Wiener Hut
Samandriel / Winchester OC
"So, this is the last place it could be."
She glanced up from her cellular device, a curious expression on her face. I felt my lips curl into a frown as I noticed her clear disinterest in my situation. Ingredients were strewn about the cold metal counter and my fingers felt particularly warm and sticky. I attempted to show my feelings of discomfort; however, it only brought a teasing smirk to her lips.
"You told me you would help." I whined. Whined? I never whined. I am Samandriel, angel of the Lord. How did I manage to fall into this situation?
Some time this morning, I had lost my vessel's nametag proving my employment at this Weiner Hut establishment. I had looked everywhere I could possibly think for it to be, trailing my morning activities back to when I was asked by the chef to stir an ungodly meat concoction. I thrust my hands into the goopy mixture, remembering vaguely that the mixture was being cooked to create the menu favorite 'Chili Dogs'. Alfred's manager assured me the nametag was absolutely necessary if I were to continue to work in the food service industry. I am still unsure what exact services I was providing, but this seemed like something I needed in order to mask my supernatural agendas.
I had asked the young Winchester woman to aid me in my search, but all she had succeeded in doing for the last three hours was embarrass me.
A pair of extra hands brushed against mine in the vat and my eyes swiftly flitted towards the empty chair in the corner, and then to the woman beside me. Her shirtsleeves were rolled to the elbow and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, a common mark of concentration.
She caught me staring, which should have been enough of an incentive to look away, but I didn't. My brother Castiel mentioned something about the entrancement I felt when speaking with her. I couldn't seem to remember what he called it, but I still thoroughly disagreed with the idea that my feelings towards this human could be summed up in a measly word.
Wait, was she leaning in? A fire erupted beneath my skin. Every molecule shook as my eyes gradually crossed to follow hers. The fire removed all the moisture from my throat and air from my lungs. At the last moment, I squeezed my eyes shut tight.
Nimble fingers prodded at the area right above my thrashing heart. Then came the sound of footsteps and an unbelievably tender giggle. I believe this was what Castiel called disappointment. My body spun so quickly at the jangle of the doorknob, my head swum with confusion and nausea. In front of me stood that celestial woman, arms scrubbing themselves of the left behind chunky residue with a tatty cloth. She appeared satisfied with herself, especially after taking a glimpse of me. I looked down to find the revolting piece of plastic strapped securely to my polo chest-pocket.
Once again, a frown graced my lips. Why did she always do this? I did not appreciate being teased. Her finger swiped at the tag, transferring the lingering substance from the plastic to her lips. She deftly licked the digit clean. My frown only deepened.
"You're welcome!" She sung. And with a wink, she was gone. My thoughts were ablaze with her even in her absence. My heart was still pounding and my breaths were still patchy and-
A nearby light bulb shattered from above as I felt my power buzzing around me. Worst of all, I could hear her distinct cackle from outside the door. A groan ripped from my throat before I fell to the floor to collect myself. And they said humans would be the least of our worries.