Gift from chuck (Dean Winchester x reader )

Chapter 1 a vessel claimed

Bold means yours or someone's thoughts
Italic means it's your angel form speaking
( there is a little bit of smut nothing full blown so be warned)
Abigails pov:

I have to keep running, I'm not dying because of some punk ass demon chick on steroids. I can feel ever fibre in my body screaming for realise but I'm not going down, not yet. I knew being a hunter was dangerous but I was born into it I didn't have a choice, but I sure as hell ain't going down like this.

I keep going, through trees and branches, not stopping to check if she was still behind me because I already know the answer. I can feel her filthy black eyes staring at me like I'm a chunk of meat, but it's not over yet, as long as I can breath I can fight.
I turn around on my heel and get ready to cut this son of a bitch into peace's.
I know that thing is still out there and for what it's done I'm gonna make it pay.

"Awww come one Abigail don't be like that" her voice melts into my ear making me instantly tense up.
"I promise I'll make it a slow and painful death"

turning to where the voice is coming from so I could gank her once and for all but she isn't there. I try and stay alert but the cut she gave me earlier isn't making anything easier.

"Just like I did to that poor innocent family you couldn't save, ugh there screams where so delectable" she continued "I'm sure you will be just as good"

And just like that I feel a intense pain surge in me, i could feel whatever I had just been stabbed with move further in pushing and ripping at muscle and organs. Then there she was, the scum standing in front of me grinning as her hand rests on the blade that's sheathed in my chest.

"do it Abigail. Scream, cry, beg for mercy and watch me give you none!" I didn't want to give in, I didn't want to give this skank the satisfaction of my pain. But the more the blade went in the harder it was to keep in my agony.

"J-just kill me" I say choking on the metallic taste of my own blood.

"Not until you scream" her eyes flicking to black, she knew what she was doing to me, and she loved every second.

Unable to hold it in anymore I let out a blood curdling scream that absorbed the open space around me.

"Oh yeah, th-that's it, YES!" She yelled as she was engulfed in the pleasure of my pain.

"Y-you....bitch" that's all I could muster up. I was fading fast and she knew it.

"Aw no fun your already dying" she groaned as she kicking me off of her knife, earning another Yelp from me.

"Whatever" her hot breath not on my face as she's inches away "I'll just leave you here to bleed out slowly I guess" her tone was full of enjoyment, she knew she accomplished what she needed.

She nudged me over so I was now on my back, still clutching on to the wound in my chest as an attempt to slow down the bleeding.

She removed my hands and held them over my head and straddled my hips causing me to groan from the sudden pressure placed on me.

"It was fun, and your cute, but I don't think it's gonna work out between us" she pouted pretend to care.

I tried tugging myself out of her grip not really caring for her little comments but wasn't able to when I suddenly felt her lips crash down onto mine.
I gasped at the abrupt action and she saw the opening to shove her tongue down my throat.
She explored my mouth with hers and I took the opportunity to bite down on her tongue, not hard enough to chop it off but enough for it to hurt like a bitch.

"SHIT!" She shouted as she pulled away.

"Sorry sweetheart your not really my type, you know?" I said smirking at her "it's not me" I lifted my head keeping my shit eating grin plastered on my face and my eyes glued to her get black ones"It's you" I whispered into her ear as she sat there, still on top of me, in shock.

I felt a sharp pain to my chest and the release of her weight on me. Looking up I see her standing there contemplating whether to let me die slowly or end it right now.

"You know what" I heard her spit out "I can't wait to see you in hell" she said as she grabbed her blade from her pocket and stabbed me in the thigh.

I scream out in pain as she drags it downward leaving a deep thick cut from the top of my thigh to my knee.

And then she's gone. Leaving me to bleed out, which at this rate won't take long.

There is nothing I can do now, I know I'm going to die, might as well put this body to good use.

" Y/N!!" I scream into the sky "JUST AS I PROMISED YOU!!"

I could see a stream of blue light swim through stars and leaves.

"I'm d-dying so....here you go, I give you permission. Just as we discussed, take my meat suit and keep-keep hunting down those sons of bitchs" I spoke softly to the glowing sliver of light in-front of me.

"Your dying wish is all you ask and I shall honer that" every time it spoke it grew slightly lighter "now rest Abigail, rest in heaven and in eternal peace"

" y-yeah" I coughed spitting out blood "sure"

And with that I fell into darkness

Your POV:

Abigails eyes glazed over as she died, you slowly started entering her vessel feeling your powers surge threw her, she was powerful in and of herself and your added celestial abilities amplified within her.

She was known as a perfect vessel, able to carry almost any angelic beings, apart from Micheal and Lucifer due to them already having there chosen vessels , and enhance there strength almost making them five times as powerful as there original state. that made her wanted by almost every angel, but the two of you made a deal. She would not allow any other angel to use her as their vessel as long as you can only inhabit her when she died, and you must continue her legacy.

You agreed as you didn't see it as too much of an issue, but you two where friends, though you couldn't come down on to earth without doing incredible damage to any normal human, she was one of the very few that could hear and see angels, which made you two become very close as you didn't really enjoy the company of many angels apart from two.

Seeing her die hurt you, though you could see her in heaven it hurt knowing that she herself couldn't complete what she set out to do.

You adjusted to her and proceeded to heal the wounds done to your body. Your clothes were still very damaged but that didn't bother you, you finally had your vessel and being in her felt right, you felt powerful as you should feel.

You got up slowly pushing at the dead leaves on the ground hearing them crunch under your weight and started walking, looking for a road or something, you just needed to get out of the forest and finally see the world and what it had to offer, and continuing Abigails wish, hunting down and killing the worst of the worst.