Maybe angels do exist
from the smiles of children as they play
love and kindness givers
masquerading as friends and strangers
I so hope they do
for if it’s true
then I see angels every day
Yoongi blinks into consciousness with a small jerk, gaze unfocused as his eyes fly open, leaving the person hovering over him a little startled. It takes a few blinks for his vision to focus completely, going a little cross-eyed as he comes face-to-face with quite possibly one of the most gorgeous and positively radiant human beings he’s even seen.
Unless – “Am I dead?” Yoongi asks the living…living? Living. Living thing still hovering over him and then blurts out before they can answer him. “Are you an angel?”
“Uh,” the living thing stares at him oddly before letting out an even odder laugh that leave his insides feeling warm and fuzzy. Definitelyan angel.
“How’d I even get into heaven?” Pressing his lips shut as soon as the words tumble out of him, Yoongi mentally winces. Great. No mouth-to-brain filter either.
“You’re still very much on Earth, Mr. Min.” The angel answers with a laugh and the words leave Yoongi frowning in confusion. “You’ve suffered some minor head trauma, and I’m no angel – just your doctor, Kim Seokjin.”
“So, you’re not an angel?” Yoongi repeats with narrowed eyes, lifting his neck to survey the room. He hears a soft “wow, he must have hit his head really hard” from somewhere in the near vicinity and spots Taehyung standing near the foot of his bed. Okay. Probably alive then.
“Absolutely not,” one edge of the doctor’s lips lift into a smirk before he winks, “but don’t worry, I get that a lot.”
…and I can’t even begin to fathom it! THANK YOU!!!
Thank youfor adoring Castiel with me - Chuck knows he needs all the love and support he can get! Thank you for reading my endless, kind of verbose, ultimately self-indulgent fluffy writing. I’m going to try to come up with a fun celebration, so stay tuned. In the mean time, keep on loving that amazing blue-eyed angel!
Summary: Dean is feeling a little under the weather and a certain angel wonders if there is anything he can do to help. What Dean really wants is some time with Castiel. When Dean leads him to a field of lightening bugs a little magic happens.