Balthazar: "Bloody hell what do you infants want now?!" He roared, appearing before Sam and Dean at the hands of their prayers. "This is the third blasted time this week!" He snarled.
Dean raised his hands defensively.
Dean: "Hey, chill out man - we just need a favour."
Balthazar: "You fools and your favours." He sneered, his anger evident by the deep frown between his eyebrows.
Sam: "Look, we promise this is the last time we will-"
Balthazar: "Who's this?" His tone changed rapidly from annoyed and uninterested to charming and polite within seconds when he noticed you standing in the shadows. You raised your head from the corner of the room and locked eyes with the angel.
Dean narrowed his eyes, looking between you and Balthazar.
Dean: "Hey," He warned, "Eyes here, buddy." He snapped his fingers in front of Balthazar to get his attention back from gazing at you.
You had promised to stay silent while they discussed business with the angel, but you couldn't help but walk over to where the brothers were standing.
Y/N: "Hi." you said softly as Balthazar seemed to choke slightly and draw his very revealing cardigan across his defined chest in a protective manner. Dean cleared his throat and Sam looked uncomfortable as the tension in the room thickened. The angel seemed lost for words, for once.
Balthazar: "Well...I'm extremely honoured to meet you m'lady." He choked out, looking feeble. You saw him sneak a glance up and down your body and you felt Dean shift beside you.
Dean: "Alright enough bullshit Balthazar, we got stuff to get done." He growled, pushing you behind him protectively. Sam looked down at you and grinned in amusement while you blushed.
