Uh, hi... so I'm new to fanfic so I'm still trying to figure out the formatting for posting stories and all so sorry if something it off. Anyways, I'm doing one-shots/reader insert stuff for anything Supernatural, Doctor Who and Sherlock. You can either PM me a request or just write a review. Either one works. Here's the requirements for requests:

-Character(s)

-Reader insert or one-shot?

-What do you want me to write? Fluff, angst, ect... (I'll do smut if asked but I'm not great at writing it... Just letting you know... xD)

And that's pretty much it for now xP

~Kidlatmc

Show: Supernatural

Reader's Insert: Y/N=Your Name

Character: Balthazar

Warnings: Swearing and some violence I guess...

"Requesting Balthazar..."

You really weren't in the mood to pray to Balthazar since the two of you didn't really get along but you had to call him. You had a thing for him but kept it to yourself. He was an angel and you were human. That would never happen. That's why you and him never got along since you would push him away, pretending to hate him. Fighting a demon by yourself was a huge task but fighting 10 of them... That wasn't really a good idea. You had no idea what the hell you were thinking when you went into the abandon barn only expecting one demon, just to be ambushed by 10 more demons, all chasing after you. You quickly pulled out your pistol and started to shoot them but it was no use. Running away wasn't the problem, fighting the demons were, you were running out of holy water, plus you couldn't just draw a devil's trap at the moment, so you ran out of the barn and into the forest right next to it. Bad idea. You couldn't see anything clearly without your flashlight and the only light was coming from the moon and it was mostly blocked by all the trees. Then you realized that one of the demons managed to cut you on your side, a long wide gash was bleeding rapidly. You didn't stop to think about it so there you were, running blindly through the woods, having nothing to defend yourself with. Damn it. I have to call Balthazar. Can't wait seeing that bastard again... "Hey, Balthazar?" You ask to thin air, glancing behind you, still seeing the demons coming after you. "I know we aren't on good terms at the moment but could you maybe flash over here and gank these demons for me? Please? I can't run forever... Requesting Balthazar..."

After a moment of waiting, stilling running, nothing happened. Ah, that son of a bitch. I knew I couldn't trust him. You were starting to lag, your stamina wearing thin. Your breathing was heavy and raspy. The wound on your side was hurting like hell but you kept running, or tried to at least. The demons were still going at it, darting through the trees, getting closer towards you. Finally, you couldn't take it anymore, you tripped and collapsed onto the ground, clutching your bleeding side. Your shirt was stained with your sticky, warm, wet blood, making you feel sick. You closed your eyes, wondering if this is when you're going to die. By the hands of demons. I better go to heaven, if I die right now. You think to yourself, bracing yourself for the attack. But it didn't come. Instead you heard the flapping of wings and you opened your eyes to the sight of the demons being killed by the one and only Balthazar. You watch helplessly, the demons screaming in pain as Balthazar killed them one by one. Once all the demons were dead, Balthazar jogged up to you, kneeling down to examine your wound. "I- I thought you weren't coming." You managed to say, the pain in your side making it unbearable to even move the slightest.

"Well, I did Y/N." Balthazar said with that smooth British ascent of his. He offered his hand to help you sit up.

"Ow, ow, ow." You rolled up your shirt a bit to see the gash. It was still bleeding at a steady rate, some of the blood was already dry on your shirt but you wiped away some of the blood around the wound with your hands, staining them red as well.

"I can help you with that..." Balthazar said, extending his hand towards the wound, his hand glowing bright yellow light. His hand hovered over your cut, the light energy flowing onto your body. It felt warm, and comforting. After a moment the gash was fully healed. "You know you were pretty stupid going into the bar all alone like that Y/N..."

You let out a sigh, relieved. "Thanks Balthy." You've given that nickname to him, the moment you met him, always switching it out for his real name.

Balthazar just grinned and shook his head. "You're very welcome Y/N." He looked at you with with his striking brown eyes and you noticed that there was something in them... Affection? Love? That's not possible, angels aren't suppose to feel... Your heart started to beat faster as he came closer, making you look away. He tilts your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes. You couldn't bear the tension any longer so you grabbed his jacket, pulling him towards you, closing the space between you and him. Crashing your lips onto his, you felt a spark. You wrapped your hands around his neck, ultimately deepening the kiss. After a moment, you pulled away, resting your head on his shoulder, content. "I thought we weren't on good terms." Balthazar said, chuckling, fingering your messy hair.

"We weren't. But now we are." You state, finally expressing how you really felt about him. "I-I love you."

"And how long have you been loving me?" He teased, a grin on his face.

"Ever since I met you." You respond, sitting back up, letting go of Balthazar.

He closed his eyes as if he was receiving a message and opened them back up. "I'm sorry darling." He says in a pained tone. "I must go. Call me and I'll come kay?" You nod, and he give you one more short kiss and vanishes at the sound of his wings.