My French Angel •a Balthazar story• {{ON HOLD}}

Chapter 3

"Yeah, Balthazar, let's never do that again." I said to the angel after I found my footing once again. Transporting or flying places was definitely not my thing. "How do you even know we're in the right place?" Mimi and I looked around at our surroundings, taking in the odd interior. This is certainly different. Then again a lot of things are now! And it's only Friday!

"Oh I'm certain we're in the right place. I sense my brother that killed me is here, probably with that boyfriend of his. As always." At his last couple words I couldn't help but raise a questioning eyebrow.

"Your brother has a boyfriend? And he's an angel too, right?" Mimi asked the very question that was floating in my head.

"Well, technically they aren't together or dating, but they should be. You should see the stares they give one another." Balthazar scoffed and then called out into the odd place. "Castiel! Come here and bring that boyfriend of yours and the moose!" What even? A moose? This day gets weirder and weirder doesn't it. The three of us stood around just waiting for whoever lived here to come out.

"Balthazar?" I turned around at the sound of a deep, gravely voice and when I saw three men standing there, I was taken back slightly. What the hell?! Why are they all attractive?! This should be illegal! Mimi and I looked at each other, probably having the same thoughts. I looked at the three men before us. They were all attractive as I stated in my mind but none of them seemed to be as attractive to me as Balthazar was. Wait...what? I shook my head and focused once again.

"Balthazar, you're alive?" The one with bright green eyes asked in disbelieve.

"Yes, it would appear so." I guess this was a usual occurance for them, someone they know coming back to life. Isn't the dead supposed to stay dead? Apparently not.

"But you're... Alive?!" He said again. Wasn't it obvious enough that he was standing here in front of them?

"Yes I am and you have said that twice now, congratulations." I couldn't help but smirk Balthazar's wit, it was certainly something different but something I could get used to. Balthazar looker over to me and gave me a smirk of his own. The three men looked at each other and then back to Balthazar, Mimi, and I. All three of them had a questioning look in their eyes as they looked at Mimi and I.

"Okay then, but who are they Balthazar? You can't just bring random girls in! This isn't going to be your personal whore house!" I raised a single eyebrow at the green eyed man. before Balthazar could say anything I stopped him.

"Excuse me mister bright eyes, but my sister and I, are not whores. Ever heard the expression that first impressions are pretty important? Well you just started off horribly with me. Now since you made your assumptions, let me make mine." I stepped up to him with each word. "You are a guy who has had one too many one nighters with countless girls, who you probably can't remember the names of. You have a slight drinking problem, one too many regrets to count on both fingers, insecurities, a fear of letting people down, but you try your best to hide behind a tough mach man, attitude. Does any of that sound accurate to you?" I looked the man in the eyes, challenging him. Where was this sudden burst of confidence coming from? Wherever it was coming from, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the feeling it gave me. When the guy didn't answer me, I knew I hit a wound or two. "Exactly." I walked back over to Mimi and Balthazar.

"Balthazar, how are you alive? And what is their importance to you?" The man with the blue eyes spoke up, disrupting any tension there was in the room from my encounter with guy with the green eyes. It would be nice to know their names at this point. Otherwise I might start calling them guy 1, guy 2, and guy 3.

"Well, Castiel, if you must know, sometime earlier in the day I woke up fairly confused and not completely understanding why I was up. Until God came to me and told me he was the one who brought me back."