Who Knew He Had a Kid? : SPN x Reader Chapter 1

You and the boys burst through the doors of the stingy motel, Dean immediately collapsing on the bed in pain while Sam just stands by the door staring at you.

“Humpty Dumpty, come here, I need to patch you up.” You called, beckoning him with a slender finger as you grabbed the first-aid kit and started setting up the dinning table with supplies. Dean gave you a once over before hobbling over, clutching his injured side.

This all started when you and the boys at the site of the abandoned house to take care of a Succubus who was seducing males throughout the town before killing them while they were stuck in their amorous fantasies of ecstasy. She went after Dean of course, him being the womanizer of the group, so they had used him as bait to put her in a trap, she was after all a demon. But the plan went wrong, knowing that they were after her; she attacked Dean, tearing him up pretty bad before you tackled her to the floor until Sam could put her under the trap. Then she saw you there, and you knew who she was, knew that she was able to recognize you too.

You knew you were in some deep shit with a hell of a lot of explaining to do.

Her eyes had locked with yours and she immediately bowed her head, avoiding your eyes as she began to talk straight to the brothers, ignoring Castiel. “How ironic is this? To find the little princess here, of all places, with Winchesters?” Sam’s head shot towards the direction of you, I mean no shit you were the only girl in the group, in shock as you knelt down to where Dean was. The succubus began to speak again, this time she wearily addressed you with her head bowed in your direction out of what the brothers recognized to be respect. “Princess, your father looks for you. He’s been very worried over why you haven’t been to see him since the cage has been broken. It’s been ages since I last saw you, you know. Are you still almost as illustrious as your father, My Lady?”

The boys were now looking at you with a sense of betrayal now, so you looked to Castiel knowing he’s known your secret from the beginning. “Castiel, please.”

“y/n, I think its best if you get Dean patched up-“

“No, I suppose you are more beautiful.” She chuckled lightly.

You slowly rose over Dean’s form to walk to Castiel and said in Enochian, “She can’t live. If she makes it back to hell she’ll tell the others, and Father will surely double the efforts to find me, you can bet on it.”

Castiel nodded once, “Yes, I see the predicament, take them to the motel to explain to them, I believe it’s time they know exactly who you are. I’ll handle her and meet up with you there.”

With the help of Sam, you carried Dean to the Impala and Sam drove back to the motel. “Y/n, what was she saying?” Sammy asked.

You gave off a long and tired sigh, “Please, I’ll explain in the motel, if you’ll give me the chance. Then, whether or not you want to end me after what I have to say is entirely up to you.” You looked down, defeated.

Dean tensed at your words, his bloodied form showed slight hurt. They both believed you to be human. You passed all the tests and became apart of their family, but now, you knew they wouldn’t trust you.

Back at the motel you were in the middle of patching Dean up when Sam asked the million dollar question, “y/n, what are you?”

You gave a sigh and momentarily stopped your hands from wrapping gauze around his torso to lay your hands on the wound and healing them in a way like Castiel did. “Well for starters my real name is Azerxi and Sam, you won’t ever see it in research. The religious community doesn’t want anything to do with me, for sure, only the Vatican actually knows of my existence but they won’t acknowledge it.” She looked up as if to think of something, “Oh, and this old beggar I met in Jerusalem, he was sweet. However, even though on Earth I don’t really exist, to Heaven and Hell though….. I’m a huge player in a game. I’m an insult to God, so most Holy beings, they want me dead, because God isn't the one who created me,but I’m almost up to par with my father himself.”

Dean looked at you with weariness, “Y/n- I mean Azerxi, who is your father?” Sam was looking at you nervously; you were dangerous, after all.

You smiled in sadness, “I know you boys are smart enough to figure it out.”

In that moment, Castiel appeared with the slight sound of flapping wings and he stood right next to you to give you a light hug. “Have you at least told them your name?” You nodded, “Good, it’s harder trying to call you something else. Plus, I like your name, Azerxi.” He stated, nuzzling the nook of your neck.

Dean was looking between you and Castiel with slight anger and what she noted was jealously. Sam on the other hand had taken to sitting on one of the creaky beds looking deep in thought. She put her hand on the back of Castiel’s neck and wrapped her other arm around his middle and pulled him closer for comfort, it looked kind of ridiculous since he was a great deal taller than her.

“Been let out of the cage…” Sam muttered, and then widened his eyes staring at you and Cas, “Are you fucking serious, y/n?” You gripped onto Castiel tighter. “Lucifer?!?!? Why didn’t you tell us?”

Dean’s eyes were the size of saucers. “Listen, if you want to kill me, I understand, I’ll even let you do it, but-“

“I will not let you kill her.” Castiel interrupted fiercely. He was glaring down the brothers so much so that they could almost feel it in the air.

Sam put his hands up in surrender, “Listen Cas, we wont hurt her. But Azerxi, are you still the same person that we know? Or was it all a made up personality to, for some reason, be with us? Are you Nephilim?”

You moved away from Cast to stand in front of Sam and reached your hand up to touch his cheek. He scrunched his face, unused to the action from you, “Sammy, what I was showing you was a part of my personality, but it was real and if you boys let me, I could be myself more. You understand why I couldn’t just be me, you would’ve automatically hated me for what I was before you would’ve even let me show you who I was. And no, I’m not Nephilim, I’m an angel, technically.” And it was true, if you hadn’t have kept the truth from them they would’ve shot first, questions later. Sam knew this and felt he had nothing to say to that.

Dean got up now that he was healed and slightly over the shock and eyed Castiel a bit before glancing back at you, “So like other angels, you have wings?”

At this you beamed and practically pranced over to where Dean was by the table, “Of course, they aren’t even singed like that of a fallen angel, Father, my father of course, even made sure they wouldn’t be. I am very proud of them.”

“As you should be, they’re very beautiful, Azerxi.” Castiel stated.

“Thank you,” you said, throwing him a dazzling smile.

Dean looked over your shoulder, “May we see them?”

Your smile fell and you scrambled on the bed until your back hit the back board, then brought your knees to your chest and locked your arms around them in a protective posture. “No.”

Sam, ever the sweet one, sat on the edge of the bed and asked softly, “Why not?”

Castiel sighed, “Sam, Dean… Angels only show their wings when they mean to intimidate or when they are courting someone. To see our wings is not something to take lightly, though we don’t mind others seeing their shadow.”

Dean folded his arms and looked at Cas suspiciously, “So then how do you know what her wings look like? And Azerxi, what ever your name is, we don’t won’t force you to see your wings, relax.”

You stuck out your tongue and slowly unfurled yourself into a natural sitting position. “Cas knows what my wings look like because he was trying to follow me so I flew away. When he showed up, I pounced on him and he threw me off. I saw he was an angel and I thought he was one of the ones who were trying to kill me so I showed him my wings in a threat posture. I didn’t attack him because he showed submissive behavior through his wings in response. I recognized his wings from when we were little, and he explained that I needed to join the team to help protect you boys. We’ve been close since.” She paused for a moment thinking, not noticing the almost relieved look that Dean had, Sam just waited patiently. Then, as if a sudden thought occurred to her, she snapped her head to Castiel, eyes bright with excitement. “Castiel, do you think now that they know I’m an angel, do you think… that maybe… we could go flying? You know, with Dean… and Sammy too?”

Sam rubbed the back of his neck and coughed to get your attention, “Ugh, Azerxi, maybe we should talk about this later, right now, I think it would be important as to know why the succubus knew who you were.”

You blinked twice, “Well that’s easy, she’s old enough to know who I am.”

“And what does that mean?” Dean asked impatiently.

“It means exactly how it sounds. I was raised in hell by my Father until I could protect myself on my own, because I was raised there, Father would show me off. Make me into a little Princess of Hell so to speak. Only the older creatures know me because I visit Earth often, I lay low here. I try not to get noticed much to attract wrathful angels, and I just don’t have the time of day for younger demons, they aren’t in my league, hence why they don’t ‘know me’” You said with a sigh. “See no big deal, her name was Nikonea, she’s Acadian old. She used to dote on me when I was younger, always trying to seduce Dad into getting in his favor. She would’ve told him where I was and I don’t feel like seeing him.”

“Damn you’re old.” Dean said.

“And to me, you’re a baby.” You stated, making him smile. You looked at the boys in a nervous smile. “So… are we good? For now at least?”

Sam and Dean shared a look before turning back to you, “Yeah, Azerxi, we’re good.”

“Thank you,” You said, flashing a dazzling smile. “I guess I’ll find some place to sleep then. Castiel, I think I’ll just stick to tradition and share a bunk with one of the boys.” Castiel went to where you sat to gently pick you up to give you a close hug.

After a moment he pulled away but with hand still in yours, “Then I shall see you tomorrow. And with that he vanished. Both boys gave you confused looks for the behavior between you and Cas, but otherwise said nothing.

“Alright,” Sam chimed in, “So I’m assuming that since this bed doesn’t have a futon and that last time you shared with Dean, is it me and you sharing tonight?”

“Yeah… If that’s ok with you?” You asked, messing with the hem of your shirt.

“Of course.” He assured.

Dean got off the bed with a groan, “Well I don’t know about you kids, but I feel gross with all the nasty dried blood and shit, so I’m gonna take a quick shower. You guys go ahead and get some sleep.” With another sigh he added, “It’s been a long and revealing day.”

“And I’ll tell you more as we go on, promise.” He just nodded at your reply, grabbed some clothes from the bag and disappeared into the small motel bathroom.

“I’ll turn around and give you privacy to change.”

A feminine giggle filled the room, “Where’s the fun in that? Now that you know I’ve got some angel mojo I can just do this.” And with a click of her fingers she was in her sleeping attire which consisted of (f/c) sleeping shorts and oversized t-shirt which suspiciously looked like it belonged to one of the brothers. “Ta-da!” You swirled and bowed for affect. “Want me to mojo you into your pj’s too?” You suggested with a waggle of your eyebrows.

Sam barked out laughter, “No Azerxi, I’m fine.” You just shrugged before jumping on the bed lightly and snuggled under the covers, making sure you left enough room for Sam so his big-ass frame could fit. He looked up as if suddenly pondering a thought. “Hey, uh Azerxi… I thought angels didn’t sleep.”

“We don’t have to, but I sure as hell love it.” You said and with that, he climbed in bed and you both got comfortable positioning yourselves back to back. With that it was lights out for the two of you.