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

Author: Me

Langage: English. I wanted to allow my english readers to enjoy my writing.

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: 3283k

Chapter 1

The hunter was sitting on a filthy bed in an equally dingy motel room in a remote corner of Ohio in the United States. His laptop was connected to the establishment's wireless network. Research pages were open. Scattered before him were papers concerning the case he was dealing with. On the computer screen, there was also a map. Dots were indicated representing the murders that took place in the city. There was no connection between the murders, the places where the victims were found, and the supernatural creatures Dean had in mind that could have caused the massacre.

All this gave him an intense migraine that lacerated him 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 away the documents. He took a good shower, put on much more casual clothes and left a note for his brother saying that he had gone to the nearest bar. He then took the Impala's keys and went outside.

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

The dark blond-haired man pushed open the bar door, slipped inside and took place on the stool furthest from the counter the bartender held 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 this mess. He sighed and put his phone in a pocket of his brown jacket, taking another sip from his drink.

Dean lifted his head and looked 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 red. Her face was thin and elongated. Her long eyelashes fell and curled to reveal coloured eyes. She was wearing a black dress with long sleeves reaching above her knees, high heels of the same color and her legs were bare. Her long, wavy black hair reached the middle of her back.

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

Ahem... A little countenance, Dean!

There was no point in approaching women like big dogs in heat. They would risk turning him down. No, it was better to play it smart. He would offer her a drink and make conversation with her nicely. Dean only wanted to get to know each other and then more if things ever went well.

Dean waved to the bartender.

''Do you see that woman at the other end of the bar?''

''Yes,'' he replied.

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

After saying these words, as if by pure coincidence, she ordered a glass of beer. The bartender gave it to her and told her that it was the man at the other end of the bar who was offering it to her. She looked around the room, looking for the person who was buying her drink and met Dean's gaze. The woman gave him a slight smile as a thank you and took a sip from her glass.

Dean thought this was his chance. He took his things and moved closer to her to take a seat next to her.

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

''Yes.''

Dean didn't need to be asked twice, took a seat 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 would be fucked if he found himself in front of an angel.

''What is its origin?''

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

Fuck, another angel. If it had not been such an attractive woman, Dean would have made her see his love for angels. She was lucky to be beautiful.

''Thought so,'' he said, taking a sip from his glass.

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

Holy shit, could no one know him on this earth? Well, with the apocalypse that he and his brother had started and stopped, it was only normal that people in the field knew about them. He decided to give Phaliel a little chance, seeing that she was rather 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 showed them a little charm. 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 had replied simply. ''And to meet great people.''

As they spoke, they had drunk 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 eyes.

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

The woman had lingered on his first sentence, and Dean was perplexed. He didn't think she would have done it. He didn't know what to say and what to think about the rest of her words and the contact of her hand on his. Dean didn't pull it back, appreciating the gentle gesture.

''Nice encounters, you said?''

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

''Like you, by the way.''

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

The angel avoided his gaze, trying to place hers elsewhere, everywhere except on him. Dean had noticed this and had taken a sip from his drink while stifling a slight laugh. If it continued like this, he would end up finishing his fourth drink. He wondered why she was reacting this way. No, he suspected it. Many women were attracted to him. This would not be new with Phaliel.

''You know, we can be on a first-name basis. We have passed the presentation stage.''

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

Their faces were close and yet so far away. They could easily get closer and put their lips on each other's.

''And more if you like.''

Dean whispered close to her ear, daring to hope that she wanted the same thing he did.

What the hell.

The Winchester pulled away from the woman slightly and put his lips on hers. At first, he went hesitantly, unsure if she would return his kiss and deepened it when she responded to his gesture after a few seconds of surprise. They had raised their hands and placed them on each other's heads, gently stroking their cheeks and hair.

Unfortunately for Dean, he needed to breathe and detached himself from her to plant his burning gaze in hers, which was just as thirsty as his.

''How about we get out of here? It's starting to get weirdly hot.''

Truth be told, it was mostly what was inside Dean's pants that was hurting him right now. If he didn't calm down and find a place a little more private, he would surely risk fucking her there now on the bar counter.

''All right.''

Phaliel had agreed and they left the bar, with Dean leaving money for the bartender before leaving.

The coolness of the night refreshed them. A calm wind blew and cooled this blazing fire which sought to be kindled.

Dean was feeling terribly stupid right now. Phaliel was indeed a woman, but an angel at that. He wondered how sexual relations happened with them. Did they react like humans to the pleasures of the flesh? He felt like a teenager in heat about to have sex with his first girlfriend. Nor should he corrupt the angel and induce her to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh.

''It must be nice being an angel... You are not hot, cold, or need to breathe or sleep...''

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

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

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

Dean had taken this as an invitation. He had observed her lips and then her coloured eyes before resuming their kiss they had begun. He restrained himself outside. Within the walls of a motel room, it would be an entirely different story.

When it came time for him to breathe, he led him to the impala, opened the passenger side door and took place on the driver's side. Phaliel followed him, wondering what he intended to do. Dean put the keys in the engine lock but didn't hit the road right away. He turned to the angel at his side, as if hypnotized by her, detailed her from top to bottom and threw himself on her lips once more.

He pressed Phaliel to his chest, continuing to devour her lips, and she returned his ardor even harder. Their hearts were pounding, eager to know what would happen next. Oh, Dean could hit the road and go to the motel room where he was sleeping with Sam, hoping he'd leave them alone, but he wanted this woman so badly at that moment that he was sure he couldn't have waited until he got to the motel. Plus, they were comfortable there, away from prying eyes in the comfort of his impala.

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

Dean then stepped back and placed 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 delightful, and he longed to hear more, much more.

His hand rested on her thigh but did not touch her core. Dean was very careful not to do it so that their pleasure would last as long as possible. Phaliel had gripped his brown jacket with her hands and stuck it to her chest, looking for more and more contact.

After a moment of this little teasing, the angel stepped back to give him time to breathe and removed the garment, guessing a square and well-built stature under his black T-shirt and his red and white checked flannel shirt.

Dean had moved closer to the angel, placing delicate kisses on her neck while finding the zipper on her back. He lowered it, revealing part of her slender and thin stature. They threw off the dress, leaving Phaliel only in black underwear made of floral lace in front of him.

Dean had stepped back to admire her. Phaliel avoided his gaze, intimidated by the fire in his green eyes. Dean approached her again, and she threw herself on his lips once more, insatiable in the face of this desire she felt for him.

The angel moved her hands up to Dean and helped him remove his clothes, effectively revealing a muscular and square stature. The clothes then found the others on the floor.

As they continued to caress each other, both people would take note of the places they touched and the reactions they received to repeat them later. In the meantime, Dean had lowered the angel on the seat, being careful not to hit his head on the roof of the impala, the car not being very big.

Dean had taken off Phaliel's underwear and taken her breasts in his hands, caressing them in the hope of getting some kind of reaction from her. She groaned and sighed with 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 on the delicate skin of her chest.

He was seriously starting to feel uncomfortable in his pants. Dean never thought that a woman could turn him on to such an extent, and he had met a lot of women in his life!

Knowing that Dean must be uncomfortable in his pants, she then helped him get rid of them. He took off his brown boots and socks at the same time. Then, he took off his underwear, breathing a sigh of relief at this freedom.

Phaliel's gaze turned away, her cheeks suddenly turning pink with embarrassment. The angel must have known what sexual relations entailed and let herself go to her impulses, but she seemed to be all shy and embarrassed by the contact of his member against her thigh, all tense and ready for what was to come.

The game had gone on long enough. It was time to get down to business now. Before they could continue their activities, Dean stretched towards the glove compartment, rummaging in it in search of a condom. He always kept a few of them if he happened to meet a girl he liked, and she felt the same way. It was annoying to interrupt their activities to put on this thing, but it was essential.

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

Dean put his hand on a condom, unpacked the package, and put it on. He then turned to Phaliel naked lying beneath him, her hair scattered around her face, her skin reddened by their activities as well as her green eyes calling for lust. He was about to corrupt an angel and strangely, it turned him on even more.

The Winchester then positioned himself so that he could penetrate her and slipped into her. A shiver of pleasure, a wave of warmth and relief washed over him, and he let out a sigh of contentment. They were finally getting what they had both wanted since they met. There was the softness of the walls of her vagina, the intoxicating warmth of the human body she possessed, and the tightness of the muscles that enveloped his penis.

Phaliel arched her back, digging her nails into Dean's shoulders, closed her eyes in discomfort, and tried to get used to the 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 of his movements. The two lovers reveled in the pleasant and intoxicating sensations they experienced, letting out moans, grunts, sighs and cries of pleasure. The angel moved her body to the rhythm of Dean's thrusts, not knowing how to do it properly.

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

''Yes.''

Dean let out encouragement and sounds of pleasure that let the angel know that she was doing well to satisfy him despite her inexperience.

''Keep it up, sweetheart.''

Their hands touched wherever they could reach, scratching, stroking, and digging their nails into the flesh of their bodies. Sometimes they would get closer to each other, kiss each other or bury their faces in the crook of each other's neck, listening to the sounds of satisfaction that came out of their mouths.

Sometimes, Dean would step back as far as the height of the impala's roof would allow him 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.

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

Then Phaliel decided it was time to switch positions. With her herculean strength, she moved her hips so that Dean went underneath her. He didn't need to be asked twice and laid with his back on the seat of the car, the angel then taking place on his hips.

Phaliel put his penis inside her and moved her hips in an uncertain, even timid way. She had a glaring lack of experience with sex. However, Dean didn't hold it against her and helped her move on him, using his hands on her hips to guide her. The man tried to encourage her as best he could by making it clear that her actions were pleasant. The angel, on the other hand, was running her hands over his chest as she moved on his penis.

Their breathing became much more laboured, irregular and deep. The screams, moans and grunts became much louder. After a long time of indulging in the most primal instincts possible, Phaliel let out a cry far louder than any other she had ever uttered. Dean followed her afterward, having waited for her to have an orgasm before allowing himself to have one.

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

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

Now it was time to say goodbye.

''Thank you,'' he said, giving her a kiss that was much softer and more tender than the others they had exchanged so far.

He wondered if he would ever see her again. It was strange for him, he who left women once he had satisfied their desires. Now he wondered if he could see her again. Well, sometimes he could happen to go back to the same woman more than once for more cuddles, but without any other intention. Now he wanted to see her again and maybe know her better. It surprised and freaked him out.

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

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

Suddenly, reality hit him in the face.

He 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 the beautiful and pleasant evening he had spent in the company of this angel.

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