Summary:Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her life…forever.
Rating:18+
Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of sex, sex language, conflicting thoughts, swears, [SPOILERS] sexy touching, near kissing.
A/N:Apologies this is a few days late. You may have seen an update on an ask I posted before this chapter but if not, my weekend was a fucking nightmare. Sickness, vomiting, suspected scarlet fever in my daughter, me being bed bound. I currently sound like a barking seal - it’s fabulous. Still - thank you so so much for reading, for the support - I just hope you’ll lovethis addition.
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________
With her arm linked through her Grandfather’s, Y/N listened to the story of his morning as they both walked slowly towards the summer fayre. The event had already started, she knew that from the time after she glanced at the small watch that adorned her wrist, but they weren’t too far away from where the festivities were happening now. A part of her felt guilty for allowing her Pops to stroll so far at his age, knowing that he would have benefited from driving or taking a taxi, yet he had been adamant that they both got some fresh air and enjoyed the countryside on their journey instead. She knew that he was doing it for her though, knowing that she wouldn’t have stepped foot inside a vehicle as long as her legs were working.
I was digging around in my Google docs and oh man I forgot about this thing! I’m so sorry! I finished up what I had to and here you go! Hope you like it.
Words-1600
A/N- this is post Asmodeus Gabriel, so he’s feeling inadequate and all around terrible. And then I took his grace away. Bad Alison, bad.
Tags- Sabriel, amnesia, angst, hurt/comfort
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“Sammy!”
Dean was digging furiously, wood and debris flying as he tore through the rubble of the collapsed abandoned house.
“Come on, Sam! Let me know where you are!”
More of the wrecked house cluttered as Dean tossed it around haphazardly, grunting as he searched for his brother.
“Can’t you find him?” he shouted at the archangel standing far from the wreckage.
Gabriel blinked, blood slowly oozing down his pale face, as Dean’s insistent voice pulled him from staring at the fallen house in horror.
“I-,” he swallowed thickly, his arms still wrapped around himself, “I don’t have that much grace anymore.”
“Then if you won’t help me dig, what good are you?!”
Gabriel deflated, Dean’s angry words dredging up feelings that never really left him. Inadequate and useless; that is what he was now. It was the truth of his existence, a self loathing that had only dug itself deeper when he let Sam’s hand slip out of his own while they were escaping the house.
Dean turned back to the pile, throwing things and calling Sam’s name with a renewed fire in his eyes. He stopped suddenly, frozen in place when he thought he heard something.
“What is it?” Gabriel asked, hope rising in his voice.
“Shut up!” Dean hissed as he raised a hand for silence. The archangel shrank even further into himself. “Sammy??”
Another groan sounded, and Gabriel heard it too. He rounded the house to the other side while Dean scrambled over the top to get to the source of the noise.
