Supernatural Male Reader One-Shots and Short Stories

Forgiven - Chuck

"Take another step," he paused and stood from his chair, "and I will not be held accountable for my actions." He turned his head and looked over his shoulder at the two boys. They raised their hands to the sides of their heads. Y/N smiled and moved his body to face them.

"What are you?" The shorter man tried to take a step forward but Y/N's look stopped him.

"My dear boy, I'm the King of Hell." Y/N pulled his hands behind his back and clasped them together. The taller man reached out and grabbed his older brother's shoulder, pulling him back.

"Dean, we should go, now." Y/N smiled again and nodded.

"You should listen to your brother, Dean. It's not often I let enemies flee. Take this chance with gratefulness, for there will not be another." Sam and Dean shared a look before continuing to step back.

"What happened to Crowley?" Y/N rolled his eyes and sighed at the mention of his predecessor.

"The demon is dead. Only someone worthy of the throne shall hold it." Sam stopped trying to escape the room they were in to look at Y/N.

"You're the fifth archangel. The one everyone tried to forget about. You're Samael." Y/N raised his arms and grabbed the two hunters in a choke. He bared his teeth and approached them.

"Young Winchester, if you know my true name, you should know anyone who says my name perishes." His normally e/c eyes were shining bright green. He grinned at the choking noises that filled the room. He was enjoying watching the light fade from the Winchester's eyes. It was all very-

"Samael." The archangel dropped the two boys and turned to face the voice. A small man stood ahead of him in a pair of jeans and a wrinkled, button-up shirt. His curly hair and unshaven face had an unamused look covering it. Y/N forced a smile and glared at him.

"Father, how nice of you to drop by." Y/N left the Winchesters as they gripped their sore throats and approached the shorter entity. Chuck snapped and the Winchesters were gone. Y/N growled and looked at his father.

"You've been told before, do not touch the Winchesters. They're my toys. You've got your demons." Y/N rolled his eyes and walked to his chair. He grabbed his glass of scotch and looked into it.

"They came to me. I've no control over what happens in my domain. 'Tis why I've warned you about them. Are they the only reason why you've approached you're oldest and most hated son? Or have you another, ulterior motive for arriving." Chuck moved from his spot by the fireplace and sat in a chair. He snapped and a glass of whiskey made its home in his hand. He took a sip of the alcohol and looked at his son.

"You are not my most hated son. I do not have a most hated son. I have a most hated daughter, but we'll talk about her at another time. I've only distanced myself from you because I put too much of myself in you." Y/N nodded and rolled his eyes. He sat down in his chair and faced away from his father.

"My name, means 'Venom of God'. Is it my burden that I am like you? You are my creator, my father, yet you treat me like an enemy. Why am I to blame for this? I did not ask to be created. I did not ask to be made this way. I am only following what has been put into me from the beginning. Why should I have to suffer for your faults? Why, father?" Chuck took a longer drink from his glass and sighed. He stood and walked to his son. He stood in front of him and looked down at him. Y/N raised his eyes and gazed into his father's with tears on his face.

"You aren't to blame for my faults. You shouldn't have to suffer. I've been too harsh on you, and I regret that now. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?" Y/N raised his head to match his line of sight. He stood and kept eye contact with his father the entire time. He reached out and embraced his father tightly. He set his head on his father's shoulder and began to cry silently. Chuck gently wrapped his arms around his eldest son and hugged him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."