character: samandriel

Everyone wants Balthazar and Gabriel back

but what about Samandriel

just look at this lil cutie

how can you resist this

and he was actually a good guy okay actually a good angel like how rare is that



You : What the Devil are you?! (Sorry I’m addicted to those books, You know, the Tim Burton like drawing fictional books)

Change of Clothes

Anonymous said: Can I request a Samandriel one shot where he’s finally willing to try on new clothes (and using Alfie’s memory it was easy) and the reader shows him what the rest of the mall is like and he’s fascinated with all the different kinds of shops?

A/N: okay, so this week I’ll be a little more busy with school than I thought, but since I have Friday free I should be able to complete all the requests by then or Saturday. Anyhow, I’m sorry this is so short!

Word count: 589

Relationship: Samandriel/Reader

Warnings: none.


You sighed as you looked throughout the men’s clothes section. Samandriel was taking quite a while to get changed, but he had stammered he was fine after you offered him help changing. So now you were looking for more stuff for him to try on, as if the piles of clothes he had already went through was not enough. But in the end it was worth it, you decided, after all, Samandriel was finally cooperating with you about his look.

“(Y/N)?” You heard his tentative voice call, and you quickly headed to the changing rooms section. Samandriel was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans with a white long sleeve shirt. The shirt toned the muscles that the vessel, Alfie, had from playing tennis, as Samandriel recalled. You looked away, blushing.

“You look great,” you commented, making Samandriel smile. “C’mon, let’s you some clothes like that.”

You left the shop about twenty minutes later, paying with the money you had taken out of Dean’s wallet. Since you still had plenty of time before the Winchesters would start worrying about you, you took your angel (not that you would ever admit calling him that) to the food court, simply getting a milkshake.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” You asked him again, trying to break the silence that had settled at your table.

“I assure you I’m perfectly fine, (Y/N),” Samandriel smiled, “I’m an angel, I don’t need food, but thank you for asking.”

“Sure,” you said, the corners of your smile tilting upwards. “So, anything you want to look at or should we just head to the Bunker?”

“Well, this mall does seem interesting,” he said, his innocent blue eyes looking around. “And I do enjoy spending time you greatly.”

“Cool,” you said, once again feeling your face heat up. You stood up, throwing the empty container in to the trash. “Shall we take a look around, angel of The Lord?”

Samandriel laughed and you took his hand, dragging him to all kind of different shops. He got pretty entertained in the pet shop, and you had to drag him out of there before he adopted every single animal.

“I’m sure Sam wouldn’t mind a dog,” you tried to explain, your heart breaking at his sadden eyes, “but you know Dean. Not even Castiel could get him to allow an animal in the Bunker.”

“But the puppy was so adorable,” he sighed miserably. “And even more so since it kind of looked like you.”

You sat him down on a bench near a kid’s toy store. You couldn’t contain your curiosity anymore, and after all the teasing that Sam and Dean constantly gave you about Samandriel liking you, you simply had to ask.

“Samandriel, do you, um, do you like me?” You whispered, praying that his response wouldn’t crush your heart.

“Of course I like you,” Samandriel said instantly. “Friends tend to like each other, right?”

You giggled slightly, “Samandriel, I mean if you like me like, well, like a couple likes each other.”

Understanding dawned on his face, and you saw as his face became red.



“Honestly, (Y/N), I think I love you,” he said with honesty. “You’re kind, and smart, and funny. You’ve even helped me adapt to human life. I couldn’t see myself with someone else than you.”

You were shocked by his words, and pulled him into a quick kiss, not being one for great displays of affection in public.

“I love you too,” you replied, making Samandriel grin.

Ruffled Feathers

I can has request? ★~(◠‿◕✿) may I have any type of Samandriel wink!kink? If I can’t than that’s ok too. Thanks in advance!

This was my first ever wing!kink one shot so please bear with me, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 848

Reader Gender: Neutral 


You were sitting in the bunker, bored out of your mind.  Sam and Dean were out on a supply run, leaving you with the bunker all to yourself.  So you did the same thing any hunter on their day off would do.  Watch Doctor Sexy MD in your underwear and an oversized plaid shirt.

You were about 20 minutes into the show when you heard the familiar flutter of wings in the living room.  “Hey Cas.” You said instinctually keeping your eyes on the screen.

“Um, hi (y/n).” Said a voice that was not Castiels, it was far too soft, too down to earth.

You turn your head around. “Oh- Samandriel, hey!” You blush a little as you grab a blanket to cover your lower half.  You didn’t know Samandriel as well as Cas.

He smiles warmly at you.  “Are Sam and Dean in? I have news from upstairs.”

“They should be back soon.”  You say turning your eyes back to the screen.  He nodded and began to walk around the living room, inspecting various papers on one of the old wooden tables.  “Want to join?” You ask patting the couch beside you.  It was obvious Samandriel didn’t seem to know what to do with himself until the brothers returned.

“Sure.” He took a seat beside you in his Wiener Shack uniform.  You had to admit he was pretty cute.

You both continued to watch Doctor Sexy until one of the infamous steamy on-call-room make out sessions began to go down.  “Kissing always fascinated me.” The angel remarked.  You loved how he wasn’t awkward about this kind of thing like Cas was.  Then again Cas had gained some skills from the pizza man- or so you had heard.

You smiled at his innocence. “It’s one of the best things in the world.”  You replied. The angel nodded awkwardly, avoiding your glance.  “Samandriel… have you ever kissed someone?”

He shook his head.  “Angels don’t really see the appeal in swapping saliva.”

You laugh.  “It’s more than that, you know? It helps you feel close to a person.”

He sighs.  “That sounds quite pleasurable, actually,” He remarks with his eyes locked on the screen.

“Do-do you want to try it…?”

“I-uh, yes, I would love to.”

“Okay.” You say with a smile.  “We’re gonna have to get a little closer first.”

He moves closer to you on the leather couch.  You cup his cheek lightly in your hand, running your thumb down his soft features.  You slowly draw his face in closer to yours, closing your eyes as you press your lips to his.  He’s stiff at first but then begins to soften the sweet, innocent kisses being exchanged between your lips.

You softly run your tongue over his lips.  He is first unsure what do but then he opens his mouth granting your tongue permission to enter.  You swirl your tongue around his.  The heat picks up between your bodies as your tongues fight against each other for dominance.  You bite down softly on his lower lip when you hear the flutter of wings.  You open your eyes expecting to see that he had left but instead you see too beautiful black wings emerging from Samandriel’s back.

“I’m-uh-sorry.” He mumbles, his face turning the colour of his uniform shirt. 

“No, no – it’s okay, they’re beautiful.” You say as you caress his face. 

“Thank-you.” He says angelically as he returns his attention to your lips.  You kiss him back, deeply, your tongues dancing in a display of passion.  You go to reach your arms around his back to pull him closer when you accidentally grab onto one of his wings.

“Sorry.” You mumble against his lips.

“No, it feels nice.” He says pulling away. “Can you… Do it again?” He asks

You comply.

You grab firmly on to the base of his wings as you kiss him.  Running your fingers through the black feathers that covered his majestic extremities.  You feel a moan come from his lips.  You smile against the kiss and continue running your hands up his wings, ruffling the feathers softly in a circular motion, and pulling lightly on the tips.

“(y/n).” He moans against your neck as he smothers it with warm kisses.  Something Doctor Sexy had demonstrated earlier.  You run your fingers through his soft wings, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper, you can feel the wings vibrating against your hands as if they were filled with arousal.

You pull a little harder on a feather that you noticed was extra sensitive as you straddle his lap, the blanket that was covering your underwear now lying on the floor.

“What the hell?” A voice gruffed in the not too far distance.

Your head snaps up to see a confused Sam and smirking Dean.  “I-uh…” You mumble as you dismount the angel.

“Did she ruffle your feathers there, Alfie?” Dean says with a wink as he sets the plastic bags he was carrying down on the table.

“Um-yes, yes she did.” Samandriel said with a half-smile before taking your hand and zapping you into your bedroom.




2. Samandriel/Alfie 

3. Kevin Tran 

4. Chuck Shurley 

5. Bobby Singer 

6. Gabriel 

7. Balthazar

8. Lucifer 

9. Garth Fitzgerald IV

10. Benny Lafitte

11. Gadreel/Ezekiel

12. Charlie Bradbury

13. Meg Masters 



Fairy Tales

Anonymous said: Hello! Can I request a Samandriel one shot where he assumed he was studying history but it was just fairy tales and the reader, not wanting to tell him just how grave the original stories are decides to show him the Disney movies and he’s fascinated with how much she got into it and knew all the lines and songs and he realized that the guys were right when they confronted him about it before that he does love the reader

A/N: I intended to post this yesterday but something came up, so I’m very sorry for the delay!

Word count: 884

Relationship: Samandriel/Reader

Warnings: none.


You were falling asleep for the third time this night. You rubbed your tired eyes; you were supposed to be doing some researched for the Winchesters, but after hours of finding nothing, your body had finally had enough. Across from you, Samandriel was reading calmly, looking up from his book when you yawned loudly.

“How long was I out this time?” You asked sleepily, blushing slightly under the stare of his beautiful blue eyes. You and Samandriel had been best friends for some time now; he was probably the one person—well, angel,—you were most comfortable with. But lately your emotions seemed to have shifted from friendship to something else.

“Just a few minutes,” Samandriel answered. You yawned again, earning a smile from the angel.

“What?” You asked after about a minute later of just staring at each other, fully awake now. You could feel your cheeks heating up again, and silently cursed yourself for the fact that you were in love with Samandriel.

“Nothing,” the angel shrugged, but his lips were still curved upwards. You stood up and went for a glass of water, looking over Samandriel’s shoulder as you came back.

“You’re reading Cinderella?” you asked with a smile, your eyebrows raised. Samandriel put the book down, giving you his full attention.

“Dean insisted I’d learn more about humans, so he gave me this history book,” Samandriel said, his voice full of innocence. You stopped yourself from giggling while making a mental note to confront Dean about this the next time you saw him.

“History book, huh?”

“Yes; it is very intriguing. Although it does seem rather grim.” Samandriel looked sad at this, and you, knowing the whole original story, decided to stop him before he read all of it.

“Sammy,” you said, calling him by his nickname, “did you know that there are movies about these stories?”

“There are?” Samandriel asked with surprise.

“Yup,” you nodded with a smile. “What do you say we watch some of them?”

 “I’d love to,” Samandriel said excitedly. He put the book down and you grabbed his hand, taking him to the living room you and the Winchesters had made in an empty bedroom. You browsed through the movies you had brought to the bunker, searching for the Disney ones. You found Beauty and the Beast and popped it into the DVD player, running to the kitchen for some popcorn.

You curled up next to Samandriel as the movie started. You’d always loved Disney movies as a child, and even now that you had grown up into a fierce hunter, you would still watch some of them every week. You recited the words of the prologue in your head as you ate, happily enjoying the fact that you and Samandriel were so close.

Once Belle started singing, you put the popcorn down and joined her. Though you sang quietly at first, you raised your voice as the song progressed, and you were out of breath when it ended. You had your eyes glued to the movie, being completely oblivious to Samandriel’s adoring gaze.

Just a few days ago, the Winchesters, along with Castiel, had cornered him in the kitchen, bombarding him with questions about his feelings for you. Samandriel had denied their claims of being in love with you, stating that you two were only friends. But now, as he watched you singing and quoting the movie, Samandriel realized that they were right.

“Did you like it?” You asked Samandriel once the movie ended, getting up and stretching your stiff muscles. You put Cinderella next with a small yawn, snuggling with the angel who contently wrapped an arm around you.

“It was enjoyable,” Samandriel half-lied. He hadn’t actually paid much attention to the movie, being distracted by his thoughts.

You followed along with the lines and songs again, but you had begun to notice how Samandriel was not really watching the movie. Every time you glanced at him, Samandriel would blush and look away, something which he didn’t do normally. Piecing this with the fact that lately Sam and Dean had been teasing you about the angel having certain…feelings for you, made you realize that the Winchesters were probably right.

You stood up as Cinderella and Charming started dancing. Samandriel gave you a confused look, but just grabbed his hands and pulled him up with you. You set his hands on your waist and then wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Ever slow danced, Sammy?” You asked quietly, and Samandriel shook his head, completely lost in how intimate the moment was. You giggled slightly, bowing your head when you felt your cheeks heat up. You looked up again a few seconds later, your eyes meeting Samandriel’s.

You kept dancing even after the music ended, not paying attention to the movie anymore. You smiled tentatively as Samandriel tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. You wondered for a second if he had seen people do that before or if he had done it on instinct, but stopped once you realized that Samandriel was inclining his head towards you. You closed your eyes and met him half way through, his soft lips capturing yours.

A warm, happy feeling spread inside of you, and you smiled faintly. Maybe you would have to thank Dean later. 

Date Night - Samandriel

Summary: Samandriel x Reader. The reader goes on a date to the coast of Ireland with her adorable angelic boyfriend.

Triggers: None

Word Count: 2432

Y/N = Your name

This is the third in a series of Date Night stories leading up to Valentines Day. Dates that are a bit different from your normal dinner and movie dates with some of the Supernatural characters. If you have an idea for a cool date idea or want a specific character please tell me!

Other date nights:  Charlie   Sam  Castiel  Kevin  Gabriel  Dean

“You can throw the dart,” You told Samandriel. Handing him the metal tipped contraption once you finished securing the map to the wall. He looked from you and down at the little item resting in the palm of his hand with confusion in his eyes, unsure what to do. “I’m too good at darts, it’s my game. I might unintentionally cheat and have it land exactly where I want it. Just throw it at the map,” You explained with a laugh.

“We can just go where you want,” Samandriel said hesitantly. Holding the dart like it was a dangerous weapon, pinched between his fingers. The small metallic dart dangling back and forth a little, as he pinched the plastic flights between his thumb and index finger.

“Choosing a location at random is part of the fun,” You said teasingly, reminding him of why you had thought of this idea for your date in the first place. “We’ll go wherever the dart lands,” Nodding slowly, though confusion still swam in his eyes, Samandriel grabbed a hold of the metallic needle.

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I have this headcanon that Gabriel got so into tricks and games because he wanted to play with the younger angels.  Imagine the Archangels playfighting and like little Samandriel tries to join in but it’s too dangerous.  So Gabriel decides to play hide and seek with them.  Pretend to be injured when they attack.  Really dramatically yelling about how strong Balthazar is and asking Castiel for mercy.

Sweet playful, badass.