#azazeal

This is my own original work on the bible..... Well parts of, I really hope you guys enjoy it, and please put a kudos and comment to leave feedback for me to see, I'll upload here on my page with a few illustrations of what both of my version of Adam and Lucifer look like and maybe of what Yahweh and Asherah too

Azazeal x reader!Winchester

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The Impala’s engine hums softly as Sam and Dean sleep soundly in a small-town motel. Taking advantage of her brothers' deep rest, Y/N Winchester, their younger sister, quietly sneaks out of the room. Her heart beats faster than usual—not out of fear of being caught, but from anticipation. She knows exactly where she’s going and who she’ll meet there.

At the edge of an abandoned cemetery, bathed in moonlight, Azazeal waits. The fallen angel leans casually against a crumbling headstone, his black coat flowing around him like shadows. His piercing gaze, as always, cuts through the darkness, his eyes faintly glowing gold. A seductive smile graces his lips as he spots Y/N.

“You’re late, little hunter,” Azazeal says with a hint of mockery, his deep voice making Y/N’s heart skip a beat.

“Sam and Dean always stay up late,” she replies, stepping closer, her voice steady despite the overwhelming intensity of his presence.

Azazeal moves toward her, his steps fluid and predatory. “And yet you risk everything to be here. Why?” His fingertips lightly graze her cheek.

“Because I want you,” Y/N answers quietly.

Azazeal smiles—a dangerous, knowing smile. “You know this won’t come without consequences. Your brothers will find out eventually. They’ll hunt me. They’ll try to protect you.”

“They have no idea what I need. They wouldn’t understand.”

Azazeal raises an eyebrow, stepping closer still, his hands sliding around her waist. “What do you need, Y/N? Tell me.”

Her breath hitches as she feels the heat radiating from him. His face is so close, she can make out every detail of his striking features. “You,” she whispers, tilting her head up to kiss him.

Azazeal doesn’t hesitate. His lips are demanding, searing, and the kiss quickly deepens into something wild and untamed. His hands glide over her back, pulling her closer, while her fingers clutch desperately at his coat.

Y/N loses herself in the moment, in the intensity of his touch, as his grip signals something almost possessive. “You’re mine, little Winchester,” he murmurs huskily, his lips trailing to her neck, leaving a fiery path on her skin.

She lets out a soft moan but fights to keep some control. “Maybe I am… but only because I choose to be.”

Azazeal chuckles softly, his breath brushing against her skin. “You’re the first to ever dare challenge me. And that, my dear, makes you so… irresistible.”

Suddenly, a rustling sound interrupts them. Azazeal tenses momentarily, but when two familiar voices ring out, he rolls his eyes.

“Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?”

It’s Dean. Sam stands a few steps behind, holding a salt-loaded gun, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Y/N spins around quickly to face her brothers, her heart pounding in alarm. “Dean? Sam? How did you find me?”

Dean scoffs, his anger palpable. “You really thought we wouldn’t notice you sneaking around? Bobby said you’ve been acting weird. So, we tracked your phone.”

“We figured you were off hunting something stupid on your own,” Sam adds, his weapon trained on Azazeal. “But this? Seriously?”

Y/N steps back hastily, but Azazeal’s hand remains firmly on her waist, his smirk infuriatingly smug. “Ah, the brothers. Right on time, as always.”

Dean growls. “Of all the creatures you could’ve chosen, you went with him? A fallen angel.”

“It’s not what it looks like!” Y/N protests, but Dean raises a hand to cut her off.

“It looks like you’ve lost your damn mind.”

Sam steadies his aim on Azazeal. “Let her go. Now.”

Azazeal raises his hands in mock surrender but doesn’t fully release Y/N. “She’s here of her own free will. Isn’t that right, darling?” His voice drips with taunting amusement.

“Sam, Dean… I don’t need you to constantly dictate my life!” Y/N’s voice shakes, but she holds her ground.

Dean scoffs. “This isn’t dictating. This is saving you. He’s a demon—or worse. You can’t trust him.”

“And yet she does,” Azazeal interjects, locking eyes with Y/N. “Don’t you?”

Y/N gives a small nod, her lips pressed into a determined line.

“This isn’t over,” Dean mutters, pulling out his angel blade and pointing it at Azazeal.

Azazeal’s smile remains calm. “Oh, I’m counting on it, hunters. But until then…” He turns to Y/N, capturing her lips in one last, heated kiss before vanishing into a swirl of shadows.

Dean and Sam stare at Y/N, who is still reeling from the kiss.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow,” Dean growls, storming back to the Impala, Sam following with a shake of his head.