Soulmates- Gadreel x Reader

Chapter 4

Word Count: 1600

Summary of the chapter: After being awoken by a mysterious pain on your body, you get an odd feeling to check on Gadreel in the middle of the night. The sight left behind after Dean's rampage makes you sick, and you decide to try and help Gadreel.

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You jerked awake- body tensing so tight that your back lifted off the bed slightly, your face contorted into that of a pain grimace, sweat dripping down the back of your neck. The pain passed and you sagged on your bed, breathing heavily as you roll onto your side- the side that hadn't shot a spike of pain through your shoulder blade. You gingerly reached up- fingers brushing over the skin.

Nothing, no mark, blood, or pain anymore. You let out a soft sigh, eyes closing as you relaxed again. After suffering a vivid nightmare of your brother being killed- which you knew wasn't true, for he was alive- you had thought the pain real. You flinched as you remembered the flash of white across your mind, pushing yourself up into a sitting position to let your bare back breath.

The blankets heaped around your waist and you reached up again, your fingertips massaging your shoulder as you looked around. Your little clock on your nightstand said two in the morning, and you groaned softly. Great, another early start to a day. You threw the blankets off you, letting your feet touch the cold floor and shuffled over to your dresser, grabbing a bra and a tank top before heading to the showers.

You quickly showered under the cold water- wanting to cool off your sweaty body- and dried off, tossing on your clothes. The captain america pj pants rested comfortably on your hips and you quickly tied the waistband, your muscles moving and shifting. You threw on your bra and stared at yourself in the mirror, slowly moving your fingers to watch the muscles respond all the way up your arm. You watched with fascination as you lifted an arm, the muscles in your shoulder moving underneath your skin without a fleck of pain. Years of hunting has shaped you to be like this, and in your eyes, perfection.

You quickly threw on a shirt, trying not to focus so much on your body image. That was always the problem, you knew you were fit, you were fine, and yet you were still self conscious and terrified that you would be mocked. That you weren't enough.

Brushing the thoughts away you headed out, quietly making your way to the kitchen for your usual cup of tea. You walked by a familiar hallway and paused- eyes landing on the general direction of Gadreel's room. After a quick debate you decided to visit him. Where was the harm? The boys were most likely asleep and the Angel didn't need sleep- so he would be awake. You walked towards his room, one hand wrapping around the handle as the other rested against the wooden door- your movements pausing.

Why? Why visit Gadreel? What would you get out of it? You bit your bottom lip before steeling your resolve, turning the handle and entering the room. The light was already on, and your eyes landed on Gadreel. Bile lurched into your throat and you tensed- your breathing becoming shaky as you took in his battered form. He weakly lifted his head- eyes landing on your form. His brows furrowed and he hissed in pain- and you left the room, closing the door.

When you came back you had a small bowl of hot water and a rag, closing the door softly behind you before cautiously walking forward, stopping a foot away from him.

"Can I- can I attend to your wounds?" You asked softly, watching a fresh trail of blood leak down his cheek. He nodded slightly and you took two steps forward before kneeling in front of him, grabbing the rag and wringing the hot water out of it. You took the damp rag and started with his jaw and cheeks, your left hand hesitantly holding his jaw while your right hand worked lightly.

He was watching you closely- eyes roaming your face and then your eyes as he gauged your reactions. What he found surprised him. There was a slight look of disgust- and he couldn't tell if it was because you were cleaning his wounds, which he figured wasn't it because you were a hunter, or because of the fact that they were there in the first place. Besides the disgust? There was a tenderness in your eyes, your hands working lightly and quickly- trying to ease his pain.

You removed your hands and dipped the rag in the water, watching it swirl and turn pink as you wring it out and then went back to cleaning his face. Once you had wiped the blood away you found the cut that had kept oozing. A cut above his eyebrow that Dean had given him. Your jaw clenched and you took a deep breath, wiping at it once more with the rag before putting the rag in the water. Your right hand came back up and gently brushed against the wound- and he stopped himself from flinching at the sharp sting. Your touch was soft, gentle, something he didn't expect in a hunter.

Your left hand came up and gently cradled his jaw as you picked up the rag once again, wringing it out with the one hand before standing on your knees. Your breath wash across his cheek and he picked up the scent of mint and something citrusy. The way his stubble brushed against your left hand tickled, but his jaw seemed to form perfectly to the palm of your hand. Your eyes darted down to his quickly when you caught him staring at you. You forced yourself to focus on the cut- red creeping up your neck and cheeks as you worked. You brushed your thumb over it once more- wishing you could do more to help him.

"There- I cleaned what I could." You said softly, as if speaking any louder would break the soft silence that had fallen upon you two. You pulled away, sitting on your heels as you placed the rag in the water, washing off your right hand before drying it on your pjs.

"Thank you." He said softly, his voice striking a chord in you and sending a chill down your spine. You hid the shudder, staying crouched in front of him as you stared at your lap. You didn't respond to his thanks, and he realized that you were taking deep breaths, controlling your breathing. Your hands clenched into fists, your nails digging into your leg as you bit your bottom lip.

"It's funny, the only reason I woke up was because of a combination of a nightmare and a sharp pain that didn't exist..." You looked up to him, catching his eyes. "Did he- did he hurt your back?" You asked hesitantly, and there was a pause before he nodded just the slightest. You looked down again, pushing yourself off the ground and grabbing the bowl.

"He's not even asking you questions for information, is he? He's just beating away at you because he feels he has the right." You whispered, and Gadreel swallowed uncomfortably. You were attentive and smart- quick to catch onto things he surely thought you would miss.

"It doesn't matter." He said, your face hidden as you turned away from him. "He does have the right-" The bowl falling to the ground interrupted him, the metal ringing as the water splashed all over the floor.

"Don't say that." You hissed, and he was caught off guard. You turned to face him, the hem of your pants getting soaked by the water. "Don't keep saying that- it's not true." You said, soft but firm. He blinked in surprise at the tears that threatened to spill. "You paid for your crimes, your time of paying for something that was not yours is done." You said, spinning and walking out the room. When you came back you were holding a dry towel, wiping away your footprints and then mopping up the spilled water, smudging the circle that was around his feet. Once the floor was sufficiently dry- meaning that by the time Dean came in if he did he wouldn't notice anything- you pulled out a small piece of chalk, the same one Dean used to draw the circle.

"I wish I could leave it broken- but if Dean noticed-" Gadreel whispered a soft 'I know' and you stopped speaking, simply rewriting the part that was missing and then standing back up. You grabbed the bowl and the rag, putting the rag into the bowl and the towel draped over your half bare shoulder. Gadreel let his eyes travel to your arms, your tank top allowing him to see much more of your build now.

"Before you go... why are you doing this?" He asked, and you looked at him, your (e/c) eyes locked with his forest green eyes. He watched as you struggled to come up with a suitable answer, but after you spoke he realized you had been struggling to come up with the truth.

"I don't know." You said, turning and leaving the room. You closed the door behind you- your words echoing in your head as you went to put everything where it belonged, the rag and towel with the laundry and the bowl in the kitchen. You didn't know why you were helping him, and it wasn't exactly bothering you. Sure, you wanted to know why, but you helping him didn't seem to be hurting anyone in this situation, so why should it matter?

"Why am I helping you?" You whispered, setting the bowl down gently in the sink, your hands now empty.