Soulmates- Gadreel x Reader

Chapter 7

Warnings: Pain,

Summary: You eventually pass out from the pain and are bedridden till you're better. Gadreel's left behind to wonder why he could feel the lingering touches of your pain.

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Your hands were resting on your shoulders, your body curled over as your forehead pressed against the ground. Your nails began to dig into your skin and someone somewhere was calling your name. You ignored the distant voice- stars dancing in front of your eyes as you dug your nails in further. Something wet trailed against your back and between your fingers, and you weakly pulled a hand away, sitting up just enough to see what was all over your hand.

Pearly red drops trailed down your hand, and you watched as they crept along, your heartbeat seeming to slow down, along with the rest of the world. The pain seemed to freeze, or grow numb, and you sat up a little straighter, still watching the blood on your hands. Your breath left in a soft sigh, and your eyes fluttered shut- your body falling forward as you passed out.

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There was something laying across you, suffocating you and making you sweat unbearably. You weakly thrashed around, shoving the object away as violently as you could with your weak body before you blacked out again.

Gadreel's head was wheeling as he stared at nothing. He had watched you come in here, and tear yourself up so you wouldn't tear him up... His eyes traveled to where you had passed out, a small puddle of blood no bigger than his thumb now dried up. He heard scuffling outside, and when he glanced up he expected to see Dean, ready to beat him to a pulp. After a moment nothing happened and he resumed to his thoughts.

When you were trying to carve out your shoulders, he had felt a soft sting from his own shoulders. He had dismissed it from when Dean had hurt him, but his thoughts traveled back to the morning you had come in, half asleep but worried for him.

'Did he- Did he hurt your back?' Her voice rang in his head, and he rolled his shoulders slightly at the thought. How had you known? '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...' He blinked and looked over at his shoulder slightly, the scar now gone, leaving behind a rip in his shirt. A sharp pain that didn't exist...

He flexed his shoulders once more, his wings adjusting themselves in the room, and paused. You had been staring at something, something that was off to the side of him. What he had once taken as a look of drifting off, turned out it could be something else. His tongue licked his lips slightly and he looked over at his wings.

If you could see his wings... His eyes widened at the thought, and the need to speak with you began to build in his chest as he looked to the door. He debated on calling out for Sam or Dean- but stopped himself. Dean would probably knock him around, and not answer his question, and Sam... Sam was an honest man, but Gadreel was a threat in his eyes. He probably wouldn't receive an answer from him either.

He took a deep breath through his nose- trying to shove the recent events out of his mind. The image of you in pain, hurting yourself and being hurt from the inside, from a force your body had never come across before... He flexed his jaw, rolling his head around before he settled down, rotating his hands in the cuffs. He wished Dean had cuffed him in the front instead of the back. The story you had told him...

He felt unsettled- and not as a feeling of human emotion. No, your story had left him unsettled in his soul. It had rubbed his very being the wrong way- and he found a small part of him wishing he could set things right, change the past so that you didn't have so much pain and suffering in your past.

He instantly shook the thought away. Any change of the past, filled with good intentions or bad, never went well. It would set off a ripple effect and you could be dead in their current time instead of alive. Dean and Sam would be affected by it, and Cas would as well. Gadreel couldn't go back and make things better.

That same part of him that wanted to change the past spoke up again, and he listened silently as its intentions ran through his body like adrenaline. If he couldn't change your past, he could at least try and make your future better.