Sam x Reader - Angel

Eighteen

Y/N's P.O.V.

"Oh my god, she's waking up!" A woman said quietly and I groaned, opening my eyes.
"Are you ok, sweetie?"

"Get away from her." A older man said harshly, pulling the old woman's arm.
"She fell from the sky Marge, that's not normal."

"Obviously, but she needs my help." I sat up and looked at the couple.
"Can you tell me your name?"

"Y/N." I blinked a few times and looked around. The woman handed me a glass of water and I gratefully took it.
"What happened?"

"You fell from the sky!" The man said and the woman glared at him.
"What are you?"

"Oh, shut it, Harold!" The woman hissed.
"I'm Marge, and this is my husband. Unfortunately, he's right, you fell from the sky, but there isn't a scratch on you."

"I..." I remembered what happened in the Empty and how I got there.
"I can explain, but have you got a phone?"

"Of course we do, we're not Savages!" Harold said, handing me a mobile. His wife smacked his arm and took the phone from my hands.

"You need to rest, who do you want us to call, Dearie?" I bit my lip nervously.

"I can do it." The woman shook her head and I sighed.
"Fine, the number is 666 and you're calling Crowley, King Of Hell."

"Are you being serious?" Harold scoffed.

"Yes. I told you I can explain, but I need to call him." The woman looked at her husband, before slowly dialling the number. I reached and turned the phone on speaker.

"This is Crowley, how may I torture you today?" I sighed in relief, whereas the two elderly people looked almost horrified.

"Hey, Crow." I said nervously.

"Y/N? Where the Hell are you?" He yelled and Marge jumped.
"Where have you been?"

"A little hard to explain right now but I'm with two lovely people and I think you're scaring them." I smiled nervously.
"Actually, where am I?" Harold muttered the address and I repeated it, only for the line to go dead.

"What trouble have you gotten into this time?" Crowley sighed and Harold spun around.

"Who are you?"

"I believe we just spoke, name's Crowley." I rolled my eyes.

"A little help?" I sighed and they all looked at me.
"It feels like everything's broken."
With a snap of his fingers I was fixed up and in almost no pain.
"Thanks."

"Who are you people?" Marge asked shakily and I felt bad for dragging them into this.

"I'm sorry for everything." I said calmly.
"I'm Y/N, an angel and this is Crowley, a demon."

"Great, now we should be leaving." Crowley sighed.

"An angel and a demon working together! Blasphemy!" Harold yelled.

"That's kinda racist, but ok." I muttered.
"Not all demons are evil and not all angels are good. We just happen to be fighting for Humanity and not against it." Crowley snapped his fingers and we were both in Hell.

"That was cute, but dO YOU WANT TO TELL ME WHERE YOU'VE BEEN!?" I flinched at his sudden outburst.

"We were taken by some government agency, there was warding everywhere and we couldn't get out. Lucifer was there too, not sure how." Crowley sat on his throne.
"I killed myself, expecting to go to purgatory, but I ended up in the Empty."

"And you escaped?" Crowley said in amazement.

"Believe me, I'm surprised too. What do you have on Lucifer?" Crowley rubbed his temples.

"2 weeks ago he was seen entering a government base. I guess we know why." I nodded my head.

"I'm gonna need to stock up and get changed." Crowley rolled his eyes.

"Really? The whole dirty ripped prison suit really shows off your form." I glared at him.
"Get ready and go."