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winchesterszvonecek · 5 months

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Clothes - [ Gabriel ]

Prompt: How he’d react to you wearing his clothes requested

Word Count: 1155

Warnings: female!reader, fluff, suggestive tones

A/N: the prompt was meant to be a headcanon but i decided to make it a little fic instead

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You were always cold in the mornings. No matter how warm the room you were in was or who was sleeping next to you, you couldn’t help but feel a chill. It’s what made getting out of bed that much harder for you most days.

And today was no different as when you woke, your eyes fluttering sleepily open at the sound of rowdy neighbours in the motel room beside yours, you were quick to feel the cold seep into your body. Right down to your bones in a way that had you shaking almost immediately and it was as though someone had you on vibrate.

Normally you’d just pull the covers back up and nestle into the bed until you felt a smidge of warmth beneath your skin. But this morning you really, really needed to pee, therefore you couldn’t wait any longer otherwise you’d burst. So you were left with no other choice but to suck it up, and face the cold of the room.

Before you did that though, you glanced to your side, the early morning sun that crept through the thin curtains casting perfectly over Gabriel’s sleeping face, making you smile softly as you still couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that you were dating an archangel.

If someone had told you back when you first met him, when he was making people believe they were being abducted by aliens and having alligators roam about the sewers, that you’d be here with him now you’d have laughed in their face.

Yet here you were, nestled beside one of God’s first born angels in bed after a night of… Fun. And honestly? If you could go back and do it all over again, you wouldn’t change a thing as there wasn’t anywhere else you’d rather be than right here next to him.

Well actually, there was one place you’d rather be right now and that was the bathroom. You may have stared dreamily towards Gabriel a little too long and now you were on the verge of being unable to control your bladder anymore. You swung your legs out of bed, wincing at the sudden coldness that cascaded over you, erupting your skin in fierce goosebumps that could be seen from a mile away, they were that prominent.

Your feet hit the linoleum floor with a soft thud, sending a chill straight up your legs as they carried you around the bed. You grabbed the first article of clothing you could find on your way across the room, of which most of your clothes had been scattered about last night in yours and Gabriel’s vigorous attempts at speeding things along as it had been a while since you last saw each other.

It didn’t click in your head that you’d picked up Gabriel’s shirt. The dark red button down that the angel favoured so much, which was evident by how often he wore that same outfit as he never had any reason to change. He didn’t sweat, not like humans did. He was able to clean them up with a click of his fingers should they get bloody or dirty, therefore he could wear the same clothes for a lifetime and never once need to change them.

And you were totally not jealous of that at all. (You were.)

But anyway, you didn’t seem to realise that you were wearing it, not until you left the bathroom, feeling much better, and spotted him sitting upright against the headboard, his arms folded over his chest and a rather cheeky grin on his face.

“Look at you…” Gabriel exhaled, trailing his eyes up and down the length of your body, drinking in the sight of you hidden away beneath his shirt. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were purposely trying to turn me on.”

“What are you talking about?” You chuckled, hurrying towards the bed again as even though your top half was covered, your legs were still bare and you always did get incredibly cold feet.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” Gabriel pointed out, watching with amusement as you slowed down on your travels across the room and glanced down at yourself.

He could see that smile itching to rise on your slowly blushing face. The way your hand landed on your stomach telling him it was fluttering beneath the fabric of his shirt and it was only then you both came to realise that even after the years you’d been seeing each other, you’d never once worn an article of his clothing.

“I was cold.” You said shyly, dipping your face to hide it from him.

You didn’t know why it felt so… embarrassing to be caught wearing his shirt given the things you both did together, but perhaps it was because it was seen as a more romantic thing than inherently sexual is what made you a tiny bit nervous as to his reaction.

“There’s no need to be shy, hotstuff.” Gabriel said playfully, cocking his head a little to motion for you to come towards him. “Not when you look far better wearing it than I ever could.”

He held out his hand the closer you got to him, pulling you onto his lap the second your fingers brushed and the moment you landed on him he could feel the goosebumps on your legs as they straddled him. His hands were quick to delve beneath the material, holding you close to him and allowing his own body heat to help warm you as he kissed you.

“Mhm, you like seeing me in your clothes, don’t you?” You teased, your shyness gone instantly as your arms slinked around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. “In nothing but your clothes.”

“You’re damn right I do, baby.” Gabriel whispered, the hotness of his breath puffing out over your lips before he took them in his again, kissing you with enough heat that it was like your entire body went up in flames. “It’s almost better than seeing you without any clothes at all.”

He kissed you once again, his hand trailing its way up your back, his fingers ghosting over the bumps of your spine in a way that had you shiver beneath his touch. Your own hand slipped from his hair, dropping between your bodies as you slowly began to pop open each button, something Gabriel was well aware of given how his lips rose beneath yours as he couldn’t help but smile.

It’s safe to say that what happened after that final button popped open, the way your bodies pressed tightly together; each brush of his lips and graze of his hands over every inch of your skin, was enough to make you forget all about the cold. And enough to make you want to wear his clothes forever as after that, you were pretty sure you’d never feel anything but hot ever again.

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ssanovak · 1 year

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His Favourite Little Human

@skievers‘ request; Bestie can you write me a Gabriel x Fem reader who is Sam & Dean’s sister and is currently kidnapped as a hostage and Gabriel has to find her? Thanks! 🥰

“Y/N! Breakfast! Bacon’s a bit crispy, hope that’s okay! Cas decided to help” Dean yelled down the bunker hallway.

“Hey!” Cas glared at Dean, “It’s better crispier, Y/N told me that once”

“Sure buddy, she probably only told you that so she didn’t hurt your feelings” Dean said laughing.

Cas crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.

“Y/N! Where are you?” Dean walked down the hallway to your room, he knocked on the door loudly, “Y/N! Wake up sleepyhead!”.

Silence followed Dean’s words, he leant against the wall to the left of the door and rapped his knuckles hard against the wood again. Still nothing.

“Y/N you better be decent, cause I’m coming in!” Dean turned the door handle, pushing the door open slowly. He glanced around the room before him and then stepped in. Your bed had evidently been left untouched since you made it yesterday morning, and you were nowhere to be seen. It was Dean’s turn to frown now and he checked your bedside table to see if your purse and keys were still there. When he didn’t find any evidence that you’d even come home last night he shrugged, expecting you to be with Gabriel, or one of their friends, you didn’t drink so it wasn’t likely that you’d been out all night, so he wasn’t especially worried.

He walked back to the kitchen, finding Sam sat at the table ignoring the tray of bacon in the centre and choosing instead to drink what Dean affectionately referred to as a ‘rabbit food smoothie’, he nodded to his brother as Dean walked back into the room.

“Where’s Y/N?” He said, looking back down to the newspaper he’d been combing for a new case.

“Not been home, I’m willing to bet she’s with Gabriel.”

“Oh yeah, how much are you willing to wager?” Sam smirked.

“$20”

“Deal”

“Okay Cas, you want in?” Dean turned to the angel.

“Dean, I have no use for money, why would I partake in an effort to win any?”

“For fun, I don’t know, do Angels do ‘Fun’?” He teased and Cas looked up at him quizzically, “Don’t answer that, it’s too early in the morning for that conversation.”

Dean grabbed some ketchup and sat at the table across from Sam and pulled the tray of bacon towards him, squirting the ketchup straight onto the tray. Sam rolled his eyes and sighed, and Dean indignantly said “Y/N’s not gonna have any, Mr Molecules over there doesn’t eat, and you’ve got your blended rabbit food, what’s the point using a plate?”

“I didn’t actually say anything,” Sam replied, dryly.

“No, but you were thinking, same thing.”

“Okay, Dean,” Sam rolled his eyes again, which his brother missed as he stood up to grab the pot of coffee he’d been brewing, sitting back down he sighed contentedly and dug into his food.

A loud banging on the front door was the only noise to disturb the peace and quiet.

“I’ll get it” Sam said, picking up his smoothie and taking it with him. Sam walked towards the front of the bunker as the knocking got louder and more frantic.

He opened the door slowly and was surprised to see a rather dishevelled Gabriel standing in the doorway.

“Sam” the angel said.

“Gabriel, uh, come in I guess.” Sam stood to the side to let the man walk past him and then shut and relocked the door behind him.

“No time for pleasantries, have you seen Y/N?”

“No, actually, Dean thought she was with you, why?”

“Haven’t seen her in a couple of days actually, and we were meant to meet up yesterday.”

“Maybe she forgot?”

“Why thank you Sam, I hadn’t possibly considered that scenario, and I felt like walking here from half a mile away just for you to tell me the obvious” Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Sorry, I, uh, don’t have any other suggestions, let me get Dean to help call around.”

“Thank you.”

The two walked back to the kitchen and Dean mumbled “Who is it?” with a mouthful of food.

“Hello Deano” Gabriel greeted the older Winchester brother.

Dean turned to the doorway, swallowing the mouthful he’d finished chewing. “Sammy who gets the 20 bucks?”

“Not you”

“Son of a bitch!”

“So where is Y/N?” Cas tilted his head into the question and looked to Gabriel for an answer.

“Was hoping she was here.”

“Oh”

“Dean, I said we’d call around and ask if Y/N is with any of our friends, I’ll call Charlie and Garth, can you call Jody and Donna?” Sam pulled out his phone and began dialling as he spoke.

“On it”

A few tense minutes passed as the brothers tried to locate their sister, and when they ended each call with no luck, the atmosphere was thick enough to be cut with a knife.

“Gabriel, you’ve heard nothing for how long?” Dean looked up at the angel.

“Nothing since this time yesterday, Y/N sent me a text telling me she’d see me later on, if you didn’t carve that damned Enochian into her bones I could’ve found her by now!” Gabriel’s final words an accusation directed at Castiel.

“Providing she’s not also being hidden by extra sigils, no need to play the blame game here Gabriel” Dean replied, keen to prevent an argument and focus on finding his little sister.

“Dean, I’m going to call Rowena, hopefully she can help.” Sam said, once again dialling as he spoke.

“Hello Samuel, how can I help you?” came the redheads Scottish drawl through the phone.

“Rowena, hi, we need your help, Y/N is missing, do you know of any way we can locate her?”

“Of course dear, let me just find the spell, are you able to obtain ingredients?”

“Yes, we’re in the bunker, I’ll be able to use the Men of Letters stock.”

“Good, okay, I’ve got the spell here, are you ready?”

“Hold on, I’ll write it down.”

With that Sam left the kitchen, Gabriel and Castiel in tow, heading to the library. Dean looked down at his half finished breakfast and decided it would take Sam a while to locate the ingredients, so he probably had time to finish eating. He scarfed the last of the bacon and then downed the rest of his coffee before heading up to the library himself. By the time he got there, Sam and Gabriel had begun to lay out the ingredients as Rowena explained the steps for they needed to take. Once they’d finished the setup, she told Sam the Latin he would have to repeat in order to complete the spell, and Sam scribbled it down in a notebook. He looked up at Dean who nodded and he started the spell. As he finished repeating the lines Rowena had given him the piece of paper in the centre of the pentagram burned a bright red and Dean looked away as the light threatened to blind him. When he looked back the paper had returned to it’s original state bar two lines of numbers that glistened in the light from the lamps. He stepped closer but Gabriel grabbed the piece of paper first.

“Co-ordinates?” He looked up at Sam for confirmation.

“Looks like, okay, thanks Rowena, I’ll let you know what happens.”

“Not a problem Samuel, I hope you find Y/N safe. Bye for now.” The call disconnected.

Sam and Dean grabbed their gear whilst Castiel and Gabriel stood waiting, Dean checked his guns and Sam grabbed the salt and lighter amongst other weapons and items of protection.

“Ready?” Gabriel questioned, “I’m assuming you want me to get as close to these co-ordinates as possible without being in the building, don’t know what kind of surprises might be in there.”

“I guess so,” Dean said, sighing, “I’m not happy with this method of transportation though, last time he zapped me someplace I didn’t poop for a week.” He pointed at Castiel who’s brow furrowed and he tilted his head to one side.

“That was more information than I wanted, let’s go”, Gabriel clicked his fingers and the four of them were outside a disused factory building.

Dean shuddered, gripping his gun tighter.

“Hold on,” Gabriel held his hand up and his eyes glowed brilliant blue as he searched the building for sigils. Only once he was satisfied they weren’t walking into a trap he motioned for Castiel and Dean to take the left side of the building whilst he and Sam took the right.

The four split off towards their designated search areas and Castiel and Gabriel both drew their Angel Blades. As they crept around the outskirts of the building a yell of pain came from somewhere deep within. Gabriel’s footsteps quickened as he recognised the voice. He and Sam found the nearest entrance and Sam gripped the door handle as Gabriel counted down with one hand. When he hit 0 Sam opened the door, the two slid through the open entryway and they were met with a corridor, off of which 5 more doors stood. Gabriel used his free hand to point to Sam and the rightmost door and then walked to the leftmost himself. They cleared each room with ease, meeting in the middle at the fifth door. Sam nodded as Gabriel reached towards the handle. As he did so another shout indicated that they were in fact at the correct door and Gabriel flung it open, holding his blade ready.

As he took in the scene before him his eyes met yours. You relaxed slightly against the chair you were sat upon and sighed with relief. Blood dripped down your face from your probably broken nose and you bit back a wince as you took in a deep breath.

Gabriel took a step towards you as Sam raised his gun to point it at the single assailant.

“How’s my favourite little human doing?”

“Been better to be honest, I’m a little tied up right now,” You replied, sarcasm dripping from your words. You looked down and made a point to indicate the ropes that bound you to the chair and tied your hands and feet.

He laughed, the sound music to your ears.

“Don’t come any closer!” Your assailant grabbed your head pulling you backwards in the chair and pinning a knife to your throat. You coughed in discomfort, and your eyes widened as you realised the danger wasn’t over yet. You assessed the situation you found yourself in, realising the way your head was positioned wasn’t to your attackers advantage at all. If you ducked to one side you’d be free of the blade and Gabriel realised this too, he caught your eye and mouthed ‘Sleeping Lions’, then he opened his fingers against his weapon, counting down 3, 2, 1, you threw yourself sideways and as soon as his final finger hit the handle you were folded practically in half against your own legs. A startled yelp came from your captor and you turned to see the Angel Blade sticking out of the demon’s chest as his soul stuttered out of existence and an orange glow emitted from every orifice. The now empty vessel fell backwards to the floor and you sat up straight again.

“Nice shot” Sam noted, Gabriel had thrown the blade across 15 feet and hit the demon square in the chest.

“Of course” Gabriel smirked.

“Look, save your ego boost for later and get these dang restraints off me please” You grumbled.

Gabriel laughed again and the pair of your saviours crossed the room towards you. Sam worked on the rope at your feet as Gabriel untied your hands and then your body. You slumped forwards slightly as he released the rope and he caught you, exhaustion setting in as the adrenalin wore off. He turned around to Sam, who grabbed your hand and squeezed it before he left the room in search of his other sibling and their best friend. Gabriel knelt on the floor in front of you and pulled you into a hug.

“Don’t scare me like that again Winchester”

“Can’t make any promises, sorry, I’m just too kidnappable” you mumbled against his chest.

He laughed again, leaning you back against the chair, gently sitting you upright. He put his hand against your face, cupping your cheek tenderly and you looked up at him as his eyes glowed Arctic blue. You felt the warmth of his grace healing you and you relaxed into his touch. When he was done he pulled you back into another hug. Kissing the top of your head as he held you. You wrapped your arms around him and revelled in the safety he brought with him.

“Y/N!” Dean exclaimed and you let go of your angel. You stood up from the chair, feeling as if you could run a few marathons and ran to your brother, who wrapped his arms around you crushing you in his embrace. When he let go it was Sam’s turn, although he was more gentle than Dean. Then you turned to Castiel who looked at you curiously until you pulled him into a hug too. He patted your arm awkwardly before you retreated to Gabriel’s side.

“Let’s get you home”, Gabriel smiled at you, clicking his fingers and you were half a mile up the road from the bunker. “You know this is as close as I can get before I have to walk!” He exclaimed as you looked at him incredulously.

“You’re lucky you’re cute”, you say, starting to walk towards your home.

“You’re lucky she thinks you’re cute”, Dean grumbled and followed after you.

Gabriel hurried forwards and reached into his pocket, handing you one of your favourite candies. You look around at him, smiling and take his hand in yours after you’ve removed the candy from his grasp. You hum contentedly as you continue walking home.

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profeyandere · 8 months

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𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 ─── ☾ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍

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Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Archangel Gabriel x Demon!Reader

Warning: None :)

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

Your heart was beating softly for the first time in the last eleven years after the little offspring of your Lord, the much desired and acclaimed Antichrist that you had waited for so long, had finally appeared in the lives of the rest of humanity as the reminder of evil on the planet and the imminent threat of the End of the World, with which it would take with it any sign of life on Earth and bring with it a hope that an eternal war would begin between the great celestial group, which the human being had adored so much during all its centuries of existence thanks to the biblical writings and the various witnesses of God's miracles, and the opposing side made up of sinners and followers of Satan who had fallen from Heaven with him or joined his ranks shortly after, among which you, the adored angel creator of a few planets in the solar system, found yourself having been, like most souls in Hell, one of the many fallen angels who had acted against the God's plans, either through nefarious acts or absurds questions that had provoked the wrath of your Creator. You were not able to remember exactly how everything happened, but what you could point out without any problem and exactly was your curiosity and the great temptation that was to get a higher position on the social ladder of angels. To get a little more respect and recognition, you had caused yourself to become one of the nocturnal beasts that acted evilly to get humans, the perfect creations of the Lord of Heaven, to fall into the clutches of Satan and suffer the same eternal punishment that you and the rest of your fellow demons had been forced to have. Even though your job wasn't as long-suffering as the one you did in Heaven, mainly because you could do things whenever you wanted and you didn't have anyone demanding when to turn in your advances, and it was definitely no worse than lower-ranked devils than you, the vast majority of whom were in charge of suffering constant punishments or doing too boring forced labor that internally killed every demon that got in their way, but in either case, it was much worse than you supposed it could have been ever been. Temptations had become your order of the day, one every morning that you would have to perfect as time went by, or by telling some fib in between to mention that a certain historical event had happened because of you so that your terrifying new boss hadn't destroyed you or thought you as worthless as those who arrived daily below, but you'd been surprised that one of your own, Crowley, had been consorting for several centuries with one of the angels you'd once known while you were one of them, but with whom you hadn't exchanged as many words with him as the serpent in Eden seemed to have.

You discovered his secret during World War II, at the very moment you made sure that the plane that was carrying a large load of explosives was ready to blow up one of the English cities that you had chosen to continue your duties as a demon on Earth and that this one, by the grace of… Well… You know what I mean, would have been diverted to a Church much further away from what was your meeting point. That sudden change of plans surprised you, mainly because no one had orders to divert its trajectory to a different place, but it seemed that by some demonic miracle, one of the many cities on the British island that suffered constant attacks from the Germans had not blown up. You tracked down the miracle, the place from which it had come, and soon found yourself on the rubble of a ruined church where the bomb must have fallen, leaving everything in its path covered in a fine layer of dust and a mist caused by the explosion that quickly dissipated as soon as a bit of fresh air enveloped what had been a place of dreams. Your position on the rubble allowed you to visualize the demon of sunglasses that was then slowly cleaning them while a series of lamentations from a white-haired man that you couldn't recognize at first was heard in the background; they were Crowley and Aziraphale, the two enemies acting as a team. That sight left you speechless, mainly because you knew what a betrayal of this caliber entailed, and, although you were a few seconds away from disappearing to notify your headquarters of the nefarious actions that the demon was carrying out, you were surprised that both supernatural beings seemed to have helped each other as if they were friends and had obtained quite favorable results from their encounter on Earth.

The conception of a demon being friends with an angel was not in your mind, mainly because you were aware of the great punishment that such disobedience could entail, but, shortly after confronting Crowley during one of the trips he made in his Bentley in insults from various drivers were heard due to the sudden zigzagging of the car, it made you understand that this agreement could even be beneficial for both parts, both for a demon and for an angel, even more so with Armageddon on the way and about to happen, but you did not know what that could cause in your broken and afflicted badly wounded heart. You didn't want to stop Armageddon, at least not completely, but it was almost unavoidable not to intercede so as not to lose everything. Where would you live if the world plunged into a world of lava, explosions, starvation, and desert? What would you do on Saturday afternoons if the cafeteria that you occasionally visited with Crowley disappeared from the universe? How would that Jane Austen story to which you had become so hooked because of Aziraphale's temptations and offer to make his bookstore a place where you felt at home end? How would you feel if in the Great Final Battle, you lost that archangel for whom you had yearned so much from the moment of your mere existence in that wide and cold universe? Why did everything have to be so difficult? Those were questions that would never be answered.

A strong gust of wind caught your attention and, although you wanted to pretend that the presence of the newcomer had not affected you, you saw yourself in the obligation to snort to prevent your smile from becoming so wide that it could cause your mouth to hurt. You weren't in the habit of smiling, rather no demon did except Crowley when he was amused by something or in the company of the sweet white-haired angel, and you didn't want to show any sign of disturbance in your person in front of him; maybe later you would cry, maybe you could burn an entire field in a radius of three kilometers, but you would never allow yourself to show weakness in front of that purple-eyed archangel with whom you had met a few hours ago in what could have been The End of World. "It seems that you had been waiting for me," Gabriel said with an air of grandeur and superiority upon noticing the slight tremor, almost imperceptible, in your shoulders, barely being able to distinguish the features of your face because of your soft hair that waved gently and hid you.. He had to make a mental note that he had to stop appearing like that, or maybe he would never be able to fully see the expressions of the people, demons, or angels he visited. "You will be happy, you have stopped Armageddon. The reason why we have waited so many centuries to find out which side is the best is not going to happen, and all thanks to... What did you call it? 'The power of love'?" Deep down you were unable to tell if he was saying it sarcastically, with anger, or with joy. You never knew how to read the intentions of the Supreme Archangel well during your stay in Heaven, much less now after spending millennia so far from him. It had always been a mystery, both to you and to the rest of the universe. "You've become very funny, haven't you? And here I thought that you would still be the sanctimonious one who walked through the enormous corridors of Heaven with a white robe and a silk sheet around his neck while listening to the praise of others for his person as an egocentric who is not capable of appreciating the unaffiliated work," you murmured with some resentment, placing your hands behind your back while you felt how the tight black suit that held tightly to your shoulders and fell gracefully to the height of your waist. Maybe it was a short garment, but it suited you fabulously.

"It's still happening, not as much as before, but there are still some who are devoted to me, not like others," the archangel commented as he took a couple of steps towards you, keeping a small distance between the two who, according to you, almost seemed kilometers. You were like two people unknown to each other, even if at the beginning of time you had been almost thick and thin. "And it wasn't that white, it was a darker shade. It was silky white, it's like lime color, but a little duller." It didn't take long for your brow to frown upon hearing that, confusing you. "But they are the same thing," you pointed out, turning your gaze towards him, meeting the profile of the archangel who seemed to have a small smile appearing between his lips, even if it was hardly noticeable due to how tense his body was and his attempt to remain serene. That image took away your ability to speak and breathe as if it had somehow even stopped all your thoughts, and hit you so hard it restarted your Windows. You didn't know what the latter meant, but you found it quite amusing, and you had finally been able to make use of that strange phrase used by young people. It was true that Gabriel, when you met him, and had the opportunity to work with him on one of the first projects that involved the creation of the universe, that was its design and the shape of the 'stars' and some of the 'planets' that would envelop the Earth and be part of the Milky Way, had presented himself as someone good, attentive, just as an angel should be and even more so one of a position like his, although quite strict and slightly distant with those inferiors to his title. In short, there was nothing to him but low-ranking angels who were best ignored. Perhaps you were not by the side of the gray-haired man as long as other colleagues who had the same mission as you, but you felt recognized with each look and smile from him, which quickly became your main reason to work with more impetus and you win at his side in the great project that God had entrusted to you. Making Gabriel proud was something that you felt you needed because of the way he would reward you, and turn his violet eyes towards you to congratulate you on your great effort. Many would criticize you, in fact, some angels assumed that something strange must happen to you for the simple fact that your adorable smile became more prominent when you saw the archangel near you or when you simply saw him. You adored Gabriel in so many ways that it could have scared anyone but, being an angel, that wasn't so strange either. You were made to love, so what did it matter if you wanted a little more from one of them? Everyone has a favorite, and yours was the supreme archangel. You loved him, and you wanted to do everything possible to have his approval.

"I would like to agree with you and, although at first glance one color and the other seem the same, it is their shades that distinguish them from each other. They are variants," Gabriel commented, interlacing the fingers of his hands to try to have a more authoritative position under your intense gaze, looking at you out of the corner of his eye before returning to observe the dark sky that had settled over you with the passing of the minutes, being able to distinguish the great endless number of lights that were some of the small stars in the firmament that perhaps Crowley should have created so many millennia ago.

"It's still white, no matter where you look at it," you claimed, shrugging your shoulders, adjusting the jacket that surrounded your torso a little, fixing yourself on it for a moment before recriminating his point. "My jacket is black, but it can be completely black, an obsidian or ebony tone, but it's still black no matter how much you try to distinguish the exact tone," you commented, adjusting the garment to your body to prevent the coolness of the night from sneaking in between the flaps of the same. "Are we really arguing about the perception we have of colors? Maybe I'm color blind, and I'm not as perfect as God planned." You could make out the small frown that appeared on the archangel's face. You had inadvertently used a higher tone of voice than usual, making you feel like a stupid devil who was unable to control your emotions, but honestly, who did? Even Crowley, who had spent the longest time on Earth with his dear angel, had been unable to show him his true feelings. Why couldn't you hide them too, or accept them if he hadn't already?

"We may be discussing a trivial matter, but just as I cannot allow you to say that the shades of white are the same, you cannot say that what shines so bright in the sky, that orange sphere, is a star," indicated the archangel as he raised his arm a little to point to the ball of orange tones that he had mentioned, making you frown for making such a comparison that almost seemed sacrilege towards you.

"You can't say that Saturn is a star. Who in their right mind would?"

Your tone full of indignation amused Gabriel, causing a snort to come out of his lips, lightening the atmosphere around you a bit. It had been the first time in centuries that someone had made him laugh in that genuine, reserved way, and it was precisely because of that that he realized how much he had missed you, even a demon. He always admired the way you had worked so hard to please God, even if, deep down, you had never done it for your Creator, and he found your devotion to each of your creations that still roam the universe to this day enchanting. Therefore, contrary to what he might have thought to do to continue with the creation of the cosmos, he took the trouble to show you one of the most recent planets to which you had shown such devotion from the moment of its mere creation. He could still remember the way you complained about the cold of the expansive and dark universe, how warm your body felt against his when he cradled you between his three great wings, and the way your eyes sparkled with wonder at the various rings of Saturn revolving around the planet along with the many moons that accompanied it. That last one wasn't a design error, you yourself thought that the planet's design was slightly simple and that perhaps the big planet must have had more than just rings to decorate its slightly lonely background surrounded by space rocks. Gabriel missed those times a lot, and, seeing you next to him, only caused the memories so hidden in his mind to resurface quickly. In the back of his mind, he could still hear the loud guffaws of joy coming from your lips, which even reached Pluto and got stuck there waiting for your return, and on the huge Moon, you could still hear your cries asking for forgiveness for what happened.

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perplexedflower · 2 years

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SPN Drabbles - 2/14: Kitchen Make Up

Fandom: Supernatural.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Gabriel x Female Reader.

Type: Drabble.

Words: 550.

Chronology: Any season.

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"You're still here... and you're making pancakes?"

I stared dumbfounded at Gabriel, standing in the middle of my kitchen, a frying pan in hand. Hearing the sound of my voice, he turned around and beamed a smile.

"Oh, good morning sunshine." He said joyfully.

"Don't smile at me like that, Gabe. I thought I had made it clear when I told you I wanted you out of this house last night."

"And I thought I had made it clear when I told you I wouldn't leave until this entire thing would be sorted out."

"There's nothing to sort out." I told him with a sigh.

"Oh, sure there is." He replied without looking at me, too busy flipping a pancake in his pan. "You told me you wanted to risk your life going on a hunt that could kill you and the Winchesters, I tried to talk you out of it, and you kicked me out because of it."

"Because I don't want you to talk me out of it. I want you to support me in my decision, and tell me it'll go as planned and that everything will be fine. Because I love hunting, and-"

"And I love you." He cut me off with slight bitterness in his voice. "I love you, [Y/N]. That's why I don't want you to go, that's why I'm being so overprotective with you. Not because I want you to stop doing what you love doing."

I was taken aback by his words and their straightforwardness, leaving me silent. Gabriel took a few steps toward me, walking away from the stove.

"And you can't deny you love me back, you've made this fact very clear, sweetheart. And... I'm sure I'm not the only one of us not wanting such a pointless quarrel to damage our relationship."

I looked up into his eyes, so warm and tender, and read the sincerity of his words in them. I knew he was right and had a point, but I hated to admit it. I looked over his shoulder before crossing my arms on my chest.

"Well, if what you want is make up for last night, you won't buy me back with pancakes."

"Who even said they were for you?" He asked sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes as I watched him make his way back to the stove, and add one more pancake to a pile stacked on a plate, on the counter.

"Like you're gonna eat this many." I scoffed.

"You wanna bet?" He asked playfully as he raised an eyebrow.

Looking at the counter, I realized he had made quite the mess, and that my kitchen was in a pitiful state.

"Why did you go through all this trouble anyway? You could've just snapped all these pancakes into existence."

"Because I wanted to make them, not create them." Gabriel said lovingly, a hint of passion in his tone. "I wanted to bake them myself, for you. They wouldn't have been the same if I had just materialized them."

Listening to him, I felt ashamed: I had put myself before his feelings, but he was still so caring toward me.

"Gabe..."

I slowly walked up behind him and gently circled his waist as I rested my head on his back.

"... Let's talk over some pancakes, honey."

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archangelgabriellives · 10 months

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When Gabriel kisses you, it feels like nothing you've felt before. It's freezing and boiling and intoxicating all together. You never wanted to be torn from the grip of your archangel. He crowds you against the wall, hoisting one of your legs up just enough to change the angle of his hips thrusting against you. It's too good, so good when teeth hit your neck, dragging across your throat, biting marks across your skin and sending you higher and higher. You never want it to end, being caressed and cared for; to be the one that this holy being wants to shower with affection and heavenly attention. It made you feel worthy. Clean. Deserving of someone's love. As if he could hear your thoughts, his touches became even softer, gentle fingers pushing your face closer to his so he could shower you with kisses, the tenderness in his touches sending tears down your cheeks. "Don't cry, my sweet," he whispers, "I love you." And the sentiment sends even more tears falling, and you clutch the angel closer to you. You love him more than any words could describe; the fire that follows his fingers across your skin, the tightness in your chest when his eyes gaze into yours, the absolutely heady feeling of unconditional love. Your hand grabs at the back of Gabriel's neck, pulling him closer and kissing those lips until you were breathless. Nothing could compare to this, it was electric, and you never wanted it to end.

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angelkissiies · 2 years

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sweets

archangel gabriel x reader

CW/TW : restlessness, talk of porn, sensuality, fluff, romance, literal soul bonding moment, upset brothers, cheeky gabriel, slight nsfw (like barely).

word count : 2021

a/n : this is completely based off of a tag i started using about a year ago “if gabriel was sucking on a lollipop and then transferred it into my mouth I wouldn’t be depressed anymore lol” so enjoy!

The library was incredibly dull, more than usual today it seemed. None of the books drew your attention, you tried to study the lore in your spare time- seeing as you weren’t as seasoned as Sam and Dean, but today it was just incredibly hard to find the drive. The spines were cracked and breaking down, pages filled with hard to read notes that the previous men of letters had left for future generations. The restlessness that had pulled you out of bed persisted, no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself.

It was 3:25am, the bunker was dead silent other than the slight hum of electrical energy circulating through the decades old machinery in the control room. You sat silently at the research tables, fingers grazing over the spines of the books you’d chosen from the shelf earlier. You could only wonder how many hands had touched this same book, how many times it had been used to save lives- but here you were, dreading even looking at it.

With a huff you stood up and made your way through the winding hallway that connected to the kitchen, you felt around on the wall for a second before finding the light switch and flicking it on. It took a few tries but the fluorescent light began to shutter on with an obnoxious hum. It flickered slightly but that was normal, this places electricity was finicky.

You scanned the room, eyeing the open cabinet space for anything that you deemed appetizing. There were the usual pantry staples like peanut butter, crackers, canned vegetables, stuff you really didn’t have a taste for. That was, until you spotted a bag of candy tucked behind the canned goods. It was most definitely Dean’s, seeing as he’s the only one who’d hide something so badly that you barely had to look for it. You pulled the bag out, inspecting the contents.

The bag was filled to the brim with lollipops, an unlikely candy choice you’d ever expect from Dean- but you weren’t complaining. The flavors ranged from cherry to some even as wild as chocolate cake. Nothing like you’d ever really heard of before.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You spoke aloud, pulling a blue raspberry one from the bag. It was your favorite flavor, a timeless classic- in your opinion. You crumpled up the wrapper in your hand before attempting to throw it into the trash bin from across the room, as you expected, you failed miserably and it landed in the floor. You decided to grab a couple more from the bag for safe keeping before heading back into the library.

The room didn’t seem so overwhelming now, though you still didn’t plan on doing any research. That could wait till tomorrow. Instead, you pulled Sam’s laptop off of the charger and settled into the armchair in the corner of the room. As you opened it up, the first pop up was definitely not what you expected.

“Busty blondes, huh?” You snickered to yourself, closing that tab out before opening a new one. You were so wrapped up in what you were doing that you didn’t hear the flutter of wings, signaling an angels entrance into the bunker.

“Well, well, well. (Y/n).. I didn’t take you for the late night porn escapade type.”

Your heart pretty much leaped out of your chest as you slammed the laptop closed, head almost doing a complete 360 as you looked for the owner of the voice. It wasn’t unusual to get a random message from Gabriel in a disembodied voice, it was his favorite way of fucking with you. This time, it was definitely not a disembodied voice. He very much was there.

Gabriel stood just behind you, leaning over the half bookshelf where he was able to see the computer screen before you closed it. “Did i startle you? My bad.” He smirked, moving around the bookshelf to lean against the research table.

You huffed lightly, embarrassed enough for the next century. “No, no. I wasn’t watching porn. It’s just Sam’s laptop- and also yes. Of course you startled me, you tend to just appear.” You stated, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back into the chair.

“Oh yeah? So Sam was looking up 70’s pornos? I took him for more of a blondes kinda guy.” He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as well. He looked.. different tonight. He was wearing a black button up with matching black dress pants. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms and the top buttons of his shirt had been neglected- this was far from how he usually dressed. He must have had something or maybe someone important to go attend to today.

It took a second to process what he said, but when he did it couldn’t have been more crystal clear. He’d been watching you, that’s the only way he could’ve known- unless the blondes thing was really just a good guess. “How long have you been here, Gabriel?” You questioned, squinting at him in impartial curiosity. You never really minded when he just popped in, he was a fun guy to be around, not to mention he was very nice to look at. Despite how much you liked to look at him- he was an archangel, so off limits, the brothers made that very clear.

The man shrugged lightly, “Maybe ten minutes, just in time to see the fun stuff though.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair before pulling a chair out from the table and turning it so it faced you. “I do have a question though.”

You furrowed your brows, relaxing a little more now that he was eye level with you. It made you nervous when people stood when having a conversation sitting down. “Okay, shoot. I might have an answer for you.” Something about this made you feel like you’d regret it later, his curiosity was never the innocent kind.

“Why 70’s pornos? I mean, we both know there are much better modern ones. The oldies are cheesy.” He asked, his hands resting under his chin now, he was so causal- he always made you feel comfortable around him.

The answer wasn’t so easy to explain though, between the niche of 70’s porn and the embarrassment you felt from being caught doing such on Sam’s laptop of all things. You swished the lollipop around in your mouth, attempting to find a suitable answer. One that was honest, but not too vulnerable.

“Well, I mean, it’s cringey but good. The films are cheesy but I don’t mind that. Modern stuff is just much too.. aggressive.” You explained, your answer was genuine but you weren’t quite sure why you were as honest as you’d been. “Anyways, what are you doing here?”

Gabriel smiled leaning back in the wooden chair, hands resting on his knees. His eyes wandered down to your lips before turning back to your eyes, “I wanted to see you, talk to you actually.”

The way he looked at you made your heart flutter but you swallowed those feelings down, focusing on his words instead. “Is everything okay?” You pulled the now empty stick from your mouth, throwing it in the bin beside the chair as you opened a new one. This one was chocolate flavored and as you popped it into your mouth, the flavor lived up to its name.

He gave a quick nod, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Everything’s fine, I swear.” His eyes were simmering with something deeper, an intensity you’d never seen from him before. He reached out to caress your face, touching you with the utmost tenderness before moving to pull the lollipop from your lips.

Without missing a beat, he popped the lollipop into his mouth, letting out a sinful groan. His lips upturned into a wicked smile, “Chocolate with a hint of something much sweeter.” He commented, twirling the lollipop around on his tongue.

You felt your face begin to heat up, heart skipping beats. Was this real? You had to be dreaming, there was no way this was actually happening. “Gabriel-,” you began, only to be cut off.

“Tell me your don’t like it and I’ll stop.” He swore, hand brushing against your thigh. His skin was so warm compared to your own from being stuck in the cool bunker for so long. The contrast was nice, if you were being honest with yourself, it was much more than nice. “I won’t do anything unless you say it’s okay.”

Something over took you, as you leaned toward to come closer to the man- your hand moved up to swipe the lollipop out of his mouth. You threw it hazardously onto the floor, pulling him in to crash your lips against his. It was sweet, he tasted like chocolate and mint. As if he’d been preparing for this.

Gabriel’s hands hooked under your thighs, pulling you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. He let his hands wander, memorizing the curvature of your body. He couldn’t help hold onto you like this moment was fleeting, but by the way you pressed your body against his- he knew you were here to stay. He broke this kiss, gripping onto your hips to keep you still. “We don’t have to go any further than this, sweetheart. You know that.”

You gripped onto his shirt for dear life, not wanting him to slip through your fingers. “I want you to kiss me again, please.” You murmured, hands moving to busy themselves with his buttons. “I just want to kiss you so badly.”

A cheeky smirk played on his lips, he moved a hand up to rest on the nape of your neck. He gently began to guide you down to his lips, before stopping abruptly. There was barely a centimeter between the two of you, warm breath puffing across each other’s faces. He leaned in a bit to brush his lips against yours but nothing more than that, which earned an annoyed groan from you.

“Take a breath, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” He instructed, eyes taking in all he could. From this close, he could see the sunbursts in your eyes and the seasonal freckles that were so light you could barely see them. He loved it, he loved knowing that there were still things about you he’d get to learn and love everyday.

You followed his directions, taking in a deep breath and releasing it in one fluid motion. Your face was tinted pink, still flustered from this whole thing. You were sitting on the lamp of one of the most powerful creatures in the world, the most baffling thing- no man ever looked at you before, but Gabriel didn’t just look at you- he felt you. In the moment, it was as if you two had become one. He felt your emotions reverberate from inside of him, echoing in his chest.

Gabriel closed the gap, pressing his lips against your own. This time was different, there was no urgency. No need to fast track it all. It was slow and sentimental. He needed you. All he felt was you. His hands caressed the skin just under the fabric of your shirt, he didn’t dare to go further as it was unnecessary. He just wanted to touch you. To feel your skin against his own. He ached for you.

The light suddenly flickered on, pretty much blinding the both of you- as the room was previously at the mercy of a table lamp you had turned on earlier.

“What the fuck, is that-?”

“Gabriel?”

The voices of the two very commonly known as Sam and Dean made you freeze in place. It was Dean’s rule not to date angels, but yet here you were caught, sitting on the lap of none other than the archangel Gabriel.

“Oh! Hey guys, whatcha doing?” You smiled, pretending they couldn’t see the scene that appeared in front of their very eyes.

They both scowled at you, crossing their arms as they stood in the doorway in their sleep robes. “You have explaining to do, right now-,” Dean demanded, only to be cut off by Gabriel.

The man chuckled, not wanting to let go of you. “Yeah, well, there will be explaining done. Just not right now. See you guys later!” Before the brothers could even protest, the two of you were gone.

“The archangel, really? It could’ve been anyone else.”

“She has very poor taste in men.”

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ohwowimlonley · 2 years

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DAY SEVEN

Gabriel + praise kink

[warnings - thigh riding, shy!sub!fem!reader, dom!gabriel, praise kink]

[word count - 1497]

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Barely holding back a whimper, you push the book away and twist around, your chest brushing against his own. He doesn’t back away, daring you to do so with a cocky arch of an eyebrow.

For a few, agonisingly silent seconds, you stay like that; breathing in each other’s closeness and eyeing each other’s lips. It took a while for you to register his question, even longer for you to force your brain to churn out a response. A simple, “uhm- reading?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” He leans back, and air rushes into your once-barren lungs. Gabriel knows just how to push your buttons - to bring you to the cusp of humiliation only to bring the heat down and let you calm, watches you piece your mind back together.

“Telling you?” Again, your voice lifts at the end and Gabriel can’t stop his childish guffaw - one you find yourself giggling along with, resting your head on his shaking shoulder. His hand comes up, circles around your own shoulders and turns to smooth his lips across your forehead.

Things go silent again. He breaths in the scent of your hair, noses over your hairline. You slump back onto the table, hands supporting you to sit upright and staring up at the angel with lovelorn eyes.

“Let’s go to bed, pretty girl,” his fingers grasp your shoulder and then the pair of you are blinked away; wind whooshing in your ears for the short few seconds it takes Gabriel to fly you to your room. Often, you don’t see the point of using his wings for such a short distance but his fleeting touches had left you breathless and likely unable to put one foot in front of the other. You land on the frigid stone of your bedroom floor with a gasp.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” You peer up at him, raise an eyebrow and jut out your bottom lip. It was a gamble, sure. He’d likely tease you for eternity, but it was something you could live with if he rewarded you with a night alone.

He snaps his fingers, another dramatic show of his angelic prowess, and appears under your quilt - looking the picture of both sin and innocence with his bottom lip tucked behind his teeth. He pulls the covers back, and you’re almost startled how natural it feels to have him invite you into your own bed. Obedient, you crawl across the mattress and into his awaiting arms.

“Good girl,” he slips a hand underneath your shirt, up the small of your back and curling round the heated skin of your waist, smirking as he feels the tingles shoot down your spine, “you like that, don’t you? Being my good girl?”

You whined, small but definite and nodded, your cheek brushing against his stubble as you did so. He pulled you closer to him, hooking your thigh over his hip and pressing your clothed cunt to his thigh. Unable to help yourself, you chased the pressure against your clit, hiding your face in the sanctity of Gabriel’s neck.

“C’mon, use your words like a good girl,” he encouraged, gripping your hip to halt your movements until you responded. With a sudden lack of stimulation, you couldn’t help the petulant cry flying past your lips, echoing throughout the room and likely waking the brothers in the adjacent rooms, “whining isn’t good girl behaviour, is it baby?”

“I’m sorry, m’sorry, I’m a good girl- I promise,” you babble, desperate in your attempts to wriggle out of his vice grip and press yourself against him in search of pleasure. He releases his grip, allowing you to roll your body closer to his, searching for the feeling of his once denim but now soft cotton clad thigh against your core.

“There you go, well done!” And it might have been condescending, but you didn’t notice with the way his hot breath dusted over your hypersensitive skin, “take this off, honey. Wanna see your pretty tits,”

Unable to voice even the simplest of words for a response, you raise your arms, let him pull your oversized tee over your head, leaving you in nothing but your stretchy bike shorts and thin lace panties. He helped you along, tensed his thigh with each grind of your hips to give you even more friction. You closed your eyes to fight off the embarrassment filling your body, focusing on the delicious spark of his warmth against you.

“You’re so pretty, my pretty pretty baby,” he brought a hand up, thumbed over your newly exposed nipples, stimulating them into hardened buds in the brisk air of your bedroom, “oh, just look how responsive you are for me, baby,”

He twists on the bud, pulls on it in time to the languid strokes of you against his smooth muscle. You’re sure that your panting must annoy him, stuttered yet harsh breaths hitting the underside of his impressive jawline; but he makes no move to shuffle away from the offense.

“Gabe- I can’t-“ you’re struggling, straining for something more because there’s simultaneously so much yet not enough and there’s a fire burning in the pit of your belly but you need something to stoke the flames, “please, please,”

“You can do it, baby,” he croons, lips brushing the shell of your ear with every word, “c’mon, you’re my best girl. I know you can do it all by yourself,”

He’s wrong and you’re sure of it, but his soft encouragement gives you the will to rut against him with more force, arch into his hands with greater fervor. The fabric of your underwear catches your clit with every desperate drag of your hips, spreading your wetness all over the inside of your thighs. Slick permeates through your layers, scribbling a messy painting of arousal over the grey joggers he adornes.

“Look how pretty you are,” he relinquishes his grip on your hip, slides the palm of his hand up the expanse of your abdomen and over your breasts, landing at your neck where he plants his fingers at the base of your skull. His thumb rests on the junction between your jaw and ear, pulling so you face him properly; your pleasure-gaunt eyes boring into his own, “my good girl, getting off all by herself,”

You parrot the words back to him, mind clouded from the torturous thrumming of your oversensitive button as it grinds against your counterpart. The pressure builds in your stomach, bubbling just under the precipice of release before Gabriel begins to shake his leg. Ever so gently, it heightens the stimulation to the point where you have to grab fistfuls of his shirt in order to silence yourself.

“Go on, princess. Show me all those pretty noises,” he jostles you even further, grinning as your cohesive strokes turn to shaky humps against his smooth muscle, “gimmie a moan an’ I’ll let you cum,”

You comply, loosening your jaw and allowing a wanton moan to flow past your trembling lips. He pulls you in for a kiss; sweet but messy and your saliva practically drenches each other’s faces. Offhandedly, you notice this is the first time he’s kissed you - but you push the thought to the back of your mind because he’s licking at your teeth and squeezing at your tit and tensing his thigh under your cunt and it’s all too much so you cry out into the kiss and let your high wash over you.

You shake in his grasp now, closing your eyes against the overwhelming throes of your orgasm and finding a comforting solace in the way Gabriel’s thumb strokes across the underside of your jaw.

“Good girl,” the words swim across your mind, aware of their presence in the air but not fully absorbing them until he makes eye contact with you, “my good, good girl,”

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lost-between-letters · 2 years

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Date Out

Pairing: Gabriel X Reader (she/her)

Requested by: anon

Written for: my 300 follower celebration

Word Count: 602

Summary: a sweet moment of Gabriel being in love with you.

A/N: yes the title is supposed to be a spin on time-out, no I refuse to apologize for the bad joke. Have fun reading!

Gabriel had watched the very creation of the world. Watched Dad plant the first flowers, picked out the colour for the beaches during sunrise and created the very smell of a wet forest in summer.

And still, when Y/N threw her head back in true joy - for once her laughter not buried behind her hands - Gabriel was mesmerized. It was rare to see her so carefree these days - the end of the world took a toll on everyone, yes, even the only archangel in hiding.

But what was unacceptable was that Y/N hadn't been on a date in forever. So Gabriel had hatched a plan, got Sam and Dean involved against some heavenly favours and freed his favourite hunter of her usual duties (and a group of demons, but that wasn't the point). It had to have its perks to date him, right?

Even if she almost never accepted Gabriel's attempts at romance or making her life easier. Damn humans and their pride and misplaced sense of self fulfillment in getting your hands dirty.

Right now, that didn't matter.

What mattered was that Y/N was finally laughing at one of his more stupider jokes and was eating the food they had cooked together.

"You're glowing brighter than the stars."

Y/N stopped in her tracks, an adorable perplexed expression on her face.

Wait, did he just say that out loud? Apparently.

So Gabriel rolled with it. He leaned over the kitchen island and planted a kiss on her chin. "Sweetcheeks, close that pretty mouth or the flies may get some ideas."

"You're joking," Y/N chuckled though her face was bright red and her voice wavered subtly.

Yeah no. Gabriel looked up at the ceiling and threw his hands up dramatically. "How dare you accuse me of such foolery! I'd never lie in such serious matters."

Aaand that was the wrong approach. Her lips were still stretched in a smile but her eyes flickered briefly with hurt.

Immediately, he dropped the farce and now fully rounded the table to get to Y/N's side, not caring about the food he might be splattering on the ground.

"Oh no, we're not doing that."

Y/N watched him with confusion all over her face (she seemed to be watching him like that pretty often - Gabriel didn't know why), her fingers drumming on the table. "What?"

"You thinking I'm not serious and will inevitably start spiralling, obviously," Gabriel said and threw his arm around her shoulders. She huffed but didn't stop him. A good sign that he took as encouragement to keep talking, "so yes, you are shining brighter than the stars and as someone who witnessed the making of them, you can trust my judgement."

For a moment, Y/N was so silent Gabriel feared that he accidentally stopped time again. Then, when the initial panic really set in, she punched him. Hard.

"Ouch?!" He rubbed his shoulder, rather taken off guard than actually hurt, "what was that for?"

Y/N punched him again. In the same place. But the smile was back and more genuine than ever so Gabriel could live with the assault. "Stop. Complimenting. Me!"

"Why?"

"You can't just throw those things at me and actually mean them!" She complained and - oh. She was blushing.

Someone liked praise. A lot. Gabriel filed that information away for later.

But first he had to kiss the shit out of Y/N. "I'm so sorry my love. Can I make it up to you?"

"You better," she pulled him in by the collar of his shirt which he followed oh so willingly.

Oh yeah, Gabriel had chosen the right one.

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fandomimaginesftw · 2 years

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Can I please request a fic for Gabriel and a female hunter reader. She gets hurt out on a hunt & asks her boyfriend Gabriel if he can heal her. Also this is the first time she's asking him to heal her so she's a little embarrassed about it.

Word Count: 472

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and injuries, fluffy Gabriel

SPN Tags: @carryonmyswansong @mogaruke @hobby27

Y/N hissed as her side, gushing blood through the fabric of her shirt, stung like hell. She frowned, anger eating at her inside as she thought about what had happened over and over. She wasn’t sure what even happened, she guessed she just got sloppy, which never happened. Dean looked at her through the rearview mirror, concern furrowing his brow.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Y/N just groaned in response, pushing her palm into her torn side. That damn werewolf had taken a huge chunk out of her right before she put it down like the dog it was. Sam turned his torso towards the back of the Impala, handing her an oil stained towel that had been stuffed into the passenger door handle. Probably from Dean fixing up Baby. She took it, pressing against her wound once again, grunting at Dean to hurry the hell up.

Once they got to the bunker, Y/N stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of whiskey before heading to the bathroom to grab some dental floss and a needle from the first aid kit the three of them had made not too long before their hunt. Y/N took their shirt off, looking at the true damage. It was a lot worse than they thought. The teeth marks alone would send anyone into unconsciousness if they werent a hunter. They started to close up the wound, taking a deep drink of he whiskey before pouring it on top.

“Y/N? What happened?” A familiar angelic voice questioned, making Y/N jump. She turned to look where the disembodied voice came from and saw Gabriel. She sighed softly, turning to look at him completely. His eyes fell onto her wound, widening in shock. He walked over to her, hands going right for the bite. Y/N put her hand on his shoulder, stopping him from touching her. He looked up, hurt in his eyes. “Why won't you let me heal you, dollface?” Y/N rolled her eyes, turning back towards the sink to take care of the rest of her wound.

“Because, it’s a waste of your grace, Gabriel. Thai was my mistake, I deserve to take care of it myself.” He frowned, wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned into him, on instinct, and within a few seconds, her pain subsided. She looked into the mirror, noticing that her wound was completely healed. She groaned, turning around in his grasp. He kissed her forehead, offering a soft smile.

“You know, you don’t always have to be such a badass all the time. It’s okay to ask for help.” She narrowed her eyes at him, then a smile she couldn't hold back brightened her face. She pressed her lips to his, hugging him tightly, a silent thank you shared between the two.

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emisanemu · 2 years

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Give It Up For Fallen Glory

Gabriel x Plus-size!Female! Reader

(Word count: 4248)

(Rating: M)

(Warnings: strong language, blood, death, murder, just a lot of rough stuff)

(Description: Everyone has a story.)

Your fingers slide gracefully across the keys of your laptop, small 'clacking' sounds following each letter you typed. The lore website loaded slowly, your pen sat still on the table beside you, still warm from the notes you've been taking. You can smell the pungent odour of the fresh black pen ink, probably still wet on the paper of your little journal. You can feel the slight heat radiating from your MacBook, most likely from overuse, or maybe because you haven't replaced it in years. Your nose also catches the faint scent of your now cold coffee, long abandoned next to you as you threw yourself into your research.

You were trying to find whatever information there was available on lake monsters, and besides catalogues of articles about the Loch Ness monster, there wasn't much to be found. I mean, who even believes in lake monsters, sure there's the occasional picture of some blurry log in a dark lake that people claim is some elusive cryptid. Other than that, you haven't found a lot of relevant information, at least not for the case you were looking in to. Young men, between the ages of 25 and 30 disappearing. They had all been swimming within the same area, streams and small rivers that all pour water from the local lake. Of course the first thought from Dean was a lake monster, for being a seasoned hunter, some of his ideas were a little...out there at times. Nonetheless here you were, wasting away in front of an old ass laptop researching lake monsters.

Sam and Dean had gotten all "feded" up to go ask questions around the town. People are obviously more than willing to discuss lake monsters. Not. So you stayed back hoping to find a more reasonable answer, something with at least a few pages of credible research behind it but so far, no ball. Your eyes felt weary and your back ached from being hunched over uncomfortably in front of the small screen, your hands cramped up from taking useless notes. Man you really needed a vacation at some point, it would only be a matter of convincing the boys and Cas, well and your new tag along, archangel Gabriel himself. He has proven to be a helpful asset but also a major pain in the ass. He was somehow messier than Dean, leaving his candy wrappers anyway he went, angels don't even need to eat, you swear he does just to spite you.

At least he kept himself sparse for the most part, he would either tag along with Sam and Dean or bother Cas who was always on some random heaven related mission. Thankfully that left you with down time, even if your downtime consisted of nonsense research. Sometimes you liked the nonsense, it was like a little unwanted learning experience.

"Heyo!"

Speaking of unwanted. His voice sounded overly chipper, maybe even to the point where it was being forced. Now you just wanted to have a real lake monster come through the window and take you hostage, like a water king kong, except with drowning you instead of carrying you to the top of the Empire State Building. Or maybe you could just slam your face into your laptop hard enough it put you out for a few hours. Two unreasonable options but probably more enjoyable than a one sided flirty conversation with the faux trickster.

"Yes Gabriel?"

You don't even pull your eyes away from your screen, maybe he'd take the hint and flutter off somewhere. That was only a hope, angels weren't much for subtlety, they were actually quite abrasive, except for Cas, he was more awkward than brash like Gabriel.

"Just seeing what the pretty lady was up to, which is-"

He pauses for a moment to eye your computer screen.

"Sea monster research?"

You could hear the amusement in his voice, it was kind of funny. A hunter with years of training and lives saved under her belt looking at articles about cryptids and fairytales. There was no perspective that could make this seem normal, it could only really be seen as funny, like some messed up comedy routine.

"Actually, it's lake monsters, which probably isn't any better now that I say it."

You laugh a bit at the end of your sentence, trying to suppress giggles that were building in your throat. You finally turned around to meet Gabriel's gaze, the sea- erm, lake monsters could wait a second.

"Is there something that you want Gabriel."

Your voice sounds flat and kind of annoyed, and your face definitely matches as Gabriel reaches to scratch his chin like some cartoon character. Gabriel was at times a living cartoon character, at least he was funny.

"Why don't you..tell me a story, your story."

His statement comes out "matter a factly". But you just look and feel a bit bewildered, your story? The saga of your life? Or maybe why you're looking up damn lake monsters? But the look in his eyes answers your question, he wants THE story.

"I don't have a story Gabriel."

The words roll of your tongue, a clear tell that you have said that same thing before, that you had brushed people off a million times. Why did he want to know? I mean he's an angel, he's seen all and knows all, he could just read your mind and figure it all out.

"Of course you do, all you hunters have one, some sobbing heartbreaking story of why you became a hunter, who or what brought you into the life and I know everyone else's but yours, so please, do tell."

You could feel your jaw clenching, anger building in your chest, heat rising to your face. You wanted to punch him, how dare he ask you that, and especially like that. He was so condescending at times, like all the times he tried to be understanding it was a lie. You were practically seething, and for once, Gabriel looked scared, fear brewing in his honey coloured eyes.

"Go to hell Gabriel, I don't owe you any answers or any story or anything for that matter."

Your words came out as venom, like the bite of a snake. Your teeth were grinding painfully, the enamel almost wearing off into your mouth, your throat felt dry and constricted. Your hands shook to an almost painful degree as you all but slammed your laptop shut, the noise echoed through the room, cutting through the uncomfortable silence. You could almost feel the wince that came from Gabriel as you packed your things into your brown side satchel, you just needed some air. At least that's what you told yourself, you wanted to run until your lungs burned and your legs were numb, to keep going until you collapsed into some ditch, somehow that would feel less painful than this moment.

"Hey, just hold on."

Gabriel punctuated his words with his hand on your own, in some almost pitiful attempt of stopping you from running out, to stop you from hiding. This only furthered your anger as you slapped his hand away, your eyes shot daggers at the angel, you almost wished an angel blade would manifest itself, give you some comfort and freedom. You just wanted to be free from the prison of your mind, and you felt hopeful as you went to walk out the door. Your legs moved fast until they suddenly stopped, your whole body stopped, like a giant hand had wrapped itself around you keeping you firm in your place. You tried to move, to get to the door, to feel the air of outside on your skin but it was no use. You were trapped and immediately you knew why, Gabriel.

His grace had wrapped around you like a cage, keeping you immobile, stuck just like you have always been. He had no right, no right to ask questions that didn't need answers and no right to keep you here.

"Gabriel, let me go right now, I've been plenty gracious to you but I promise you I'll do whatever it takes for you to let me go if you don't do it on your own."

You meant every word, in this moment you could probably kill him with little to no remorse. That was a horrible thought but you couldn't help it, you felt naked and vulnerable, like Gabriel had stripped you down and thrown you in front of the eyes of a million people. It was like those nightmares where you show up to high school in nothing but your socks and shoes, embarrassing and horrible and just angry. In this moment though, your emotions were a bomb, and you didn't know which awful feeling would ignite it first. You had a suspicion it would be sadness as hot burning tears stung the corners of your eyes. A choking feeling was rising in your chest, creating a painful knot in your throat. It was rushing to the surface faster than you could push it down.

"Gabriel, please, let me go. You- you can't do this."

You felt pitiful with the way your voice cracked as you begged, if you could get to your knees you would sing your pleas like prayers and hope they didn't fall into deaf ears.

"YN..."

Gabriel came around to stand in front of you, his golden honey eyes looked stormy, like the eye of the hurricane in physical form. His pink lips were pulled into a tight line, eyebrows furrowed in worry. You had seen Gabriel in pain, on his knees begging for mercy but you had never seen him like this, with remorse brewing deep within his being. His contention almost brought you comfort, soothed the sinking feeling in your chest. Almost, but not quite. Even if he DID feel conflicted about his actions, at this moment nothing could calm the waves crashing in your brain, drowning any rational thoughts you were having.

"I'm sorry, I just, I didn't want you to leave. I know I pushed it but I'm so sorry, and I understand if you don't want to but you can tell me, I'll listen, I can help you Y/N."

He sounded truly sincere, Gabriel never felt sorry, at times you wondered if he could even comprehend true human emotions. In this moment you knew he could, that he wasn't just being comforting or luring you into some false sense of security, he was being unabashedly honest. Even so, you couldn't just tell him, you're not sure you'd even survive explaining what the air smelled like on that day, but you yearned for relief, for someone else to feel your agony so you didn't have to.

"Gabe...I can't, I can't say it."

You meant it, there was no possible way you could fathom voicing your biggest pain, but, you wanted to.

"You don't have to say anything, just let me see, it may be uncomfortable, but I won't do anything to hurt you, I would never."

You knew what he meant, you knew what he could do, how he could save you from your own internal turmoil so you just nodded. A slow painful nod that helped tears finally drop from your already puffy eyes. Your eyes which allowed you to see Gabriel slowly approaching you, weary that you may change your mind at any turn, that you would you scream at him, but you didn't. You didn't even move as he placed a warm gently hand over your forehead and you were suddenly gone.

Warm air blew through your clothes and hair, the scent of wildflowers and summer grass staining your body and travelling up your nose. You were surrounded by tall grass and little dandelions, birds chirped over head and the sun warmed your skin gloriously. You could feel the cold dirt beneath your bare feet, the foliage tickled your legs, but you loved it, you loved how the world felt on your skin, it was comfortable.

“Y/N, supper is almost done, bring yourself inside now.”

Her voice is sweet, a slight but barely there twang. She sounds like hot chocolate on Christmas, warm and inviting. You dust your small hands on your dress and skip to your front porch, it’s a white wooden wrap around porch, it shows clear signs of aging and weather damage but it still stands, strong and beautiful. The front door is slightly ajar, in front of it sits a straw like ‘welcome’ mat, the ‘W’ is slightly worn away so it looks more like it says ‘velvome’. You can smell the savoury scent of homemade cooking, it engulfs you as you walk through the threshold of the door. A dog greats you, she’s an aged sheep dog, slightly dull black and brown fur with small white patches scattered about. She is rounder, a clear sign she’s been well taken care of, her nose is black and also dry and her eyes droop with age. You spot the collar, ‘Maggie’. Your family dog, she’s beautiful, 13 years old but she stands firm, always protective of you, even if you have to care for her more that she is able to care for you these days.

She rubs her nose happily against your hand, tail wagging madly, flapping through the air in a way you find almost funny. You crack a little smile and scratch her head, she’s appreciative and gives your hand a happy lick as she wonders off into the kitchen, you follow close behind. Maggie plops herself heavily into her dog bed, head resting tiredly on her paws as she closes her eyes contently.

“Wash your hands before you eat, I know you were playing in the grass, dirt doesn’t go down well with supper.”

She speaks sternly but with a hint of humour in her voice. She isn’t facing you, instead she’s taking dinner out of the oven, she’s wearing a black dress with little sunflower designs and a little yellow cardigan. She also has a white apron resting around her waste, it has hints of what you suspect is flour on it. Her hair in pinned up on her head and she is wearing her reading glasses on the edge of her nose. They’re slightly fogged up from the heat of the stove but she doesn’t seem to notice. You take in her figure and notice the little flower earrings and locket around her neck. Her accessories are elegant, she speaks poise but also comfort, she has an ageless beauty, looking almost ten years younger than her actual age, the only thing that gives her away is the very few fly away greys she has in her hair.

You snap your gaze away from her, stepping up to the sink on your makeshift step stool, too short to simply reach the counter on your own. You take a few pumps of lavender scented soap into your hands and you flick on the sink, waiting a few seconds until it runs warm. Not cold or hot but a sweet medium, you rub the soap across your hands and wash them under the steady stream of water. You scrub until the feeling of soap is gonna, it’s only then you turn the sink off and step down. You turn to your right grabbing the hand towel that was set out for you on the counter, it dries your hands delicately and your place it gently on the counter.

“Now would you look at my beautiful little girl.”

You feel two hands pinching your cheeks carefully, she has a smile on her face, it’s exaggerates the few, if any, wrinkles she has around her mouth.

“Momma, I’m not little anymore.”

You cross your arms is faux anger and blush bashfully. Your mother gives you a light chuckle, her laugh sounds like music, it’s the only sound you’d ever need to hear again to smile. She pinches your cheek once more before stepping back to look at you.

“How can I argue with that face, I mean your growing up so fast, you might as well get yourself a little job. You may even be too old for ice cream after dinner huh?”

Your eyes light up and you shake your head, causing yet another laugh to fall from your mothers perfect almost heart shaped lips.

“No momma, I’m not too old for ice cream, I promise.”

Your use your fingers to represent you crossing your heart in a cute little promise. Your mothers nose crinkles up as she cracks another smile and takes you into her arms. She smells sweet yet elegant, like roses and honey, and her dress is soft, her hands rub gentle circles on your back with one hand and tucks your hair behind your ear with the other.

“Okay, go sit down and we’ll have dinner together.”

Her smile warms you and you scurry to your seat excitedly, practically bouncing. You love spending time with your mother, she’s your safe space, the only person in this world that you truly trust. She’s with you for breakfast in the morning, to watch you play on the old tire swing in your yard, to sit with you during dinner, and to tuck you into bed at night. She is your everything, ever since she brought you into this world she had been your grace, the shining light at the end of every dark tunnel. You look at her as she settles at the table, passing you a white glass plate and a fork. She scoops mashed potatoes and delicious smelling chicken onto your plate, your favourite dinner of hers. It looks so good, to the point your mouth is practically watering at the sight, but you don’t dig in, you wait for your mother to plate up her food. You had never eaten without her, you both had to have food before you’d even think about it, it was a matter of respect but also a matter of never wanting to leave your mother out of anything. You were practically her shadow, dancing gracefully with every move she made, never falling to far behind her, her footsteps were yours in every sense.

“C’mon, let’s say grace before the food goes cold.”

You guys aren’t to religious but even so every night you say grace, a trait passed down from your grandparents, a little prayer for good things to come. You enjoy the nightly ritual, it brings you a sense of calm and peace, so you take your mother’s soft hand into your own, you can feel the cold metal of her wedding ring. It’s a small band with a little but noticeable diamond on it, given to her by your father, passed down from his mother. You close your eyes and bow your head waiting for your mother to begin the prayer but she doesn’t. Instead you hear a sickening gurgling sound bubble from your mother’s throat, and her grip on your hand tightens to an almost painful point.

Your eyes fly open and fall onto your mother, the sight is something you’d never forget, not even if you tried. Sticking out of the back of head is the handle of a knife, the tip of which protrudes through the front of her throat. Crimson blood gushes from the wound and on to the table in front of you. You could throw up, your mother was still holding your hand and she was dying, right before your eyes and you couldn’t do anything.

“Momma, no, please.”

Your begging fell on deaf ears as her hand went limp in your light little grip and her head fell forward into the table with a disgusting thud. You jumped back, and straight out of your seat, it was only then you noticed the figure standing behind her. His hands were covered in blood and you could smell the distinct scent of cigarettes wafting off of him. He had a nasty grin on his face and a dirty scruffy beard. Your father. You hadn’t seen him in days, your mom said he was on some sort of business trip. God you wished he was on a business trip and not here, now cowering over you.

He took a dirty blood covered hand and grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks roughly, painfully. You could feel your mother’s blood seeping into your skin, it was sickening, the worst feeling anyone could experience. The situation only heightened when he raised his hand above his head, ready to come in contact with you when a sudden shot went off. Blood and brain matter splattered onto your shocked face, coating your hair disgustingly. Your father’s grip completely loosened off of your face and he fell to the floor revealing yet another man behind him.

He was holding up a shot gun, which had a little steam of smoke coming from it. He was gruff looking, he had a light salt and peppered beard, wrinkles and scars adorned his face. He wore a plaid flannel and mucked up jeans with a pair of old worn brown boots. He was an intimidating figure but he dropped his gun and his face softened upon seeing you, and you finally screamed. A heart breaking wailing scream, tears streaming from your face as you fell to your knees, everything you knew was gone, ripped away in a matter of minutes. So you closed your eyes and prayed, wishing it was some kind of nightmare, that you weren’t just sitting here with your parent’s blood on you.

When you opened them, before you stood Gabriel, his hand had finally left your forehead and he had tears in his eyes. Clearly he was deeply affected by your story, by what horrors your mind had to live with every day since you were five, you had hidden it for twenty five years. He had finally let you pour it all out and you felt a weight lifting from you, the weight of the fact that you no longer had to carry the burden alone.

“W-was that Bobby Singer?”

Bobby. Or as you now knew him, dad. On that night he had been the one to kill your father, he had been following your father’s trail of bodies. Unfortunately he didn’t make it in time to stop him from making another one, form ruining another life. He had ruined your life and not under the influence of some demon, or shifter, he was completely and utterly him, an evil, sick man. It was just unfortunate your mother had found out what he was doing. He was the “Indiana Stalker” a monicker he had earned by terrorizing the college girls, leaving their lifeless defiled bodies in ditches. Bobby had been on his trail, he originally thought it was a hunt before realizing he was for more dangerous, he was human. He wasn’t driven by some supernatural urge to kill, he was just the pure embodiment of evil and Bobby had saved you. He made a decision that day that he couldn’t leave you, he couldn’t throw you into the foster care system, having to recount over and over how your father had killed your mom. So he adopted you, taking you in as his daughter and you have been living like this for years, never telling a soul what had really happened. It was a secret between you and your adopted father, well, until now.

Gabriel just continued to look at you in shock, not knowing what would be appropriate to say, I mean what could you say in this moment. He could only hold your hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back of it. Your eyes met his, a tear falling from your eye as he leaned forward to place his forehead against your own.

“I am so sorry Y/N..”

His voice was breaking as he spoke, and more tears came from your eyes. Your grief was finally being let go somewhere besides your bed in the middle of the night. You had cried yourself to sleep for the past 25 years, wishing to wake up and to be 5 again, and just to have it all be a dream, to have a happy family again. But you never woke up back home, you just would continue to spend every day as a hunter, hoping to save just one kid from the same fate you had fallen to. And you had, you hadn’t saved just one kid but thousands, a fact which you prided yourself on.

You look up at Gabriel, eyes locking onto one another and before you knew it you had leaned forward and connected your lips to his. You allowed your sadness to pool into the kiss, it was deep and emotional, fueled by grief and trauma. His lips were soft and warm and for the first time you felt safe again, Gabriel was your safety and he gave you what you thought you could never have again. Pure unfiltered love, with no hitch or pity behind it, just a pure form of love and you stopped wishing. You no longer wanted to be a kid again in this moment, you just wanted to be with Gabriel, to never let go of this closeness you felt. He was just everything perfect felt like, and you yearned for this more than anything, yearned for safety. Yearned for peace.

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winchesterszvonecek · 5 months

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Can’t really think of anything specific with Gabriel but just the idea of cuddly Gabriel makes me cry (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Like clingy and cuddly Gabriel?? Shot me now (lovingly)

Nothing Better - [ Gabriel ]

Summary: After a rough day you find yourself needing nothing more than a cuddle from Gabriel

Word Count: 886 short but hopefully sweet

Warnings: female!reader, sex references

A/N: it wasn’t really clingy gabriel but hopefully it was cuddly enough for you as it kind of went in a different direction than i meant it to

Masterlist | Gabriel Masterlist

You should have known he’d be waiting for you the moment you got back to the bunker. Should have known that the second you walked into your room you’d see him there, already under the sheets with that signature grin on his face. The one you’d normally love to see.

But tonight you just weren’t feeling it. You’d had a bad case. The worst case in a long time and you really weren’t feeling up to spending half the night with an archangel between your legs, no matter how fun and pleasurable it was.

Tiredly, you stepped into your bedroom that, low and behold, Gabriel was already occupying. You closed the door, glancing towards him just in time to catch that playful smile on his face, the sheets barely covering him as he waited for you to greet him like you normally did. Which was to throw yourself on him as you never were one to waste time. Not when it came to this anyway.

Only, tonight you didn’t. Tonight you didn’t even acknowledge him with anything more than a half assed smile that you had to force out as you peeled off your blood stained jacket, dumping it straight onto the floor instead of your laundry hamper.

“Baby?” Gabriel sat up a little, brow furrowing over your distant behaviour as this wasn’t like you at all. You hated mess so for you to leave your clothes lying messily about? Well that was the first sign that you weren’t exactly feeling like your usual self.

“Not now, Gabriel.” You sighed breathily, pulling off your t-shirt which quickly joined your jacket in a heap on the floor. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Everything okay?” He asked, growing worried when he got nothing but silence in response as you continued to undress.

The further you moved into the light the more he could see it. That faint redness to your otherwise glistening eyes and the deep, dark circles beneath them that were the starting point for the stains that ran down your cheeks.

Even as you rummaged through your drawer he could still see the way your lip never fully settled, trembling lightly with every quiet breath that parted them and it was clear that you’d more than likely only just finished crying.

“Come here.” He said softly, patting the bed next to him which had another quiet sigh escape your mouth as you misread his intentions.

“I said I’m not in the mood.” You mumbled, clumsily throwing your night shirt over your head and ending up with your arm in the wrong hole, which might have pushed you to the brink had Gabriel not shuffled towards you to help you into it properly.

The second the material sat right on your shoulders his hands moved up, brushing your hair from your face before gently cupping it. His thumbs ghosted lightly across the blackened marks beneath your eyes, watching as they began to shimmer faintly in the dim light of the room.

“Rough day?” Gabriel said quietly, barely a nod of your head answering him as you couldn’t quite find the words to. He moved back across the bed, pulling the cover down and motioning for you to join him.

You were quick to do so, feeling that warmth seep into your body as you nestled yourself next to him, his arm draping around you the instant you settled. His chin landed atop your head, his other arm wrapping tightly around you as you buried your face against his chest, allowing the comfort he brought to fully engulf you.

It was a little strange for you to be like this as Gabriel never was one for cuddles, at least not like this as he happened to like the after sex cuddles you both shared, but that was mainly due to his likeness to see your reaction afterwards.

You weren’t exactly “exclusive” either, given what he was and nothing ever seemed normal with him. But in this moment, as you did nothing but lay in his arms where you could feel the rise and fall of his chest, it felt more normal to you than anything ever had. Only at the same time, you couldn’t help but worry that you were bothering him by being so down.

“You don’t have to stay with me, you know.” You whispered, your voice barely audible for even yourself to hear but luckily for you Gabriel had celestial hearing which meant he heard you perfectly. “If you have better things to do.”

“There isn’t anything better than this, sweetheart.” He said sincerely, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before his cheek came to rest atop it.

You nuzzled your own over his chest, where you could make out the gentle rhythm of his heart beneath your ear. Every quiet beat only brought you more and more comfort. Made you forget the day as the tension slowly faded from your body with every minute you lay there, neither of you saying a word as you simply enjoyed each other's company.

You didn’t know when you’d have this again. This moment. This peace. And so for as long as you were able, you’d be making sure to cherish each moment, as Gabriel was right… There truly was nothing better than this.

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ya9amicide · 7 months

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♡ supernatural masterlist ♡

pov: your camera roll if you were dating gabriel.

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profeyandere · 5 months

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𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 ─── ☾ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘

Masterlist || Good Omens Masterlist || Wattpad

Word Count: 2.9k

Pairing: Archangel Gabriel / Jim x Demon!Reader

Warning: Spoilers from season 2

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

"You can't put the supreme archangel on me because you're going for a walk around Edinburgh!"

Your strong and powerful voice echoed between the enormous and high walls of Aziraphale's bookstore, feeling how a wave of heat ran through your body from the tips of your fingers to the highest hair that decorated your head and settled intermittently on it, causing your face to turn a heavy reddish tone as if that were a sign that you were literally about to explode. It was a strange sensation. You weren't even able to describe it in words, but you knew for sure that it couldn't be good, much less because your face had turned that powerful redness that caught the attention of the angel and the demon who had given you convened at the well-known bookstore in the Soho neighborhood. The idea that you were a 'known' demon to both entities did not make you friends, nor did it make you have a close relationship, much less because of what you really were, and that made you an enemy for at least one of them; With the demon, you had forged nothing more than a relationship of respect, but the angels had always been faithful enemies of your kind and you had to avoid as much as possible showing any type of affection or respect for those of their kind. Perhaps you had known Crowley and Aziraphale for longer than you would care to admit, if you also wanted to count the few years you had been working in Heaven with them before the revolution against the Creator occurred, but while you had been in Hell acting like the demon you were, you had lost any kind of contact with the angel and restricted that belonging to the demon because you considered it quite inappropriate to have a close relationship with anyone of your own species, even if they were nice enough to know even your deepest secrets.

"Please, my dear, this is truly important," Aziraphale said, being the brave one who had dared to take the floor after making sure how your aura, completely distorted by the anger you felt, became clearer to him again. Maybe you wouldn't be full of love, demons couldn't feel that in themselves according to earthly gossip, but at least it wasn't something so bad that you were going to explode. "Take care of Gabriel, of Jim, for a couple of days. It won't be long, and before you know it, we'll be here, and you can go back to your routine demonic tasks."

Your flashing yellowish, golden eyes stopped on the chubby figure of the angel, slowly raising your lower lip while a growl emerged from the back of your throat and came out as a soft sigh that was lost in the air. It was obvious how irritable and sensitive you were at that moment as if at any second you could attack them or yell at them in such a way that you would attract the attention of any living being that was inhabiting the face of the Earth.

"Will I also have to babysit the Inspector Constable who has been looking out the window since I entered the bookstore and has followed me here like an abandoned puppy, or will I only have to cover the basic needs of the big guy who is upstairs?" You asked, uncrossing your arms as a heavy sigh escaped between your lips, trying to calm the nerves that both beings had made you. "Furthermore, I cannot perceive him correctly. How am I supposed to take care of him when I can't see him well or my memories are blurred when there's something about him? I didn't even know he was in front of me when I came to tell you about Lord Beelzebub's order."

"Don't worry, my adorable demon, because we have changed a couple of things about the little miracle to make it easier for you to recognize him," Crowley intervened, placing his large hands on your shoulders, squeezing them playfully before gently patting your back to encourage you. "Remember that this is because the little angel has heard some nonsense coming from Gabriel's mouth and has assumed that it has to do with his memory fading."

"It's a clue," the white-haired man stressed as he raised his voice a little more to point out with more force the reason for his early departure from London. "It may seem stupid, but he's been singing that little song all morning, and thanks to my landlord I've discovered that there's a place in Edinburgh that has problems with their jukebox. It seems that, regardless of the song chosen, it always changes to the same one that Gabriel was singing."

You couldn't help but raise a skeptical eyebrow.

"It's not the best clue, but it's something," the redhead murmured, sighing and removing his hands from you, returning to stand next to his friend. "So, we leave you in charge of Gabriel and the bookstore."

"Indeed, prevent people from buying my books, and I will compensate you in some way in the future," the one with blue eyes agreed, making you frown slightly at his words. "Please be very patient with him. He doesn't remember anything."

"I already had patience once in Heaven, I don't promise to be so stupid as to continue being so while I'm on the side of Hell," you murmured, ignoring Aziraphale's look of fear and Crowley's small, amused smile. "Have your adopted child come down, and I'll see what I can do with him."

And what a surprise you were when you finally met up with the missing man shortly after the dynamic duo left the store, who was now Jim, which was short for James, which in turn was short for Gabriel, according to what he said. His appearance was so similar to the one you remembered and, at the same time, so different from the one you had seen him in as if you somehow knew that in front of you was the egocentric and cold supreme archangel who had so often teased you while you were working in Heaven and scolded you as he found you at some point during your stay on Earth, but at the same time you felt like you were inhabiting the library with a completely different person than the one you knew; It was all too strange, you simply didn't have words to explain that. A small beginning of beard had begun to appear on his profiled face, now slightly wider due to the slight weight he had gained in recent days thanks to the large amount of hot chocolate he had been drinking thanks to his repeated requests to Aziraphale since he had tasted that sweet drink, while his clothing was completely opposite to what he had once worn. Now, he seemed homely, a man full of peace and a good angel.

When you saw him, you almost hit him. This happened because you thought he was an evil double twin or something similar, mainly because he was completely identical to his angelic version except for the violet glow in his eyes, which he had not shown even though Aziraphale and Crowley had mentioned that in very moments punctually he seemed to come to his senses when he remembered events in biblical history in which he had been forced to intervene in one way or another; It was as if God communicated with both the angel and the demon through him. Going back to the same point you had mentioned before: Gabriel and Jim seemed to be the same person, only he had no memories of what he once was, and that meant that you now had to take care of a grown man who simply didn't understand how the world, gravity or electricity worked. You didn't understand much about both things either, you had not been in charge of the creation of the planets, and neither had it been in your mind to create the power plants and the distribution of it throughout the houses.

Although your first interactions were quite awkward, Jim made sure of something that he wasn't too happy about, even if it took him a whole day to realize it.

"Why do she keeps avoiding me? If we already know each other."

His voice, low and soft, echoed between the walls of his small room and, although Jim knew that he was with you in that huge store and that it was very unlikely that you would not hear him, he did not understand the reason why you had avoided him so much. It was as if you were afraid of someone or you were seeing a ghost. For him there was no other alternative. Although Aziraphale and Crowley reacted in a similar way upon meeting him, with surprise and slight fear, your gaze on him was different. He could tell by the dull glow in your eyes and your restless fingers that drummed on any nearby surface, as if you had the intention of saying something to him every time you were in the same room. He had seen you before, and not only did he sense it because he had literally done it before, the same day Mr. Fell's friends arrived at the store, but he recognized you from something before. He had seen you before, he had recognized you from somewhere else, and he had had a warm feeling that spread through his chest every time his blue eyes turned towards you as if a wave of sweetness and warmth settled inside him in a very different way than the way hot chocolate did and subsequently exploded in his belly; It was too strange to explain, but he really liked being around you because of the way you made him feel, even if you didn't do anything in particular to make him feel like his body was about to explode into fifty different pieces.

It was such a warm feeling, so nice, that he wanted to have it all day.

Determined to find you and face his thoughts and feelings once and for all, he stood up from the bed with a slight start, twisting his entire body and moving to sit up and finally stand up, ignoring the fact that the sheets that had been around him as he was lying down and fell to the floor with a thud muffled by the carpet. He walked around the upper floor as if the bookstore had been his since he bought it, as if he somehow knew it like the back of his hand and recognized every corner and every step he had to take to avoid knocking over any of the stacks of books that had been piling up as the days went by while Aziraphale and Crowley had been away from London. To his gratifying surprise, a soft, barely perceptible melody seemed to bathe the tent. A male voice overshadowed by a more angelic, sweeter, and more wonderful one caused his heart to jump inside his chest, so he did not take long to walk with impetus and speed towards the place from which said sound came. He knew it was you, deep in his heart he knew it was you. And sure enough, there you were, he hadn't made a mistake. You were sitting in Aziraphale's old chair while one of the books he had been organizing in the morning rested softly in your hands while the time melody coming from the record player made him smile softly knowing that this was the song he had been singing that same day unconsciously.

"Is that the disk that Mr. Fell took this morning?"

The sudden sound of Gabriel's voice made you come to your senses, causing the music on the record to quickly stop and you to close the book in your hands tightly, slowly diverting your golden gaze towards his barely perceptible bluish one. The darkness enveloped him. You could barely make out his masculine features, but you knew that he was there, in that dark corner, watching you. You swallowed hard for an answer, but simply grunted and then gently placed the book on the desk in Aziraphale's office, glancing sideways at the man who had taken a couple of steps for you to see, being as stealthy as the angel had mentioned. He had started thinking about putting a rattle on Jim or something similar so he wouldn't be scared, but you just needed that heavenly and playful sound to be able to disappear from Gabriel's sight as soon as possible; you had no need to see him because of the various feelings he evoked in you and the memories that resurfaced after so many years.

"Mr. Fell took one of the many records that Maggie has," you commented, seeing how his expression changed to one of confusion that deep down caused a feeling of tenderness to appear in you, mainly because she had tilted her head as if a confused puppy would be treated. "Maggie is a woman who has a record store next door. I asked her for a copy so I could listen to it."

"Great, I like it," he murmured before approaching the gramophone to try to find out why nothing was heard if the device was still working. "Why doesn't it sound? Is it broken?"

Your sparkling gaze lingered on his tall, broad Gabriel's body, lingering on the breadth of his shoulders and the scoop of his back, without specifically answering his question. Those had been some of the few words that you had exchanged with him and, although you had noticed his constant need to be close to you to be able to talk or simply be in the same space as you, you were always looking for a way to get out of it, whether it was leaving the bookstore for coffee or hiding in the record store, even transforming into the little bat that your demonic form allowed you and keeping yourself out of his sight by hiding in the darkest and most remote places of the bookstore; It wasn't the best way to act, especially having an amnesiac in your care, but you didn't want to suffer more pain from being around him. Jim, or Gabriel, turned to look at you, and, again, that warm and pleasant feeling settled in his chest. He didn't know what you were doing to him with that look, but he liked it.

"It's not broken. I've just removed the sound," you said before snapping your fingers, and the soft bells that were heard from the song began to flood the room again, causing a smile full of fascination to appear on the man's lips again. "You should be sleeping, Jim."

"I couldn't sleep," he indicated, walking slowly towards the sofa that was in front of the chair you were sitting on, letting himself fall heavily on the furniture before leaning forward slightly and staring at you as if trying to figure out what you were thinking. Thanks to the light of the moon, the stars, and the street lamps, he could see your expression full of confusion and slight irritation. "Why do you avoid me so much? Mr. Fell looks after me, Mr. Anthony looks after me, but you avoid me. Why?" “

I think Crowley does anything but worry about you,” you murmured in slight confusion at his statement. You really didn't expect him to confuse something as different as care and protection from hatred and irritation.

"Why do you avoid me so much? I just want you to answer that question for me."

His tone of voice seemed to be louder and more desperate than before, surprising you for it. For a second, you almost thought that Jim was truly Gabriel, as if from one moment to the next he had completely recovered his memory, but seeing his blue eyes only made you see that he was not there; Whatever Jim was, he wasn't Gabriel.

"Because you're just like someone I knew," you began, swallowing without really believing that you were willing to confess everything to him. "He was the dumbest, most self-centered, and ruthless being he could have ever met, but deep down, he was loving, tender, and caring."

Jim stared at you while you talked about that person he reminded you so much of. The soft smile that rested on your face while you talked about that man, whom you insulted every few seconds but then flattered as if he were the most beautiful creature in the entire galaxy, caused a smile to also settle on his face. He noticed how your shoulders loosened and relaxed as you talked about him, about Gabriel, about how you had met in a place very far from London, where for minutes it seemed only you existed in the immensity of the universe, observing with fascination the stars while others around you saw your close relationship as something disastrous that no creature beyond humans could feel; You described him with so much zeal, with so much affection, that he felt jealous deep down in his heart. "And does this song remind you of him?" Jim asked as he gently tilted his head, watching as you nodded gently and stretched your long legs towards him.

"I like it a lot. I think it is ideal for you."

“Yes,” you stated softly. "Every day, it's a gettin' closer."

"Going faster than a roller coaster," he continued, following the rhythm of the song as it resonated, gently extending his legs on the carpet to touch your completely black shoe with his slipper.

« And a love like yours would surely come their way, » thought an adorable fly fluttering gently above your heads.

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rowanoftheunknown · 9 months

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No I just want to take a second to appreciate how this was Gabriel's actual fucking plan.

#'i tried to find you' YEAH I BET YOU DID #i love him #good omens #good omens season two #gomens #gomens spoilers #good omens spoilers #ineffable bureaucracy #gabriel good omens #beelzebub good omens #archangel fucking gabriel #gabriel x beelzebub #if someone has done this already im so sorry

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1941-crowley-slut · 8 months

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I hope everyone realizes that aside from Crowley not being in heaven, Aziraphale will also not have anything else he likes.

There are no books in heaven. There's no tea or hot chocolate, no music, no crêpes or sushi. So not only does he lose the love of his life and has to operate without him, but he also isn't allowed any of his comfort things, all while I'm sure the angels are hostile against him (even if they pretend otherwise).

Aziraphale has nothing.

#bro is not gonna last #he went to jail for crepes guys he's gonna snap very soon #and did you see the annoyance on his face when gabriel knocked on his door and interrupted his music #he loves earthly stuff too much and he doesn't even realize it yet #also i'm sure when he comes back there'll be a soft heartfelt moment between him and crowley #where crowley's like “You came back” and aziraphale smiles softly and says “Missed the sushi” as they make heart eyes #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #gomens2 #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens 2

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angelkissiies · 2 years

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An extra shot of vodka

archangel gabriel x reader

word count : 3204

TW/CW : show level violence, drugging, fluff, protective gabriel.

“Can we go over the plan again?” You asked, smoothing out the uncomfortable floor length dress. For some reason, Dean had picked the wrong size and now the blue silk pinched and dug into your skin in the most uncomfortable of places. It encapsulated your figure, more than likely the elder winchesters personal plan.

Sam tucked a pouch of salt into his coat pocket as he looked up at you, his eyes widened in sudden surprise before he took on a poker face. “Yeah, basically- you’re gonna go in, mingle a little bit. You’re going to find Jimmy and get him alone. It’s crucial you seclude him, so we can come in and take him out. Got it?” He made it sound so easy, and for him- it probably was. It was better not to question him.

You swallowed thickly as you tucked a piece of hair back, you could barely recognize yourself. Of course, you’ve gotten dressed up before but this was extreme. You had to fit in with millionaires, that took some work. “And what about Gabriel?” You questioned, busying your hands with the knife strapped to your thigh under the silk. It was just thin enough to not be seen under the fabric.

The man chuckled lightly under his breath, “Gabriel will be our eyes. He will be watching you every step of the way, every move you make he’s going to report back to us. Once you get inside, you’ll see a balcony on the second floor. That’s where he’ll be once the clock hits 8:32 exactly.” He tapped on his watch before actually looking at the time, the number glowing ‘8:20.’

“Show time!” Dean shouted, barging in from the adjoining door connecting the two rooms. “You,” he began, giving you a nudge, “-are gonna do whatever it takes to get that man alone. Seduce him, if you have to.”

A flutter of wings could be heard throughout the room, making you turn to come face to face with none other than Gabriel himself.

“You look delicious, (y/n).” He smiled, sending a playful wink your way. The archangel was dressed in a solid black suit, perfectly tailored to fit his body. The top two buttons had been left unbuttoned, which made your eyes linger longer than you’d like to admit. “Maybe don’t seduce him though, he looks like he might have something.” Gabriel stated, giving a small shrug as he fastened a watch onto his wrist.

You gave him a small smile, not trying to give him too much satisfaction. “Let’s do this, shall we?” With a last glance in the mirror, you checked your disguise- everything seemed perfect.

Gabriel took your hand in his, gently pulling you closer to him. “Meet us there, will you?” He gave a little wave before flying the two of you out of the hotel and to the venue of the event. It didn’t feel like flying, it felt like a breath of wind in your face and then a little nausea once your feet were back on the ground, trippy was the best word for it.

You took a deep breath, letting the wave of discomfort from the nausea pass before putting on your poker face. Gabriel had situated the two of you in the gardens connecting to the main entrance to the party, just as planned. “Blend in, blend in, blend in.” You chanted to yourself, words trailing into a whisper as you walked towards the security at the door.

The man stood at an unreasonably tall height, looking down with what could only be described as annoyance as he gripped his clipboard tightly in one hand. “Name. First and last.” He stated in a monotone voice, looking you up and down. “ID as well.”

You gave him a smile, nodding as you opened your purse to pull out your ID. “The name is Magnolia Ferries.” You handed him the ID, watching his expression as he flipped through the list of names. Gabriel had pulled out all the stops, with his abilities he was able to place your fake name on the list and create a professional grade fake ID to use in place of the Winchesters a-maturely made ones.

He tapped the clipboard with your ID before handing it back to you. “Here you go, Ms.Ferries. You may go in.” He turned to open the door for you, gilded handle turning and opening to a meticulously decorated ballroom filled with dozens of the cities finest. It was like a scene right out of a movie.

You tucked your ID back into your bag as you headed inside, standing confidently when really you had never felt more intimidated. These people had so much money, so much influence. One wrong move and the whole operation would be wrecked. You threw on a polite smile, carefully grabbing a champagne flute from a passing waiter- nothing could help you loosen up better than alcohol.

‘Dear Gabriel, hear my prayer- blah blah blah. I’m in. No sight of him yet.‘

Praying was going to be your only means of communication with Gabriel- which in itself sounded like a bad idea. It was a half-baked solution to the earwig problem, but a solution nonetheless. It also seemed to please Gabriel, as he was usually only ever receiving prayers from desperate Catholics- which he had learned to blockout.

You felt a tingling sensation on your shoulder, a telltale sign that he was listening. It was different for everyone. For you, it was just much more gentle than what he inflicted on the Winchesters. He found it funny, and secretly, you did as well.

As you wandered around the room, you spotted Gabriel. He was standing on the balcony holding a cup filled with a mysterious amber liquid. He couldn’t be enjoying it, he was a fruity drink kind of man. His eyes met yours, only for a second, but it felt like much longer. He seemed to be trying to tell you something.

‘Gabriel? Do you see him?’ You thought silently, trying to remain inconspicuous as you scanned the room. You turned to move towards the bar, thinking he might be there but you were abruptly stopped by a man stepping in your path.

“Oh excuse me.” You smiled, trying to go around the man. In turn, he grabbed your arm, which made you freeze in place. This was not part of the plan.

He chuckled, clearing his throat slightly. “Now wait a minute, what’s got you in such a hurry?” He questioned, still holding his grip on your arm.

You shrugged, giving him a polite smile as you pulled your arm away from the man. You felt the familiar tingling on your shoulder but shook your head just enough to tell Gabriel that you were fine. It didn’t subside though, almost as if it was lying in wait. “Nowhere, actually.” You replied, holding your hand out for the man to shake. “I’m Magnolia Ferries, and you are?”

“Terrance. Terrance Forester. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms.Ferries. Is there a Mr.Ferries floating around here anywhere?” He questioned, eyes darting around for anyone who looked like they could be your date. He was a suspicious looking man, but not the one you were supposed to be seducing. This man, Terrance, was at least ten years older than you. His hair was graying in all the wrong areas and he stood just about an inch shorter than you. Not exactly your definition of a catch, but to each their own.

It took everything in you not to scowl at Terrance, the audacity leaving a bad taste in your mouth. “No, there is not. Happily unmarried.” You forced a laugh, flashing your empty ring finger as you entertained his not so subtle flirting.

‘Is he still here?’

Two light fluttery taps on your shoulder indicated he was, that was a relief. Dean would have a fit if you missed this chance to take him down.

“That’s good news for me, would you like to get a drink?” He offered, waving towards the bar. It was pretty busy, seeing most were over the bitter champagne. A perfect chance to escape and get back to the plan.

You nodded, “A drink sounds nice, maybe you could tell me more about yourself in the meantime.” It was a harmless suggestion, one you hoped would give you an out when the time came.

Terrance grabbed a hold of your arm again, this time practically dragging you to the bar. People spared a few glances as the two of you passed through them to find a seat, which that in itself was almost impossible, but after a couple IOU’s from Terrance- a pair of seats were free. The same couldn’t be said about yourself, the constant touching from him driving you mad.

“I’ll have a gin and tonic and she’ll have a…” He trailed off, looking at you expectantly.

“A cosmo, with an extra shot of vodka.” You added, getting a small nod from the bartender. It wasn’t a complicated order, a pretty standard one- one that often got you made fun of by Dean for your ‘girly taste’ in drinks. You couldn’t care enough to be bothered, if you were going to drink it was gonna taste good at the very least.

“Good choice.” You heard faintly, a small breath of air caressing the shell of your ear. That itself made you almost jump out of your skin, considering no one was there. Goosebumps rose on your arms and you gently tried to rub them away as your drink was served.

Terrance took a sip of his drink, face twisting a tiny bit at the bitterness of the liquid. “Nothing like hard liquor, right?” He laughed, dipping a hand in his pocket momentarily before resting it on the counter.

You took a sip of your own, the taste not nearly as bad as what you imagined his was like. It was fruity, and not too sweet that it was overbearing.

A light tap on your shoulder got your attention, making you set your glass down before turning to see who it was. Only, no one was there- again. For some reason, it didn’t click right away that it could’ve been Gabriel- but when it did, everything made a lot more sense. You turned your head towards the balcony, where you’d last seen him. He stood there as he had been, he wasn’t looking at you though, but rather past you.

You turned your attention back to the man who had brought you here in the first place, thinking maybe Gabriel had just gotten a message from the Winchesters. You took a large swig from your glass, almost emptying it in the process. “So, what do you do, Terrance? For work I mean.” You asked, swishing the remaining liquid around in the bottom of the glass- noticing a slightly gritty substance sticking to the sides.

“Well, I do a lot of work in the stock industry. Mainly for big companies. My last trade was in tech, some big up-and-comer.” He explained, his stuffy manicured hand moving to rest on your thigh. “I know you don’t care about this stuff, do you Ms.Ferries?”

You were beyond uncomfortable but when you went to speak, no words seemed to come out. You felt… wrong. Your head became heavy and it felt like a chore to hold yourself up, and your body began to slump onto the counter. The gears in your head began to turn. The gritty substance in your glass, the timing, the creep who had every chance to get his hands on your drink. You’d been drugged. Your head lulled onto the cold counter and before you knew it, the whole world had gone black.

Gabriel had seen the whole ordeal, from the moment the man dug into his pocket to now- he knew he was up to no good. He moved down the stairs as fast as possible without drawing too much attention. He would’ve just flew but that would be harder to explain to normal people than this. His blood was boiling by the time he reached where Terrance was at, as he attempted to guide your limp body into his arms.

“Hey! Get the fuck away from her.” Gabriel shouted, grabbing the man by his hair and ripping him away from you.

Terrance groaned in pain and tried to wriggle out of his grip, hands flailing in a failed attempt to fight back against Gabriel’s assault. “Let go of me, you freak! This is my wife, she just got a little too wasted. She’s a light drinker.”

Gabriel felt his body move before he could really comprehend what he was doing, he slammed the guys head into the countertop- erecting a steady stream of blood from the man’s forehead. “Oh really? That’s so funny because that just so happens to be my girlfriend and she’s a hell of a drinker.” He growled, ignoring the alarmed stares and murmurs that were brought on by the onslaught violence.

“No.. I-I’m sorry. I’ll leave her alone… I swear. Just let me go.” He begged, face now covered in the hot sticky liquid.

He shook his head, momentarily letting go to move his hand to the man’s throat. He dug his nails into the skin around his esophagus. Gabriel knew enough about the human body to hurt this man without completely killing him, I mean, it’s almost like he was there to help create it. He squeezed until the man’s face turned a sickly shade of purple, any longer and he’d probably die. He almost continued, a part of him wanting to kill this man for what he’d done to you. He had to stop himself, he needed to get you out of here.

Gabriel threw the man down onto the floor, completely ignoring his wounded cries as he tended to you. Your body was limp under the effects of the drugs, your deadweight bringing a new sense of dread into his stomach as he hoisted you into his arms. He held you close to his chest, stabilizing you as he headed towards the hall. He needed to disappear from their view. A conveniently placed broom closet was the best he could do, and as soon as he ducked in- the two of you were gone.

In a flutter of wings, he was back in the motel room. You were tucked safely in his arms, still drugged out of your mind. Gabriel had watched as that grimy man, Terrence, roofied your drink. That’s when he started on his way over there, he didn’t waste anytime.

He laid you gently onto the bed, taking off his suit coat to drape over your body before reaching for the motel phone. He quickly dialed up Deans personal phone, anxiously awaiting his answer. He couldn’t heal you, you hated when he did that- but god, he really wanted to.

“It’s Dean, who’s this?”

Gabriel let out a breath that he’d held in his chest, “It’s Gabriel. Get back to the motel, now. Somethings happened to (y/n).”

“We’re on our way.”

It wasn’t even ten minutes before Dean and Sam got back to the motel, in that time Gabriel had- not one but two breakdowns thinking about what might happen. He couldn’t stop thinking that he might have been able to do more, get to you before you drank that alcohol. He was a goddamn archangel for Pete’s sake, he should’ve done something to help you.

Dean practically broke the door down with how hard he swung it open, “What happened?!” He questioned, moving to one side of the bed to look at your body for wounds. To his surprise, there were none. Sam was at his side, using his hand to test your temperature, gasping lightly at the sheer heat emitting from your body.

Gabriel ran his hands through his hair, “It was this man, he roofied her. I couldn’t get to her in time before she drank it, but I took care of the guy. Is she going to be okay? I wanted to heal her but she hates being healed. I don’t know what to do. Dean, I swear to chuck, i tried to get to her. Tell me it’s going to be okay, okay? She’s gonna be fine, right?” He spewed, words spilling off his tongue before he could even catch up mentally.

Sam stood to his full height, placing his hands on Gabriel’s shoulders comfortingly. “Hey, calm down. Everything is going to be fine, but whether she likes it or not- you need to heal her. She has a really bad fever and we don’t know what exactly he slipped her. Can you do that?” His voice was steady, keeping himself calm as he instructed Gabriel.

The man nodded, moving away from Sam and to your side. He sat gently on the edge of the bed, pushing your hair away from your face before resting his hand on your forehead. A soft glowy light emitted from his hand, transferring into your body and stripping the drugs from your system. He knew how much you hated the feeling afterwards but he just wanted you to be conscious and alert again, he needed to know if you were okay.

You twitched lightly, eyes fluttering open to be greeted with the harsh fluorescence of the bedside lamp. You were back at the motel. “Gabriel?” You whispered, his hand still on your forehead.

Gabriel removed his hand, turning the lamp away from you slightly. “Hey, yeah. How are you feeling?” He hummed, giving you a soft smile.

Sam grabbed Deans sleeve and pulled him towards the front door, wanting to give the two of you some space to get caught up. Dean resisted, leaving the two of them awkwardly standing next to the mini fridge nudging into the conversation happening between Gabriel and yourself.

“That guy… Terrance.. he drugged me, didn’t he? That bastard.” You huffed out, pushing yourself up into a sitting position on the bed. It wasn’t until then you noticed Gabriel’s jacket, it had been draped over your body for warmth. More than likely because he knew how much you hated the motel blankets they had provided. “What happened after that?”

He held up his hand, which still had the man’s blood on it from his assault. “I handled it..” he trailed off, moving to rub the blood off onto his black pants. “He got what was coming to him. I pinky promise.” He chuckled lightly, the tension finally leaving his body as he realized how okay you were. You were talking, moving around, breathing normally again. You were just fine.

“Thank you, really. I mean it. There’s no telling what might have happened if you hadn’t done that.” You hummed, moving your hand to rest on his. His hand was soft and warm, everything you’d imagined it would be. “I do have a question though.”

Gabriel nodded, raising an eyebrow as he gently moved to intertwine your fingers. “Ask me anything.”

“By chance did I hear you tell Terrance I was your girlfriend?”

“How did you hear that?!”

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