Supernatural Preferences

Gadreel : How You Met

"My name is not important..." Gadreel looked at you in confusion, stepping closer. "I see you were cast out as well." His brows furrowed at the scars on your shoulder blades. "How - "

"You acquired a vessel. I was locked away in mine. A thousand years takes a toll on the link between my vessel and I, I guess." You sighed, fingertips lingering on the bumpy burn mark.

"So...Can you two help me fix Sam?" Dean questioned, looking between them as if he was trying to figure out their relation. "Because I don't know if I can trust you two after that."

"I saved you, did I not?"

"You were also against me killing your angel pal." Dean remarked.

"I...You have your family, I have mine. I've shown I would do anything for them, it's hard to let that go... That's why I'm willing to help you and your brother. If you allow me to."

"(Y/N), do not get involved with these two. You are not strong enough." Gadreel murmured. "Show me to your brother, Winchester. I will do all I can for him."

"Ga - "

"What?" He cut you off.

"If I am not strong enough, how can you be? I came here in hopes of finding you, you can't let yourself be hurt or even die when I've finally found you again."

"I will come back, (Y/N). Wait for me." Gadreel reassured, his hand cupping your cheek to rub your cheekbone in a soft gesture of care.

He didn't come back for you.

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You didn't find him again until you bumped into the Winchesters again, begging them to help you. Angels were after you for your past actions, ones who did not understand your reasons. When you entered the bunker, they demanded you explain, so you did.

"I was in heavens prison for about a thousand years. My crime? Loving my brothers and sisters too much. My sister, Jezebeth, went to earth. She was terrified of humans, and one day they tried to kill her for her magic, for helping their crops despite her fears. So, I did the one thing I could think of at the time. I smote the entire village in rage, saving Jezebeth. After that, the Archangels locked me away and set Jezebeth to hell to be a demon under Lucifer." Anger burned in your gut. "I will never forgive them for that."

"Well, if it's any help, Michael and Lucifer are in hell, and Raphael and Gabriel are dead." Dean shrugged.

"Not really. I doesn't change the fact that my sister is now a demon and I was locked away and tortured for a millennium. My only...The only perk was having a friend. He understood it was a mistake, a poor taste of judgement." You sighed softly, head dropping for your hair to cover your bittersweet smile.

"Well...You're welcome here as long as you don't smite us too. We could use an angel on our side besides Cas." Sam smiled welcomingly.

"Thank you...I'm glad you're better, Sam." You said sincerely, his brows furrowing.

"You knew about the trials?"

"Trials -?"

"Okay! Well, we have a room you can occupy for now." Dean cut you off before you could question Sam.

"Oh well, thank you..." You looked at Dean strangely.

"Here, I'll show you to your room." Sam offered politely, earning a smile from you. He walked you to a burgundy door before his eyes suddenly glowed blue.

"(Y/N)."

"...Gadreel?" That would explain why he didn't come back for you. "What are you doing in Sam Winchesters body?"

"I am healing him. Sister, you must not let him know I'm here. Call me Ezekiel around others, not Gadreel. I am hiding from other angels and do not wish to be expelled from Sam's body while we're both healing." Gadreel explained. "He does not know I'm here, and does not remember the hospital. Please keep it a secret from him."

"Of course, Gadreel. Your secret, secrets, will always be safe with me." You loved Gadreel the most out of the angels. It was different from the love you had for your sisters and brothers. Your love for Gadreel had humanity in it, you knew that for sure.

"Thank you, sister." Gadreel took your hand, cradling it affectionately as he pressed a kiss to the soft skin. "I can always trust you." His words warmed your heart.

"Of course, you can, Dreel." You stood on your toes to press a soft kiss to Sam's cheek. "I trust you as well." A small smile made it onto his lips, before he let go of your hand and eyes flashed blue.

"So, uh, yeah, this is your room. Make yourself at home." Sam opened the door, showing you the interior.

"I will. Thank you, Sam." He'd done more than he could imagine for you.

"Um, your welcome?" He gave an awkward laugh. "Take care, (Y/N). Call me if you need me." He waved as he walked down the hall and away from sight. You finally found Gadreel again...Thank Father.