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Angelic Visitors

From this request: Request where readers healing from some bad accident in the hospital and the usual swing of angels(case gabe luck balth all them) come and visit? Even though they refuse to let the angels heal them?


“Ms. Y/LN?”

You looked over with your one good eye, finding a nurse standing in the doorway to your room. “Yes?”

“You have a visitor. Are you up for that?”

“Sure.” You scooted up against your pillow, aimed the remote at the television, watching the screen turn dark. A few moments later, a familiar face poked into the room.

“There she is! Safe from the brink of death!”

You smiled, still feeling a twinge of pain in your cheekbone. “Hello, Gabriel.”

The golden-haired angel stepped into the room, his arms laden with boxes of candy. “I brought you some nutrients. I know how horrid hospital food can be.”

“Gabriel, I don’t think the doctors will approve of this diet.”

“What do doctors know about that?”

You watched as he carefully stacked the boxes up in a tower on your bedside table. You hated to admit it, but it did look good… and the hospital’s food had been lackluster. The mashed potatoes had been okay, but the mystery meat had left something to be desired (not to mention it had been impossible to cut with the plastic fork they gave you).

When he was done with his project, Gabriel turned to you, his eyes scanning over your injuries. “Geez, Y/N, you certainly got banged up.”

“Looks worse than it feels.”

“That’d be the morphine.”

“Is it really that bad?” you asked after a moment.

“Nothing I can’t fix.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“Come on, Y/N. One quick snap and–”

“And the doctors will consider me to be a medical miracle, healed days ahead of schedule, no trace of any harm.”

“She’s right, you know.”

The two of you looked up, finding Balthazar standing at the foot of the bed, a garment bag in his hands.

“Balthy! What are you doing here?” Gabriel asked.

“Same thing you’re doing. Visiting our dear friend.”

“And what token of your appreciation did you bring?”

Balthazar unzipped the bag revealing a beautiful summer dress. “I figured you must be tired of that old hospital gown. And looking like yourself is the first step to feeling like yourself.”

“It’s wonderful, Balthazar. But it clashes horribly with my bruises. And I’m not sure how easily I could undress and redress myself with my arm in a sling.”

“I’d be willing to help,” Gabriel said with a wink.

“Must you always be so nauseating?” a new voice asked, a voice belonging to Lucifer. He stepped forward and handed a large stuffed bear to you. The bear had a white bandage wrapped around its head, another wrapped around its wrist. On its stomach were stitched the words Feel Better Beary Soon.

“And you had the audacity to call me nauseating?” Gabriel asked, noting the cheesy phrase on the bear.

“Shut up. It’s the only one they had downstairs.”

“Geez, Luci. Balthy and I at least had the sincerity to get gifts from somewhere other than the hospital.”

“Boys, it’s fine. I appreciate each and every one of you and each of these gifts. Though you really didn’t need to bring them.”

“Should I not have brought this, then?”

The four of you turned to find Castiel making his entrance. In his hands was a small potted flower, a purple and white orchid.

You smiled at the newest angel. “Castiel, that’s beautiful. Thank you for thinking of me.”

The angel carefully set the plant next to Gabriel’s candy tower. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore, but I’ll pull through. I should be discharged tomorrow.”

“What exactly happened?”

“One werewolf turned out to be two, hunting together.”

Castiel’s blue eyes trailed over your wounds. “You are very lucky, then.”

“Tell me about it.”

At that moment, the nurse poked her head back into the room. “Where did you all come from?” she asked. “Last I knew, there was only one of you here to see Ms. Y/LN.”

The angels shared a glance, unsure what to say.

“Everybody out,” the nurse said. “She needs her rest if she’s to be discharged tomorrow.”

One by one the angels shuffled out of the room, heads bowed slightly.


      You were pounding angrily on the inside of the Impala’s door, trying with little success to ball your sweater up against it in an even remotely comfortable pillow, when you heard Sam’s voice coming from the other side of the seat. “You don’t have to do that you know,” he said cautiously. You turned to face the tall hunter, who looked uncomfortably bunched up in the back seat with you. You had no idea why he was back here, but you had to admit you enjoyed being this close to the younger Winchester.

       You scrunched up your face in confusion. “What do you suggest I do then? It’s late, I’m tired. I need to sleep somehow.” Sam looked sheepishly at the ground – at least you thought he did, it was so dark you could barely see your hand in front of your face. Then he shifted on the seat and put his arm out, making a space for you.

       “You could – uh,” he swallowed, “you could lean on me.”

       Your breath caught and you immediately felt a warm flush spread over your cheeks – which suddenly made you immensely grateful for the darkness surrounding you – then you forced yourself to nod, feeling unable to form words. After an awkward pause and Sam clearing his throat just a little too loudly you scooted across the seat towards the waiting hunter, then leaned against his hulking form, your heart rate speeding up uncontrollably as you did. Once you were pressed up against him Sam cautiously wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and when you didn’t protest he pulled you in closer, letting you rest your head on his chest.

       You could hear your heart pulsing in your ears as you willed yourself to stay calm, forcing yourself not to think about Sam’s body warm and firm against your own, or that he was immeasurably more comfortable than the door of the Impala –

       “Hey,” Sam said quietly, pulling you from your thoughts and making you look up at him. “Relax, sleep.” You exhaled softly and smiled at Sam, suddenly feeling the tension in your muscles disappearing as he lightly squeezed your shoulder.

      “Thank you,” you finally whispered as you snuggled closer to him and closed your eyes, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

      Then you slipped into unconsciousness with a smile on your face after you heard Dean say, “So that’s why you wanted to sit in the back seat,” after he’d thought you had already fallen asleep.

*These gifs are not mine, both of them are from Google Images.*

Jordyn flopped herself down on the couch and drew her knees up to her chest. Her whole body felt uneasy, she’d never done well in new environments, especially not ones as daunting as this. The blonde’s fingers searched under the pillow for the remote to the tv, but she came up empty handed. “Sorry, do you um… know where the remote is?” She questioned the stranger. 


“Jack mate, we put too much soap in the washing machine and now the basement is flooded with bubbles. I lost Hana.”

“Yeah sorry Lucio, Junkrat ate all the ice cream bc I dared him to so there’s none left. But he has a stomach ache now so it’s kinda like revenge.”

Hana being too short to reach things and climbing onto Junkrat’s shoulders to reach it but then she can’t get down bc he has decided to run around like this and she needs to cling for her life or fall off.

Somehow they always have silly string no matter how many times Mercy takes it from them???? (She suspects Roadhog gets it for them)

Wrestling over the TV remote. Pillow fights. Don’t let them cook together.


It’s Preakness Day!

Brunhilda and I are all ready to watch the big race on TV!  We (and almost everyone) will be surprised if Nyquist does not win, but we are still going to root for Lani, the beautiful gray with the impressive tantrums!