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

IV

Pacing.  Y/N spent the first half hour of the next day pacing, attempting to solidify what it was she wished to say to the angels.  Aggravated, clearly, she found her heart in a mix of emotions.  Those she cared so deeply for had created some sort of contest, a way to win her over, and no part of it had truly been endearing.  Even so, with each erratic stride, she could not help thinking fondly of each angel.  Each and every one of them had made her feel a softness in her heart, a love she could hardly put to words.  No matter how aggravated she had been with the men, she could not help thinking it had been a joy to know they all, maybe, felt the same as she had.   

What she held with each and every one of them had been comfortable, though.  She was comfortable with the arrangement the group had, how everyone seemed to simply show their love in their own way.  A contest spelled trouble, and Y/N's mind quickly turned grim in thought of why they could possibly do such a stupid, silly thing as that.  

I love them all, she thought to herself anxiously, biting her lip as she finally ceased her pacing.  Gadreel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Castiel, Balthazar, and Michael...all equally, all in their own ways.  If they're going to make a contest…

Y/N could not let herself subject herself to her own thoughts as she carded a frustrated hand through her y/h/c locks.  Daunting, the time that she would face them all was ticking closer, and she could not help the anxious feelings swirling around in her heart.  The time could not come faster, and yet, she wished it would never come.  

The flutter of wings in the woman's living room had been one loud intrusion, nearly startling the woman, though she knew the time was at hand.  Y/e/c hues gazed between the six angels she had grown her affections towards, shifting over each of them as she studied their initial expressions.  Gadreel seemed far more solemn than the rest, while Lucifer's expression had been nearly indescribable.  The majority held a mix of confusion, or concern against their faces.  

"So, guys," Y/N spoke, a little awkwardly, and yet, with a clear hint of hurt to her tone.  "I know what's been going on...but, why?"  She pursed her lips after her words, realizing she had been far from prepared for this conversation.  Though she hoped to wow the men with a speech, explaining in depth how much they all mean to her, how hurt she had been to hear they had been competing, she realized she had nothing prepared to say.  All she could hope was that the crack in her tone spoke far more volumes than the words themselves.  Feeling as if she needed to say more, and yet, still grasping for words, the weight of the stress pressed harder upon her shoulders.  She could feel the way her tears welled in her eyes, burning, as she forced out her next words.  "...you all mean the world to me."   

"Oh, Sugar," Gabriel chimed in first, his steps drawing closer to her as he moved to place an arm around her shoulder in comfort.  Though he held a hint of remorse in his gaze, his words stuck firm.  "We don't mean to put so much pressure on you, but ya know, we all love you."  With his free hand, he motioned to the other angels and archangels alike, his lips dipped into a frown.  "All of us just wanted the chance to win your heart." 

"Which one of us do you love?" Castiel attempted to reason, his gruff voice catching Y/N's attention as he held a gentle smile.  His deep blue eyes held a sense of urgency, expectancy as they met your gaze.  Though Castiel had been by far the most humble of the angels, outside of maybe Gadreel, he still held a shred of hope in his blue eyes.  

"Come on, guys, it's no contest," Lucifer scoffed as he threw his hands up in the air, a smirk slipping across his devious lips.  "Clearly you love me, don't you, sweetheart?" 

"Like my sweet Y/N would fall for the serpent," Michael spoke, nearly venomous, his eyes narrowed upon Lucifer for a moment, before shifting over to her.  "I'm sure your choice will be the most favorable of decisions." 

"I mean no offense, my friend," Balthazar spoke, directed at Castiel, before his gaze shifted to Y/N, his tone far more confident.  "Surely you would choose me over this lot of stiffs, my dear."  His accent slipped into each word that slipped past his lips, those lips curled upwards as he moved his hand to emphasize his point.

"You're all dreaming," Gabriel chuckled as he moved his hands to emphasize his point, no longer holding Y/N where she stood.  "You think she would pick any of you over me?  Y/N and I have history together, you know.  I met her before any of you shmucks." 

As the angels began arguing amongst themselves, Y/N took the perfect opportunity to flee.  She couldn't choose - she didn't want to choose between any of them.  Loving all her angels equally, she could not handle the idea of choosing between any of them.  Packing a small bag, Y/N moved as quickly as she could to flee from her own house.  Though she knew it would not be long before the angels realized she had been gone, she took her leave as fast as she could, tears stinging her y/e/c eyes.  Biting her lip hard, she attempted not to sound a single audible sob as she fled into the woods behind her house.  Running, running, running as fast as her legs could take her, she knew she just had to get away.  

With tears blurring her vision, she hardly saw the solid object she ran into, a fleshy surface.  Dizzied and distraught, she hardly heard the amused chuckle slip past the object's lips.  "Darling, what a surprise," a man's voice spoke in amusement, the British accent dripping from each word.  "You could be useful to me."  With one sharp pain, Y/N's world blackened.