abandonedbyheaven:

+justauriel started following you

Meg’s lips pursed. She should be used to seeing them by now. Chewing her lip, the demon cleared her throat, eyes flashing at the pretty little angel who just so happened to find herself in her line of vision. She was young, or the vessel she possessed was. Smirking, Meg folded her arms over her chest. Oh what fun. “Are you my welcoming committee  I must tell ya, sweetie. You look a little young to be out all alone. Bad things happen to little angels who venture too far away from holy ground.”

   Auriel’s face fell. Of course she was here. Meg Masters was always around. Auriel tilted her head, “Better watch what you say, darling. You’re wanted. I’m stronger, smarter, and faster, oh and? I know all about you. We don’t want our sweet, sweet Crowley finding you ran through in a ditch do we?” The angel wasn’t in the mood. “The very fact I’m taking the time to speak and not smiting you where you stand should attest to my patience. What do you want?”

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dean-themichaelsword:

“Are you sure they got the right bag of dick’s for the devil? I think you give dear old Luci a run for his money.” Dean smirked, sliding off the hood of his baby. “What brings you here? Did you miss me that much, Au?” 
Her response would be something about smiting him. It was their typical banter. Truth be told, he liked Auriel. Not love. Definitely not that. He liked her. She was the only Angel, besides Cas, that gave it to him straight. Her respect for personal space and avoidance of ‘feelings’ helped too.
The only time he actually heard her talk about what made her a human’s equivalent to a cold bitter bitch with three cats, he’d managed to get her drunk. That conversation was never brought up again, and he respected her a little more. He’d never have to go through that, and truth be told, he didn’t want her to experience it either. 
As for Dean, he never really shared too. Auriel already knew. He loved Cassie. She left. He loved Lisa, but more as a sister than anything else, and she was gone too. She never seemed to ask about his past, and he preferred it. She earned his respect when she kept him from the edge while Castiel was serving his atonement. They didn’t label it, they just were.
Grabbing her by the waist, knowing full well she could knock his ass down a peg (or eight) if she didn’t want him to touch her, he tugged. “Let me guess, the sex talk has initiated because they don’t know he has a thing for Jimmy’s ex wife?” Dean smirked. 

Auriel slapped his shoulder. “Don’t be so cocky about it. It’s his job to do what’s best for his vessel.” Leaning against his chest, the petite angel sighed. “It’s your fault anyways. What do you expect after teaching an angel of free will. Love is so easy to express.”
He was thinking about Lisa again. She knew the man was broody, but it was worse with Lisa. He could rival King John III. Auriel pursed her lips, running her fingers over his jaw. “Hey.” She murmured. He was always so confusing when he thought of love or Lisa. Funny how four letter words drove him insane. She really shouldn’t distract him from his thoughts, but honestly, was it worth the aneurysm he was giving himself?
Auriel gripped the leather of his jacket. “Tell anyone I kissed you, and I’ll haunt your dreams with Raph and Zach having sex. Got it big boy?” Au smirked, standing up on her toes, kissing him softly. “If you keep thinking about how much you’re in like with me, I’m gonna leave. You’ll be sleeping alone tonight. Do you wanna chance it?”

I Didn’t Order an Angel||+justauriel

dean-themichaelsword:

“Are you sure they got the right bag of dick’s for the devil? I think you give dear old Luci a run for his money.” Dean smirked, sliding off the hood of his baby. “What brings you here? Did you miss me that much, Au?” 
Her response would be something about smiting him. It was their typical banter. Truth be told, he liked Auriel. Not love. Definitely not that. He liked her. She was the only Angel, besides Cas, that gave it to him straight. Her respect for personal space and avoidance of ‘feelings’ helped too.
The only time he actually heard her talk about what made her a human’s equivalent to a cold bitter bitch with three cats, he’d managed to get her drunk. That conversation was never brought up again, and he respected her a little more. He’d never have to go through that, and truth be told, he didn’t want her to experience it either. 
As for Dean, he never really shared too. Auriel already knew. He loved Cassie. She left. He loved Lisa, but more as a sister than anything else, and she was gone too. She never seemed to ask about his past, and he preferred it. She earned his respect when she kept him from the edge while Castiel was serving his atonement. They didn’t label it, they just were.
Grabbing her by the waist, knowing full well she could knock his ass down a peg (or eight) if she didn’t want him to touch her, he tugged. “Let me guess, the sex talk has initiated because they don’t know he has a thing for Jimmy’s ex wife?” Dean smirked. 

Auriel slapped his shoulder. “Don’t be so cocky about it. It’s his job to do what’s best for his vessel.” Leaning against his chest, the petite angel sighed. “It’s your fault anyways. What do you expect after teaching an angel of free will. Love is so easy to express.”
He was thinking about Lisa again. She knew the man was broody, but it was worse with Lisa. He could rival King John III. Auriel pursed her lips, running her fingers over his jaw. “Hey.” She murmured. He was always so confusing when he thought of love or Lisa. Funny how four letter words drove him insane. She really shouldn’t distract him from his thoughts, but honestly, was it worth the aneurysm he was giving himself?
Auriel gripped the leather of his jacket. “Tell anyone I kissed you, and I’ll haunt your dreams with Raph and Zach having sex. Got it big boy?” Au smirked, standing up on her toes, kissing him softly. “If you keep thinking about how much you’re in like with me, I’m gonna leave. You’ll be sleeping alone tonight. Do you wanna chance it?”

I Didn’t Order an Angel||+justauriel

dean-themichaelsword:

“Are you sure they got the right bag of dick’s for the devil? I think you give dear old Luci a run for his money.” Dean smirked, sliding off the hood of his baby. “What brings you here? Did you miss me that much, Au?” 
Her response would be something about smiting him. It was their typical banter. Truth be told, he liked Auriel. Not love. Definitely not that. He liked her. She was the only Angel, besides Cas, that gave it to him straight. Her respect for personal space and avoidance of ‘feelings’ helped too.
The only time he actually heard her talk about what made her a human’s equivalent to a cold bitter bitch with three cats, he’d managed to get her drunk. That conversation was never brought up again, and he respected her a little more. He’d never have to go through that, and truth be told, he didn’t want her to experience it either. 
As for Dean, he never really shared too. Auriel already knew. He loved Cassie. She left. He loved Lisa, but more as a sister than anything else, and she was gone too. She never seemed to ask about his past, and he preferred it. She earned his respect when she kept him from the edge while Castiel was serving his atonement. They didn’t label it, they just were.
Grabbing her by the waist, knowing full well she could knock his ass down a peg (or eight) if she didn’t want him to touch her, he tugged. “Let me guess, the sex talk has initiated because they don’t know he has a thing for Jimmy’s ex wife?” Dean smirked. 

Auriel slapped his shoulder. “Don’t be so cocky about it. It’s his job to do what’s best for his vessel.” Leaning against his chest, the petite angel sighed. “It’s your fault anyways. What do you expect after teaching an angel of free will. Love is so easy to express.”
He was thinking about Lisa again. She knew the man was broody, but it was worse with Lisa. He could rival King John III. Auriel pursed her lips, running her fingers over his jaw. “Hey.” She murmured. He was always so confusing when he thought of love or Lisa. Funny how four letter words drove him insane. She really shouldn’t distract him from his thoughts, but honestly, was it worth the aneurysm he was giving himself?
Auriel gripped the leather of his jacket. “Tell anyone I kissed you, and I’ll haunt your dreams with Raph and Zach having sex. Got it big boy?” Au smirked, standing up on her toes, kissing him softly. “If you keep thinking about how much you’re in like with me, I’m gonna leave. You’ll be sleeping alone tonight. Do you wanna chance it?”

I Didn’t Order an Angel||+justauriel

dean-themichaelsword:

Dean Winchester is many things. Awesome. Adorable. Lady’s Man? All accurate. An angel’s bitch? Nothing of the sort. The way he saw it. There are two types of angels in the world, dicks and even bigger dicks. Cas? He’s just not categorized. He’s different. He’s got nothing against family. The bastard gets lonely, that’s fine. Why the fuck should he care that his angel is having a God Squad pow-wow instead of helping him do, stuff. He wasn’t jealous! Dean Winchester doesn’t get jealous. 
Sitting on the hood of the only faithful lady he knew (and yes, he was referring to his car), Dean sighed, staring up at a starry sky. He used to believe that every star was an angel, like his mom said. They were watching him while he watched them. That was a child’s dream though, the real things were annoying shits who couldn’t learn the rules of personal space or acting, normal. They were big creatures in little bodies with superiority complexes and daddy issues out the ass. And he thought Winchester’s had it bad.
It was fine if his best friend wanted to run off with his family. It didn’t bother Dean. He was a grown man. He could handle a few hours alone. Besides, without Sam? Dean needed to learn the prospects of being alone. So, it was fine. Cas can go fangirl over his little family get together. Dean just didn’t care.
The flutter of wings alerted Dean before the feeling of being stared at did. Issue number 13 with angels. They stare. A lot. “Look Cas, I thought you were having a family reunion or some shit on Cloud 9. I told you I was fine, you don’t have to come down here and check on me like I’m some invalid or damsel in distress. I can take care of myself.” 

Being the little sister was, hard. Gabriel, Balthazar, and Castiel weren’t exactly good role models. Auriel didn’t make a habit of picking their brains. Gabe’s was on candy and tricks, Balth’s was liquor and sex, and Cassy? Dean, Dean, Dean, Kittens, Dean. The guy was radiating nervous, uncomfortable energy.
And his human? Oh that cute little lapdog with a Martyr complex and daddy issues the size of the fourth ring of hell? He wasn’t helping anything. At all. It was like living in a third country Soap and if she was being honest, she’d rather bathe in holy oil. Or, you know. Coerce with Luci.
The drama was peaking when Balth started the sex tips.
That was it.
It was time to leave.
Right the fuck now.
“Oh princess, you’re definitely a damsel in distress. Look at you!” Auriel stood behind the Impala, unamused. “So, do you call Cassy because you have the hots for him, or are you on a feather trip?” Auriel smirked. Heaven be damned if they got along. She was the little sister. Being polite was not in her job description. They didn’t always fight, sure. In fact, it was just the opposite. They got along well enough, but for the sake of privacy, they’d agreed to rip in to each other.
Of course that plan usually went one of two ways:
-They were left alone.
-Cas and Balth made an appearance and had an angel’s equivalent to a ‘CAN’T-YOU-FUCKERS-GET-ALONG?!?!’ speech. 
“What’s the matter big guy? Are you honestly that insecure with your growing love connection with Castiel, or are you jealous? I seem to be getting the jealous vibe from you.”
 

SOMEONE CONTROL LUCIFER BEFORE I CASTRATE HIM.

Is that my little sister and Dean there? I SMELL CHEMISTRY

taintedmorningstar:

You disgust me you overgrown yard ape.

Gettin’ Real tired of your shit half-pint

dean-themichaelsword:

Clearly, Cassy didn’t train you well enough.