Angel

Warnings: Angst, but the ending is fluffy

Word Count: 600 words

Ever since you were young, you’d had an imaginary friend. He had bright, golden wings (six of them!), dazzling hazel eyes, and caramel-colored hair.

One time, at the age of six, you’d fallen off the top of a playground structure in the park. Your mom had gone to the bathroom, and with no one else around, you were in trouble. The man, you called him Angel in your early years, appeared out of nowhere, picked you up, and healed the cuts along your legs and arms. From that day on, you never got hurt.

Throughout your teenage years, you had dated many guys, but none of them stuck around like your angel. He would always show up after you stressed too much over homework, or got your heart broken by some guy that didn’t deserve you. He would let you cry into his shoulder or take you somewhere to forget about everything.

He was always able to be there for you until you became a hunter. Your family had been brutally killed by a gang of rogue demons, but for some reason they had spared you. At that point, you didn’t believe in your angel anymore. Either he was always a figment of your imagination, or he hadn’t cared enough to save your family. It didn’t matter anyways. You were forced into a life of hunting whether you wanted it or not.

Years later, you ran into the Winchesters. Famous around the hunting community, and good allies to pair up with. You spent a great deal of time helping them, and in return, they gave you a place to stay.

When they found the Men of Letter’s bunker, the first person they gave a key to was you. You were one of their only friends left.

Another year passed. You had completely forgotten about your silly imaginary friend that had plagued your mind for too long. It stayed that way until you found the boys talking to an old ‘friend’ of theirs.

“Boys! Long time no see!” The archangel grinned, holding his hands out for a hug.

“What? No, ‘welcome back’?” He sneered.

You strolled down the long, winding halls of the bunker until you heard voices. You recognized two to be the boys, but the third one?

“Do we have company?” You smiled, peering your head around the corner and halting.

That man. Those hazel eyes, the caramel hair, the smirk that slowly faded as he recognized you.

“Y/n,” he shakily breathed out.

You froze on the spot.

He let your family die. He left you, making you think you were crazy.

“Angel.”

Gabriel’s mouth lifted into a small smile.

“I thought you had died,” he murmured softly, taking a step toward you.

You backed away a bit, narrowing your eyes.

“Where did you go? My family is dead because of you,” you hissed, glancing at the Winchesters before returning your eyes to the man in front of you.

Gabriel’s expression grew guilty, and his eyes flitted to the ground.

“Sadly, at that point, I couldn’t save them. I used the last of my grace to save you before my brother killed me.”

After all these years, you finally got an answer.

“I always tried to be there. But once I came back, I couldn’t find you. You were either in an untraceable location, or dead. I was forced to believe the latter.”

Gabriel tilted his head up as his eyes met yours.

You quickly crossed the room and wrapped your arms around him. He smiled sadly, returning the hug.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

You nodded, “Thank you, Angel.”

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