Balthazar / Reader

You sit in front of your window, staring at the snow. You have a warm cup of hot chocolate in your hands and a blanket on your shoulders. You used to love doing this, just sitting and thinking. It used to help you with anything. That was before. Before him.

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It’s a perfect day. Snow slowly falling, making everything beautiful. You smile to yourself. Finally a peaceful day. You settle into your chair and sip your drink. Suddenly you feel hands on your shoulders and a kiss on your cheek. You look and find Balthazar, your angel slash boyfriend. He was looking out the window with a confused look and a tilt of the head.

“Why do you do this? It isn’t entertaining at all.” He said in his accent that made your knees weak. You smile and peck him on the cheek before replying.

“I think it is. It helps me relax, plus, it’s so pretty!” He looks you in the eyes.

“Not as pretty as someone I know.” He states matter of factly. You smirk.

“Oh, really. And who would that be?” He shrugs his shoulders.

“No one you know.” He has his playful smirk. You huff,and roll your eyes, fully knowing he’s just joking. He chuckles and lifts you up and places you on his lap.

“And you are so much more beautiful than even them.” He kisses your temple and sits with you for hours, just like that.
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Tears drip from your cheeks and chin. Why had he been so stupid? Why did he have to die? You remember when you were told.

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“NO! HE CAN’T DIE! HE’S AN ANGEL!” You scream as Dean Winchester holds you back from attacking Castiel, who just told you. Castiel has a pained look on his face, but he deserves so much more than just emotional pain now. You slip out of Dean’s grip and punch Castiel square in the jaw. He doesn’t retaliate, just takes it. You look at your hands and drop to your knees.

“He’s my angel.” You say as you curl into yourself.  Sobs rack your body as you hear the familiar swish of wings, signalling that Castiel has left.
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How you longed for his touch, his kiss. You would have even sold your soul if that would have made a difference. You close your eyes and let sobs bubble out of your chest as you looked to the sky.

“Please, please! Just come back. For me. We can go anywhere you want, do anything, I don’t care. Just please, come home.” You sat there for five minutes, hardly breathing. You slowly sigh and stand to put your mug away.  When you turn around, you drop your mug. You can’t believe your eyes.

“BALTHAZAR!” You sprint into his arms. He catches you, and spins you around. You kiss him, holding his face with both of your hands. You sent all of your grief, pain, and sorrow into that kiss. He sets you down and wipes your tears with his finger.

“Now, all that crying just for little old me?” He smiles a genuine smile. One that you have prayed for since what feels like the beginning of time. You say nothing as you kiss him again, this time sending all the love that you carry in your heart with it. He let his hand travel through your hair as he responds with fervor. His other hand sits on the small of your back. Suddenly he dips you, causing you to squeal slightly. You pull away and look at him. He is here!

“You came for me!” He sets a soft, chaste kiss on your lips.

“I’ll always come when you call.”