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In what seemed like mere moments, Metatron had sent the world into chaos. The angels had fallen to Earth in a divine sleet, and the world had become chaotic. It was bad enough dealing with monsters on a daily basis, as well as the demons that cause their own kind of chaos.
You had been there when Dean begged for the angel that had called himself Ezekiel to enter his brother Sam, to heal him from the inside. The surprisingly handsome angel had entered Sam after being duped, but it was for the greater good. Being Sam Winchester's best friend, you had to keep the secret from him, while having to be around him constantly. Through the beginning, you had to just continually mentally mantra that it was for the best.
Abaddon was still very much alive, and had kidnapped two hunters to get to the Winchesters and the infamous demon killer, Y/N. It wasn't hard for Abaddon to lead the three of you into a trap, seeing as Dean had decided for the three of you to jump in, guns blazing.
Despite merely finding the angel Ezekiel handsome from the small encounter before he entered Sam, you had not thought a great deal of him. It was not like you got to talk to him willingly, as Sam was always in the forefront. In this mission to rescue the hunters, you had a horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach that you could not shake, and your best friend put a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. "Y/N, don't be nervous," Sam said with a soft half smile.
"We've got this," you said, sucking in a deep breath, trying to convince yourself more than anything. "Machine guns or not." You chuckled nervously, and Dean split you all up into two groups, first the two of you going with Tracy, but as soon as she had accused Sam of killing her family due to releasing Lucifer, the two of you were paired with Ivan.
"Hand it to me," Ivan said in a serious tone, turning to Sam. "I'm going in there alone."
"That's suicide!" Sam exclaimed in disbelief.
You visibly grimaced at the man's plan, though he went through and explained precisely why he wanted to go it alone. He felt responsible for all of it, because he was lonely and gave the hunters names up quickly. Though he had betrayed the other hunters, everyone had a breaking point. In that sense, you couldn't blame him.
As you were about to explain this to him, you watched him step a little too far out and get sniped. Between you and Sam, the two of you attempted to temporarily take out the sniper with demon trap bullets before running to a safer spot. When the two of you ran, the demons had gotten on the two of you, bringing you to one of the abandoned buildings. There were three heavily armed demons, and the two of you were getting your asses kicked. You were trying to hold your own, but you could not take care of Sam as well.
Suddenly, around you there was a blinding white light. Your eyes glanced over to Sam, who had been taken over by Ezekiel. Within moments, the demons were all down, and Ezekiel walked up to you in Sam's body.
"Ezekiel?" You questioned softly. He nodded, and you let a smile across your face. "Thank you."
"They were going to kill the two of you," he said softly, and placed his hand on your forehead. A bright light illuminated in front of you, and you felt your wounds disappear from where there had previously been blood dripping. After healing you, he wiped the little bit of blood that was on your face off, a smile across his face. "I see you daily through your friend's eyes, and just want you to know how radiant you are."
Your cheeks turned crimson with blush, and you smiled wider. Before you were able to respond to the angel before you, Dean walked in. The three of you had fixed the area up to look as if all the demons were killed with a knife instead of by an angel before Sam were to wake back to consciousness.
Since your prior encounter with Ezekiel, you had begun thinking more about the angel, normally to the point that you would get yourself flustered over the thought of him. You attempted to keep yourself on task as often as possible so your mind would not drift to the smooth angel with the seemingly handsome face that was currently hiding inside of your best friend's vessel. Currently, as you were going over cases with Sam in an attempt to find Castiel, you had let yourself slip into thought, getting flustered once more.
Your lips curled into a light smile, cheeks tinted in blush as you stared down as if the edge of the table immediately was the most interesting thing in the world. Part of you wondered how much Ezekiel would truly watch through Sam's eyes, which just seemed to get even more blush to rise within your cheeks as you thought about it.
"Y-" Sam started, before he suddenly stopped speaking immediately, causing your eyes to divert from the corner of the table directly towards Sam with a raised eyebrow. As you watched Sam's eyes begin to glow, you knew it was Ezekiel taking over the forefront of his vessel once again. Though Sam was your best friend, you did not entirely mind having Ezekiel's company, seeing as your mind did continually play out his strong voice and lavish charm over and over for you to fawn over.
"That shade of red brings out the beauty of your eyes even more than usual," Ezekiel commented in his deep, smooth voice, giving you a smile with Sam's lips. "You seem to be doing that a lot lately, I have noticed through your friend's eyes."
"I-uh," you started, still a little flustered, especially with him confirming how much he truly does watch you.
"Do I cause you to act that way?" He asked curiously.
You were incredibly flustered by his questioning, and in turn simply nodded, trying to cover your face. It was just about immediate when you felt strong hands, moving yours out of the way. Once he peeled your hands gently off of your face, he moved one hand underneath your chin, cupping your face gently. "Can you keep a secret for me?" He whispered suddenly, as he was staring into your e/c eyes, making your heartbeat quicken as you were gazing into his own.
"Yes, of course," you said with a genuine smile, though your cheeks still showed how flustered you were by his touch. You were not sure exactly why he wanted to trust you with his secret, nor what it was about this angel that seemed to drive you into such a fluster. You were a hunter, and you were simply enamored by an angel that was healing your best friend. Everything about it was so wrong, and yet, you had never felt so right.
Everything became a great deal more wrong when the angel whom you thought was Ezekiel had told you, "My actual name is Gadreel. I trust you, Y/N, and once your friend is heals, I will be in my normal vessel. I would love to see you again in that."
"Gadreel, I would love to see you in your vessel as well once Sam is healed," you said with a smile, "And I will keep your secret."
You did not know exactly how you felt about keeping that secret, though Gadreel was the one with all the power in this situation anyhow. If Dean had found out that he had let in Gadreel, he would be simply furious. Despite knowing that he had lied about his name, there was something about the aura of the angel that you seemed to trust.
A smile stretched across his lips, and Gadreel leaned in to close the gap between the two of you. Though it had felt odd kissing your best friend, you could tell by the somewhat awkward way that he kissed that it definitely was not Sam, and you smiled into the kiss, pressing your lips longingly against his own. The two of you did not kiss long, but as you separated, he whispered, "I look forward to doing that again with my own vessel."
You let out a soft chuckle, saying, "As do I."