Undercover

Request for TheGameIsOn97

"Maybe you could do a Balthazar one where Y/N has to go undercover on a case for Sam and Dean, but she ends up getting separated from them and kidnapped by a demon, or vampire, or whatever monster you wish."

Well, this didn't work out.

You were hunting with Sam and Dean, and they decided that you should go undercover and see what you could find out. You were cute and female and people generally gave you more information than they did the boys. They were hunting a vamp that liked to frequent the local bar between meals, so you were going to go in as a newcomer in town and pretend you were trying to get to know the residents.

You wore tight jeans and a tube top, with high-heeled ankle boots and your hair was pinned out of your face. It was an alluring ensemble and you were showing just enough skin to entice a vamp into a conversation. You sauntered into the bar with a smile on your lips and a swing in your hips, effectively catching the attention of every male patron and bartender. You took a seat at the counter and smiled at one of the only females in the joint.

"Looking for attention?" she asked.

You smiled sweetly and downed the shot she poured you. "Just trying to find a nice man to take me home. My car won't start and I don't wanna walk."

Several men approached you with offers, so you decided to strike a conversation with each of them. All of them were drunks that just wanted to take you home. None of them were the guy you were looking for. You turned them all away with a sigh and took another shot.

"Do I get a turn?" a deep voice asked. You turned to see a tall, dark and handsome man approaching. You plastered on a smile and looked at him.

"Of course you do."

He smirked as he sat beside you, his hand on your thigh. You wanted nothing more than to throw his hand away, but you couldn't until you determined if this was the right guy.

"I bet I could make you happy," he whispered, leaning in close. "I've got a place with some friends. I've got all you need to make the pain go away."

Was he a vampire or a drug-dealer?

"What kind of place?" you asked with feigned interest.

"It's dark and underground. No one knows about it unless they're supposed to. We only travel at night, so this is your only shot."

Bingo.

"Sounds like a good time," you replied. "Can I come?"

He looked up and grinned at you. "It would be my pleasure." He stood and grabbed your arm, leading you out of the bar. Your heart pounded but you continued feigning excitement over this dark man and his mysterious intentions.

Turns out you weren't as good an actress as you liked to believe. Your seductive gestures weren't as convincing as they used to be. The vamp quickly determined that you were a threat, not a new recruit. He tied you to a chair and looked down at you, his second and third in command smirking behind him.

"Who are you with?" the leader asked. "Which hunter?"

"I don't know any hunters," you lied.

He gripped your face hard enough to make you gasp. Vamps were strong. Any more pressure and he could break your jaw. "I'll ask again. Which hunter are you with?" He stared into your eyes before his lit up. "You're the Winchester girl, aren't you?"

The two behind him looked surprised. "The Winchester's pet?"

The leader nodded. "I heard they took on a new hunter but I didn't think they'd be stupid enough to let her hunt on her own. Look at you. You couldn't even take down one vampire!"

He leaned in again, his mouth open and fangs bared. You closed your eyes as his lips brushed against your neck. This was it. So much for being a hunter.

He was suddenly flung across the room. You opened your eyes to see a tall man standing between you and the vamps. No, not a man… an angel. You smiled. Balthazar.

He turned over his shoulder to look at you. "Miss me, darling?"

You grinned as he smote the vamps and untied you. You wrapped your arms around him as he lifted you bridal style. With a flutter of wings you were in the living room of the bunker. He set you on the couch with a smile before sitting beside you.

"How did you know where I was? That I needed help?" you asked.

"I can always sense you," he replied. "And if you think about me loudly enough, it's like a prayer, and I can find you."

"I'm always thinking about you," you noted, snuggling against his chest. "I guess that's a good thing."

He chuckled and held you close. "I certainly don't mind."

"I can't believe she's gone," Sam sighed.

"She's not gone," Dean argued. "She's just missing."

"How did we let her go missing?" the younger asked, trudging through the hall.

"She was undercover," Dean reminded. "She said she could handle it, and we needed her to."

"Balthazar's gonna kill us," Sam reminded.

The older brother groaned. "Don't remind me. I don't need another angel on my ass."

They ceased their commentary when they heard laughter coming from the living room – feminine laughter that sounded remarkably like you. They slowly entered the room to see you and Balthazar lying on the couch, each holding a glass of wine. You were giggling about something that Bal had said, and he was grinning proudly.

"(y/n)?" Dean greeted in surprise. You looked up at the brothers and were about to greet them when Bal stood abruptly, glaring them down.

"Bal-" you were cut off.

"How dare you?!" the angel bellowed. "How dare you leave this girl alone at a bar to be picked up by vampire filth?"

"It wasn't like we just walked away," Dean defended. "We had a plan."

"A stupid plan!" Balthazar argued. "You should have followed her, kept an eye on her. Do you know what they were doing when I showed up? The leader was about to feed on her!"

Sam glanced at you with an apologetic expression, and you nodded to say that it was okay.

"I should smite you right here and now for almost getting her killed," the angel concluded. Dean rolled his eyes and Sam apologized again. You stood beside Bal and held his arm, looking up at him. His expression softened when he felt your contact.

"It's okay," you said. "I'm alive and well, thanks to you. No smiting them, please? I live with them. I'd kind of like them alive."

He sighed dramatically. "Fine. But only for you, darling." He leaned down and kissed your head. Sam smiled at the two of you before dragging Dean away from the room, giving you some privacy. You settled back down on the couch beside Balthazar, snuggling against his chest. With a snap of his fingers, the TV was on and playing your favorite movie. You smiled as he held you close, pressing kissed to your head and face, his arms wrapped securely around you.