request for: @bitch-jerk-funkytown
word count: 591
You were driving down the highway, listening to your favorite band. The windows were rolled down and the wind was blowing through your hair, allowing you to feel completely free.
All at once you felt a truck plow into the side of your car, sending you spiraling into chaos. You flew through the front window, landing on the hard cement all bloody and bruised.
Pain shot through your body as you tried to crawl to the side of the road and eventually, you had decided to give up. You laid on the ground feeling hopelessness. Everything was over.
A man rushed to your side, propping your head up on his lap and placing his hands over your wounds.
“Stay with me,” He muttered. You began to feel better and better as he placed his hands over more and more of your wounds.
“How are you doing that?” You whispered quietly.
“Shhh.” He responded and continued placing his hands over your wounds until there were no more. You sat up, holding your head. “Whoops, I missed one.”
The man placed his hand on your head and out of the corner of your eye, you saw a white light being transferred from his hand and into your head.
You broke the connection and crawled backwards. “What was that?”
“Y/N.” The man walked closer to you as you continued to back up. “I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Gadreel. God assigned me to be your guardian angel.”
You scoffed in reply and stood up. “I don’t need a guardian angel. I can take care of myself.”
You stood up and began walking down the highway, looking for someone to give you a ride. Although you knew that the chances of someone driving by at three am were very slim.
“Y/N,” Gadreel spoke softly, “I can teleport you back home.”
“It’s Gadreel.” He cut you off.
“Same thing. I don’t need you to save me. I’ve made it this far on my own.” You dismissed him with the wave of your hand.
You heard Gadreel sigh and follow you back home down the highway.
It had been three months since you had met your guardian angel, Gadreel. You found it a little strange that he didn’t eat or sleep at first, but you quickly let any and all harsh feelings slip away when he began to tell you stories of creation.
It fascinated you to hear about the first ocean created or how to stars were put in the sky one, dark night. How they are there to remind us to have hope. That’s what Gadreel had given you. Hope.
“Gadreeeeeel,” You whined as you jumped on your bed and crawled underneath the covers. “Come tell me a story.”
“What are you five?” He laughed lightly and crawled underneath the covers with you.
“At least five and a half.” You insisted.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his side. “Are you tired?”
“Not really.” You muttered. “Why?”
“I want to show you something.” He whispered quietly in your ear. “Hold on.”
Gadreel zapped the two of you into an open field where the stars in the sky could be seen clearly. They shone so bright and valiant that you wondered if you were still on earth.
“Where are we?” You asked him.
“On our first date,” He said sheepishly. “That is if you want it to be.”
You placed a small kiss on his lips and curled farther into his side, watching the night sky.