#balthazarxreader

“Oh dear, quite the pickle you’ve gotten yourself into boys.” 

They were currently being braced against the wall by a demon and you were just staggering to your feet with the demon blade in hand to help.

It didn’t get that far, Balthazar was behind the demon in seconds and pretty soon all you could see was the light of its sockets as he killed the evil bastard. The boys were released in seconds and you were straightening, taking a breath of relief. 

One less problem to worry about at the moment. 

“What would you apes do without me?” 

His accented voice was dripping with sarcasm and he finally turned in your direction. His blue eyes twinkled. 

“Well hello, I don’t think we have the pleasure of formally meeting. I’m-” 

“I know who you are.”

You walked right past him, checking on them. 

“We’re fine. That black eyed bastard got lucky.” 

You grinned at Dean’s little angry face. 

“Well, now that you’re all alright, I suppose I should take my leave.” 

“Wait.” 

Sam’s words made Balthazar freeze. 

“Why are you here and why did you help us?” 

“Yeah, Usually you’re a heartless dick.” Dean interjected. 

Your gaze moved to Balthazar. You had only just met the angel, but from what they told you, he was a self-centered, unreliable, narcissist with a shitty attitude. Not to mention that snark. 

“Ever the detective boys.” 

“Quit screwing with us Balthazar! Tell us what you want.” Dean’s upset for good reason. If he showed up, there’s definitely something iffy going on. 

“If you must know, my brother pleaded that I watch out for you. Ride in demon activity and what not. No need to thank me, just, don’t bother me for the foreseeable future.” 

You frown. 

“You really are a dick.” 

He just smirked. 

“You have no idea.” 

More reason to hate angels. 

You thought for sure he would up and leave again, but you blinked and he was behind you. Flinching, you turned with the blade. Sam and Dean looked just as startled. 

“Well, it seems I’m not the only one here with a little secret. You boys have been holding out on me.” 

The way he was watching you made you uneasy and Dean moved in front of you protectively. 

“Back off.” 

Sam had shifted closer to do the same. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t break your little toy. You aren’t human are you dear?” 

You swallowed. 

“But you’re not a demon, or angel or pagan for that matter. So what are you?” 

He was going down the list and both brothers exchanged a look before turning back to Balthazar. When Sam drew his angel blade, he seemed to get the message. 

“I know when I’m not wanted. Until next time.” 

The little wink he sent you wasn’t very assuring. The distinct sound of his wings made you all relax. 

“Asshole.” Dean grumbled. 

You just smiled.

“Thanks guys.” 

It's almost instinct for them to jump in, and although you aren’t blood, you appreciate the care. 

“Don’t get soft on us.” Dean spoke as he moved to start packing. 

After that last encounter you hoped it would be a while before you saw Balthazar again. For the time being you were all trying to work cases as you figured out the situation with Eve. Splitting up was necessary.

Dean and Sam were tackling a case in Ohio while you worked through some research. For the most part it was quiet. You were set up in a hotel with books at your desk and a shotgun under your pillow. Castiel has been a bit scarce, so when you hear the familiar flapping of wings, you immediately assume it’s him. 

“Hey Cas, Dean and Sam are in Ohio, what do you need?” 

You turned, but the man standing before you wasn’t Castiel. You lifted your gun and he smiled. 

“How cute, surely you know that has no effect on me.” 

You fired two shots and he grunted in discomfort. 

“It still makes me feel better.” 

He just frowned at the prominent holes in his vest.

“That was quite juvenile, this is designer.” 

Sliding to the bag on your bed, you grabbed the angel blade and this time he raised his hands. 

“Alright, alright put your toys away. I only want to talk.” 

“About what?” 

“Well, you for one.” 

You were liking this less and less. 

“I have a jar of oil in my bag, the nice kind that makes you and your family nice and crispy. Do you really want to stick around for that? 

He grimaced. 

“No need to get vulgar. I’m actually trying to do you a favor. Surely you’d like to know where you come from.” 

That made you hesitate. Your hand wavered for a second. 

“Ah, that seems to have caught your interest.” 

You hated the fact that he probably had useful information, but knowing the douchebag, it definitely wasn’t free. 

“What do you want in exchange?” 

That little smile works its way on his face. 

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” 

This guy really is detestable. 

“At the moment, there really isn’t anything I want from you. Particularly. I’m really quite curious to see how this all plays out.” He steps closer, walking around in an almost taunting manner. 

“See while those angels are throwing their little tantrum war they’ve been taking the Winchesters for granted. As well as their little friend. Your energy is so normal it’s easy to see why it was overlooked, but you’re far from human. I just can’t seem to figure out what you are or why you’re in this universe.” 

“T-This universe?” 

He chuckles. 

“I didn’t realize you were so uneducated about your situation. You poor thing, you’re not from this universe not at all. I should know. Interdimensional realities is my specialty. That’s why I know you’re not native to our little earth.” 

You gulp. He could be lying, messing with you, but as of right now, you can’t take the chance of just brushing off his words. The first time you were stabbed and healed in a matter of minutes, well you knew it was real. It was when you met Sam and Dean. At the time, ghosts, monsters, that all felt like a bad nightmare. 

But in the end, you needed answers and they had them. So you joined the crew. For a while you were hopeful, but the more questions you asked the less answers you found.

It was just the little things. Like the bite from a werewolf that didn’t turn you, or the encounter with a vampire that didn’t result in you vamping out or needing a potion like Dean had. 

The last straw must have been when Crowley had sent that demon to possess you. It was before you’d even gotten the tattoo. Dean and Sam were right there when it tried to slide its way into your mouth. Your body had frozen as expected but the second it tried to enter, that line of smoke burst into flames right before their eyes. Crowley backed off at the time thankfully, but you still had no leads. 

“I’ll be in touch, try not to get killed.” 

And then he was gone. 

He dropped a bomb like that and just poofed away. 

“Asshole.” 

It was unavoidable.

You couldn’t control what he did and you still had no idea what you were, so the right thing was to work. To stop Eve, to help with Castiel’s war. Every turn felt like a new punch to the face, but at this point, it was just your life. You couldn’t do anything about that. Not at the moment. 

What you could control was how many lives you could save. 

“Get out of here!” 

The woman nodded frantically dashing out of the room. The shifter seemed to appear out of thin air and you were thrown across the room before you had a chance to dice him with your knife.

Dean staggered into the room just as you were stumbling to your feet. He fired a few shots, but it had no effect. In an instant he was shoved to the ground. You were still trying to center your focus when you heard Dean’s struggles from the floor. 

“S-Sam!!” 

His call made you turn your head, just as Sam grabbed the machete and came barreling through the door. He swung and you winced when the head of the monster rolled across. Dean let out a heavy breath when the rest of its body followed, hitting the ground with a thud. 

Sam stood upright, relieved, and you dropped to your knees, vision still a bit blurred. 

“(Y/N)!!” 

Sam rushed to your side and you shook your head. 

“I’m okay, it’s just a concussion I think.” 

He helped you into a seated position and Dean lifted his gun, sliding it into his back pocket. 

“Slimy son-of a-bitch.” 

Dean’s grumble drew your attention, because you took notice of the piece of flesh no doubt from your shifter on the top of his jacket. At the moment, all you could do was laugh.

Despite how crappy your lives tended to be, you were grateful to have a family. You never truly had one. Growing up in foster care tended to do that. Yet, now thinking back, if you truly were from some other universe, you suppose being an orphan made sense. 

The break from the actual case gave you a chance for a breather. You were on your way to Bobby’s after the hunt of Wendigo. Tough gig, and you didn’t come back unscathed.

You thought for sure your freaky healing would kick in, but this was a bit deeper than the last and you’d been running on whiskey and coffee prior to the trip so your exhausted state might have had a lot to do with it. 

You were in no position to drive, so you parked up at a sketchy motel with the intention of taking a nap and starting fresh in the morning. You’d made it inside, dropped your bag, closed your door, but the amount of blood you lost was getting to you. The shaky visuals of your bed proved that maybe the bandages you used weren’t enough. You should have tried to stitch up the wound before you got on the road.

“What an unfortunate situation.” 

You were so checked out that you barely heard when Balthazar showed up. He was standing at your bed. At least you thought he was. You recognized his voice, but his figure was shaky at best. You meant to fire a retort, but your knees buckled and you dropped. You prepared for your body to meet the harsh cold of the floor, but a pair of arms caught you. 

Balthazar picked you up easily. If you hadn’t been so weak, maybe you would have found it in yourself to fight him. He placed you gently on the bed, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he actually cared about what happened to you. You shifted, maybe to say something, but pain racked through your body and you whimpered. 

“Shh, relax, you’re alright.” 

He brushed back the hair out of your face softly, and when he placed his hand over the wound, you were surprised at the white glow that shone. The look on his face showed that he was a bit startled himself. Whatever he did worked, because slowly, you couldn’t feel a thing. 

The light faded and Balthazar pulled his hand back, just as you started to sit up against the pillows. Your hand moved to the bottom of your shirt, and you lifted it to inspect the area, just to be sure. Your clothes were still dirty with blood, but there was no injury, not even a spec. You turned back to him in surprise. 

“You..healed me?” 

“Don’t sound so surprised, I am an angel after all.” 

“Did you just remember that?” 

“Cute. I’ll keep that in mind the next time you’re bleeding out on the floor.” 

He stepped back, and you probably had a dictionary’s worth of reasons why the guy was not some selfless guardian, but at the moment, you were grateful. He could have just as easily left you there. He’d never intervened before as far as Sam and Dean told you. Maybe he was growing a conscience. 

“Balthazar, thank you.” 

There was a pause on his part, and this time when he smiled, it felt genuine. 

“You’re welcome.” 

In a blink he was gone to do who knows what. 

You knew it wouldn’t be the last time you saw him. 

As expected, he popped up at Bobby’s one night when you were running through books to learn as much as you could about the mother of monsters. It wasn’t going that great, hence the empty bottle of bourbon.

Dean and Sam were asleep and Bobby was in another state running a lead. You should have been resting too, but sleep was hard to achieve when there was a thing out there that could just crap out monsters left and right. 

“Burning the midnight oil.” 

That voice that was usually accompanied by some smart retort felt normal now. You emptied the last of your glass, looking back at him in disinterest. 

“What brings you to my neck of the woods, got tired of running around sniffing coke.” 

“I’m wounded, you would think me a common drug user.” 

He was definitely doing the good stuff, that was for sure.  

“It’s good to see all your internals on the inside. Taking a break from the claws and danger?” 

“For the time being. Yes. We can’t all fly around as we please Balthazar.” 

“Quite sad actually.” 

You just moved your focus to the empty bottle. 

“I’m too sober to deal with you right now.” 

“Sober? You emptied the bottle.” 

“As I said, sober.” 

He grinned, casually walking over to study what you were working on. 

“How is the never ending battle against evil. You hunters sure are dedicated.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” 

“Merely an observation.” 

“Mhmmm.” 

While he was here scrutinizing your work ethic, you couldn’t seem to stop your thoughts from wandering to that night. When he showed up and quite literally saved you yet asked for nothing. With Balthazar there is always a catch, or at least some kind of consequence. 

You just needed to know what it was. 

“That night, why did you help me?” 

You didn’t have to explain, from his face, you could tell he knew exactly what you were talking about.

“Call me sentimental.” 

You just gave a blank look. 

“I suppose it is quite farfetched.” 

“You think.” 

He snapped his fingers, now  holding a glass of possibly expensive alcohol. He took a sip, and after a few seconds he finally placed it down, turning to you. There was something almost honest about his expression. 

“There is something about you that’s pure, untainted. It could be due to the fact that you aren’t from this universe, possibly this galaxy, but it’s..it’s hard to stay away from. I’m surprised that your friends and the demons haven’t tried to snag you for themselves. Whatever you are, you hold power, it’s just untapped. Maybe I’m just trying to get in your good graces to exploit it for myself.” 

That was probably the most honest he’d been since you met him. For some strange reason you actually smiled. 

“You really are an asshole.” 

He found himself smiling too. 

“Well dear, I have been called far worse.” 

You believed that. 

At that point it felt like at least things were manageable. 

That was before all of that went to shit too. 

Not only was Crowley alive, but Castiel had been conspiring with him the whole time. You wanted it all to be a lie, but he looked you all in the eyes and it was real. Castiel was a horrible liar. 

Now after killing the bitch from hell, you had to possibly kill one of your closest friends. You needed some time to yourself. That’s how you started out at some bar and dragged yourself back to a random hotel. When you heard the fluttering of wings, you wanted it to be Cas, coming to tell you that he changed his mind, that he wasn’t going to actually do this. 

But it wasn’t.

You took one look at Balthazar and suddenly you wanted another drink.

“That happy to see me?” 

You just emptied your pockets carelessly, stumbling to the bed. When you almost tumbled, he was at your side and your poor attempt to pull back your hand resulted in you both hitting the bed. You fell right on top of him. 

“How fun.” 

His voice was dripping with sarcasm as he laid under you. 

“This is all very exciting, but your golden retrievers won’t stop ringing. It’s annoying. Please return their calls, they seem to be under the impression that you might be intoxicated at some shady establishment.” 

The very definition of your state. 

You wanted to say something, but as you looked down at him, that usual smugness was missing. You knew he was aware of Castiel’s situation. He’d joined your team, but it still felt a bit hopeless. Maybe that’s why you were even contemplating this as you stared down at his beautifully blue eyes.

“Still with me?” 

You licked your lips and when you cupped his cheeks and leaned in, you actually sighed at how nice his lips felt. Balthazar’s brows were furrowed, hands unsure of where to go. They finally landed on your shoulders as he gently pushed you back. You were nibbling on your lower lip and he swallowed. 

“While I’m all for questionable decisions, I believe I have enough targets on my back at the moment. I would prefer it if the Winchesters weren’t added to that list.” 

“It’s okay.” 

Your hands reached for his jacket, pulling it open. 

“Oh, dear.” 

Your fingers flattened on his chest as you leaned back in. This time he moaned when your tongue slid right through as you deepened the kiss. For a moment he was resisting, but the second you were now fully straddling his body, he seemed to give up. His hand slipped into your hair and you hummed appreciatively. He felt so solid, and he smelled amazing. You’d never been this close to him before. 

Not sober at least. 

His hand drifted, and when he cupped your breast, you moaned and he pulled away. That didn’t seem to deter you, because you started leaving kisses along his neck. He was battling with himself, because it was clear that you weren’t in the right frame of mind, but it all felt so good. 

He cursed when he realized he actually had to be the better man. Pulling his hand away, he meant to straighten to advise you against what definitely was a bad decision. But the door to your room rattled and in walked Sam and Dean. 

“Boys, what poor timing.” 

Dean looked pissed. 

“We told you to find her, not bang her!!” 

“Well, I know what this looks like but I am the victim in this situation.” 

“Really?” Sam asked. 

“Yes, definitely.” 

Balthazar seemed ready to further prove his case, but you reached over, grabbing the lapels of his jacket as you pulled him back in for a kiss. 

“(Y/N)!!” 

You were completely oblivious to their presence as you continued to kiss him. Balthazar finally pulled back, zapping himself across the room. When you looked up, you finally noticed the brothers. 

“Sam..Dean?” 

Your face was scrunched up in confusion, clearly drunk. 

“Yes, you remember us, practically your brothers. Did you forget how to pick up a phone!” Dean still sounded agitated. 

“I didn’t..talk..where’s Balthazar?” 

You were pouting. 

“It appears she’s taken a liking to me, how adorable.” Dean glared in Balthazar’s direction. 

“What, you should be thanking me.” 

“Just leave.” 

He didn’t need much more instruction. He sent you one last look before he was gone. Dean sighed heavily, because he realized the hangover you would experience would not be pleasant. So they stayed with you that night until you fell asleep before they made the trip back to Bobby’s. 

You were cranky the whole time, complaining about the music being too loud, the sky being too blue, the sun being too bright. By the time you were finally there, Bobby looked relieved. 

“I thought you idjits got jumped.” Bobby spoke. 

“We were just on a rescue mission. Someone here stopped at a bar and tried to drink the whole thing.”  

“Shut up Dean, like you wouldn’t have done the same thing.” 

“Usually I don’t try to get it on with angels.” 

“Excuse me?” Bobby sounded surprised and you just groaned. 

“It was just a lapse in judgment, let it go.” 

“Really, it felt like more than that.” Balthazar’s sudden appearance didn’t help. He was smirking.

“I’m hurt, I thought we had something special.” His teasing tone made you want to shoot something. 

“Shut up Balthazar.” You grumbled. 

He laughed, strolling over to you. With a tap on your forehead, the headache was gone. You blinked. 

“Thanks.” 

“My pleasure, since we’re all in high spirits and might be dead this time next week I think it’s time I cash in on that favor.” Balthazar’s claim made you all confused. 

“What favor?” Sam questioned. 

He turned to you, and when that smirk made its way on his face, you realized what he was talking about. When he started to approach you swallowed. 

“B-Balthazar what the hell are you-” 

He kissed you and you all but froze. You should have pushed him away, after all you were sober now. It’s not like your mind was clouded by alcohol. Yet, something about it felt too good. His hands circled your waist and yours moved to wrap around his neck as you deepened the kiss. 

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!” Dean was fuming. 

Balthazar pulled away in a slow teasing fashion, licking his lips in a manner that made you want to push him against a wall and never stop. You gulped and his eyes twinkled. 

“The end of the world might not be so bad after all.” 

He was gone with a wink and you could only gape.

With the end near, you weren’t surprised that the conversation was left for a later time. The mission at the moment was to stop Castiel. Dean was done trying to reason with him.

So the only solution was to somehow get the drop on him. Dean was going through his plan of action when you felt it, a feeling of dread in your stomach. Your knees gave out and they all looked across at the shock on your face. 

“(Y/N)?” 

“He’s…he’s dying..” 

You sounded devastated. 

“Who’s dying?” 

Dean didn’t get a response.

There was an eruption of thunder and just like that, you were gone. Your feet landed on a tiled floor, and Castiel clearly didn’t expect to see you. He had his blade in Balthazar’s chest and you just reacted, reaching over you shoved Castiel back harshly, his body hitting the wall with a force that cracked the space. Balthazar’s legs gave out and you grabbed him just in time to get you both out of there. 

The next time you landed, you were in Bobby’s angel proofed room. The blade that was once wedged into Balthazar’s back dropped to the floor and you balanced his weight, guiding him over to the bed. He was coughing up blood, yet still wearing that cocky smile. 

“Poetic..I’m sure..” 

His words were slurred. You could see the grace seeping out of his wound and you clenched your eyes, forcing back whatever tears threatened to fall as you pressed both hands to his injury. Your eyes glowed and he just stared, eyes fixated on the wound that was slowly mending itself.

If he’d asked you to explain, you wouldn’t be able to. It’s clear he wasn’t aware you were even capable of this. When that golden light left your eyes, the wound was gone, so was all the blood. He was fine, unnaturally so. 

It took a few moments before either of you even moved. When he finally did, he straightened, clearly at a loss for words. You weren’t any better. The tears you’d been trying so hard to keep at bay were now falling without restraint. You sobbed, unsure of why you were now wailing. For a while now you convinced yourself that you hated the guy. 

But just a few moments ago you were sure he was dead. He wore a sadden smile, reaching over and stroking your cheek. You were still a mess, but when he leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss, there was a part of you that seemed to forget just how shitty the whole situation was.

For a split second, it all just felt unimportant. You melted against him, holding on as if one move would cause him to disappear. 

For a full minute, it was nothing but the hurried parting and joining of your lips against each other. After the desperate touches, you both pulled back, a vulnerability present. You knew what he had to do, he did too. 

“You...have to disappear. Castiel won’t stop until you’re dead.” 

He figured as much. 

“So I have to run.” 

You nod. 

“You can’t come back.” 

You said those words with a heavy heart, because you’d just figured out your feelings, and now you have to watch him walk out of your life, possibly forever. 

“Are you going to fight him?” 

“I..I have to try..” 

Regardless of your new abilities, Castiel was still stronger. The only reason you probably bested him was because of the element of surprise. After he succeeded, who knows how powerful he would be. You had to prepare for the worse. 

“Reality is quite cruel, isn’t it.” 

You smile. 

“Very.” 

He returned it, and you stood, taking his hand as you guided him out of the room. He looked surprised that he was able to bypass the ward, but given what he’d seen you do, at this point he should have just expected it. Standing right out the door, you released his hand. 

“I guess this is goodbye. Try not to get stabbed again. I’m not sure how much more juice I have left.” 

He actually laughed and your expression softened. 

“I suppose this time around I’m indebted to you.” 

“Just don’t die.” You say firmly. 

Balthazar nods. 

There really wasn’t anything else that could be said.

“Say goodbye to the boys for me, I will miss our conversations.” 

You shook your head with a grin. 

“You’re still an asshole Balthazar.” 

With a smirk, he left a kiss on your cheek. 

You wanted to whine and complain, to beg to stay on land- safe, sturdy land. Instead, you kept your mouth shut, and followed your mom and dad onto the death trap that was all anybody could talk about.

“The Titanic is the biggest ship! It’s unsinkable! Only the richest can get a ride!”

You didn’t care!

You were grateful for you parents, grateful for the life you’d been given, but just because you had the money to go on horrifying ships, didn’t mean you had to.

“Are you excited?” Your mom asked, linking her arm through yours.

You gave her a nod and a tight smile. You didn’t have the heart to tell her you’d been dreading this trip since your father mentioned it.

“There will be plenty of men for you to meet. Perhaps a prospective husband?” She added, as if that were a selling point.

You only nodded again. Your mom just didn’t understand that you weren’t good at talking to new people. It didn’t matter if they would make a great husband, you’d just be a stuttering mess, and you refused to subject yourself to that. 

All you wanted to do on this trip was read, and look at the ocean.

“Darling, please wear that lovely blue dress you have,” your mom requested, sticking her head into your room. “That Wilmington boy will be at dinner, and I’d love for you to make a good first impression.”

“Sure,” you sighed. She flashed you an excited smile, then ducked out of your room.

Did you want to wear the blue dress? No. Did you want to go to dinner with all your parents friends? No. Were you doing all this stuff regardless? Of course.

You slipped on the blue dress then left to find your parents in the dining hall.

You’d been on the Titanic for a few days now, and you had already read a quarter of the books you’d brought. You were scared you’d run out of books before the trip ended.

“Y/N!” Your dad called for you, standing up and waving you towards the table. Everybody was dressed to impress, the men wore tuxes, the women poofy dresses that were similar to yours. 

“Everybody, this is my daughter, Y/N,” your mom said. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks as everybody shifted their attention to you. 

“Um, Hi-llo,” you said, cringing. Either say hi, or say hello. Pick one! You chided yourself.

“Sweetie, sit here,” your mom suggested, patting the empty seat between her and Lawrence Wilmington, the boy you were dress so nicely for. Subtle.

You sat down and everybody else resumed their conversation. Laughter was shared, stories told. You kept your head down the whole time.

“I like your dress,” Lawrence said quietly to you.

“Thanks,” you replied, lightly dragging your fork across your now-empty plate.

“Blue is my favorite color.”

You nodded in acknowledgment.

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

“Sorry,” you said, placing your fork down and finally looking at him. “I’m a bit shy.”

“So I noticed,” he laughed. “Maybe we could hang out tomorrow, where we can be without so many people.”

Well, there go your plans of reading all day.

“Oh, um, okay,” you agreed, forcing a smile.

“Terrific.” Then Lawrence turned away from you, and jumped back into the table’s conversation.

“I’m going for a walk,” you whispered to your mom. You stood up before she could say anything more, and left the dining room.

The sun had set, leaving the sky a blanket of twinkling lights. There was a cool breeze, one that carried the smell of sea salt to your nostrils.

You leaned against the railing, and let the soft sway of the ship relax you.

Balthazar hated the Titanic. He hated Kate Winslet, despised Celine Dion, and was just annoyed by Leonardo DiCaprio’s acting career. So, the obvious solution? Make sure The Titanic never crashes, so those people never become famous.

Simple enough.

Balthazar flew to the Titanic, and landed on the deck. It was night, and most people were either in their cabins or in the dining hall.

Except for one person.

You.

You let out a long sigh and decided to go back to your cabin, crawl into bed, and read. You turned around, expecting to see a clear deck, but you were surprised to see a man standing in the center, looking right at you. But that wasn’t what had gotten your attention.

This man was glowing. 

He looked like a normal man, except for a strong aura that surrounded him. Your breath caught in your throat, and you unknowingly took a step forward, too interested in the ‘man’ to know what you were doing.

“Can I help you?” The man asked with a British accent. His voice thrummed with power.

“You’re an angel,” you stated, tilting your head curiously.

He wasn’t expecting that. In three long strides the man was in front of you. His eyes went over your face, a frown etching over his lips. You glanced down at his arm and saw that he now held a long silver blade. An angel blade, you remembered.

“How do you know?” He demanded, voice low and threatening.

“I-I can see,” you said, taking a step away from him. You’d never been threatened by an angel before.

“See what? My wings?”

“No, your aura.”

The angel stared at you for a moment, then stepped back, and slid his blade into his sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out. “I, uh, I’ve only met one other angel, and he told me about my ability.”

“And why can you see that I’m an angel?”

You gave him a noncommittal shrug.

He let out a long sigh, and ran his hand through his hair as he looked at you. “I’m Balthazar.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said, fidgeting under his gaze. “I’m Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anybody I was here.”

You nodded dumbly, glancing over the angel’s shoulder. You could see your parents leaving the dining hall, no doubt to go to bed. If they saw you talking to a man, you’d never hear the end of it.

“Oh, hide me!” You pleaded using the angel’s body as a barrier between you and your parents.

“Excuse me?”

“If my parents see me talking to you their imaginations will run wild,” you explained. “I don’t need to be badgered about the attractive stranger I was talking to.”

“Attractive?”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, and you risked a glance up at the angel’s face. He was looking at with a mixture of amusement and mischief. “I, uh, well... Sorry, I’m not good with new people. I mean, angels!” You wanted to just throw yourself off the boat.

“Come with me,” he insisted, offering you his arm. You looked at your parents once more, and noticed that your parents hadn’t seen you, but they could at any moment. In a slight panic, you accepted the offer, and Balthazar dragged you away from your parents’ view.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he led you down a flight of stairs.

“To find a nice ale and relax.”

“I don’t drink,” you said, walking into a large, empty room.

“Well, I do.”

“Um, maybe I should just go back to my room,” you said, still following the angel into the room, towards a pantry.

“That’s no fun,” he argued, dropping your arm and motioning for you to sit at a small table.

“I think it’d be plenty of fun,” you said, sitting down.

“What would you even do?”

“Read.”

“Read what? I’m much better company than some book.”

“Well, I was going to start reading The Jungle or maybe The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, I haven’t decided yet.”

“The movies are better.”

“The films?” You scoffed. “The films wouldn’t be able to do any book justice!”

Balthazar rooted through a few pantries, and then turned towards you with a bottle of what looked like rum in his hands. “Have one drink with me,” he pleaded.

“Why?”

“You’re interesting,” he shrugged, plopping into the seat beside you.

“I assure you, I’m not.”

“Oh, yes you are.”

“No, believe me, I’m really not,” you said, shaking your head.

“You can see angels, that makes you interesting enough,” he said.

“But I have nothing else to offer.”

“Well I think that’s for me to decide,” he said, pouring himself a glass of rum. “Now, tell me why you’re on this boat.”

You had to accept that you were sucked into a conversation with no way out. Sighing, you leaned back in your chair and told Balthazar about your weeks leading up to the trip- the dread, the worry, the anxiety.

He listened quietly to all of it, smiling slightly whenever you let a curse slip past your lips. When you finished you just shrugged, and waited for him to comment.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” Balthazar asked.

“I told you all that and you that’s what you ask me?” You laughed.

“It sounds like you’ve had a long few weeks,” he shrugged. 

You never really drank; you’d only had a sip of wine once or twice. But one drink couldn’t hurt.

“Just one,” you decided.

One turned into four, and next thing you knew, Balthazar was quietly leading you into your room.

“I-I drank waaaaaaay too much,” you slurred, wobbling on your feet.

“I’m afraid that’s my fault,” Balthazar sighed, gently closing your bedroom door. “Now you should crawl into bed and go to sleep.”

“Don’ tell me wha’ to do.”

“Then I strongly suggest going to sleep.”

“Da’s better,” you nodded, then fell onto your bed. It creaked loudly, and you giggled at the sound. “Shhhh,” you hushed the bed.

“I should have done this a while ago,” Balthazar said, walking up to you.

“Done wha?” You asked, watching him. “Kiss me? ‘Cuz I agree.”

“Maybe when you’re less drunk.”

“Ooookey dokey,” you said, smiling at him dumbly.

Balthazar couldn’t stop an amused smile from crossing his features. He placed two fingers on your forehead, and then everything went black.

You woke up, limbs stiff and head banging. You realized you were still in your clothes from yesterday, and let out a groan.

“Balthazar, if you can hear me, you suck,” you grumbled, kicking your blankets off your legs.

“That’s not very nice.”

You yelped at the sudden intrusion, and turned to see Balthazar leaning against the wall behind you. The movement just made your head hurt all the more.

“It’s also not very nice to get a person drunk,” you bit back.

“You’re just cranky because of the hangover,” he assured you.

“Then fix it.” 

“Okay.”

You eyed Balthazar suspiciously, “Wait, can you actually do that?”

In reply, Balthazar moved to stand in front of you, and pressed two fingers against your forehead.

It felt like somebody had literally sucked all the grogginess out of you. You could feel your pain leaving your body, until there was nothing left.

“Oh my goodness” you whispered in awe. “What else can you do?”

“Nothing you need to worry about. Shall we get breakfast?”

You pouted at him, but your stomach growled loudly, revealing your hunger. Balthazar gave you a smug smile, one you found oddly endearing, and he offered you his arm. You accepted it, and he led you out of the room and towards the dining hall.

“So, why are you here?” You asked during the walk.

“Because you were hungover and in need of a cure,” he answered easily.

“No, why are you here, on the Titanic?”

Balthazar stopped walking for a moment, and his eyes widened. “Oh, bloody Hell,” he muttered.

“What?”

“I... Balthazar glanced at you, his stormy blue eyes went over your face. “Nothing,” he finally said. “I’m a fan of the ship.”

“Oh, okay.” You didn’t really buy it, he’d acted too strangely. But you’d only just met him, and didn’t want to push him. 

“Y/N!” Your mother shouted. You followed the sound of her voice, and saw her waving you over from a table filled with her friends.

“Please don’t leave me,” you begged, tightening your grip on Balthazar.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

With Balthazar’s arm still wrapped around yours, you walked over to your mom. Her eyes flitted over Balthazar, a broad smile tugging at her lips. “Hello, I’m Mrs. Y/L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” Balthazar replied, gently gripping your mom’s hand, and pulling it to his lips.

“Oh, what a charmer!” She exclaimed. “Please join us for breakfast!”

“I’d love to,” Balthazar accepted, throwing you a smirk. You both sat down, with Balthazar between you and your mom, and Lawrence on your other side.

During the meal you finally let yourself have a good look at Balthazar. He had a long neck and nice collar bone, revealed by the revealing shirt he wore. His dull blue eyes seemed to sparkles and dance across the room, always landing back on you. His features were pinched, slightly, but he definitely wasn’t unattractive.

“Will we still be spending the day together?” Lawrence asked you, leaning in so as to not draw attention. “Some friends and I were planning on playing cards, and I’d love a good luck charm like you.”

So you wouldn’t even be playing, how fun. “I’m sorry, but Balthazar has asked me to show him around the ship, and as he has no friends, I feel obligated.”

“You’re not obligated,” Lawrence assured you. “C’mon, we’ll have more fun.”

“I highly doubt that,” Balthazar commented, leaning in to your conversation. The rest of the table was involved in a rousing discussion on politics, unaware of your conversation.

“Excuse me?” Lawrence demanded.

“As much fun as I’m sure watching you lose at a card game would be, Y/N and I were going to go adventuring. I was actually going to pay attention to her,” Balthazar explained, smiling as if he hadn’t just insulted Lawrence.

“I-I would have-” Lawrence sputtered.

“Would have glanced at me every so often, and most likely ditched me in the evening,” you finished for him. You were amazed at your own voice. “So, thank you, but I’ll stay with Balthazar.”

Lawrence stared at you in disbelief, so before you lost your new-found courage and apologized, you started shoveling food into your mouth.

Once you were done, Balthazar excused the both of you, making sure to give Lawrence an over-exaggerated smile, and then you were being led away from everyone.

“That was awesome!” You exclaimed once you were out of ear shot. “Did you see me? I totally told him off!”

“Yes, it was very impressive,” Balthazar said, watching you with a smile.

“Oh, that was empowering!” Balthazar led you through the ship as you continued replaying the scenario in your head; you hadn’t stuttered, hadn’t apologized- you were steady and resolute.

“I hate to interrupt your power trip,” Balthazar started teasingly, “but I suggest you look around.”

It was only then that you realized where he’d taken you.

You were at the very bottom of the ship, in the boiler room. Windows lined the wall, showing off the murky, cold water. “What’re we going here?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The area was uncomfortably warm, a thin layer of black dust layered every surface. 

“Look out the window,” he suggested. 

“I can’t see anything.”

“How about now?” As if on cue, a bright light emanated from the water, illuminating the sea. You could see fish swimming by, seaweed floating around. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen.

“How... How are you doing this?” You asked, breathless.

“I’m an angel,” he reminded you. “I have my ways.”

“Well, you’ll have to teach me this trick.”

“It’s a date.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, but that didn’t stop a goofy smile from spreading over your face. “It is.”

You spent a good portion of your day in the boiler room with Balthazar. You didn’t speak much, you didn’t have to. The silence was comfortable, only being broken by an excited gasp whenever a large fish swam by the window. 

Around lunch time Balthazar took a step away from you, an annoyed expression over his face. “I’m sorry, but I’m being called. I’ll be back in one moment.”

“I’ll be eating lunch,” you said, smiling at him before he disappeared.

You had butterflies in your stomach as you made your way back to the dining hall. As you mindlessly scooped food onto your plate from the buffet, a silly smile over your lips, someone moved to your side.

“Where’s your new boy toy?” Lawrence’s whiny voice demanded.

You looked up at him, and saw three of his friends standing behind him. “He’s back in his room,” you lied, turning your attention back to your food.

“And you’re not with him, slutting around?”

“I don’t think slut is a verb,” you commented, refusing to allow his words to affect you. Although, the thought of someone associating that word with you did make your cheeks turn red.

“Oh, you’re so smart,” one of Lawrence’s friends sneered.

“She can’t be that smart if she ditched Lawrence,” another man scoffed.

“If you think he’s so great, you should date him,” you said innocently.

The man opened his mouth, probably ready to call you some vulgar names, or to defend his friend’s honor, but Lawrence stopped him. “She’s not worth it, Charlie. She’s a dork, a nobody. She walks around with her nose in a book most of the time, which, I have to admit, I’m grateful for. I’d rather look at a book than her face.”

You tried not to let his words hurt you, tried to remain strong and imperturbable, but it stung. You weren’t the most outgoing, weren’t the most attractive. You were okay with that, okay with yourself- you’d accepted never being enough for anybody.

Balthazar changed that. He made you feel important, like your voice mattered. But now that he was gone, you were back to being a nobody. You could barely move your mouth to defend yourself.

“Maybe if she apologizes, I’d forgive her,” Lawrence commented, speaking as if you weren’t there. He could no doubt see the affect his words had on you.

“I-” You started, cheeks heating up, bile rising in your throat at the thought of what you were about to say.

“She’s terribly sorry,” Balthazar’s voice came. You spun around, a wave of relief washing over you when you saw him right next to you. “Terribly sorry you’re such an ass.”

“Who the Hell are you?” Lawrence demanded. “You can’t just come in here and start ruining everything!”

“Ruining everything?” Balthazar repeatedly, tilting his head in a display of dramatic confusion. “By doing what, exactly? By treating Y/N like a human being?"

“I treated her-”

“Like talking to her was the biggest favor you could have given her,” Balthazar scoffed. “And trust me, nobody needs that.”

Lawrence glanced at all his friends, his face red with anger.

“Just go away,” you insisted.

Lawrence let out a growl of anger, then spun on his heels and stormed out of the dining hall, his flock of followers close behind. 

You turned back to Balthazar, a smile etched over your face. You held your hand up, and Balthazar quickly high-fived you. 

The rest of your day was spent having fun. You and Balthazar ran around the ship together, laughing and exploring. Eventually the sun started to set, and you and Balthazar stood at the rails of the ship, watching the water roll along itself.

“I’m kind of cold,” you said, rubbing your arms, “I’m gonna get a jacket.”

“I’ll get it,” he assured you, taking a few steps back. “I can be faster.”

You smiled and turned back to face the ocean.

Balthazar disappeared.

A few birds sang in the sky.

The entire ship shook and a loud screeching sound reverberated through the night.

You fell off your feet and onto your ass, looking around at the startled, scared people. “Emergency!” A worker on the ship shouted, rushing around the deck. “Everybody get to the life boats!”

Screams of fear erupted, and people began running around in a horrified daze. You barely managed to jump to the side before a mob of people sprinted past you. 

As you looked around, you noticed that only the upper class passengers were running to the life boats. You didn’t see a single poor person.

They stayed near the bottom of the ship.

And, if you’d crashed into something, and if the ship was taking on water...

They were all in danger.

Your legs started carrying you before you’d fully formed a plan. As you ran to the stairs, you saw your parents. You paused for a moment, looking at them. They’d be worried. They’d be so scared. 

But your life wasn’t worth more than those at the bottom of the ship.

“Mom! Dad!” You shouted, waving to them.

“Oh, darling, get over here!” Your mom screamed over the crowd of people.

“I can’t! I have to help the others!”

“Don’t be silly!” Your dad yelled.

“Someone needs to help them,” you said, shaking your head. “I love you!”

And then you turned and ran down the stairs. 

People were pushing past you, trying to get to the lifeboats. Forcing your way through the crowd was difficult, but you managed.

Once you were in the lower class area, you started banging on doors. “Get to the lifeboats!” You shouted. Your message was relayed by other passengers, and soon people were rushing past you.

You ran back to the stair case and ran to the next floor down.

You jumped onto the floor, where water was starting to gather, creating a shallow pool. The cold sting of the water bit at you, but you pushed forward, growling in frustration as your soaked dress made it harder to walk.

“Get to the lifeboats!” You shouted, banging on doors and walls. 

Just like the last floor, people spread the message until it was only you on the floor.

The water level rose steadily, and now you were standing with your hips submerged in the freezing water.

You rushed up the stairs, slipping on more occasion than one. As you came to the door that would lead you to the staircase, you found it closed.

And locked.

“No,” you whispered, throat constricting in panic. You started banging against the door. “Help! Please, oh please, help!”

But you’d sent everybody away. Nobody would hear you.

You could barely breath, your chest was rising and falling rapidly. You could hear your heart beating in your ears as you panicked. The water continued to steadily rise.

Balthazar was so mad. Mad at himself, mad at his father, mad at the bloody humans who made this ship. He’d meant to stop the damn boat from crashing, but then he’d met you, and... well, there was a change of plans.

The second he felt the ship shudder, the second he heard the loud screech of metal being torn apart, he knew. In the panic near the lifeboats, he tried to find you. You were nowhere to be seen, though, and he started to push people away, screaming your name, afraid.

“Have you seen Y/N?” Your mom shouted, grabbing Balthazar’s arm. “She ran down those steps and I haven’t seen her!”

Balthazar’s eyes widened, and he nodded. “Get on the lifeboats,” he ordered her, then sprinted down the stairs.

He had to fight his way past the lower class passengers fighting their way to the top. He kept looking for your face, waiting to see those eyes that he’d grown to admire.

But he never did.

He did see Lawrence. Lawrence pushed past him, and before Balthazar could wonder why that snobby prat was hanging around with who he’d probably consider low-lifes, he was gone.

You were still nowhere to be found.

Eventually Balthazar came to the end of the hall. 

He hand’t seen you but that didn’t mean you were lost. He could have missed you, and you’d be on a lifeboat, headed towards safety. 

“Oh God,” he heard a light whimper. He heard water splashing, a loud cough, and then nothing. He heard water splashing, and moved to the door that stood at the end of the hall. He pulled the door open, practically ripping the damn thing off its hinges.

Water rushed past him, soaking his suit. He didn’t think about the bitter cold of the water, just the girl being pushed towards him with blue lips, closed eyes, and a chest that wasn’t rising.

The water kept rising. Your teeth started to chatter, you started to shake.

Soon the water was above your head, and you had to frantically tread water to breath. The ceiling kept getting closer and closer, your arms grew more and more tired. 

“Oh God,” you whimpered, a tear sliding down your cheek. You couldn’t fight anymore, you weren’t strong enough. You took one last breath, splashing your hand against the water, before sinking down.

It didn’t take long for everything to melt away, for the cold water to invade your lungs.

Everything went black.

You woke up wrapped in a warm blanket.

As your eyes fluttered open, you were met with white ceiling, and brightly painted walls. You slowly sat up, muscles protesting somewhat. 

You had no idea where you were. Not only was the place so unfamiliar, but the items that surrounded you were alien. A flat, black square was before you. Some black device that told you numbers was beside you. 

It was like you weren’t even on Earth.

“You’re awake!” But you did recognize that voice.

“Balthazar,” you sighed, turning to face him. “What’s going on?”

“Do you remember anything?” He asked, moving to take a seat beside you on the bed you occupied.

“Um,” you ran a hand through your hair, thinking. “Cold water...”

“The Titanic crashed,” he reminded you. “You ran down to the lower levels to warn people, and then got trapped. You drowned.”

“So...” you pursed your lips, staring at him. “Am I in heaven?”

Balthazar cracked a smile, and shook his head. “I took you to a different time period. The Titanic sunk over one hundred years ago.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you took a hard look around you. “So I’m in the future?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, grasping your hand. “But I couldn’t lose you, and the life boats were already leaving, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get you up there on time.”

“Did my parents make it?”

Balthazar nodded.

“Are they worried about me?”

“I don’t know,” he confessed. “They probably think you’re dead.”

“What would happen if you brought me back?”

“Mass confusion, most likely an investigation. I really can’t say.”

“Do you have to take me back?”

“No.”

“I could stay with you?”

Balthazar smiled slightly, and nodded. “Yes.”

“How are women treated in your time?”

“Just like men.”

You smiled widely, and looked down at your hands. “I’d like to stay.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

You would miss your family, miss your old life. But you had a knew life now, and with Balthazar by your side, you knew you had nothing to fear.