#murdoch's stuff

You pulled up in front of your cottage and turned your car's ignition off. The place looked just like it always did. A one story house with wood panelling sitting atop a hill. It was a family place that had been passed down through generations, but thankfully it was recently renovated.

Climbing the wooden steps to the house, you reminisced of old times spent in this place. As a small child, you often went adventuring in the woods, searching for fairies and other woodland creatures. Your grandmother would tell you stories of Titania and Oberon, the queen and king of the Fae.

Fairies were an obsession you grew out of. Less time was spent in the forest, more time inside the cottage or in the lake. When you reached adulthood, you barely visited anymore.

But this summer, it was nice to be away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It would be nice to finally relax.

Gabriel watched the stranger from his hiding spot. Whiskey eyes hidden behind foliage examined the figure with curiosity.

"Gabriel, what in hell's name are you doing here?"

Gabe jumped at the sudden presence, turning to face his glaring older brother. "Mikey, good to see you!" He joked.

Michael didn't return the smile. "You know very well that you're not allowed in the human realm while there's still work to do." He criticised.

"Aw, but it's the Solstice Festival!" Gabriel whined.

"There won't be a festival if you don't help out. Father is up to his ears-" Michael rambled before Gabriel interrupted.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Be a good prince and don't have fun." Gabe grumbled.

Michael turned on his heel and began to walk away. "Oh and Gabriel? You know very well that contact with humans is forbidden." He asserted.

Gabriel repeated this line in a mocking tone once his brother was out of earshot. "I just want a little fun..."

Deep in thought, Gabriel tucked a strand of hair behind a delicately pointed ear. He was going to have fun, damn it. He looked back at the cottage as the gears in his head started to turn, forming a plan.

Messing with humans was always fun. Gabriel was going to have a better time than when he "accidentally" dosed the wrong people with a love potion. His unsuspecting target was  just waiting for him.

Instead of following his brother back home like he should have, Gabriel fluttered his wings and took off towards your domain.

The drive into the countryside had left you knackered. The sun was slowly setting, changing the sky's hue to an array of pinks and yellows. Soon the stars would be out. You always loved looking at the stars.

You decided to get ready for bed. You emptied your bag of toiletries our onto your bed and rummaged around for your toothbrush, all to no avail.

Crap. Guess not brushing your teeth tonight wouldn't hurt, you thought.

You walked into the bathroom to wash your face. And there was your toothbrush, sitting right by the sink. Had you already unpacked it? You must've, it wasn't like a burglar broke into your house just to unpack a toothbrush, right?

You got the tube of toothpaste and squeezed it onto the brush. A fat and fuzzy caterpillar made its way onto your brush. You yelped and dropped the thing into the sink.

Toothpaste. It was just toothpaste. You were quite obviously sleep deprived and seeing things. You decided against brushing your teeth tonight, and left the bathroom. You swore you could hear a soft giggling coming from behind you.

Damn, you really needed some sleep.

That was only the beginning. Your tea somehow froze solid during breakfast, in the middle of summer, sitting on a table.

You'd awoken to a rooster screaming bloody murder in your room, but every time you tried to catch it, the thing would simply reappear a couple feet away, vanishing the second you threw a blanket over it in hopes of distracting it.

Every damn time something strange like that happened, you'd hear a faint voice, hooting with laughter.

You were insane. That was the only explanation. You stood by the kitchen window, running your fingers through your hair when your hands touched something that definitely shouldn't be there.

You glanced at the window and screamed at the sight of your reflection.

Ears. A second set of ears, right on top of your head. Furry cat ears that you were certain were real.

There was that laughter again. Something out of the corner of your eye moved, and you reacted on instinct, grabbing an empty mason jar off a shelf and bringing it down around the figure with lightning speed.

The laughter stopped instantly, and you heard a faint "Oh shit."

You'd gone bat shit. Lost your marbles. A few baskets short of a picnic. How else could there be a... a man in the jar.

At least it looked like a man. Dark blonde hair, golden eyes, slight smirk. Only he was around four inches tall, had pointed ears and wings- yellow, white, and black wings- protruding from his bare back. You were absolutely positive that you were seeing things.

"Hey, can you let me out?" His voice pleaded, muffled by the glass. "I was just messing with ya, you know that."

"Oh dear god-" You stammered, keeping a firm hand on top of the overturned jar. "This isn't happening..."

"Yeahhh it kinda is." He said casually. "Look, I'll get rid of the tricks and never bother you again, okay? Look-" The tiny guy snapped his fingers.

With your free hand you felt you head again. No more cat ears. "How-"

"Magic. Now let me out and never talk about this to anyone. I'm not really supposed to be here right now..." He explained.

"You're a fairy." You whispered.

The little blonde guy looked offended for a second. "Pixie, thank you very much. Now PUH-LEASE let me out!" You lifted the jar and took a step back like the pixie was about to explode. "Did your mother ever teach you that it's rude to stare?" He asked.

You scoffed. "Of course I'm staring, you're not supposed to be real!"

"Well today's your lucky day, cupcake." The pixie announced.

You looked at him for a bit. Screw it, this morning couldn't get any weirder. "I'm Y/N." You said as you gently moved your hand over to him.

"For the last time, you leave me no choice." "Y/N, please! You don't have to do this!" "I'm sorry, Gabriel," You looked down at your familiar. "But I do." "Noooooo!" The golden corgi let out a whine as you finished up your ice-cream cone. You'd bought a cone from a truck outside the park. Gabriel was tired of spending time indoors, and your health had improved quite a bit since James' attack, thanks to some of your healing spells. Gabriel spent most of the time at the park in corgi-mode, running around and playing fetch, gold collar back on him where it belonged, and glinting in the sunlight. "Okay, now you're just being dramatic." You said, wiping off the remains of the frozen treat from your mouth. The familiar huffed and dropped to the ground. "I have NO idea what you're talking about." "Gabe, I don't think ice-cream is good for dogs." You explained. His eyes looked up at you as he rested his head on his front paws. "Not a dog, Sweetheart. Remember?" You sighed. "Well I only had enough cash on me for one, and besides. You don't really share food." You recollected, thinking of the time you'd bought a pizza and more than half of it had mysteriously disappeared whilst you were in the bathroom. Gabriel looked up at you with the biggest, most pleading puppy-dog eyes he could muster. "I'll buy you one next time." You said, giving in to the cuteness. The sun was starting to set, so it was time to call it a day. "Come on, Gabe. Let's go home." "But my legs are soooo tired...." He complained, rolling onto his back and waving his stubby limbs in the air. There was no point in starting an argument with him. "How are you so heavy?" You asked, lifting Gabriel up and cradling him in your arms. "I think you need to go on a diet." "Hey, this is twenty-five pounds of pure muscle!" Gabriel retorted. You snorted. "Riiight."

You wrapped a couple crystals in newspaper before placing them in a small bag, and sliding it across the counter to your customer. "Have a great day, ma'am."

The old woman smiled at you, took her purchase and walked out the door, little bell ringing behind her. The cash register let out a soft ding when you opened it to put the cash away.  A sudden crash from the back room made you jump. You sighed, Gabe must be messing around again. You marched to your workroom, and if looks could kill... "Gabriel! I thought I told you to be careful in this room, it can be-" You looked down at the mess, and the small blonde-haired, golden-eyed kid that stood in the centre of the wreckage. "-Dangerous." "Y/N? When'd you get so big?" The kid, presumably around seven years old, asked. He tugged at the gold collar around his neck. "And what's wrong with my voice?" "Gabriel?" "I uh, might have broken something..." He nudged some broken glass with his shoe. His clothes had shrunk with him. It was difficult to be mad at Gabe when he was this adorable. "This is too good." You chuckled. Gabriel frowned at you, tiny nose scrunching up. "The hell are you talking about?" You grabbed a broom and dustpan from nearby and nudged him out the way of the glass shards. "Hopefully I can salvage some of this." You mumbled, sweeping the mess up. "Gabe, you knocked over some phoenix ash, yarrow flowers and a few other things. Seems it was enough to..." "To?" Gabe asked, eyebrow raised. You stopped cleaning and looked at him. "Gabriel. You're a kid." "I'm not a kid!" Gabriel giggled. His grin looked like it had been slapped off his face when he realised the sound he'd just made. "Oh shit." "Language." You chided. "C'mon, go up to our apartment. I'll close up early and try to sort something out."

You carried as many spellbooks as your arms could hold, upstairs and nudged the door open with your foot. You had to keep an eye on your familiar; there was no telling what he might do in his rejuvenated state. "Gabe?" You called out. The only reply was yipping coming from your room. You set the books down on the coffee table and hurried in to see what the matter was. A tiny, fluffy, corgi puppy stood in front of the full-length mirror, body low to the ground and butt shaking. "You got another dog!" Gabriel's higher-pitched voice complained in your head. He jumped from side to side, not taking his eyes off the puppy in the mirror. "Gotta show him who's boss..." It seemed he was a lot more naive and energetic in this smaller form. You laughed softly and picked the tiny familiar up in your arm. "Gabe, honey. That's your reflection." Gabriel stopped squirming and looked back at the mirror. "Oh." "Aw, aren't you just the cutest little thing!" You cooed. Gabe let out a growl but it came out more like a purr. "Hopefully, you've learned not to mess with my stuff." "I've learned, trust me Y/N, I've learned!" Gabe insisted.

You'd finally found a solution to Gabriel's sudden reverse growth-spurt. A weird concoction of spices sat in a bowl, slathered in peanut-butter to disguise the disgusting taste.

The golden puppy sat on your bed, obviously losing the fight against sleep. You watched his eyelids droop, little chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern.

"Alright, if you could bring ONE famous person back from the dead, who would it be?" You asked, lying on the grass and resting your head in your hands.

The angel beside you thought it over for a bit. "Are you just asking me because you know I can? Because I'm not really allowed to pull stunts like that."

"You prevented the Titanic from sinking." You retorted.

Balthazar chuckled. "And look how that turned out. But if you must know, Shakespeare was quite fun at parties."

"You met him?" You asked, your curiosity peaking.

Balth summoned a glass of red wine into his hand and took a swig. "He needed inspiration for his next piece, one thing led to another and before you knew it, we were both passed out half naked and half drunk on the stage of the Globe theatre."

You raised an eyebrow, unsure if you wanted to ask for more details, when someone cutting across the park caught your attention. "Sam? Sam Winchester?"

The tall man in the grey sweater stopped jogging and turned to you. "Y/N?" He walked up to you, so you got up off the picnic blanket, ignoring Balthazar's glare the entire time.

"Jeez Sam, you're even taller now!How long has it been?" You asked your old friend.

The Winchester was still regaining his breath from his run and pulled a strand of brown hair behind his ear. "Uh...let's see...ten years?"

"A decade already? Wow. We're gonna have to catch up." You suggested.

The angel sitting against a tree cleared his throat. Sam leaned over, eyes widening when he noticed the familiar face. "Balthazar?"

"Good to see you again, Samantha." Balthazar replied sarcastically, fake smile plastered across his face.

You were shocked. "You two know each other?" You asked.

Not taking his eyes off the angel, Sam nodded curtly. "We've met..." Sam studied Balthazar as he picked himself up. "I thought you were dead."

"Please, I've faked my death before. I knew siding with the Winchesters would most likely lead to my demise." Balth huffed. "Y/N, Samuel here is a hunter."

You went silent for a bit, lips forming a little 'o'. "How long?"

"My whole life really. It's why I left Stanford." Sam explained to you.

"I started a couple years after you disappeared. I met Balthy on a case, he sort of assigned himself as my guardian angel." You recounted.

Sam thought something over before saying it aloud. "Are you two-"

Balthazar choked on some of his wine. "Dating?" He sputtered, wiping the liquid off his dark blazer before they could form stains.

"No! No, we're friends." You answered hastily.

The angel nodded. "Just friends!" Of course, you didn't seem to notice how his eyes lingered on you, or the disappointed tone of his voice. "Just friends..."

Over the course of the next couple weeks, you never seemed to shut up about Sam freaking Winchester. Balthazar would often catch you chatting over the phone, planning to meet up and talk about old times, and what you had both missed in each-others' lives.

It drove your angel batty. He hated how comfortable you were talking to Sam. How your eyes would light up when you'd say "Sam this" or "Sammy that". There was clearly something between the two of you. Balthazar prayed to his father he was wrong.

The day rolled around when Sam invited you out for drinks. You told Balthazar about this, his answer of course was to grab his jacket and ask "Where are we going?"

There was no arguing with him. You'd simply sighed and told him the name of the bar. With a snap of his fingers, and a little grace, both angel and hunter were transported outside of where you'd promised to meet Sam.

Balthazar kept himself close to you as you made your way inside the slightly crowded bar. The youngest Winchester sat in a booth at a far corner, away from most of the people. He scanned the area, waving you over once he found you.

The angel steered you to sit across from Sam, rather than next to him. Balthazar seated himself beside you, still aiming that fake smile towards his old.... uh... friend.

"You brought him along?" Sam asked while maintaining eye contact with your friend like it was a life-or-death staring contest.

You sighed. "He sort of... invited himself. You don't mind, do you?" You inquired.

"I- I guess not." Sam muttered. "A friend of Y/N's is a friend of mine."

"How kind of you." Balthazar sneered. "May I ask how you two know each other?"

You and Sam shared glances for a quick moment. "Y/N and I used to date, back when we were at college." The Winchester explained.

Balthazar's smile slid off his face almost immediately. "Ah, I see." Of course there was something between the two of you. He was a fool to think he had a chance.

You smiled before turning to the angel. "Bal, could you get us some drinks? Please?"

Balthazar got up and gave you a little bow. "Of course. I'll be right back, darling."

He strutted off, ordering a fine whiskey on rocks for himself, the crappiest beer he could think of for Sam, and one of your favourite drinks. Balth took pride in knowing what you did and didn't like.

He came back with the drinks to find you and Sam laughing together as if nothing else mattered. Balthazar slid your drinks across the table and took his seat next to you.

"So, how's things with you and Jess?" You asked Sam, taking a sip from your glass.

Sam's expression changed. "She uh...she died a while ago."

"Oh. I'm sorry." You whispered sympathetically, reaching out and taking his hand in yours.

Balthazar stood up, the table quivering at the sudden movement. "Oh bloody hell, why don't you just get it over with! Kiss or something, see if I care!" He spat.

You frowned at him. "Balthazar, are you okay? You've been acting weird lately." You said.

"No, I'm not okay! You and Sam obviously want to rekindle that spark. I should have known I couldn't have you, it was hopeless, right from the start!" Balthazar yelled. People were starting to turn and see what the commotion was. "I give up." He marched through the crowd and out the building before you could stop him.

"Balthazar, wait!" You pleaded. It was too late. He was gone. "Sam, I-"

"Y/N, it's okay, go after him." Sam assured you. "See if you can talk some sense into the British jackass."

You got up and hugged your old pal. You muttered a quick thanks before rushing outside to look for Balthazar. The angel didn't appear to be anywhere close by, but you knew he always answered your prayers. "Marco."

"Polo." The accented voice came from beside you. Balthazar took a sip of alcohol from the glass he was holding, before asking "Shouldn't you be inside with your Sammy?"

You could tell from the tone of his voice he was upset. "Balthy, I came out here to talk to you."

The angel chuckled and went to take another swig when you grabbed the cup out of his hands and emptied the contents into the road. "Oi, I was drinking that!" He whined.

"I need you as sober as I can get." You insisted. "Balthazar, Sam Winchester and I broke up ages ago. He started dating Jess, but we've always been on good terms. We're good friends, and nothing more." You tried to explain.

Balth's brow furrowed. "So there's nothing between you?" He asked.

"Nothing. Because there's someone else I've got my eye on."

"Oh, wonderful. Just marvellous." Balthazar said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You couldn't help but laugh. "It's you, you big idiot."

"M-me?" For once in his ever-lasting life, Balthazar was speechless.

You pulled a bit closer to him and planted a light kiss on his cheek. "You. So why don't we go back inside and you can buy me a drink."

Sam hung up his phone giving Dean a worried look. "Donna needs our help. We have to go. Now."

"Oh come on we can't bring Y/N on a hunt with us! Not like...this!" Dean gestured to your sleeping figure on the couch.

Castiel frowned, deep in thought. "Maybe we could-"

"Cas no." Dean shot the trenchcoated angel a classic bitchface.

"Maybe we should call-"

"Don't say his name!"

"Lu-"

"Cas, I swear to God if you-"

"-cifer."

"Damn it Cas!" The words had barely escaped the eldest Winchester's mouth when a flap of wings could be heard from behind him.

"Speak of the devil..." A voice purred, making the brothers jump and earning an eyeroll from Cas. "So, why'd you call me here boys? I don't get many prayers you know." Lucifer said with a sly grin.

"We need you to..." Sam struggled to find the right words. "...Babysit."

Lucifer made a face like he'd just been told to stick his hand in a meat grinder. "Babysit? The hell do you mean babysit? And where's my favourite seer?"

The boys knew exactly what he meant by that. You were a subclass of seer, angelus videns, one of the very few that could see and hear angels without your mind turning to soup. You could also see an angels wings, which really freaked you out the first time you met Castiel. He was your first angel, but not your favourite.

"Well, we had a run in with witches. And Y/N..." Deans voice trailed off as he glanced over at you.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes. "Sammy? Dean? Cas?" Your eyes widened and a large grin spread across your face when you noticed the archangel in the room. "Luci!"

Lucifer saw the five year old human barrelling towards him and braced for impact. He looked at Team Free Will, at you, then back at the adults before bursting out laughing. "A witch did this?"

Cas nodded. "A reverse ageing spell. This one should wear off in twenty-four to forty-eight hours."

"Come on, you kidding me? I can't look after a child!" Lucifer whined.

Cas wouldn't take no for an answer. Actually he didn't take any answer, he just placed his hands on the brothers' shoulders and disappered.

You tugged at Lucifer's pant leg. "I'm hungry."

"Hi hungry, I'm the devil." He quipped. The grin slid off his face when he realize you were a bit too young to appreciate a good 'dad joke'. Lucifer lead you to the kitchen and rummaged through cupboards.

"Loofer," You said, not really able to pronounce his name properly. "Loofer are you an angel?"

He pulled a container of three day old stir fry out of the fridge and offered it to you, putting it away when you turned your nose up in disgust. "Yeah, I'm an angel. Why?"

"Cuz you and the funny man in the coat have wings. Yours are much prettier." You said, reaching out to stroke the shimmering feathers.

Lucifer gave you a stern look, grabbed your hand and moved it away from him. "Don't touch. I don't want your grubby kid hands ruining anything." He sneered.

"Pleeeease?" You begged as you gave your best puppy dog eyes. You'd forgotten all about being hungry and the only thing you wanted to do was touch those soft-looking wings of his.

The devil sighed, there was no fighting with you. He was a little taken aback as well, nobody had taken such fascination in his wings since the dawn of time.

Lucifer sat down cross-legged on the bunker floor, his back turned towards you. You sat on a chair behind him, occasionally laughing when a feather tickled your hands.

He couldn't help thinking how innocent you were like this. Practically no memories, no knowledge of the evils you faced daily.  And now you sat behind him, giggling like a giddy schoolgirl.

His wings were beautiful, the most stunning pair you'd ever seen. Like a sunrise, it was a light pink at the top, growing darker and darker towards the tips. The old name for him, Light Bringer, rang true as the feathers practically glowed with celestial light.

They were beautiful, but they were broken. Scars adorned them, large clumps of feathers were missing. They'd lost their sheen and their perfect form. All those eons in the cage had taken their toll on him.

Your small fingers brushed a thin scratch on his left wing, making Lucifer twitch and the feathers poof up a bit. "You have a boo-boo." You commented.

Lucifer turned his head towards you. "Yeah, and?"

You stood up and pushed the chair away. "I'll be right back!" You said with a smile.

The archangel watched you toddle off down a hallway. Never in a million years did Lucifer think he'd be looking after a child, no matter how temporary the situation. You were so calm around him. When you weren't pre-pubescent you understood him, you actually listened to his side of the story.

The Winchesters weren't so happy to have him around, but he was a lot less violent with you. Almost...human.

"Got them!" You exclaimed proudly, brandishing a box of band-aids.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow but allowed you to paste multiple bandages over his old scars. "You done yet?" He asked.

"Almost." You said, applying the last band-aid. "Just gotta kiss 'em better."

"We're back." Dean said, opening the bunker door.

The brothers and Castiel looked around. It was quiet...too quiet. Sam and Dean drew their guns and Cas pulled out his angel blade. They noticed your bedroom door was slightly ajar and threw it open.

Lucifer held you in his arms and gently rocked you back and forth. Your head rested on his shoulder, your eyes closed with a tranquil expression on your face. "Could you keep it down? I just got Y/N to sleep, you know how many stories that took?" Lucifer whispered and shook his head. "I swear to deadbeat dad, if I have to read 'Goodnight Moon' one more time..."

"You did a good job." Sam commented. Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Well Y/N's alive and the Bunker isn't in flames, I'd say that's a good job."

The Winchester brothers left the room and trudged of to get some rest. Cas glanced at his brother's back and asked "Are those...bandaids?"

"Where are you going?" You asked the Winchester brothers.  

"Out." Dean replied bluntly.

You rolled your eyes. "I figured. Where?"

Sam piped up, avoiding your eye contact. "Portland. There's a case there, Dean says it's a nøkken but I'm betting siren-"

"-So you're leaving me here alone." You cut in.

"Not alone, no" Dean stammered.

"Let me rephrase that." You said. "You're leaving me alone, with feather brain."

"Only for a few hours." Sam gave you a weak smile.

"Take me with you, please!" You begged. You knew it was pointless, you'd sprained your ankle only a few weeks ago. It was healing, but not quite there.

"Gadreel's not that bad." Sam said. His voice went up an octave, as if he was having difficulty convincing himself.

"Are you kidding me? I've had deeper conversations with a brick wall." You laughed. "He's stuck up and frankly, I don't know why you let him stay here."

As you finished your small rant you turned around, coming face to face with the angel you were just talking trash about.

You looked at Gadreel's unchanging expression and muttered a quiet "Well this is awkward."

In the minute of awkward silence that followed, Sam and Dean stumbled out the bunker leaving you and the fallen angel alone.

"What do we do now?" He asked you.

"We don't do anything." You spat. You turned around and stomped towards your room. You slammed the door shut. You flopped down on your bed, staring up at the plain ceiling. This was the dumbest thing the brothers had done to you. If they didn't die on their hunt, you'd kill them.

It wasn't that you hated Gadreel, in fact it was quite the opposite. Unwanted feelings of adoration meant you had to keep making up reasons to hate him. Hating him just seemed so much easier. Besides, it wasn't like an angel could ever love a human, especially not a damn hunter.

After a few hours of pacing and rereading books for the millionth time, you left your room.

Quietly you grabbed your coat and crept towards the door. If you could make it without Gadreel noticing-

"Where are you going?" Well shit. He saw you.

"Out for a walk." You said, zipping your coat up.

Gadreel stood up. With his large muscular frame, he could look intimidating at times. "Then I will go with you. It's not safe to go out alone."

"I can handle myself. I don't need protection."

"Then I can keep you company."

You sighed. There was no arguing with him. "Fine." You snapped. You reached for the door when Gadreel placed his hand on your shoulder.

Instantly you were transported to a park. Large white flakes of snow danced through the air, leaving a thick blanket over everything.

You looked over at the angel. Gadreel shrugged. "I thought a park would be more fun than walk in along a highway."

"It is." The corners of your mouth twitched.

"Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?" Gadreel asked.

You quickly turned your face away to hide the grin that was unwillingly forming on your face. "Shut up."

The two of you walked along in the snow, enjoying the peace and quiet.

"I've never seen snow before. It's rather interesting." So much for quiet.

You looked over at Gadreel. "You spent a lot of time in Heaven's prison, didn't you?"

Gadreel nodded. "I missed out on many of Earth's beauties, which makes me glad I finally met you." Was he...calling you beautiful? "I was."

Crap, you'd forgotten angels could read minds. Thoughts bubbled up in your mind about you and Gadreel. Things you've wanted to do and say since the day you met him. You couldn't let him know.

Fight, flight, freeze instincts kicked in. You went with flight and dashed behind a nearby tree. You took a deep breath to calm yourself as Gadreel called your name. He was getting closer and closer...

You looked down at your feet. Thick white snow, perfect for snow-forts, snowmen...snowballs. You knelt down and quickly made a sphere in your hands before lobbing it at the unsuspecting angel.

Smack! It exploded in Gadreel's face leaving him with a confused expression. "What was that?" He asked you.

You giggled at his reaction. "It was a snowball. Pretty self explanatory."

Gadreel looked at you for a minute. "So you simply get some snow and form a sphere?" He asked, kneeling down.

You nodded, unsure of what he was planning. You watched as he molded the snow into a ball. All too late you regretted your decision. "Don't you dare throw that snowba-" Gadreel grinned and threw it, hitting you square in the chest. "Goddammit!"

Within seconds it was an all out war. Gadreel sure caught on quickly, the abandoned park soon turned into a battlefield.

"Okay, okay. Truce?" You laughed, raising your hands up in defeat.

Gadreel nodded. "Truce."

You shook hands and looked at each other for an awkward minute before you let go and slid your hand into your pocket.

You started walking along the path again, in silence before Gadreel started talking.

"Why do you hate me?" He asked.

"I don't hate you. I-" You struggled to confess what had been going on. "It's just easier to hate you than to like you."

"You...you like me?" Was Gadreel smiling?

You sighed. "Yes. A hunter in love with a former prisoner of heaven. A human in love with an angel. Go on, laugh."

He tilted his head in question. "Why would I laugh when I share the feeling?"

You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks. "You like me back?"

Gadreel nodded and pulled out some cue cards from his back pocket. "Your friends made me these, I was too nervous to be straightforward." He sorted through them. "I believed that I could use these in this setting."

You waited patiently as the angel cleared his throat and read the paper. "Do I have pneumonia? Because you're giving me the chills."

You burst out laughing. "That's priceless!"

Gadreel grinned. "Dean requested I read this one to you..." He pulled out another card. "You're like a snowflake. Beautiful, unique..."

"Aww, that's so sweet-"

"...and wet with one touch."