Xander is a fallen angel.

Wing!fic.

How the Book of Genesis really should have gone.

Harry is supposed to be getting married, but appearing naked in Draco Malfoy's study and then spontaneously growing wings put pay to those plans.

When demons are involved things are always bad, so when someone sabotages the protections on the rink for a charity gala things go downhill fast, but when Johnny saves Evan from a fate worse than death the balance completely changes.

In which Dean turns out to be the archangel Michael (surprise!) and decides that they're doing this Apocalypse thing his way (i.e. not at all), the rest of Team Free Will (plus Gabriel) help out, and the Host, the demons, and various other characters are along for the ride (eg. fellow archangels, grumpy hunters, hapless prophets, etc). Alternate universe.

Her name isn’t really Darcy, of course: her true name is something much older and a damn lot more powerful. Norse gods weren't the only supernatural beings in New Mexico when Thor was there.

“Eternity is really rather boring, John. Mortal life seemed as though it would be far more interesting.” Sherlock is actually the Devil, but he decided to live as a mortal because ruling Hell was boring.

When Loki attempts to mind-control Tony Stark in the middle of the Chitauri invasion, he unlocks powerful memories and abilities, and Tony realises that he's something greater and more powerful than he ever knew. And so is Steve Rogers, but that's a slightly different problem.

They send Azrael to fetch him because he will not listen to anyone else. “Brother,” Azrael says. “It is time to come home. Your vessel is ready to be claimed.” The being that calls himself Eliot Spencer turns to the Angel of Death and replies, “I’m busy; already got some plans. Come back later.” That is the first attempt, but nowhere near the last. [AU during season 5 of Supernatural]

“You’ve heard the rumors,” Mustang says, looking at Ed over the top of his latest report, “about the angels.” Ed scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Angels don’t exist, don’t be ridiculous.” “Of course, of course,” he murmurs, gaze sliding back down, “There have been multiple eye witness accounts, however.” Ed slouches into the chair and doesn’t bother to keep the contempt to from his voice when he says, “Don’t depend on anything with wings to save you. Things that were made to leave always end up doing so, in the end.” “Yes, well,” he says, “sometimes they come back.”