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You were never supposed to get involved at least not this much, on the rare occasion you would help him out when his Father and his brother had left to go hunt by getting him some food or just watching over him, keeping him safe. Then again it wasn't that rare, but still very mild. As his angel it was your job to protect him, but he kept throwing himself into danger, and that made it harder to keep him safe from afar. Then it happened.
Sam and Dean were clearing out a vampire den, and Sam had underestimated the number of vampires there were, eventually he was on the ground surrounded by vampires, so you decided it was probably time to show your hand, you teleported inside the den angelic light emitted from your vessel and with a flick of your wrist the vampires were dead on the ground, you mumbled a quick "Let there be light", as Sam fell unconscious the light cascaded down from the heavens allowing you to get some idea of how bad the situation was, but the light seemed to get Dean's attention.
"Hey! Get away from my brother!" Dean shouted while tackling you, your holy light faded as you hit the ground, he stabbed a knife into your back that was coated in dead man's blood as he assumed you were another vampire.
"Rude." You said, as an angel you didn't know how to act when you were stabbed, but you couldn't say anything else as Dean punched you unconscious.
When you woke up you had been tied to a chair, you couldn't see much, but you could see the faint drawing of a devil's trap underneath you, most likely as a precaution since they didn't know exactly what you were. The door opened as Dean walked in holding some knife.
"So, you're gonna tell me exactly what you are, and what the hell you did to my brother." Dean said while holding the knife to your throat, you weren't that scared as you were only using a vessel.
"What happens if I don't?" You replied, a little bit curious, but otherwise just being a bit snarky.
"Then we find out the hard way." Dean threatened as he opened the right side of his jacket with his hand, revealing many other knives. "I mean one of these should work on you." He added as he made a small slit on your hand, you didn't flinch as it didn't hurt much.
"How about this one?" Dean said while putting the knife back in his jacket and pulling out an Archangel Blade, a slight panic stirred within you, but you didn't let it show, Dean brought the knife to your hand before making a small cut, you whimpered quietly.
"There we go." Dean said before putting the knife to your throat, the slight panic from before became less slight and more terrified.
"So are you gonna tell me what the hell you did to my brother or am I gonna cut your damn head off, archangel." He threatened, the blade made a small cut on on your neck as Dean moved it closer to you.
"I didn't do anything to him." You grumbled despite how nervous you were as the blade edged further into your skin.
"Then what was that light, feathers?"
"It was just light, angelically influenced light."
"Right... What did you really do? I thought lying was above your kind."
The knife dug deeper into your skin as blood trickled down your neck, you let out a pained groan.
"I said I didn't do anything!"
"Sure, you didn't, angel!! Now tell me the damn truth!!" Dean shouted as the small cut became a rather large one.
"I am!! Now you take that knife away from my neck or so help me God-"
"Dean." Another voice entered the room as the door opened. "Stop, please." You turned your gaze to the person to see Sam Winchester, the kid you were supposed to protect, he was a lot taller now.
"... Saved by the bell." Dean grumbled before leaving the room with Sam leaving you there with various small cuts on your hand and a big one on your neck.
You tried to listen to their conversation you could make out a few words which were "protected", "died", and "he", but you couldn't hear much else, the door opened again Sam and Dean were back, and as Dean began to untie you from the chair you got a better look at Sam's face, he had a few bandages on his face and various bite marks and bruises big and small on his neck.
"Thank you... for helping me." Sam said. "And sorry about what my brother did." He grumbled that part.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, the angel can handle a few scratches-"
"A few scratches? You slit his throat."
"He's an angel, he'll heal himself faster than you can say 'Christo', Sammy."
"Doesn't mean you- whatever." Sam grumbled as you stood up free from your binding.
"My name's Sam, and that's Dean though I'm sure you already know that, you being my guardian angel and all." When Sam said that Dean whipped his head around so fast you were surprised he didn't give himself whiplash.
"Your what?"
"My guardian angel, he watched over me when you and Dad left me alone to go hunting."
"Yeah, that's not creepy at all."
"It's not creepy it's his duty."
"Sounds pretty creepy to me."
"Shut up, Dean, it's not creepy."
"Yeah, sure."
"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you two, but I have to go." You said while walking towards the door.
"No, you don't." Dean said, grabbing your wrist. "You have to make it up to my brother for not getting involved fast enough."
You flicked your wrist vaguely in Sam's direction, healing his wounds though the bite marks and bruises remained. "There, now I really do have to go-"
"That's not enough." Dean's grip on your wrist tightened. "You're gonna stay here, birdbrain, and repay Sammy for everything you let happen to him."
"What makes you think I won't just teleport away?" You asked, though it was less of a question and more of a threat.
"Because as his so called 'guardian angel' you're meant to protect him and from what I've seen you've done a pretty shitty job, so now you're gonna protect him properly, bird boy, in the field, hands on, like a proper angel."
You glared at Dean, but as much as you wanted to deny it you knew that what Dean was saying was true. "Fine." You grumbled reluctantly. "But I'll do it for one week."
"One month." Dean said with the Archangel blade against your throat.
"Fine, but I swear if you point that blade at me one more time I'll send you to hell myself."