Supernatural Imagines

Samandriel Imagine

Imagine saving and in the process falling in love with samandriel.

Dedicated to TerryThomas828

Merry Christmas!

Quickly and swiftly you painted angel warding symbols around a circle of sticky red blood that was pouring out of your arm. It really didn't hurt that much but right now that didn't matter...someone's life that you care for  is on the line.

Using two fingers you completed the symbol, whipping your head up you hear the sickening splurge of blood, followed by whimpers and gurgling. You were too late. Castiel had punctured Samandriel with his angel blade, the only thing that could truly kill an angel. Blood gurgled in Samandriels throat, making you cringe in agony just from watching.

Before Castiel could twist the handle and end it all for that poor angel you screamed out making him spin around, blade still in place. His eyes immediately changed, he was fuelled by anger and you knew so far that you were next.

You slammed your hand into the sigil painted onto the cement wall and a burst of energy shined brighter by the second, causing Castiel to teleport to an unknown location.

A split second before Samandriel teleported as well you broke the sigil by smearing your already bloody hand all over the wall, then the light immediately died down.

You ran and caught his fragile body before he fell onto the blade, he yelped in pain when you caught him, breathing heavily and covered in sweat blood and who knows what.

His tortured body shook between your arms, going through stages of convoltions. You had never seen Samandriel so broken before. He was always the protector, he always saw the good things from the bad things. He was the best, most kind angel you had ever met and he was treated like complete garbage.

Tears streamed from his eyes, not because of emotions but because it was a human reaction to pain. His grace was so weak that you couldn't hardly sense him. Bruises, cuts, scars and scabs line his skin, and his striped fast food shirt was soaked in blood.

"Ok brace yourself, I'm going to take the blade out. Try not to move." You softly say, a bead of sweat running down your forehead. You got a good grip on the blade and starting pulling it out at an agonizing pace, any faster and you could kill him within millimetre's change. Samandriel screamed in pain, tightly holding on to your other hand for support.

The shiny bloody tip slid out, and you both sighed in relief. Using your powers you managed to heal Samandriel, and teleport both of you to your protected safe house.

With an arm around his waist you plopped him into bed and changed his clothes, getting him out of the stained and bloody garnets.

Still seeing scars and cuts, you pulled up the blankets and kissed his forehead, transferring all your leftover grace to Samandriel for him to heal.

Exhausted, bleeding, and far from angelic you collapsed onto the ground, black spots dotting your vision. There you fell into a troubled sleep, worrying about Samandriel.

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Faint groaning made your (e/c) eyes flutter open in a sleepy daze. When it got louder you sprung up and put a hand onto the struggling angels flat chest, lightly pushing him back into the bed.

"Samandriel, take it easy!" You say restraining him with your body.

He shook his head violently side to side, his blue eyes still closed and rolling around beneath his eye lids. It seemed he was having a bad dream but he couldn't wake up.

"Samandriel please calm down." You whispered, trying to use any leftover grace to connect with him.

"Y/N..." He whispered back, calming down instantly. A minute later he started to thrash again, so you straddled him and held his arms down.

"Sam...its me Y/N. I need you to wake up." You whispered again, closing your eyes. Nothing happened though, the struggling angel still was unconscious beneath you.

"Samandriel please wake up!" You said quickly, panic wavering your voice.

You closely studied his face, studying his eyebrows, his cheeks and his forehead. His cheeks were dusted with a light pink, implying he had a fever. Lastly you studied his small pink lips. They were thin but still looked plump, there was still a little bit of dried blood staining his lips to make them an even darker colour.

Slowly you leant in and touched your nose to his cheek, then dragged your lips onto his. His lips were warm and soft, chapped a little bit but still soft.

Just as you were about to pull away, convinced nothing had happened lips grabbed your own, pulling you back into a passionate kiss. Your hands relaxed and found their way to his chest, supporting you.

You pulled away quickly and wiped your mouth. "S-Samandriel I'm so sorry..." You slyly said, ashamed of what you had done.

His hoarse voice answered you, "No, no it's ok."

"I just, I don't know I had this weird feeling in my stomach...like it was the right thing to do." You explained, rubbing your biceps anxiously.

"I uh...I felt that too." He confessed, sitting up a bit and reminding you that you were still on top of him. You quickly got off and sat at the end of the bed.

"Do you thing it's love?"

"I do think I'm in love with you Y/N." Samandriel said gently grabbing your hand and massaging it with both of his. You looked into his blue eyes, satisfied that he felt the same way.

Shifting into the covers he wrapped an arm around your waist he pulled you closer and nuzzles his head into your shoulder.

"I love you. Is that how you say it?" He asked.

You blushed and giggled. "I love you too."

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-CW