Supernatural Preferences

Fall For You TFWxReader

Request: (Please can I have either a Soulmate AU preference or) a mini-series where the reader is an angel and falls in love with TFW?

When Metatron caused the angels to fall, you didn't know what to do. It was your first time outside of Heaven, you didn't even have a vessel. You decided that that would be your first plan of action.

Your next move was to get back into Heaven. Or, at the very least, find someone that knew how.

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Castiel was at the centre of the mess, so you decided to track him down and see what he knew.

Turns out you weren't the only one searching for him.

Gishiel, another angel that fell in roughly the same area as you, agreed to come with you after hearing your plan. Every angel knew that Castiel was friendly with a pair of troublesome humans - even living with them to some extent - so finding him meant having to find them first.

The two of you travelled across the world until you finally reached America. Or, more specifically, Kansas. It was a long and arduous journey without your wings, but you made it more or less in one piece.

"I heard they take up residence in Lebanon," Gishiel said, gesturing towards a point on the map you had miraculously found in the dustbin. "We should head there and see if the locals know anything."

"Very well," you agreed.

It took you around four more days to walk from Witchita to Lebanon thanks to all the sleep your vessel needed to function properly. One lady that worked in a liquor store pointed you in the right direction after you described the appearance of the hunters Castiel worked with.

Then finally, there was the black vehicle that the older brother was so proud of parked almost completely out of sight on a dusty road.

"This is it," you breathed nervously. Now that you were here, your hope that Castiel would help you was becoming increasingly smaller.

"This is it." Gishiel repeated grimly. His angel blade slipped into his hand as he strode forward.

You held out an arm to stop him and he turned to you with fury in his eyes.

"Let me go," he hissed, and you realised you and been grasping his wrist.

"This wasn't part of the plan,"

"This was always part of the plan." He snapped. "Those humans are the last obstacle."

"What will you do to them if I don't stop you?" You asked with new found confidence. Your other hand was fumbling for your pocket which held your very own blade.

"What I must to get to Castiel. Don't you see, Y/N? He is to blame for all of this. He must suffer for what he did to the rest of us, I don't care if it means disposing of a few humans first."

Gishiel shook himself free and carried on towards the stairs. Taking a deep breath, you lunged forward with your arms outstretched. You tackled him to the ground and pulled your knife out, pressing it to his chest.

"I need him," you growled, digging the tip of your weapon into his skin. He shoved you off of him and stabbed your shoulder when you attempted to shield your heart.

"He is a traitor!" Gishiel cried. He ripped his blade out of your flesh and rammed it into your abdomen.

A scream escaped your lips as you felt your grace slowly leave your body.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. You must understand that I am doing this for the other angels as well."

As Gishiel was walking away, you rolled onto your side and shakily stood up. Pulling the knife out of your stomach, you swallowed the pain and stifled another scream. You silently snuck up behind him and wrapped one arm around his throat. You pulled his head backwards causing him to topple to the floor in top of you. He scrambled to escape your hold, thrashing his arms around in an attempt to hit you. With one final swing, your blade was buried in his temple, his eyes and mouth expelling a blinding blue light.

You pushed Gishiel's lifeless vessel off of you and limped over to the door of the bunker, banging on it repeatedly until you heard footsteps.

A tall, long-haired man opened the door with one hand on the gun in his waistband. His eyes widened as he took in your blood-soaked appearance.

"Please help me." You said, before crumbling to the ground.

A/N: This sucks so far but I'm going to expand on the story in the next chapter.

There will be around three chapters, maybe more depending on how the story goes.