Author's Note: I do not in any way, shape, or form lay any claim to the ownership of anything that is related to the TV show, Supernatural. I only claim my character that was created based off of this series, Azriel. Please do not steal her, or any of my work from me. All original Supernatural ownership goes to the wonderful creator, Eric Kripke. This fanfiction has been rated M due to violence, language, nudity, and sexual content. Reviews/critiques are welcomed, but remember this is my first fanfiction; so do not crucify me. Enjoy!

A favor is asked...

"I'm going to jump into the shower. Then we can go grab something to eat." Sam grabbed his small bag that held everything he would need for the shower and left his brother and Cas sitting in front of the television. The angel, who was spending more and more time on Earth, was asking about various things that he would see on the screen. While Sam's older brother, Dean, patiently sat there and answered everything he could. It was strange to see his brother doing that with the guy. Even though he remembered doing the same thing Cas was doing when he was kid.

He closed the door behind himself and reached past the shower curtain to turn the water on. Adjusting the knobs to the right places, Sam turned away and began to undress. Leaving the shower curtain pulled closed since he was going to jump in within a moment anyways. After stripping down to nothing, setting his body wash and hair stuff on the tub's ledge, Sam made sure he had a dry towel and then pulled the shower curtain back. The large male nearly jumped onto the counter, and was thankfully, able to suppress the yell that wanted to come from his lips. "Hello Sam. I need to talk to you." Sam let out a large sigh and ran a hand through his hair; forgetting for the moment that he was totally naked and pressed up against the bathroom counter.

"Azriel, you nearly scared me to death. What is with you angels and just popping in like that?" Sam shook his head and looked away, trying to get his heart to slow down. The woman known as Azriel moved her eyes to the side as she thought about the question, but was unsure of how to answer it. She had done it because she did not want Castiel and Dean to know she was there; at least not yet. "Please enter and continue with...whatever it is you were about to do."

Sam shot his eyes to the shower and finally noticed that Azriel was standing in it, practically leaning against the other wall away from the water, and oh yeah! She was completely naked. Once this dawned on him, Sam also took into account that he too was naked and quickly snatched up the towel, holding it in front of himself. "Uh...are you going to be in there with me? Naked?" The angel looked down at her nude form and then raised her green eyes back up to him. Her expression was much like Castiel's, except it was a bit more blank. Though Sam thought he had seen a flash of amusement move across her eyes. "You are bathing, correct? Is one generally not nude when doing such a task?" Now Azriel's brows furrowed and she tilted her head to the side. The sight of her like that made Sam's heart race once again, though he told himself it was just an aftershock of her freaking him out.

It took a few moments of them just standing there, staring at each other, till Sam realized that Azriel was serious about wanting to talk to him. And it seemed that she was not going to leave the shower till their conversation was finished. So Sam stepped in front of her, making sure his back was to her when he tossed the towel to the floor, and then pulled the curtain closed.

To say it was awkward to be standing in a shower with a naked archangel, would have to be an understatement. And Sam was wondering how he had gotten himself into such a situation. "I apologize for doing this, but I did not want Castiel or Dean to know I was here. Not till after I had a chance to speak with you." Sam shot a glance over his shoulder to Azriel, who was looking over at the tiled walls of the shower; one of her fingers running over the smooth surface. He bent his head down and shoved it under the water. Feeling the hot liquid run down his head, over his shoulders, and finally down his back. His large form leaning forward a bit more so that more of the hot spray could hit his back. His muscles relaxing with each passing second. He reached for his shampoo and squeezed a bit into his hand; lifting his head from the water and working the stuff into it. "And why is that?"

"I have a favor to ask you, Sam Winchester. I need your assistance with a hunt." Now hearing the archangel Azriel ask for his help was a real shock. So much so, that he pushed aside his nervousness and turned around completely to face her. But when he met her eyes, he saw that she was blank. And if his instincts were right, it was because she was hiding from him. Probably hiding the fact that she, a powerful archangel, was having to ask the help of a mortal with something. Sam leaned his head back and washed all of the soap suds from it; running his hands through the strands to get any excess water out of them before he finally answered her. "What about Dean and Castiel?"

He moved to the side a bit, adjusting the shower-head so the water was hitting the wall while he washed his body. Azriel looked to the water and held her hand out to it, amazed to find it so hot. "They will stay here. Having them along will only make things more difficult." She lifted her other hand and now had both of them under the water. Sam watched her for a moment and then lifted his hand to the nozzle, moving it so the water shot over his shoulder and against her body. The suddenness of his movements made her jump slightly. The reaction making him smile as he continued to wash himself. "Alright, I'll help you out. When do we leave?"

"As soon as you are ready." Azriel smiled at Sam and looked into his eyes for a moment. Their gazes holding, his hands slowly stopping over his chest as he stood there. The stillness of his hands made her eyes drop down to them and she tilted her head to the side. Honestly, that seemed to be something that all angels did; archangel or not. "What is that you are spreading all over yourself?" He looked down to his hands, an eyebrow raising.

"Its soap. We use it to wash ourselves; get rid of the dirt and help us smell good." Sam didn't move as Azriel's eyes moved from his hands to his chest. Those green orbs boring straight into him, making him a little uncomfortable, though a part of him did not mind the attention. Out of nowhere, she leaned forward, her head going under the spray of water, and let her nose sit a mere inch from his skin. He could hear her draw in a deep breathe and hold it for a moment. Lifting her gaze to him, her face at level with his diaphragm, Sam had to swallow past a lump at the sight in front of him. Azriel bent at the waist, the water hitting her lower back to run down her hips and legs, and her hands held up toward her chest. If she would just drop down a bit more... oh no! He was not going to go there! Especially not with an archangel! And as if she could sense his thinking pattern, she raised upward and turned her back to him. Her hand moving over her shoulder so that the nozzle was pushed down and hitting his back. Having used what was something like telekinesis to move the thing.

Having a feeling that it would be best if he hurried up, Sam quickly finished scrubbing himself down and rinsed off. His eyes darting to the back of the archangel every now and then. Watching as her hands lifted up to rid her hair of the water that had collected in it. Shoving his head under the spray once more just to make sure it was completely free of shampoo, Sam turned off the water and pulled back the curtain just as Azriel shook her head from side to side. Causing her shoulder length black hair to become loose. "Are you finished?" She kept her eyes adverted as she spoke to him. Making him quickly wrap the towel around himself as he nodded. With the blink of an eye she was gone, and a shout from the room reached his ears. "Azriel! What the hell?! Why are you naked and wet?"

Sam fastened the towel around his waist and pulled the door open. His eyes taking in the scene that he had walked into. Azriel stood in the middle of the room, naked and wet. Castiel had his eyes pointed toward the ceiling, and Dean had his hand over his own eyes. Though Sam had a feeling that Dean was peeking through his fingers. Both of them were on their feet, having obviously jumped to them the moment she had appeared. Letting loose another sigh, Sam snagged the other towel from the bathroom and came up behind Azriel. He slipped his hands under her arms and wrapped the towel around her torso, telling her to hold it closed and in place; which she did without question. "Apologies. I am here to inform you that I shall be taking Sam for a few days. He has agreed to help me with a hunt." The news made both of them look at her and then focus on the large male next to her. Castiel let his eyes go back to Azriel, but Dean just looked from Sam to her, and then back to Sam again. But before Dean could ask anything, the archangel turned to Sam and let him know she would return shortly after she had put some clothes on. Once she was gone though, two pairs of questioning eyes shot right to him.

"Dude!"
"Shut up, Dean. She was in the shower when I got in." Sam lifted his hands as a sign to let it go and grabbed some clothes to change into. Disappearing into the bathroom, he let the towel fall and quickly threw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and then a button-up one over the other; the long sleeves on it rolled up. He draped the towel over the bar that it had been on before and walked out to his brother sitting on the bed and Castiel still standing in the same spot. "So you went in to take a shower, found a naked Azriel, and then just agreed to go on a hunt with her?" Sam pulled on his shoes and just nodded at Dean's words; wondering what he should take along with him. Azriel had not told him where they were going, or even what they would be hunting, so he was totally at a loss. Though she had said they would be gone a few days, so he got up and began to pack his bag with clothes. Ignoring his brother that was staring at him as though he had just gone all dark side on him and had sprouted horns out of the top of his head.

"She kissed you. That's why you said yes. Sammy was kissed by the archangel...again. Well at least it is a step up from that demon bitch; a major step up." Dean jumped up from the bed and chuckled, his head shaking from side to side. Apparently Sam would never live down having slept with Ruby, but did he really deserve to be left alone about the whole thing? He had been so hurt and blind back then. And like some sobbing teenager, he had fallen into the arms of the first person that had showed him any sort of sympathy. Unfortunately that person had been a demon named Ruby, who turned out to be a total bitch.

"She didn't kiss me, Dean. She just asked me to help her and I said I would. Now drop it, alright." Dean held up his hands as a sign that there was no need for Sam to get all offensive. Which only caused the larger male to sigh in exasperation and finish packing up a few things. Thankfully Azriel decided to return at that moment, her back to Dean and Castiel. She held out an object wrapped in a dark cloth. "This is for you, Sam. It will help, in case you need to defend yourself. You will need nothing else." Sam took whatever it was and just shoved the thing into his bag. His mood had dropped since Azriel had left. And though it seemed to pick up a bit the moment he looked at her, he was still agitated, all in thanks to his brother. Azriel's head tilted to the side as Sam avoided her gaze and she seemed to sense that something was wrong with him. Instantly she turned to both men, making them both straighten; becoming frozen in place. She did not say anything to them, merely stared at them.

Dean was the first to break the silence. Clearing his throat to gain some composure before going up against an archangel. "So you just going to drop in and take Sammy away? What about us?" He motioned to himself and Cas, whom Azriel just glanced at. She returned her green gaze to Dean and spoke. "You two will stay here. Go on a hunt if one arises, but you are not to seek out Sam and myself. That is an order, Castiel." There was power behind her words as she said the last bit; a hand lifting to point at the angel. He did not say anything, only turned his blue eyes down to the floor as a show of submission. A gesture which pulled a grimace from Dean, who was unhappy about her giving orders to his angel. Apparently he was the only one who could do it, but Sam really wanted to see his brother tell her that. She turned away from them and stopped right in front of Sam. Her eyes asked him if he was ready to go and he nodded. She wrapped an arm around his waist, while the other dropped down to his hip. Her hand slipped into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Azriel tossed the device to the bed and then they were both gone in the blink of an eye. Dean growled in anger and Castiel continued to stand there with his eyes on the floor.

"I am seriously going to kick her ass one of these days. And what's with the obedience, Cas? You are going to find Sammy right now for me."
"I can't Dean."
"What do you mean?" Dean stepped right up into Cas' face; his eyes filled with anger. It pained Cas to see Dean that way, but there was nothing he could do. Azriel had given him a direct order, one that he had to follow. Though she was still gaining her powers back, what little she did have made her more powerful than himself. Not that he would ever tell Dean that. He liked the fact that his hunter thought he was the most powerful angel in the entire universe. When he saw such things in Dean's eyes, something in Cas warmed and grew to fill him up inside. Though he could not explain it, he knew that he liked it and so he did not answer Dean. He merely moved his eyes away from the other and listened as his hunter sighed heavily and plop back down onto the bed. His face dropped into his hands, elbows propped up on his knees. It did not take long for Dean to calm down and look up, his eyes focusing on the television that was in front of him. The one that him and Cas had been watching before their interruption. "Well, might as well go get something to eat. Maybe we'll go to the bar later on too."

Castiel smiled as Dean got up, slipped his jacket on, and snagged the keys to his baby from the table. Holding the door open so Castiel could walk out before him. Dean just hoped that Sam would be alright. Just because he was with an archangel, did not mean that Dean was not going to be worried. Especially since he did not fully trust the damned woman; angel or no angel.

End Note: I hope you all enjoyed that little bit! Please send any questions you all may have, since I understand I am sort of just throwing Azriel at you all. Do not fear though! I shall be diving a bit more into who Azriel is as time goes on; as well as working on a story that explains how she ended up with the Winchesters and their angel.

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