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Title: Samandriel’s Mission
Pairing: Samandriel x Reader
Word Count: 818
Warnings: angst, fluff, thoughts of suicide?
A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy some Samandriel <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3
Recently, your depression had gotten worse and worse as the days went on. You hoped that your depression would lighten up, but it was the exact opposite. It didn’t help that you were alone in the bunker on most days. You weren’t the hunting type and Sam and Dean were okay with that. They knew about your depression and they weren’t sure how to help. Castiel couldn’t stay with you, but he knew a fellow angel who could.
Samandriel walked through the bunker’s halls, looking for your bedroom. Castiel told him that you would be in one of three places. You weren’t in the library or the showers, so you had to be in your bedroom. Now all he had to do was find your bedroom.
“[Y/N],” Samandriel called out as he continued down the hall. When he heard faint sobbing from the room he had just passed, he stopped in his tracks. He took a step towards the door, opening it slowly. “Is it okay if I come inside [Y/N]?”