My Adorable Angel

Chapter One

Your POV

Hanging around the bunker all day with the boys, searching for a case, Dean hands the three of us a beer. Accepting it, I pop open the top, taking a sip of it. They do the same, but clinking their bottles with one another before drinking. I personally don't do that, not sure why though.

I've been with the Winchesters and Cas for a few months now, hunting too. Not a whole lot since they don't want to lose me. But, I get my practice in. Ever since my parents were ganked by a demon, the Winchesters took me in, and taught me how to hunt. Mostly helping them with research though.

Revenge is all I wanted, but the boys explained why it wasn't a good idea, and I'm glad they told me or else I'll probably be dead. After the first month or two, they already felt like the older brothers I never had.

Sipping beer and reading books, I look up to see Cas staring off to the distance. This time it felt different, not put my finger on it. "Cas? You alright, bud?" I asked. A few seconds later, he snapped out of blank stares, and looked dead in my eyes. "I'm fine"

Sam and Dean noticed, sharing a look between the two of them, they turning their heads to me. Shrugging, we all look to Cas for a few seconds, then went back doing our own thing. I wanna say he's lying, but he's an angel with many secrets.

All of a sudden, I hear flapping, and then appears a boy. Wearing a 'Wiener Hut' work outfit and cap, blonde hair, freckles, and brown eyes. From the flapping sounds, I can only assume he's an angel. The boy looks around before landing his eyes on me. Quickly looking in another direction, I hide myself in a book.

"Castiel, I need your help."

"Samandriel? I thought you were dead."

They continued talking, but I payed exactly zero attention, peaking up from my book. My eyes starting to gaze into the boy's eyes. As he was speaking to Cas, his eyes quickly glanced to me a few times, smiling.

After a minute or so, the boy and Cas took off on us, flying off to god knows where. Sinking back down into my book, I tried to not smile as much, not wanting the boys to notice. I might even be blushing.

There's something about him, and I'm not quite sure what it is. Cas called him 'Samandriel', but I swear I saw his work tag say 'Alfie' or something like that. I remember Cas telling me that he's in a vessel, so I'm guessing what Cas called him was his angel name, and 'Alfie' was the vessel.

Honestly, I feel bad for the vessels, having to be possessed by angels or demons. They don't even consent, the angels and demons just take it, dragging them across the world. Though, I also remember Cas' vessel praying for Cas to possess him. Who the hell would be okay with an angel or demon just taking the wheel?

Can't and won't deny that the boy's cute. Just won't tell the boys.

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As the day went by, no one could find a case to check out, all we did was sit around. Cas came back about five hours later he left. With the sun setting, I decided to head to my room, clean up for bed.

Changing into a tank top and pajama pants to bed, I let my hair down, pushing it back. As I sat in a chair, grabbing my journal and a random pen, I positioned my hand as if I was writing. Before getting a single letter on the page, I heard the sound of wings, and the boy from earlier appeared in my room. I slightly jumped.

"Sorry if I scared you... uh, I'm Samandriel"

"Y/N" I smiled, dropping the pen.

For a good few seconds, we both just gazed at each other, saying nothing. Ignoring the major awkwardness, Samandriel takes a seat in the other chair, opposite of me. "Uh..." he slightly chuckles. "You're probably wondering why I'm here"

I shrugged, closing my journal, pushing it off to the side. "Yeah" I avoided eye contact as I answered his comment. "I'm not entirely sure why I'm here either, it just feels right" he takes in a deep breath. Deciding to look back into those beautiful brown eyes of his again, he shifts his head to me, our eyes connecting.

As soon as that happened, the room was filled with awkwardness. We both slightly laughed it off, looking away from each other. "So, how long have you been with the Winchesters and Castiel?" He asks. I took a bit to think. "A few months, maybe a year, I don't remember"

He looks down to my journal, arches a brow and pointing to it, probably curious about what I write in it. Agreeing by nodding, he picks up my journal, opening it up. With the room dead silent, and him reading, I stash my knifes in my drawers. No explanation why, I just stuff my knifes in drawers, and my gun under my pillow.

A few minutes has gone past, I'm already sitting in bed, and he's still reading. Seeing him smile as he's reading, it makes me want to hug him. I don't know... I'm weird like that.

"You have beautiful handwriting" he looks over and smiles at me.

"Thanks" I smiled back.

With journal in hand, he gets up from the chair to the bed, sitting next to me. For the next half an hour we both talked about what I wrote in my journal. It was mostly the hunts I did, the drama that was said, and basically daily things I've done since I've been with the boys.

Among the talking, we were laughing at some of the funny stuff from my journal, and I've told him some stories. No doubt that the boys could hear us through the walls, but I didn't really care at the time, I was having fun with my new friends. He is so cute when smiling. Damnit.

Making a bold move, I snatched his cap, and placed it on head. He didn't take it away nor look mad, he just looked at me, and smiled. "It looks good on you, Y/N" trying so hard not to blush in front of him, I looked away from him for a few seconds before looking back. "Thank you"

"Keep it if you like, this is just a vessel I needed to walk on Earth"

"If you insist... Alfie" I joked.

Awkwardly smiling to each other, I stood up from my bed, clearing my throat. "Um, maybe we could do this again tomorrow night? I'm feeling really exhausted" I yawned. As he was listening to me, Samandriel nodded. "Of course, just pray to me anytime" he smiled.

The very next second, he disappeared, having the wings make a sound. I wanted to scream very badly, but the boys would just think I'm in trouble. Doing the next best thing, I grabbed a pillow, screaming into it. I don't exactly know why I'm screaming in the first place, but it has to do something with Samandriel.

It's either those beautiful brown eyes or those cute freckles that makes me fall for him. Most likely both.

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