Supernatural One-shots

How You Met-Gadreel

~(A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated lately. I've been having writer's block but I'm back! And thank you all so much for 1k readers! Oh by the way, (H/C) means your hair color and (E/C) means your eye color)~

Okay, so maybe going on a hunt without the Winchesters for once was a bad idea. And maybe trying to go after a shifter who committed crimes looking like you wasn't such a good idea either. But it wasn't your fault. You needed some alone time from the Winchesters and someone needed to take care of the shifter anyway.

"Now I'm going to ask you this again and you better tell me the truth or you're in a big heap of trouble ma'am. Why did you murder all these men?" the enraged detective with graying hair snapped, slamming his hands down on the steel table in front of you.

"For the last time, that wasn't me," you tried to tell them for probably the tenth time. You knew it wasn't going to help, but you had to try. They offered you one phone call, but you had declined. You promised yourself that you didn't need the Winchester's help because if they found out you were in trouble, they'd nag about it for weeks.

"Oh really? That wasn't you? Then how come we have reports saying a girl with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes running away with a weapon from the crime scenes?" the cop glared at you, not believing a word you were saying.

The detective's partner, who was leaning on the wall with arms crossed, seemed to be looking at you with a smug face expression. What's he smiling about? You thought. He had been quiet the whole time, other than his loud and aggressive partner.

"Steve, I think you need to cool off. It's okay, I can handle this," the quiet detective finally spoke up. His voice sounded almost majestic. The angry cop, who now you knew had the name Steve, glanced back and forth at his partner and you. He sighed and nodded, walking out of the room menacingly.

The man pulled out a chair and sat across from you. You eyed him suspiciously, noticing the details of his looks. He had light blue eyes, brown hair, a chiseled jaw and wore a black leather jacket over a black hoodie. If he wasn't a cop, you'd think he was a male model.

"Look like I said earlier, that wasn't me who murdered all those guys," you explained. You stared at him, waiting for him to yell at you just like his partner, but instead, he just smirked. "Why the hell are you smiling?" You asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Because I know it wasn't you," he simply replied. This didn't make any sense. You barely knew this guy and he just "believed" you.

"Wait,what?" You asked, unable to fully comprehend the situation at hand. "How?"

"You're a hunter. You were just doing your job until my partner caught you. I apologize," He said calmly, standing up to unlock your handcuffs.

"How do you know I'm a hunter?"you were surprised he knew what a hunter was. You tried to put the pieces together. Once the cuffs were unlocked, you rubbed your bruised wrists.

"Here, let me," he offered his hands. You looked at him oddly and gave him your wrists. He gently took hold or your wrists and you felt a warm energy pass through you and a bright blue light shined. He let go of your arms and you noticed the bruises were gone.

"You're an angel," you gasped. You didn't know much angels, only Cas and that douchebag Metashit. Oh sorry, you meant Metatron. No wait, Metashit sounds about right.

The man nodded with a grim expression, "Yes I am. My name is Gadreel."

Your eyes widened. You'd never met Gadreel other than that moment but you've heard about him from the Winchesters. Not good things. Dean had told you about how he had possessed Sam and killed Kevin Tran. He even worked with Metashit. This guy was not to be trusted.

"And you are (Y/N). You work with the Winchester brothers," Gadreel stated.

"L-leave me alone," you stuttered, slowly backing away from him. You looked around, trying to find a weapon or something but there was nothing there. Unless you wanted to beat him down with a chair maybe.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he assured. How could you believe him? After all you heard about him, there was no way you could trust him. "Please. I want to help you escape. Just give me your hand and I can take you out of here."

You crossed your arms, "I don't want help from a guy like you. You'll probably take me out here to kill me.i know you worked for Metatron. Question is, how are you even alive? Cas told me you were dead."

He frowned, "I was brought back by God. I realized the error of my ways and this is my first step to making amends, by helping you." He held out his hand, "Please, I promise I'm not going to kill you."

You hesitated. He looked at you with genuine concern and pleading eyes. If you said no, you'd be stuck there and most likely be sent to a county prison. And then you'd never be able to catch that shifter.

You glanced at him and sighed, taking his hand, "Fine. But if you try anything, I'll make sure you won't live to see the sun shine."