Angel Kisses (Reader-Insert) pt.8

“What the fuck do you want with (Y/N)?” Gabriel questioned coldly. Seeing the Archangel angry terrified you. Gabriel pushed you slowly behind him, protectively, before in his hands appeared a delicate looking long and slender golden spear.
You gasped and stared wide-eyed at the new weapon. Crowley was also startled by the weapon.

“Oh come on, you’ve got to have seen this spear before, right? Haven’t you seen pictures of me?” Gabriel asked in a joshing tone, shaking his head in exaggerated disdain.
“Calm down, Gabriel. No need to be so violent.” Crowley purred, hiding his surprise well and giving you a peculiar glance before warily watching the magnificent spear in Gabriel’s hands.
“My interest in (Y/N) is my business, short-round. Besides, aren’t you supposed to be dead?” Crowley continued, his tone arrogant and snarky.

“Trickster.” Gabriel answered the question in a growl, pointing the tip of the spear towards the Demon King. Crowley poked the blade gingerly. Gabriel forced him to back away until he was against the wall, threatening to slit Crowley’s throat with every careful step.
“How’d you get in here without me noticing?” Gabriel inquired, curiously.
“I doubt you’d of noticed anything, judging by how busy you just were.” Crowley said sarcastically. Gabriel let the metal of the spear tip graze Crowley’s neck. Crowley sighed and rolled his eyes, annoyed that his little comment had evidently gone unnoticed.
“Good luck charm.” He said with a sly grin, pulling back the collar of his shirt to reveal a strange looking symbol that had been drawn onto the base of his neck.

“An Angel Sigil?’ Gabriel wondered aloud, very confused.
“How does that not, at the very least, paralyze you?”
“Oh, it burns like Hellfire but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do…” Crowley said smugly.
“How would you figure I’d become the King of Hell if I couldn’t manage to shoulder a little pain now and then?”
The two of them stared in silence; you could almost hear the wheels turning in their minds.
“I could just kill you now.” Gabriel said with a confident grin.
“I suppose you could poke my meat-suit to death but this shiny spear of yours would only send me back into Hell to regroup.” Crowley taunted. Gabriel shook his head.
“Actually, bucko, you wouldn’t. This spear would stop your irritating jabber for good.” He explained, letting the tip of the spear lean into Crowley’s skin.
“Fine you’ve got me. So, you’re gonna slit my throat and destroy me forever?” Crowley asked calmly.
For a moment, Gabriel didn’t say anything. He looked at you then back to Crowley.

“Nah,” Gabriel started, suddenly embedding his spear through the collar of Crowley’s shirt and into the wall, pinning the Demon against it.
“Whoa!” Crowley grunted in surprise.
“Hey Cas, I found Crowley.” Gabriel said and with a flicker of the lights, Castiel appeared and looked from you to Crowley slowly.
Crowley rolled his eyes and sighed. Castiel looked you up and down, examining you, before he walked over to Crowley and glared; you suddenly felt very guilty and looked away quickly when your eyes met Castiel’s.
“What do you want with (Y/N)?” Castiel asked callously. He pulled back Crowley’s collar and found the Angel Sigil.
“Oi, hot wings!” Crowley said, annoyed.
“Hands to yourself!”
“What do you want with (Y/N)?” Castiel repeated his question.
“Oh I’ve got my hobbies and you’ve got yours.” Crowley remarked with a snide smirk.
Castiel rubbed the Angel Sigil inexorably until it faded off the Demon’s skin.
“Bloody Hell, that hurts!” Crowley cried out, batting weakly at Castiel’s hand.
“Tell me why you have an interest in (Y/N),” Castiel commanded.
“Before I destroy you.” He added in a chilling tone.
“Mr. Crowley,” you started timidly, stepping forward bravely. The Angels looked at you, startled; Crowley grinned.

“What do you want with me?” you asked shakily.
“You’re the leverage, love.” He said, giving you a once over.
“Your leverage?” you echoed him with a slight tilt of your head.
“Sorry, darling, I can’t explain right now.” Crowley said looking you in the eye; his gaze almost seemed gentle for a second.
Gabriel angrily pulled his spear out of the wall and just before the blade neared Crowley’s throat, a pillar of pitch black smoke billowed out of the Demon King’s mouth and through the ceiling.
“Wh-what happened?” you stuttered.
“He deserted his vessel. He’ll be back.” Castiel explained. He walked over to you and grabbed your hand. You caught a glimpse of Gabriel’s jealous glare behind Castiel.

“Gabriel, go after Crowley. I’ll take care of (Y/N). Find out what Crowley meant.” Castiel commanded. Gabriel gave a sarcastic salute before he vanished and you did as well.

A motel room was what surrounded you and your former Guardian Angel next. You looked at the blue-eyed Angel, guilt seeping into the core of your body.
‘Do I love Gabriel and Castiel? Is that even possible?’ you thought, panicked.
He looked down at you and gave you a kind smile; it made you feel worse.
‘Shit! What do I do? Castiel told me he loved me and…I think I may feel the same way about him and Gabriel…’ you thought.
‘Crap, I have to tell him…’ you were grimly determined; it had to be done.
“G-Gabriel kissed me.’ You stuttered, turning red as your head was hazed with misery. Castiel’s smile vanished and was replaced by a frown and a furrowed brow.

“Did he force himself on you?” he asked, concerned. You shook your head and looked down, tears forming in your eyes.
“N-no. I let him.” a hundred different excuses came to mind but you bit the words back; you hated confrontations but this one had to be made with yourself.
When you looked up at Castiel you heart fell, seeing the hurt of betrayal in his eyes and you were drowned in the disappointment in his face; overall he looked completely stunned and unable of any speech. You couldn’t hold in your tears any longer and let them stream down your face. Castiel looked at your tears and mechanically hugged you, letting you grasp onto him and sob, while his expression never changed.

“I’m s-so sorry!” you wailed into his trench coat. He rubbed your back in a comforting way and set his mouth on the top of your head. You didn’t see or feel the silent tears that fell from his eyes as thoughts raced through his mind.

(Focus of story on Castiel)

‘How could she? After I took care of her for so long? After I watched over her since childbirth? After I raised her? I love her! How could she betray me?’ he thought in angry confusion.

‘But she is so weak and lost; she’s confused. I have no right to love her and expect her to love me back just because I confessed to her. But what do I do? If she chooses Gabriel, what will I do? She never did say she loved me in return…’ He was confused; he wanted to kiss away her tears, to tell her that everything was alright. But he was angry; angrier than he’d ever been before. He wanted more than anything to fly away and ask Dean what he should do but he knew he couldn’t leave her when she needed him most; when his precious one was so disconcerted. He was an Angel of the Lord, a warrior of God; yet this mighty warrior felt love for this human girl whom he was sworn to protect, to fight for; it made him feel so weak and helpless.

‘Is it me? Is there something wrong with me? Am I…breaking? Or falling…?’ Castiel thought long and hard and silently wiped away his tears as (Y/N) cried freely. After about an hour, Castiel helped (Y/N) into bed, since she had grown drowsy from her weeping, and he tucked her in. slowly (Y/N) fell into a sleep full of guilt and confusion.
Castiel gently sighed and sat on the side of the bed, staring contemplatively at the ceiling.

“Don’t just give up.” Dean’s voice echoed in his head; that was something that Dean would say if he were there, right?
‘I won’t give up then. I won’t stop fighting for (Y/N).’