Soulmates- Gadreel x Reader

Chapter 3

spoilers: mentions a character death that happened in the show!! read at your own risk

Two days later you decided that you had to see Gadreel again. You didn't have a big reason- or a real one for all you could tell. Something about him made you curious, and in a poor attempt to comfort yourself you said it was his past.

You looked around, praying the brothers were truly invested in their books as you quietly closed yours, and slowly stood. When the boys didn't look up you slipped out of the room, letting out a soft sigh as you waited to see if someone went to follow you. When no one made any move to follow you slipped down the hallway, heading towards Gadreel's room.

You made sure you left no trace, and made no sound as you carefully opened the door and slipped in, shutting it just as quietly as you opened it. You could feel his eyes on your back, and he watched as your back muscles tensed as you took a deep breath before slowly turning around.

Your (e/c) eyes were shining with an emotion he couldn't identify, soft, thin (h/c) eyebrows resting delicately above the jewels. He looked a little closer and noticed you had soft freckles across the bridge of your nose and your cheeks, very faint but still there. Your cheekbones were soft but your jaw was sharp- giving you an almost foreign look. Your lips- which were a soft rosy pink- were parted slightly as you took him in.

Gadreel was quite the amazing creature. When standing he commanded attention by simply breathing, and you found that even though he was sitting down he still had this... aura to him that drew your attention his way. Include his wings, and his demeanor took up the whole room, puffing your demeanor out of existence. His eyes from this distance looked a little more hazel, but you guessed that up close they would be some shade of green. His jaw was wide, and squared out a lot more compared to your almost ovalish face. A light scruff shadowed his jaw and his blonde hair was short and frayed- almost stylishly. His eyebrows softly arched over his eyes, creating what you would describe as a soft spoken face.

You put your back to the wall, sliding down it before you finally sat down- your eyes never leaving his face. You didn't need to look at the rest of him to know he was very muscular, and could probably pop your head off accidently instead of choking you to death. The amount of strength he must have locked away in that vessel, just the thought of how strong he really was made you feel nauseous, so instead you focused on the ground.

"I'm sorry." He said softly, and your heart rate picked up as his wings shuffled- as if looking for a place to spread out to their full span. Your eyes slowly traveled up to his- hesitant to engage with him. Your eyes locked with his and your heart plummeted into your stomach. He really was sorry- the sorrow in his eyes, along with the guilt, told you as much. You swallowed thickly- hands resting by your sides and on the floor.

"I believe you." You said softly, (h/c) hair falling around your face as you looked back to the ground. "But words can not remove the stain of actions." You spoke again, and Gadreel watched you carefully, nodding slightly.

"Wise words from someone so young." He said, and you realized his voice was smooth but deep, unlike Castiel's- which was gravelly and deep. You shrugged slightly, looking to your right hand as you began to sketch ruins on the floor- your heart pounding. What would Dean and Sam do if they found you in here?

'Who cares- I can handle myself. They can go have an orgy fest for all I care.' You thought, your eyebrows furrowing slightly as you took a deep breath through your nose. Gadreel's eyes traveled to your hand sketching, and after a moment realized what you were drawing.

"You know Enochian?" He asked, and you paused- steadying your nerves before nodding slightly, looking up at him.

"Yes, I do... such a complicated language." You replied- and you hid your face at the small smile that graced his lips. Your conscious quietly noted that he looked better smiling, even if it was a small one. "But... it has saved us many times- especially when Castiel couldn't make it." You said, and you jerked your head back down once you realized you were staring at his wings. Staring was rude.

"I see..." He paused, and you placed your right hand flat on the ground, fingers spreading out to absorb the cold. Your body was beginning to overheat- and maybe it was because your nerves were on fire and you were in a small room with a man who was basically a heater- but you didn't really want to leave... there was an odd sense of peace talking with him.

"I want you to know that what Dean is doing is just." He said, and your whole body tensed. No, it never was. "I deserve what he gives me. It is my punishment for betraying Heaven and joining Metatron." He said. No, no this was not just, and he did not deserve punishment.

"I-" You cut yourself off, your hand curling up into a fist. Gadreel watched the muscles in your arm move and realized that you were stronger than you looked. Years of hunting had carved you to move like water- and your muscles did just that. "I don't think this is just." You said, pushing yourself to your feet and grabbing the handle on the door, finally locking eyes with him. "I don't." You said, opening the door and slipping out before closing it, standing in front of the door for a moment before heading to your room.

The conversation with Gadreel- it left an odd feeling in your chest. While in the room you felt at peace- and the conversation hadn't felt too forced. It was a contrast to that of Dean and Sam's conversations- like a fresh breath of air. Or a splash of cold water to your skin. It was new, and honest. He did things with good intentions, and once realizing he was wrong?

"He says he deserves to be punished." You whispered, standing in your room and closing the door. You looked upwards, towards the ceiling. "But for some reason... I disagree." You said, not knowing if it was a prayer or just a statement to the heavens. You looked back down at the floor, feeling calmer and better today than you had in awhile. You rested a hand to the wall, closing your eyes as you leaned against it.

"I don't know why I feel this way, and why I feel this creeping need to protect him, but I disagree with him. I think he's been punished enough for his sins, and that it's time to show him that it's okay. It's okay to let the past go- and to learn from your mistakes... if only he could see." You said, eyebrows furrowed as if it pained you to speak the words. Your heart pounded steadily in your chest- as if backing up the words you had spoken. You opened your eyes slowly- knowing your should head back to the boys.

"What's happening to me?" You whispered even softer- your arms feeling weak and yet strong at the same time. Whatever was going on, in your chest, in your head, you felt like it had something to do with the Angel currently on lockdown in the bunker, and the thought seemed to set your blood on fire and chill it at the same time.