say no, you little minx.” Balthazar groaned. “Another time.” He kissed your head and settled for running his fingers through your hair.
“I’ll kill him.” Lucifer promised. You shook your head, grinning at the fuming angel.
“Want to?” You joked, but you knew your jokes would fuel him. “Wanna be my accomplice?”
“Darling, I’ll do the job myself.” You knew he was serious. The devil would do anything for you as long as you said please.
“I don’t need him dead.” You sighed and watched his face fall with disappointment. “I want him to live a long life, knowing he lost the best thing that has ever happened to him. He’ll suffer.” You watched Lucifer’s mouth slowly turn into a sinister smirk.
“You really are malicious.” He purred, moving closer to you.
Imagine The Angels (+god) Having To Watch Over You And Having To Take Shifts
Michael comes Monday’s and is no fun at all (you making fun of him for being like the London guards with the big hats)
Gabriel visits you and the Winchesters on Tuesday’s ;)
Balthazar comes to celebrate “Hump Day” which you think is silly to get drunk every time
Cas comes Thursday’s and you play Monopoly and Sorry
Lucifer comes Friday’s to party and pick on the boys (dean yelling about how they could let him watch over you)
Samandriel comes Saturday’s, and doesn’t let you out of his sight (having to scold him once for privacy after you went to shower and him accidentally popping in, and he apologizes for the rest of the day)
And God comes Sunday’s and you inform him (gossip) of everything his sons have done through out the week
You have each of them wrapped around your finger by week 3(Michael too serious and a little stuck up to admit it), and always pranking the boys with you. (They always seem up for that)