Requested by MarciaMP Thank you!
THIS IS A LIME, NOT A LEMON. IF YOU DON'T LIKE LIMES OR LEMONS, I SUGGEST YOU DON'T READ ANY FURTHER. But it is kinda fluffy smut, so I will try to make it cute because I just don't know man, its hard for me to envision the little cinnamon roll doing the do XD but I shall try. It at the very end too, so you could read the rest without a problem.
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You were an Archangel tied to the Prophet of the Lord named Kevin Tran. At first, you kept your distance from the Advanced Placement student, but always keeping him in line of sight in case of an emergency. But then you got curious. You had begun to show yourself to the boy and got closer and closer until you both had pretty evident crushes on each other. But neither of you having the guts to admit it.
Even in a vessel, Kevin was head over heels for you. You have heard Dean say stuff about "She's just an angel in a vessel, soon she will find a new meet suit and you won't want to get with her." But you new that Dean was the same with Castiel, so you let it go, considering he was dealing with this sexual tension all the time.
But Kevin brushed it off, saying no matter what you looked like, he would always want you.
"Sam, Dean. Have you seen (Y/N) any where?" Kevin asked the boys, wandering through out the bunker as he talked.
"Why? Did your escort from the God Squad loose ya or something?" Dean said, looking up from the files he held.
"Well, I don't know. She just dissapeared yesterday and she looked very uncomfortable when she did." Kevin replied, sitting down next to dean.
"Well I mean, I can always like pretend to shoot you or something and she might come swooping down and save your scrawny little ass." Dean suggested.
"No Dean." Sam sternly shot down that idea. "Just wait it out Kevin, she will come around sooner or later."
"Fine, fine, listen to goody two shoes over here." Dean waved Kevin off and continued to prowl over the papers.
Kevin slumped in the chair, bored because you weren't here to cheer him up. So he drifted off to the banter of the Winchesters and the sound of thunder and lighting that danced across the sky. Sam and dean had left early to bed, letting Kevin get the little shut eye time he gets, at the table
But he quickly woke up to the sound of grumbling and sighing. He saw you scratching your back up against a wall, you looked like a bear that was molesting a wall.
"(Y/N), where the hell did you just run off to and just randomly show up?" Kevin asked, walking over to you.
"Angel meeting. Long story. Really itchy." You replied in between rubs.
"And why exactly are you itchy?" He asked, eye brows raised.
You sighed and stepped away from the wall, but you were constantly rolling your shoulders and moving around.
"I'm molting, my wings. And it gets really itchy until I can pull all the loose feathers out and set some other ones straight." You explained. "Its really tricky to do yourself."
"Is that why we have a hoard of black angel feathers in the trunk..." Kevin murmured.
"Yeah, Castiel sheds to ya know. If it wouldn't be too much trouble, could you just get all these feathers alined and stuff from me?" You asked, embarrassed to ask your crush.
"Y-yeah, no problem. Ah, just sit right there, but have the back of the chair facing you so I can get them all." Kevin instructed.
"Okay~" You turned around the chair and sat. You folded your hands in your lap and unveiled your wings.
They were on the shorter side, but beautiful nonetheless. A soft glow seemed to caress your wings while they were out, and Kevin was in awe. The white and gray hues matched together perfectly, created a shadowy effect on your wings. Sure, it was the typical and cliche white wings of an angel, but just seeing pictures or paintings of them didn't give it the full effect. No stained glass church murals could capture the merit of such a wonder.
"I can touch them right?" Kevin asked.
"No, you doufas, you can just stare at them while you pretend to groom them." You teased, smacking him lightly on the head with your right wing.
"R-right." Kevin gulped, carefully threaded his fingers through the delicate feathers that have sustained much flight.
He began to groom them, and it felt nice, to have his hands touch such a intimate area for angels. You just worried about the more sensitive spots on the wings, hoping that you could contain whatever noises you may produce. But you just enjoyed the moment, making small talk with your prophet, the one that you had to protect. It was satisfying for two reasons. One, that your wings would no longer be itchy and uncomfortable. And the second, Kevin. Kevin, that was all.
Why was it so hard to just admit the such obvious emotions that you two shared for each other? Was it that bad? What, you would get embarrassed and blushy, but then you would comfort each other and boom! It would be magic. C'mon (Y/N)! Your the most terrifying weapon of Heaven! A cold hearted killer that would stop at nothing to protect the prophets. Yet, you can't show your true feelings.
"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Wake up, you're drooling all over." Kevin snapped you awake.
"Huh? What? Oh, yes? Do you need something?" You turned your head and smiled sheepishly.
"I'm done with your one wing, considering you just spaced out for about an hour." Kevin grinned.
"Yeah, sorry to leave you to your own devices." You rubbed the back of your head.
"No problem, but do you feel improvement in your right wing?" He asked.
You stood up, rotating and flapping the wing. Feeling no discomfort or scratchiness.
"Perfect, your good at this Kev."You smiled happily and sat back down.
"Okay, you can continue to stare off into nothing then." Kevin snickered.
"Shut up." You pouted.
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"Are you almost done? This chair is hurting my ass." You whined. But you were grateful for Kevin's assistance.
"Almost done, just this one last... dammit."
You felt a slight pinch as you turned around to see what happened.
"I'm sorry (Y/N), I tried to not pull any of the not loose feathers out." Kevin handed you a pure white feather, the length of your hand.
"Y-y'know Kev, they say that when an angel gives a feather of thiers to someone, it means they love them." You told him, you blushed as you opened up his hand and placed the feather in his palm.
"(Y/N)..." Kevin looked at the feather, then at you. You could see the glimmer in his eyes.
"It's been so long, and he have just been so scared. Well, Kevin Tran, I really fucking like you." You burst. "And I hope you like me back, because this could be awkward."
Kevin smiled and placed his free palm on your cheek. "Of course Iike you, idiot. How could I not?"
You sighed, relieved. "Good, that was the most nerve wracking time I'v-" You were shut up with a kiss on your lips. There was heat behind it, you could feel the passion Kevin had for you.
So you let him in, you let him place you on the table and wrap his arms around you. You cloaked your wings around Kevin, running your hands up and down his back. You both wanted each other, and you didn't hesitate to to pull his shirt off. He slid off yours as well, undoing your bra and running his hands up and down your front.
"Beautiful." He would murmur. Kissing your neck, your collar bone, your chest.
"Kevin..." You breathed out.
You had placed hickeys on his chest, making sure no surface was left untouched by your fingertips. You shuddered as you felt him soothe the sensitive places on your wings, enjoying that he was the cause of the moans. It was just full of intense passion, something that a millennia old angel would never have had if you weren't tied with your prophet. You didn't care if Heaven saw it as a disgrace, casted you out like Castiel. You would love this human until the end of time. You were his, and he was yours. Soulmates was the only word strong enough to describe the connection that you and Kevin shared, something so few angels had.
And you would cherish that bond forever, until the end of time.
Author's Note
DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE UPDATING OFF OF MY PHONE, WHILE SITTING IN A CAR FOR HOURS?
LIKE SO MUCH. SUCH HATE. WOW.
Ugh, the things I do for you guys. KIDDING KIDDING, TRUST ME IT'S JUST SO MUCH EASIER UPDATING OF OF THE COMPUTER.
Competition is still going on! You have like 23 or so more days for all the stuffs to be entered, so yeah. edits can also count for entries and stuff, so there is that.
UGH, WHY CAN'T I JUST MEET ALL OF YOU IN ONE ROOM AND WE CAN TALK AND BE FRIENDS AND TAKE SELFIES AND FORGET ABOUT THE REST OF THE WORLD AND IT'S PROBLEMS? Is that too much to ask?
I GUESS FREAKING SO?!
I'm in the mood for fansigns. I have never made anyone, nor gotten any myself but I see them all the time on iFunny and the look cool and shtuff.
Like, yesterday, I wanted to skype, now I want to make fansigns.
NO MOM, THIS IS NOT A PHASE, THIS IS WHO I TRULY AM!
I AM...
A WEEABOO
IRONMAN
AVENGINGSUPERNATURAL
HAh! I did a thing.
Until next onehsot,
~AvengingSupernatural