Sam x Reader - Angel

Eleven

Y/N's P.O.V.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Damn, Sam looks good in a suit.

"Woah." Sam whispered looking at me, causing my cheeks to heat up.
I was wearing a long F/C dress with a slit up the side. The dress had an open back and I noticed how Sam looked me up and down.
"You look gorgeous."

"Thanks." I smiled nervously.
"You don't look too bad either." He rolled his eyes, grabbing onto my waist and pulling me towards him and planting a kiss on my lips.

"We're gonna have to go to more parties like this if I get to see you all dressed up like that." Sam winked and I slapped his chest. He let go of me and we left the motel, heading towards the car.
It was only a short drive to the large hotel that the part was hosted at.
It was beautiful, but not my scene. I'd much rather be sat in the bunker with a book and fluffy socks, not clutching a small bag, that held a gun and wearing heals that killed my feet.

"Let's get in and get the plan into action." Sam wrapped his arm around my waist and we walked in, immediately met with bright lights and a live orchestra.
"Damn, this is one rich witch." Sam hummed in response. Someone tapped on my shoulder and I turned to see my mother with a nervous look on her face.

"I want to apologise for what I said earlier. I didn't mean it, you just resurfaced a lot of crap that I wanted to forget." She seemed sincere, but that didn't mean I wanted to believe her.
"Let me help with this case, I've been watching this witch for weeks, I've just not found a way to kill her."

"Witch killing bullets." Sam said, no expression in his voice or tone.
"They usually do the trick."

"Just let me help." I looked at Sam before sighing.

"Fine, but don't make a sound." Sam nodded at me and it was time to set our plan into action. We went to the corner of the room, away from any onlookers.

"No ones looking." Sam said and I touched both of their arms, before sending us all into one of the second floor rooms, which was off limits to all guests.

"What the fuck?" Maria looked around the room then back at us.
"What just happened?"

"I forgot to mention, when I went after Lucifer he held me hostage and tortured me for half a year, before attempting to turn me into an angel. It sort of worked." Sam opened the door slightly, looking out.

"Let's go." I tried to follow him out the door, but my mother grabbed my arm.

"You're an angel?" She questioned and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, whatever, be a good girl and I'll give you passage into heaven." I followed Sam down the hallway.

"What are you three doing up here? It's blocked off. How did you even get up here?" A man who was almost the same height as Sam asked.

"Hi, um, we're kinda very lost." I said in a nervous voice walking towards him. He let out a sigh.
"I'm not even sure how we got up here."

"Yeah, well you're not supposed to be." The guy grabbed my arm and I reached up, touching his temple, causing him to fall unconscious.

"You two are unbelievable!" My mother scolded as Sam dragged the guy into one of the rooms.

"Do you want to go back downstairs or are you going to shut up?" We continued to move forward and before he could walk around the corner, I pulled Sam back.

"What?" We glanced over, Maria just behind us. There was 2 guards by a door and the hotel manager, the hostess, walked towards them.

"I'll make my speech in 15 minutes, I have things to prepare." She went into the room and Sam pulled the gun out from the inside of his jacket.

"We should do 'get help'." I half joked and he rolled his eyes.

"We're not doing get help, it's embarrassing." He whisper-yelled at me.

"Yeah, for me." And that's the story of how I ended up in Sam's arms, my mother trailing behind him as he stumbled forwards.

"My girlfriend- she needs- get help." The guards looked panicked and once he was close enough he threw me towards them, causing me to land on my butt.

"You were supposed to catch me! What if I was dying or something?!" I kicked their legs from under them, knocking them both out with a punch to the face.
"These heals are driving me insane!" I opened the door and the hostess/witch turned to look at us in shock, some kind of bottle in her hands. She threw it at us and Sam caught it, but it exploded and a strange green dust covered us both.

"Why did you kill those people?" Sam demanded, raising his gun at her.

"That won't hurt me, you know that, right?" She witch smirked.

"Witch killing bullets." Sam shrugged and a look of horror passed over her features.
"Talk."

"They all owed me money and various other things." The witch blurted.

"So you killed them?" The witch rolled her eyes and I felt slightly dizzy. I leaned onto Maria and she looked at me worriedly.
"What was in that bottle?"

"Y/N?" Sam looked at me, before turning back to the witch. One shot and she was on the floor.
"Y/N? What's wrong?" Sam asked and suddenly his face paled. He leaned against me and I panicked, sending us all back to the motel.

"What's going on?" My mother looked at us both and Sam collapsed to the floor.

"Call... Dean."