Supernatural | One-Shots

The Savior: No One.

↬ Date: 07.11.2022.
↬ Prompt: You save the boys several times.
↬ Trigger [Warning]: Cursing; mentioning of killing a father figure; mentions of blood; poorly edited.
↬ Words: 2208.
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"I. Hate. Demons." Stabbing the fifth demon today, you groaned. Demons had to be your least favorite creature. Cleaning your knife off with a rag, you turned towards the two boys you just saved. Neither spoke up so you sarcastically said, "You're welcome."

You turned around and quickly dunked down from another demon trying to attack you. You caught him around the waist and threw him over your shoulder, making your back ache. He landed in front of the two boys and the oldest reacted by driving the blade of his knife into the neck of the demon. The body flashed an orange before dying.

"Who are you?" The youngest asked as he helped his brother up, "I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean."

Someone appeared behind them covered in blood and dirt.

"Oh, and this is Castiel." You pursed your lips as you thought about them. They don't seem too bad.

"(Y/N)." Short and simple. A glint in your (E/C) eyes made the three boys want to know more. You waved 'bye' and turned to walk away but hearing Sam call out your name made you stop, and look back at them. "Yes?"

"I just... I wanted to say thank you and ask how we can repay you. You didn't know us and yet you still came in here, and practically saved our asses." Sam chuckled once as he used his sleeve to wipe some blood off of his forehead. You felt your stomach growl as you stared at them, thinking.

"Feed me and I'll call it even," You declared with a wide smile that made all three boys weak in their knees. Sam looked at Dean for approval before nodding at you and had you follow them to their car.

Because you're a healthy bitch, you decided to go on a walk to the gas station that was near your hotel for a snack (but stopped when you heard the boys screaming from a warehouse) so you didn't have to worry about a car. Dean made a pit stop at the boys' motel to get cleaned up. You stole one of Sam's flannels and a pair of sweatpants from Dean as you washed up because your clothes were stained with blood and dirt, so you couldn't really wear them outside.

"What might I get for you folk?" The southern accent of the waitress was thick as it sliced through the air, knocking everyone back to reality. You and Castiel shared a seat while Dean and Sam shared one. Looking over the menu of the diner, the three humans ordered what they wanted. "And for him?"

The waitress pointed at Castiel with her pen, who didn't eat because it would only taste like molecules. Sam ordered him a plate of fries. Smiling, the waitress took off.

"So, how long have you been hunting, (Y/N)?" Sam asked as he tapped his fingers against the table. You watched them, getting lost in your mind again.

"I don't remember a time where I wasn't a hunter." Your statement didn't shock the boys much, seeing as they were in the same boat. "How about y'all?"

"Dean's been doing it since he was little. I was too but I stopped a couple of years ago but it started back up for reasons," Sam explained without giving away too much detail, "Castiel here, he's been with us, physically, for about a year now."

You nodded to show you heard him as your eyes squinted slightly.

"So, I'm not completely lost here: he is an angel, right?" Dean nodded as he stared at you. You made a face that looked like you checked something off of a list. "Okay, I've met a few angels in my lifetime, and none of them had black wings. What happened to yours, Cas?"

Castiel's back instantly stiffened, turning to look at you. Dean's eyes jumped between you two, concerned and confused.

"What? Cas, what do they mean? How can they see your wings?" Dean's questions flew over Castiel's head as he stared at you. You weren't an angel nor a demon; you were human- how the hell could you see his wings? "Castiel, answer me."