Drabble Request: You know, #120 could be interesting with either Cas or Balthazar… I have a feeling their ideas of pampering _might_ be a bit different…
120: “He’s pampering me, let him be.”
Pairing: Balthazar x Reader
Word Count: 480
“My back is so sore,” you groaned as you pitifully plopped down on the motel bed face first. You heard Sam, Dean, and Balthazar enter the motel room, murmuring about the case you had just finished up. You had been thrown against a brick wall, hence your sore back.
“Aw, poor doll,” Balthazar cooed, a small amused smile appearing on his face as he took in your state.
“Shut up,” you muttered into the sheets, voice muffled.
“Perhaps I can help soothe those aching muscles?” Balthazar’s tone bordered on suggestive as he moved closer to you, prompting Sam and Dean to roll their eyes as they settled.
“If you lay a hand on me, I’ll break it,” you warned Balthazar, lifting your head enough to send him a glare. You knew how devious the angel could be.
Balthazar lifted his hands in an innocent manner, but the smirk on his face said otherwise. “I won’t lay a hand on you.”
You let your head fall back against the mattress, body aching even worse. You squeezed your eyes shut, riding out the pain, knowing you would just have to suffer through. Suddenly, you felt … something … some sort of sensation drift down your spine, light and soft. You almost didn’t feel it at first, but it started to grow stronger, seeming to swallow the throbbing ache that pained you. You turned your head to look at Balthazar, figuring that he was the one up to something.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t help. You just said I couldn’t lay a hand on you,” Balthazar pointed out, obviously pleased he had found a way around your words.
“Alright, time for you to go,” Dean grumbled at Balthazar, noticing something was up.
Before anyone could make a move or reply, you waved your hand dismissively. “He’s pampering me, let him be,” you told Dean, Balthazar’s grace continuing to soothe the ache, starting from the top of your back and working its way down. You had never heard of an angelic massage, but you were loving it.
Balthazar shot Dean a snarky look as he sat on the edge of your bed. “You can be next if you want, Dean,” he taunted, completely amused at the situation.
Dean rolled his eyes and turned his back, grumbling beneath his breath about needing an angel blade right about now.
You nearly fell asleep, the soothing sensations plus your exhaustion from the hunt lulling you toward sleep. However, you felt Balthazar’s grace start to get a little too low. “Hey, hey, you best work your way back up.”
“You don’t want a full body massage, darling?”
Thanks to some of his healing, you easily moved to shove him off the edge of the bed, laughter bubbling from you as he hit the floor with an offended sound. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t lay a hand on you.”