My Dear Angel (Sam Winchester x Male!Reader)

Chapter One

It had been a little while since I fell from Heaven. After being taken in by my brother and his friends, the Winchesters and Jack, I began living in the bunker. I had never been to earth before then, Heaven was my home. The long halls lined with doors leading to people's forever happiness. The bunker did remind me of that though. Less bright but there were long halls and tons of rooms. My heart ached as I thought back to Heaven. Falling from the sky, my wings burning up beneath me, plummeting to the ground. Castiel had caught me. He always did. Cas was my favorite of the angels, my brothers, and sisters. We were all soldiers that moved under the will of God. Dad. Soldiers that did as we were told ever since we were brought into creation. But Castiel? Cas had orders to pull two hunters out of hell but when he did so he stuck with them, never leaving their side, rebelling against Heaven. He did so for these humans, this Earth. It was amazing. God had gone missing a while ago and the angels yearned to have dad back, other angels falling to the roll. Not the archangels though. Half of them were in hell and the other half in the empty. Heaven was Godless and Archangelless. I stepped out of line, I didn't mean to but I wanted to admire the humans. Naomi got angry and kicked me out of Heaven, destroying my wings, leaving me with just my grace. I shivered as I reached my hand to feel the giant scars on my back where my dark wings used to be.

My thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on my open door. A tall figure with messy shoulder-length hair stood in the doorway. Sam Winchester. "Y/N? Are you doing okay?" He asked, not taking a step closer. I hadn't been here long but I had a rocky start with the humans in the bunker. Dean insisted they kick me out as he wasn't fond of angels. Which was odd because Cas and Jack were angels. Sam was a lot nicer but he never really seemed to look at me. The tall hunter always averted his eyes. I assume he must think I am pathetic, a wingless angel who was thrown out of Heaven.

I let my hands drop to my side so they would no longer be on my back. Turning to face him I move one of my hands to hold my other arm, not really knowing how to exist around humans. Especially ones with big hands and floppy hair. "My back hurts is all, I am fine. You don't need to pity me. I know you don't like my brothers." I brushed my messy dark hair out of my face so I could see the man in my doorway better. My blue eyes scanned over him while his hazel eyes stayed on the floor.

"I know Dean is a bit of an asshole to be around, but this isn't pity. If Cas says you are okay then I believe him. We haven't had good experiences with angels, but you aren't Lucifer. Or Michael. Gabe wasn't too bad, but you don't seem like him either." He paused, moving his eyes up to meet mine. I swallowed hard. His gaze felt like it burned right through me. "But we all have angel blades, if you so much as think about screwing us over we won't hesitate to use them." A shiver made its way down my spine. Sam seemed nicer than Dean, but he wasn't any less terrifying. He must have sensed my fear because he let out a soft sigh. "Sorry. Trust Cas and he says you aren't like them. We have just been through a lot. With your brothers. With God."

"Dad," I muttered quietly. After falling to Earth I had learned that when God left Heaven he had no interest in ever coming back. He abandoned us. He was worse than my older brothers. "Are you sure that he..." I couldn't finish the sentence. I didn't want to believe that my creator abandoned me. I didn't want to think about how awful Heaven really was.

The tall man walked towards me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Yes, sorry Y/N, we are sure. I know that isn't what you want to hear, but God isn't who you think he is." A frown made its way on my face. My dad was a monster and it made me feel like one. How can someone so awful, someone who created armies of willless beings to do his bidding, how can someone like that create any good? "I know what having an awful dad is like. I know that he isn't exactly God level bad, but it felt horrible." I looked up at him and tilted my head to the side, squinting my eyes slightly. Sam started laughing softly.