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Angel - Henry Bowers (Supernatural AU) [REQUESTED]

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(I didn't proofread this one, so if there are any mistakes, I apologize.)

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~3rd person pov~

Being an angel on earth was hard for (Y/N). She was a sweet, gentle angel. Everyone adored her. She helped anyone who needed it. She didn't know how to be a human, but she's learning proper social skills.

Strange things have been happening in her small town in Missouri. People were missinf and more seemed to disappear as the days went on. She knew of the supernatural and tried to stay out of it. But some people can't.

The Bowers brothers seemed to follow any kind of suspicious supernatural situations.

Henry, the oldest, wasn't very proud of who he was. He had a temper and would start a fight with anyone who wronged him. George, the youngest, was more easy going. He thought and saw the best in people. Much like his late girlfriend, Tamara.

When the Bowers brothers got word of the strange happening in the small town in Missouri, they were in their old beat up truck, driving to take care of the situation.

~1st person pov (Reader)~

"Bye, (Y/N)! I'll see you tomorrow!" Mrs. Poppy said as she exited the coffee shop. I sunk down in my chair and sighed heavily. I focused my attention to the nearly empty coffee mug.

Human inventions always fascinated me. That's one thing I love about being on earth. But I miss Heaven. And I miss my brothers and sisters. Sometimes I'll tune in on Angel radio and listen to whatever is happening. But it's been silent for some time now

Walking to my small 2 bedroom house, I notice an old beat up truck in my driveway. I recognize it, but i dont know what from. I slid my angel blade from the sleeve of my black utility jacket and held it tightly.

I walked up to the truck slowly and carefully. I looked inside and saw no one. I sighed in relief, happy no one was in there. I shoved my blade up my sleeve.

I walked to my dark gray front door and put my key in the lock. But... it was unlocked. I know I locked it this morning.

Now very scared and mad, I opened the door quietly slipping in my home. My angel blade had come down in my hand again. I held it to the side of my head, prepared for whatever was going to happen.

I heard faint footsteps upstairs and walked up my creaky stairs, grimacing at the noisy sounds they made with the smallest amount of pressure.

I searched all of upstairs. No one seemed to be there. I chuckled, thinking I was worried about nothing.

"Jeez, (Y/N). You most gave yourself a heart attack-" I was suddenly knocked to the ground. I reacted slow but got up pouncing on whoever attacked me. After a few minutes of struggling, I finally pinned down who did it. I held my knife to their neck while I straddled them, preventing them from moving their hands with my knees.

I looked down expecting a demon or another angel. But when I looked down, I saw Henry Bowers. One of two brothers who hunted.

I glared at him. I didnt like the Bowers brothers. They've done nothing but devastate anything they went around.

He looked st me and realized what inwas holding.

"You're a feisty one." He said sarcastically, attempting to wiggle out of my hold. I knelt down harder and saw that his hands were turning purple.

"Why are you here and what do you want?!" I asked, pushing the blade farther into his neck. He locked yes with me and I swear I could hear his heartbeat. His crystal blue eyes staring into mine made me feel weird. It was a feeling I could not explain.

I went to open my mouth but was shocked across the modern looking hallway. I groaned as I felt the impact on my back. Slightly dizzy, I looked up and saw George, the younger Bowers brother.

I went to charge at George, but Henry rushed to his feet, stopping me.

"Woah, woah, woah! Listen we're here to help! And angel sent us to your address!" He said, his voice gruffa and deep. I hesitated before I retracted my blade back into my sleeve. I looked between them, prepared for some kind of attack. But one didn't come.

"Now, we know who and what you are. And we need your help. I assume you're aware of the disappearance of 50 people?" Henry said, leading us downstairs and into my living room. I sat down on my favorite chair and nodded.

After several days of investigating and hunting for the evil culprit, we finally managed to find him. It was a demon named Myran, who loved to wreak havoc wherever he was. In those couple days, I got to know them a lot better. They were very friendly and kind to me. Henry was especially kind. He wouldn't let me leave his side and when things got rough and I had been injured, he admitted he liked me and couldn't stop thinking about me.

We were all gathered around Henry's truck. George had forgotten something inside and went to go retrieve it, leaving Henry and I alone.

"So," Henry rubbed the back of his neck. "Can I have your number? I want to stay in touch so we can get together."

"Sure." I wrote down my number on his hand with a random pen he had found in his truck. George came back and I waved them off as they drove away.

And that was the start of a beautiful friendship.

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This one sucked and all over the place, Brooksworm. But I think I did what you wanted. Let me know what you think!