Plot: you were a Victoria's Secret angel and you met Cas, Sam and Dean
P.s these are real VS angels except for this book's character. But if you want youre an angel in your own way :) (Candice Swanepoel and Taylor Hill)
Your POV
"Hey Candice," I walked into Candice's room as she popped out of nowhere wearing a sports bra and loose shorts. "(Y/n)! So glad you could make it!" She bubbled up with her South African accent. "Yeah yeah, come on," I said as I threw my bag to her bed and made her sit infront of the mirror. As much as she is, she's a model and she doesn't pay attention to her make up aslong as she feel fine. I sat infront of her and started applying her makeup because we have another show tonight. "Candice, pick some color range," I handed her a makeup pallete and she picked out smokey gray and a nice tone of browny tan. I started applying it to her lids and did her eyebrows amd such. Once I was done, I touched up for myself and gave Candice her makeup. "Hey guys!" I heard Taylor's voice through the room. "Hey Tay," I smiled as I put back my sling bag. "Come on, let's go," Taylor said as we left the hotel room and meeting up with the girls. "Let's go (y/n),"
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Sam Smith sang his song as I walked down the aisle twisting and smiling and I posed when I was near the edge. I looked at the people but a blue eyed man caught my eye. I shrugged it off and blew a kiss to the crowd and walked back. I turned a left and leaned on the wall staring blankly. "(Y/n), what's wrong?" Taylor patted my shoulder. "There was this man. He was...," I trailed off as I shrugged her off. "I'm good," I said walking backstage and sitting on my makeup chair. Then a the make up lady started touching up and she pushed me playfully to the wardbrobe area and they made me wear stuff. Then they lined me up after Candice and when it was my turn, I did some stuff to entertain and make everybody happy. Sam Smith grabbed my hand and twirled me while he was singing and I posed again for the audience and the cameras. Then I saw that beautiful son of a gun looking at me.
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The show ended and we were backstage. No we, me. Everybody was out and I was just by myself when I heard a deep voice. "Hello?" I turned around to see the same blue eyed man wearing a trenchcoat. "Yes?" I stood up and tied my (y/h/c) hair into a messy ponytail. "You're in danger. We need to leave now," someone appeared behind the blue eyed man. Then I grabbed a knife from my drawer and threw it to the blue eyed man and it did nothing. He pulled it out and dropped it to the ground without much blood. "What are you?" I whispered and the two men shifted behind him. "I am Castiel. I'm an angel of the Lord," he sternly said. "What am I in danger for?" I said confusingly. "Demons," he said. "How do I know you're not gonna use me?" I asked in a scared tone. "Winchester? Poughkeepsie?" The smaller one behind Castiel said. "Winchesters?" I asked and nodded. "Erase their minds please," I grabbed my duffle bag and walking past I think Dean. "You're a hunter?" He asked.
"Ofcourse what do you think?"
"But why are you a model? I mean no offence you look amazing but-,"
"My life is a crappy story and I'm spicing it up because I want to live normally,"
"You look hot by the way. I'm Dean," Dean started flirting but I laughed him off.
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It has been a year and I was living in the bunker with Sam and Dean and Cas made all the people forget about me which was kinda sad but hunting and family comes first. Cas asked me out a couple of times and I was going to sleep at my room tonight at the bunker.
"Goodnight guys," I said walking back to my room and snuggling up until I felt arms wrap around me and I recognized it was Cas's. "Hey Cas," I snuggled closer to him. "Go to sleep, I'll watvh over you. Goodnight angel,"
