The Angel's Amour (SPN Poly (Arch)Angels x Fem!Reader)

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Nearly two long years had passed since Y/N L/N was tossed into the world of the supernatural.  It was first that she had met Gabriel, the candy loving archangel who had attempted with his might not to delve the woman into the world of the supernatural.  At the time he has stumbled upon the enchantress, he had been left to his own devices.  The apocalypse had still been summers away, and the archangel had been on the run from detection of heaven.  When the two met at a bar, it was as if he were merely a human, simply falling hard and fast for a pretty face.  His fairytale that the woman would not dip her feet into the real world, into the world that he ran from, faded rather quickly.  

The second archangel that Y/N was introduced to, still unaware of the supernatural world coinciding with her own, had been Lucifer.  As they met, Gabriel attempted to keep his brother from the woman as best as he could, but the woman's kindness was pure, soft even.  She simply chuckled at Gabriel's strange behavior, and introduced herself to yet another handsome archangel.  Unaware at the the early meeting, she hadn't known she met two archangels, nor that she would mean so much to so many archangel and angel alike.  There had been something truly pure about Y/N that pulled the two to the woman, and she felt her heart warm with the meeting.  Without knowledge, she kindly offered that either could hang around her whenever they so pleased.  

Gabriel set the pace, though he had not been responsible for her opening her eyes to the world.  No matter his qualms with his brother, his insecurities, he had not told the woman outright that he had in fact been the man they called Satan himself.  Lucifer, however, was smooth in his words, and it had not seemed out of place for him to banter about such things.  At the time, Y/N did not believe those words to be true, of course, but with time, she would learn.  

Michael had been the third archangel for Y/N to meet, much to the squabble of an up and coming apocalypse that should have been.  Father's ideals thrust upon the archangel, he was the one to spill the words in front of the woman.  The moment that his vessel's eyes landed upon her, though, her kind smile, he seemed to falter in his judgment.  Through his chiding to his brother, he found himself subconsciously drawn to the woman both Gabriel and Lucifer were growing a fancy for.  

Adjusting to her new knowledge, Y/N still held a kindness like no other.  She hadn't condemned Lucifer, as she had already spent quite some time with him already.  Instead, she embraced the new world of the supernatural, of the existence of angels and archangel alike.  In a sense, she had become a beacon of hope, a kind, and truly beautiful one.  Y/N made it her goal to get to know those three archangels better, to truly understand them, and though Michael had been the most resistant of them all, she had.  

The word of a beacon of hope, a beautiful human woman, spread throughout the angels who resided upon the mortal plain.  Castiel, bound by orders, and yet already affected by the Winchester's word, had been the next to satisfy curiosities.  He was unsure how such a mortal could abstain the apocalypse without even picking up an archangel blade, and yet, when he met her...he understood.  Something in the mortal y/e/c eyes of Y/N spoke to him, and upon their odd meeting, Castiel knew he wished to know this mortal better.  

Throughout the time that Y/N met Castiel, her archangels still visited her regularly.  It had not been a secret to any of them that Y/N was drawing in angels, nor had any of them truly condemned their new friend for such.  At the time, it had been Lucifer and Michael that her beacon of hope shined upon, truly helping the archangel's understand the good of their father's creation.  

Once Castiel began spending more time with Y/N, his friend had not been close behind in meeting the beautiful woman.  Smooth, savant, with an alluring accent to match, Balthazar had quickly swooped in to win the woman's attention.  Rather oblivious as she had been to his general flirtatious, Y/N found herself quickly attached to yet another angel.  Balthazar had found himself amorous nearly as quickly as Gabriel had with Y/N, and yet, the others had yet to catch up on this very new human based emotion.  

The last angel who sought out Y/N had been for a different reason entirely, initially.  With word around that there had been a beacon for hope, a beautiful enchantress in such a human woman, Metatron attempted to end the charade.  He was the one who sent Gadreel to Y/N, in hopes to wipe the woman from existence.  

What Gadreel had not expected was the purity of the woman before him, the genuine smile that procured against her lips upon meeting him.  As he reached his hand out to her, he had expected to smite the woman down, the erase her from existence, and yet, he was unable.  It had not been the powerful warding that her archangels placed upon her, simply for her safety, but something different entirely.  Gadreel found himself lost, confused, and Y/N was quick to offer her help and warmth.  

As time passed, Y/N had been the one to help all the archangels and angels in one way or another.  Her kindness washed over the men in ways they had never expected, nor experienced prior.  It would have been a lie to say that they had not all wanted their beacon of hope, the love of their lives, to themselves, and yet, they were unsure how to rip the beautiful woman from one another's grasp.  Aware of one another's intentions, each plotted upon how exactly they could get you all to themselves.