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 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 with dots 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 of this gave him an intense headache lacerating him behind his right eye, feeling like his head was about to explode.

Dean needed a drink.

Not having had time to change his FBI special agent clothes, he got up from the bed, not even bothering to put away the documents. Dean took a good shower, put on much more casual clothes, and left a note for his brother saying he had gone to the nearest bar.

He then took the keys to the Impala 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 the stool furthest 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 Dean took a sip while looking at the map he had downloaded on his cell phone, trying to decode the mess again. He sighed and put his phone in one of his brown jacket's pockets, taking another sip from his drink.

Dean's gaze wandered around him. It was then that it 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 jade-colored eyes. A long-sleeved black dress hugged her curves and reached above her knees. She wore 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 licked his lips, imagining all kinds of things he would like to do with her.

Ahem... A little countenance, Dean!

The woman joined a hunter in this bar to comfort her. Apparently, a demon was far too comfortable in her sister's body, and as a novice in the field, the hunter didn't know how to get rid of her.

The brunette had listened to the hunter explain her situation, had comforted her and had encouraged her to continue to find a way to help her sister, explaining that an exorcism would probably do the trick. Of course, the hunter suspected that it would help, but cornering the demon was a whole other story for her.

So, it was after suggesting how to do it with the help of a pentacle that the woman Dean was watching found herself alone at the bar, wanting to enjoy the evening a little before leaving.

There was no point in Dean 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 talk with her nicely. Dean only wanted to get to know each other first 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, the woman ordered a glass of beer. The bartender gave it to her, and told her it was from the man at the other end of the bar. Her gaze wandered over the room, looking for the person who was buying her drink and met Dean's. The woman gave him a slight smile as a thank you and took a sip from her glass.

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

"Can I sit here?" he asked.

''Yes.''

Dean didn't need to be asked, took a seat next to the beautiful young woman and introduced himself to her.

''My name is Dean.''

"And I, Phaliel."

Her name tickled the hunter's 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.''

Either this was only the meaning of her first name or it just confirmed him that she was an angel. If she wasn't in the body of such a beautiful woman, Dean would have made her see his love for angels. She was lucky to be in this vessel.

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

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

Shit... Could anyone on this earth not know him? Finally, with the apocalypse that he and his brother had started and stopped, it was only fitting that people in the field knew about them.

Dean 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 a little charm towards them. It was kind of 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 up his nose 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 says, placing a warm and comforting hand on his.

The woman had lingered on his first sentence, and he was perplexed. Dean didn't think she would have done it and didn't know what to say or think as a result of her comforting words and the gentle touch of her hand on his. The man did not remove it, appreciating this gesture full of sweetness.

''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.''

Dean flashed a slight flirtatious 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 rest it elsewhere, everywhere except on him. Dean noticed this and took a sip of his glass while stifling a slight laugh. If it continued like this, he would end up finishing his fourth drink. Why did she react in this way? No, in fact, 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 passed the presentation stage.''

"Indeed," she replied, smiling slightly.

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'd like," Dean whispered close to her ear, daring to hope that she wanted the same thing as him.

Well, what the hell.

The Winchester pulled away from the woman slightly and put his lips on hers. At first, he hesitated, wondering if she would return his kiss and deepened it when she did so after a few seconds of surprise. They 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 removed himself from her to plant his ardent and 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 in Dean's pants that was hurting him. If his ardor didn't calm down and he didn't find a place a little more private, he would surely risk fucking her right now on the bar counter.

''All right.''

They left the bar after Phaliel agreed, with Dean leaving money bills for the bartender before leaving.

The coolness of the night refreshed them. A calm wind blew and cooled this blazing fire.

Dean felt terribly stupid at the moment. Phaliel was indeed a woman, but an angel at that, and he wondered how sexual relations with them occurred. Did they react like humans to the pleasures of the flesh? His thoughts wandered back when he was a teenager with his first girlfriend. Nor should Dean corrupt this angel into indulging in lust.

''It must be nice being an angel... You are not hot, not cold, nor need to breathe or sleep..." he tried to break the heavy and uncomfortable silence that had settled between them.

It was then that 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 took this as an invitation, observing her lips and then her jade-colored eyes before resuming the kiss they had started. He kept a little restraint outside. Within the walls of a motel room, it would be a different story entirely.

When it came time for him to breathe, Dean led them to the impala, opened the passenger-side door and took place on the other 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 that he would leave them alone, but he couldn't wait until he got to the room, wanting this woman so badly at that moment. 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 both of them.

Dean then stepped back and rested 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, longing to hear more, much more.

His hand rested on her thigh, but did not touch her core. Dean was careful not to do it so that their pleasure would last as long as possible. Phaliel gripped his jacket with her hands and pressed him to her chest, seeking 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 moved closer to the angel, placing delicate kisses on her neck while finding the zipper on her back. He lowered it, which revealed part of her slender and thin stature. They threw off the garment, leaving Phaliel only in black lacy floral underwear in front of him.

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

The angel moved her hands up to Dean's chest and helped him remove his flannel and T-shirt, effectively revealing a muscular, square, masculine stature.

As they continued to caress each other, their clothes joined those already on the floor. Both people would take note of the places they touched and the reactions they received in order to repeat them later. In the meantime, Dean had laid the angel on the seat of the impala, being careful not to hit his head on the roof of the car.

Dean took off Phaliel's underwear and took her breasts in hand, caressing them hoping to get 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.

The hunter seriously began to be uncomfortable in his pants, surprised at how a woman could turn him on, having met a lot of them in his life.

Knowing that Dean must be uncomfortable in his pants, Phaliel then helped him get rid of them. He took off his brown boots and socks, and then 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, seeming to be all shy and embarrassed by the contact of his tense member against her thigh.

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 if he happened to meet a girl he liked and she felt the same way as him. Interrupting their activities to put on this thing was annoying, but essential.

Well, ok, with Phaliel it was certainly not sexually transmitted diseases that worried him. Come on, a shot of angelic magic and that was it. No, it was more about babies. The hunter was not ready to be a father right now, 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 to penetrate her and slipped into her. A gentle shiver ran through his body, a wave of warmth and relief washed over him, and he heaved a sigh of relief. 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.

Her muscles were screaming at her to relax and wait for the slight burning and stretching sensation coming from within to dissipate. Feeling resistance, 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 revelled in the pleasant and intoxicating sensations they experienced, letting out moans, grunts, sighs and cries of pleasure, loving the sounds that came out of their mouths and forgetting the rest of the outside world.

The angel moved her hips to the rhythm of Dean's thrusts, not knowing how to do it properly, but enjoying the contact and friction of the hunter's body against her own. Dean didn't seem to hold it against her, because he continued what he was doing anyway.

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

''Yes.''

Dean let out encouragements and sounds of pleasure, letting Phaliel know that she was doing a good job of satisfying him despite her inexperience.

"Keep it up, sweetheart.''

Their hands touched wherever they reached, scratching, stroking, and digging their nails into the flesh of their bodies. Sometimes they would kiss each other or bury their faces in the crook of each other's necks, listening to the sounds of satisfaction coming 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 to his chest, running her fingers and palms over his muscular skin.

"That's so good, Dean," she 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 flipped her hips so that Dean went underneath her. He didn't need to be asked twice and laid on the seat of the car. The angel then sat on his hips.

Phaliel put him inside her and moved her hips in an uncertain, even timid way. However, Dean didn't blame her and helped her move on top of him, guiding her with the help of his hands on her hips. The man tried to encourage her as best as 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 breath suddenly became much more labored, 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 she had ever uttered. An intense wave of heat and pleasure far more violent and different from the others she had experienced until then swept through her entire body.

So that was an orgasm.

Dean followed her afterward, having waited out of pure gallantry for her to be satisfied before allowing himself to finish.

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

Then, the angel withdrew from Dean's hips, cleaned them both with a flick of her hand 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 much softer and more tender than the others they had exchanged so far.

Dean and Phaliel found themselves wondering if they would ever see each other again.

It was strange for the hunter who left women once they had satisfied their desires. Now he wondered if he could see her again. Well, he could happen to go back to the same woman more than once for more cuddles without any other intentions. Now, he wanted to see this angel again and get to know her better.

It was the first time Phaliel had gotten close to a human like this. No doubt her brothers and sisters would reproach her for it. Dean had a charm, a magnetism of his own, and she didn't regret for a second the evening she had spent with him. Would Phaliel ever see him again? Dean had been so patient with her.

Where did this strange desire to get closer to each other come from?

"You know where to find me, Dean," Phaliel 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?

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

A fucking soldier of the Lord.

He had corrupted an angel.

Despite this realization, Dean did not regret the beautiful and enjoyable evening he had spent with her.

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