The bar was like any other, loud music, louder drunks looking for a quick hookup. I told myself that I was doing this for the greater good, but really, I knew I'd agreed to do this to prove myself as a hunter. I wasn't the typical athletic warrior type, I was softer, larger, all right I was fat. And while Sam and Dean had never made me feel like I was less than they were because of my size, I knew that they wished I could be more than the research assistant. They needed someone who could defend themselves in public, someone they didn't have to babysit.
I hadn't been with them long, maybe six months. They'd saved me from a demon posing as my mother. The details are best kept in the past. Long story short, I was a mess when they found me, and though they had thought about dropping me off at a relative's house, in the end, my knowledge of angels had come into play, and I was drafted to be their 'unofficial librarian/pie baker'. It's not like I had anywhere to go.
And I'd gotten to meet a real live angel, an archangel - Gabriel. The minute I saw him, my mind went to places I never knew existed. It started out innocently, we'd have long conversations while I baked. Then he'd wait until Dean had put dibs on the latest pie I'd finished, before snapping his fingers and disappearing with it, leaving a fuming Winchester behind cursing his name. Hours later, he'd come back, appearing in my room to kiss my forehead and thank me for the dessert. Of course, he'd leave again, telling me to be a good girl.
Then, the daydreams came. Long, involved fantasies where he'd slowly undress me and worship every inch. Sometimes I could swear he was watching me when I'd think about him, but when I glanced up, he'd be focused on something else. Last night, Dean had asked if I'd wanted to go on my first hunt - nothing too dangerous, more like a fact finding mission at the local bar. Supposedly a vampire was luring women to their doom, or something. I didn't think a vampire would find a fat girl delicious, but hey, if the boys thought I could help out by being bait - not that they put it that way, of course. They were really supportive of me going out and being part of the team.
Gabriel however, had not been. He'd frowned when he came to visit, and asked why I was dressed up. Smiling I'd told him of the plan and he shook his head.
"No. You are not doing that."
"Excuse me?" I couldn't believe he'd try and stop me from being useful.
"It's too dangerous, you could get yourself killed. Or someone else. It's not a good idea." He turned to the boys. "Which one of you losers came up with this idea?"
Dean glared at the archangel, "She offered to help, what's your deal? It's not like we won't be nearby."
"What, to watch her get sucked like a juice box?" He turned to me, eyes pleading. "You aren't made for this, don't go."
A flash of irritation came over me then and I snapped. "What, the fat girl is too big and stupid to help out on a hunt? I think you should leave."
"I didn't -"
"Now. Don't bother coming back until you appreciate me more." With an angry snap of his fingers, he'd gone. With an angrier snap of my purse's clasp, I told Dean to drive me to the damned bar so I could hook me a vampire. Now they were out in the parking lot, waiting for me to find the blood sucker, and lure him outside to be decapitated. Hopefully this wouldn't take long.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him watching me. The little shit. Like I wouldn't recognize him glaring at me. It would almost be funny if it weren't for the fact that I was furious with him. How dare he insinuate that I couldn't be just as important as anyone else fighting evil? Why was he judging me like he didn't care if it hurt my feelings. I decided to stare back at him for a moment, and my smile froze upon my face. The look he was giving me was not the silly, baking partner look of humor, but a hard, intense stare of disapproval. I'll admit it, my panties got a little wet. Biology's a bitch.
To pass the time, I focused on Gabriel, glaring at me like I was a wayward child. I hated to admit it, but he looked kind of hot, staring like he wanted to punish me. I closed my eyes for a moment, pretending that the bar was empty, except for myself and my whiskey eyed angel. He'd move slowly towards me, like a panther, blocking my escape. My hands would pull at his hair as he gripped my hips, urging my body closer to his. His lips would find the pulse point in my throat, licking and biting gently. Long fingers would find their way under my skirt, lightly skimming the edge of my underwear before pushing the fabric aside to plunge into my wet core. He'd be gentle at first, casually moving his fingers in and out of my willing body. Then he'd replace his fingers with something bigger, and faster. A moan escaped my throat, and suddenly, a dark haired man was next to me, smiling.
"Hello, my dear, are you here alone?" At my still lust filled nod, he sat next to me. "I'm Elijah, and you are?"
"Not interested," Gabriel said harshly, pulling me to my feet. A snap of his fingers and Elijah was gone.
"What the hell did you just do?" I snarled, pulling away from his touch.
"I snapped him over to Dumb and Dumber - they can kill him, and you - you will go home."
"I will not, how dare you come in and ruin my first real hunt. I could have lured him outside." Tears flooded my vision, and I backed away. "I really think I hate you right now."
