Title: Love drowns you in tears and it sets your heart on fire

Author: Me

Langage: English

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Original Angel Female Character, Abaddon, Metatron, Original Male God Character, Original Nephilim Female Character

Relationships: OC/Dean Winchester, OC/OC male God character

Genres: Drama, Romance

Warnings: Abuse, Violence, Vulgar Language, Sex, Suicide Attempt, Cheating, Alcohol, Striptease

Summary: What if Dean had found love? Pure, true love with an L. What if in fact it was an angel who had captured his heart? Heaven and Hell will get in their way. Will they be able to live their love?

Words: 3184k

Chapter 1

The hunter was sitting on a filthy bed in an equally shabby motel room in some remote corner of Ohio in the United States. His laptop was connected to the establishment's wireless network. Research pages were scattered in front of him pertaining to the case he was dealing with. On the computer screen, there was also a map. Dots were marked on it representing the murders that had taken place in town. All of this made no sense. There was no connection between the murders, the places where the victims were found and the supernatural creatures that Dean Winchester had in mind that could have caused this massacre.

All this gave him an intense headache that lacerated behind his right eye. He felt like his head was going to explode.

He needed a drink.

Not having had time to change his FBI special agent clothes, Dean got up from the bed, not even bothering to put the documents away. He took a nice shower and left a note for his brother saying he had gone to the nearest bar. He then took the keys of the Impala and headed outside.

The young man settled inside the car, put the keys in the ignition then took the road to the nearest bar. Dean drove for a few minutes and arrived in the parking lot. He turned off the engine, got out of the vehicle and walked towards the establishment.

The dark blond man pushed open the door of the bar, slipped inside and took the stool farthest from the counter held by the bartender so as not to be disturbed. The latter gave him a glass of beer he had ordered, and he took a sip while looking at the map he had downloaded on his cell phone, trying again to decode the mess. He sighed and tucked his phone into a pocket of his black vest, again taking a sip from his drink.

Dean looked up around him. It was then that his eyes fell on a young woman in her late thirties sitting on a stool at the other end of the bar. Her skin was pale and slightly reddened. Her face was thin and elongated. Her long eyelashes fell and curled to reveal jade-colored eyes. She wore a long-sleeved black dress that reached above her knees, high heels of the same color and her legs were bare. Her long curly black hair fell to her mid back.

Dean couldn't help but stare. How attractive she was! He ran his tongue over his lips to moisten them, imagining all sorts of things he would like to do with her.

Ahem… A little composure, Dean!

There was no point in approaching women like big dogs in heat. They might reject him. No, better play it smart. He would offer her a drink and gently talk to her. He only wanted to get to know people and then more if ever things went well.

Dean waved at the bartender.

''You see that woman at the other end of the bar?''

''Yes,'' he answered.

''I offer her the drink she is going to order.''

After saying those words, out of sheer coincidence, she ordered a glass of beer. The bartender gave it to her, and told her that it the man at the other end of the bar who offered it to her. She looked around the room, looking for the person buying her a drink and met Dean's gaze. The woman gave him a slight smile and took a sip from her glass.

Dean told himself that this was his chance. He took his belongings and moved closer to her to take a seat at her side.

''May I sit here?'' he asked.

''Yes.''

Dean didn't need to be asked twice and took his place next to the beautiful young woman and introduced himself to her.

''My name is Dean.''

''And I, Phaliel.''

Her name tickled his ears. It sounded awfully angelic. He'd be screwed if he found himself face to face with an angel.

''What's the origin?''

''It's angelic. It means angel of generosity.''

Oh, shit, another angel. If she hadn't been such an attractive woman, he would have showed her his love for angels. She was lucky to be so easy on the eyes.

''I suspected that,'' he said, taking a sip of his drink.

''Dean? Dean Winchester? Like the hunter of the supernatural?''

Holy shit... Couldn't anyone not know him on this planet earth? Well, with the apocalypse that he and his brother had started and stopped, it was only right that people in the domain knew about them. He decided to give Phaliel a little chance, seeing that she was quite adorable and that she seemed to have something in her head, not like all those girls who threw themselves at him as soon as he was put on his charm for them. It was more fun, let's say.

''I am this Dean.''

''Why are you here?'' she asked.

''An investigation that gives me a lot of trouble,'' Dean replied simply. ''And meet great people.''

As they talked, they downed their drinks and ordered more. Luckily for the angel, she couldn't be drunk. Whereas Dean could be. He was counting on having a few drinks and having the woman in his bed, seeing that she too couldn't help but devour him with her gaze.

''You know, you should never hesitate to ask for help if needed,'' she said, placing a hand that was meant to be warm and comforting on his.

The woman had lingered on his sentence about having troubles concerning his case, and Dean was perplexed. He didn't think she would have done it. She left him speechless following her words and the touch of her hand on his. He did not remove it, appreciating this gentle gesture.

''Great encounters, you said?''

Phaliel was an angel! A perfect little soldier of the Lord, dammit! He couldn't help but say to himself to hell with Heaven and their rules. It was an opportunity to come face to face with a woman who had such an effect on him.

''Like you, by the way.''

He gave a slight, seductive smile, his pupils dilating and his eyes displaying a certain glow calling for the pleasures of the flesh.

The angel avoided his gaze, trying to focus it elsewhere, anywhere but on him. Dean noticed and took a sip of his drink while stifling a slight laugh. If it continued like this, he would eventually finish his fourth drink. He wondered why she reacted this way. No, well, he suspected it. Many women were attracted to him. This would not be new with Phaliel.

''You know, we have passed the presentation stage.''

''Indeed,'' she replied, a slight smile on her lips.

Their faces were so close and yet so far. They could come together easily and place their lips on each other's lips.

''And more if we hit it off.''

Dean whispered close against her ear, daring to hope that she wanted the same thing as him.

Oh, what the hell.

The Winchester lifted his head slightly from the woman and placed his lips on hers. At first, he was hesitant, unsure if she would return his kiss and deepened it when she responded to his gesture after a few seconds of surprise. They brought their hands up and placed them on each other's heads, gently stroking their cheeks and hair.

Unfortunately for Dean, he needed to breathe and pulled away from her, their fiery and lustful gazes meeting each other's.

''Let's get out of here, shall we? It's starting to get strangely hot.''

Truth be told, it was mostly what was in Dean's pants that was hurting him right now. If he didn't calm down and find somewhere a little more private, he'd probably fuck her right then and there on the counter.

- All right.

Phaliel agreed and they left the bar, Dean leaving some cash for the bartender before heading out.

The coolness of the night refreshed them. A calm wind blew and cooled this blazing fire which was trying to flare up.

Dean felt incredibly stupid right now. Phaliel was certainly a woman, but an angel at that. He wondered how sex happened with them. Did they react like humans to the pleasures of the flesh? He felt like a horny teenager getting ready to have sex with his first girlfriend. Nor should he corrupt this angel and induce him to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh.

''It must be nice being an angel... You are neither hot nor cold, nor need to breathe or sleep...''

He had tried to break the heavy and uncomfortable silence that had settled between them.

The woman then turned to Dean, walked towards him and then stood very close to his face.

''I should ignore how I feel about you right now, but… I can't and I don't want to.''

Dean took that as an invitation. He looked at her lips and then her eyes before resuming their kiss that they had started. He held himself back outside. Within the walls of a motel room, it would be a completely different story.

When it was time for him to breathe, he led her towards the impala, opened the passenger door for her and took his seat. Phaliel followed him, wondering what he planned to do. He put the keys in the engine lock, but didn't hit the road yet. He turned to the angel at his side, as if hypnotized by her, looked her up and down and threw himself on her lips once more.

He pressed Phaliel against his chest, continuing to devour her lips, and she returned his ardor with more force. Their hearts were beating wildly, impatient to know what happened next.

Oh, Dean could take the road and go to the motel room where he was sleeping with Sam, hoping that he would leave them alone, but he wanted this woman so much right now that he was sure he couldn't have waited until they got to the motel. Plus, they were good there, away from prying eyes in the comfort of his impala.

The hands of the two young people grabbed, scratched and caressed everything they could touch, extracting delicious noises from them both.

Dean then pulled back and shifted to placing his lips on the delicate skin of the angel's neck while continuing his teasing with his hands caressing her body. The noises he heard in his ear were delicious, and he wanted to hear more, much more.

His hand rested on her thigh, but did not approach her intimacy. Dean was careful not to do so, so that their pleasure lasted as long as possible. Phaliel had grabbed his jacket in her hands and held it to her chest, seeking more contact.

After a moment of this little teasing, the angel stepped back to give him time to breathe and took off Dean's jacket, revealing a broad well-built figure underneath his white shirt.

Dean moved closer to the angel, placing delicate kisses on her neck while finding the zipper on her back. He lowered it, which had the effect of partly revealing her slender and fine figure. They got rid of the garment, leaving Phaliel in only black underwear made of floral lace in front of him. Dean stood back to admire her. Phaliel avoided his gaze, intimidated by the fire in his green eyes. Dean closed the distance between them again, and she threw herself on his lips, insatiable in the face of this desire she felt towards him.

The angel moved her hands back to Dean and helped him unbutton his shirt, effectively revealing a muscular, square, masculine build. The item of clothing then found the others on the floor.

While continuing to caress each other, their clothes joined those that were already on the floor. Both people took note of the places they touched and the reactions they got so they could repeat them later. Meanwhile, Dean had laid on top of the angel, careful not to hit his head on the roof of the impala, the car not being very big.

Dean had removed Phaliel's underwear and cupped her breasts, fondling them hoping to get some sort of reaction from her. She moaned and sighed in pure delight. Then she said his name, sending shivers down Dean's spine. He wanted to hear more and a smile appeared on his lips resting on the delicate skin of her chest.

He was seriously starting to get uncomfortable in his pants. He never would have believed that a woman could excite him this much, and he had met a string of women in his life!

Knowing that Dean was probably uncomfortable in his pants, she then helped him get rid of them. He took off his polished black shoes as he passed through his white socks. Then, he removed his underwear, breathing a sigh of relief at this freedom. How much the fabric had confined him! Phaliel looked away, her cheeks suddenly turning pink with embarrassment. The angel probably knew what sexual relations entailed and was giving in to her impulses, but she seemed to be very shy and embarrassed by the contact of his member against her thigh, all tense and ready for action.

The game had lasted long enough. It was time to get down to business now. Before they continued, Dean stretched towards the glove compartment, rummaging through it for a condom. He always kept a few if he met a girl he liked and she felt the same way. Interrupting their activities to put this thing on was annoying, but it was essential.

Well, okay, he was sure it wasn't sexually transmitted diseases that worried him. Come on, a shot of angelic magic and he was cured. It was more about the babies. He wasn't ready to be a father right away and what's more with an angel. He didn't know what half-human; half-angel hybrids were like and didn't dare think about it.

Dean got his hands on a condom, unwrapped the package and put it on.

He then turned back to see Phaliel lying naked beneath him, her hair scattered around her face, his skin reddened from their activities as well as her green eyes calling for lust. He was about to corrupt an angel and strangely, that excited him even more.

The Winchester then positioned himself so he could penetrate her and slipped inside her. A thrill of pleasure, a wave of warmth and relief washed over him, and he sighed contentedly. They were finally getting what they both wanted since they met. There was the softness of her vagina's walls, the intoxicating heat of the human body that she possessed and the tightness of the muscles that enveloped his penis.

Phaliel arched her back, digging her nails into Dean's shoulders, closing her eyes shut in discomfort and trying to get used to this new sensation.

Dean gave her some time and moved when he felt she was ready. He went slowly at first and then faster, varying the intensity, strength and speed with which he moved his hips.

The two lovers reveled in the pleasant and intoxicating sensations they were experiencing, letting out moans, grunts, sighs and cries of pleasure.

The angel tried to move her body to the rhythm of Dean's thrusts, unsure about how to go at it.

''So good…'' he moaned, burying his nose in the crook of her neck.

''Yes.''

Dean let out encouragements and noises of pleasure letting the angel know that she was doing a good job of satisfying him despite her inexperience.

''Keep it up, sweetheart.''

Their hands touched everywhere they could reach, clawing, stroking, and digging their nails into the flesh of their bodies. Phaliel's hands would sometimes hold onto the impala's door handles and window frame. They would sometimes move closer to each other, burying their faces in the crook of the other's neck, listening to the sounds of satisfaction that came from their mouths.

Sometimes, Dean happened to lean back as far as the height of the impala's roof allowed him in order to admire the beautiful angel who was giving herself to him.

Phaliel moved her hands up his chest, running her fingers and palms over his muscular skin.

''It's so good, Dean,'' Phaliel whispered, keeping her eyes fixed on those of the man above her.

Then, Phaliel decided it was time to change positions. With her Herculean strength, she moved her hips so that Dean was underneath her. He didn't have to be asked twice and laid with his back on the seat of the car.

Phaliel inserted his penis into her and moved her hips in an uncertain, even shy manner. She was inexperienced when it came to sex. However, Dean didn't blame her and helped her move on top of him, using his hands on her hips to guide her. The man tried to encourage her as best he could, making her understand that what she was doing was enjoyable.

Their breathing became much more labored, irregular and deep. The screams, moans and growls became much louder. After giving in to her most primitive instincts, Phaliel let out a cry much louder than any other she had ever uttered. Dean then followed her, after waiting for her to orgasm before allowing himself one.

Phaliel slumped on top of Dean, trying to catch his breath. She recovered much faster than him given her celestial nature. Dean, for his part, was still trying to get his head out of the clouds.

Then, the angel removed herself from Dean's hips, cleaned them both with a flick of her wrist and put on her clothes. The hunter also followed her.

Now it was time to say goodbye.

He found himself wondering if he would ever see her again. It was strange, he who left women once they had both satisfied their desires. Now Dean wondered if he would be able to see her one more time. Well, he happened to return more than once to the same woman for other cuddles, but without any other intentions. There, he wanted to see her again and get to know her better. This surprised him and freaked him out.

''You know where to find me, Dean,'' she replied with a bright smile on her lips before disappearing.

It was true that he could just send her a prayer and she would answer.

Suddenly reality hit him in the face.

Dean Winchester had fucked an angel!

What had he done?

He suspected that Heaven would know and make them regret it.

A fucking soldier of the Lord.

He had corrupted an angel.

Despite this realization, he did not regret anything about the wonderfully pleasant evening he had spent in the company of this angel.

It was a Dean lost and perplexed by his conflicting emotions and feelings who returned in the impala to the motel where he and Sam were staying, ready to find the creature they had to deal with.