Reader writes notes to Dean, Sam, Cas, and Gabriel
Loosely based on “To All the Boys I’ve Loved”
“What’s this?” Jack pulls a small, decorated box out from under your bed. He tugs at the top before you can run over and stop him.
“Jack, don’t touch that,” you warn, desperately trying to reach for the container. The nephilim’s strength keeps you back and he begins pulling out the letters.
The letters to all the boys you’d loved before, well, essentially the boys in the bunker you’d had a crush on at one point. Sam, Dean, and Cas’s were all from the past, but Gabriel’s was fairly recent.
Thankfully, your room was one of the few ones warded against angels of all kinds. Jack could pass by because of being half-human.
“What are these?” Jack inquires curiosly, peeking into Cas’s letter to read it.
“They’re letters, Jack. And they aren’t supposed to be read by anyone,” you huff, once again trying to grab the paper from his grasp.
His eyes skim over the words on the page, and his eyes widen.
“Give me that,” you frown, snatching the note from him.
“There is one for Sam, Dean, and Gabriel also in here, too. Why haven’t you given them these?”
Your expression turns fearful immediately.
“No, Jack. These aren’t for them, or for you, to read. It’s a way for me to get over liking them. We all live together. It’d be awkward for me to have a crush on any of them.”
Jack’s eyebrows furrow, his nose scrunching up.
“But isn’t love what drives humans? What if one of them likes you back!”
“Shh,” you hush him, stuffing the letters back in the box and shoving it back under your bed.
“None of them like me, Jack. Go back to your room and get some sleep,” you sigh, standing up from the floor.
The nephilim copies your movements silently. He heads for the door quickly and exits your room with a look of dejection and sadness.
Thankfully, he is out of your hair about the letters. Those are very private and go into extreme detail about your crushes on the boys. And now, with all the people living in the bunker, it has made things much more chaotic.
You climb into bed, realizing it’s quite late now. You’re able to fall asleep with little worries.
Your phone buzzes violently, alerting you that it’s time to get up. You’re glad that you let yourself sleep in this much. It’s almost 10:30.
You’re clad in warm pajamas and a fluffy robe as you head for the kitchen. Thankfully, it’s almost midday, so hardly anyone is in the way of you and the fridge. However, you do notice Sam reaching for a mug from the cupboards. He’s the only one in the room with you, so you mumble a “Good morning”.
It’s as if a ghost had scared him with the face he gives you.
“O-oh, morning,” he smiles awkwardly, grabbing his cup and quickly leaving.
What the hell, you think, tugging open the refrigerator’s door. A chilling gust of air hits you, and you fight back a shiver. Maybe Sam’s just skiddish after everything that occurred in the apocalypse world.
There’s little to no food stocked up; someone would hopefully be on a supply run by now. You opt for an apple, closing the fridge.
Your body turns around just as Dean comes walking through the doorway.
“Hey, what’s going on with Sam? He’s acting weird,” you ask, taking a bite of the apple in your palm.
“I’m sure Sam’s fine. Listen, Y/n, we’ve got to talk,” Dean lets out a deep breath, leaning against the counter away from the exit. The tone in his voice means something’s wrong.
“We’ve been through a lot, and you’re like a little sister to me,” he pauses to make sure you’re listening and understanding.
“Yeah, I got it, Dean. What’s the issue?”
“I don’t like you… in a romantic sense.”
The realization hits you, and it hits hard. Your mind is reeling. Jack must have told them all, that’s why Sam was acting so odd when you talked to him. Or even worse, maybe Jack had given out the letters.
“Dean, I don’t like you, well, not anymore. What did Jack tell you?”
Dean’s eyes narrow in confusion and he crosses his arms.
“He didn’t tell me anything, just gave me a note from you.”
Your eyes widen into the size of golf balls, At least, that’s what you imagine happened. You quickly push past Dean, shouting, “I’ll explain later,” and rushing down the hall toward your room.
You spot Cas and Gabriel down the hall talking, their conversation being stopped short as they both turn to you. Your mind goes straight into panic mode.
“Hey, Y/n, you got a second?” Gabriel calls, motioning for you to join them. The option is there, to get it all over with and to explain the situation to both of them. However, your brain wants to take a different route.
Without thinking, your cheeks flush red and you duck into your bedroom, slamming the door shut. You’re safe in here, the angels can’t get past the sigils.
Your feet carry you to the foot of your bed and you kneel down to pull the box out from under your bed. Maybe Jack only gave out Sam and Dean’s as a funny prank. An awful, demented, torturous funny prank.
Slowly, your fingers brush the edge of the lid. You carefully lift it up, gazing down into a completely empty container. It’s all over.
You fall back onto your butt, pulling your knees up into your chest. Your arms are wrapped around your calves and you can’t help the sobs spilling from your mouth.
Everything was ruined. The boys will all hate you if they don’t already. You’ll have to move out and live on your own again, hunting by yourself. You don’t want that, you have it so perfect here. And these stupid letters are going to be the end of that.
You force yourself to take deep breaths, not allowing for a panic attack right now. Think, Y/n, there has to be a way to fix this before it gets out of hand.
What if Jack hadn’t gotten to Gabriel and Cas, yet? You’ve got to act now.
You clamber up, wiping the spare tears away on the sleeve of your robe. You groan, realizing you haven’t changed from your sleepwear yet. There’s no time for that right now.
Upon opening the door to your room and peering out, it seems Gabriel has disappeared and now Cas is by himself. He leans against the brick wall with a confused look as he stares down at a piece of paper. His brow bone arches downwards as he strains to read the words on the page. Your bare feet hit the cold tiles of the floor with each quick step.
“Cas, hey, um, can I take a look at that paper?” You smile nervously, as your words register in the angel’s head. He peers up and holds the note out for you to take.
You snatch it, letting out a thankful sigh.
“I’d just finished reading it. I’m glad you see me so fondly, Y/n. It proves our friendship is very strong,” Cas gravelly voice speaks, and you mentally face-palm. Of course he didn’t understand that you meant it romantically at the time.
“Yea, we’re really good friends, Cas. That’s all I meant with that. Say, do you know where Jack went? I have a letter for him, too.”
Oh, you had a letter for him. You really wished you had a book to smack him upside the head.
Cas nods, pointing down the hall, the opposite direction of your room.
“He said he was looking for Gabriel, who also headed that way.”
Your head is spinning now, it’s hard to concentrate on the task at hand. You could chalk up Sam, Dean, and Cas’s letters to accidents that were very far in the past. But Gabriel’s, you can’t deal with that heartbreak.
“Thanks, Cas,” you reply with a small stutter, rushing off to find Jack.
“Jack! I’m gonna kick your little, half-angel ass!” You shout, loud enough for anyone in the bunker to hear. The pitter patter of your feet clicking on the floor is enough to drive someone insane, especially with the given situation.
The hall eventually opens up into the library, where numerous groups of people are scattered, discussing various hunts and cases. Off to the side, you see Gabriel in a conversation with other world Charlie, both laughing at something one of them said.
In the corner of your eye, another figure is moving toward the pair. With a quick glance, you’re able to pinpoint the person as Jack, effectively about to ruin your whole life by handing Gabriel the note.
Everything starts to slow down, and you can see Jack ducking around people to reach Gabriel. You move as quick as your human legs can go, now only a few feet from the laughing pair.
Unfortunately, you’re not able to stop in time, completely and utterly colliding with Gabriel’s body. You fall to the floor with him underneath you like some cheesy romantic comedy.
Your face is bright red and burning, less than a foot away from the archangel’s below you. This is not how you imagined this day was going to go.
“I’m so sorry,” you apologize profusely, forgetting for the moment about Jack’s mission to torture you.
You pick your self up, dusting off the dirt from your embarrassingly casual attire. Gabriel’s wearing a small smirk, chuckling as he too stands back up.
“What are you in a hurry for?” He asks nonchalantly, as if you hadn’t just ran him over.
“I, uh,” are the only words that can form in your head, which is now spinning from the impact.
As you’re struggling to find a response, Jack pops up beside you, smiling cheerily.
“I’ve got something for you, uncle!” The nephilim says, shoving the note into Gabriel’s chest.
The archangel’s attention turns to his nephew, who’s beaming at the fact that he’s about to completely ruin your life forever.
Gabriel slowly reaches for the piece of paper, but you’re quick enough to snatch it away. He’s surprised that you’ve taken it, retaliating by raising an eyebrow.
“Why did you just take that from me?”
You squirm under his and Jack’s intense, celestial gazes, “You don’t want to read it. It’s just some dumb story I wrote that Jack wants to share with everyone.”
The nephilim’s name comes out as a hiss from your mouth.
Gabriel’s confusion, and now curiosity, springs to life. You can tell he’s thinking about all of his options.
“There’s something you’re hiding from me, Y/n. You really don’t want me to read that,” he smirks, offering you a chance at a response.
With the letter in hand, you feel confident and care-free. The world is on your side for once.
You need to drop yourself from the conversation as soon as possible so you can tear up and burn this piece of paper.
“I already told you, Gabriel. Anyways, I’ll see you all later.”
You turn your body completely around, ready to head for your bedroom. Adrenaline is pumping through your body, but you take deep breaths to calm yourself down. You glance at the note in your hand… and it’s gone.
You’ve never spun around so fast in your life. The action isn’t expected by your body, and now you’ve acquired a hard headache.
Gabriel has a letter, his letter, in his hand, taunting you by waving it around. Your eyes widen, but there’s nothing you can do against an archangel’s curiosity.
“Gabriel, please, do not read that letter,” you plead, screaming at him in your thoughts to forget it. Of course, Gabriel was always too stubborn for anybody’s good.
A pair of reading glasses comically appears on Gabriel’s face as he opens the note although you’re horrified with embarrassment at what is about to take place.
“Dear Gabriel… blah blah blah cute blah blah blah funny,” Gabriel nods, “blah blah blah… love.”
He’d read it all, all the way to the end. The look of amazement on his face makes the panic set in. If you run back to your room in time, maybe you can lock yourself in forever. Right before you strangle Jack.
You quickly set a pace for your bedroom. The long hallway is torturous to run down. There are no footsteps following you, and no sound of wings fluttering. That means you must have scared Gabriel off for good and you’re heartbroken by the thought of it.
Your exhales get longer as you slow down, coming to a halt in front of your bedroom door. The only problem is, there’s now an archangel blocking the way.
“Gabriel, I don’t know what to say,” you blurt out, unable to form a coherent sentence to explain the letter.
Gabriel’s letter was current, all the other boys’ letters were from years ago. You had just written the letter addressed to Gabriel a few months ago.
You’re watching his demeanor, and the way his body is entirely still, while his bright, golden eyes are digging into your skull. He’s a few feet from you, leaning against the wall rigidly.
His voice came out deeper than normal, and it sent chills down your spine.
You gulp and manage to whisper, “Yes.”
Gabriel closes the gap between the two of you. His steps are deliberate and nerve-wracking, making you breathe heavy. The archangel wraps a strong hand around your waist, the other reaching up to cup your face. His thumb runs over your lips and his eyes are glued to the same spot.
Oh my GOD he’s going to kiss me.
Gabriel leans forward, slowly pressing his lips against yours. They’re soft and you can faintly smell chocolate. Your whole body relaxes into him, reveling in the feeling of his body so close to you. Moments pass till you’re wondering where this may lead and you’re hoping it’s the bedroom.
Gabriel gently pulls away and chuckles lowly. There’s a smirk on his face and a tension in the air.
“Y/N! Where are you?” Loud shouts can be heard echoing down the halls and you recognize them to be Jack.
You smile evily, sending a wink to Gabriel.
“We’ll finish this later. I’ve got a nephilim to smack,” you say, racing down the halls.
