"We've all got light and dark inside us. What matters is the side we choose to act on. That's who we really are."
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"Never gonna happen."
"Why the hell not?" Sam is exasperated by this game of yours at this point. He'd figured you out almost a year ago, which is kind of an achievement for you considering how long you've been pining after the older Winchester brother. And how goddamn nosy the younger one is.
"Cause I don't do casual. And Dean only does casual."
Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Summary: Youâll never tell Dean how you feel because heâll never settle for you. That is, until he realizes heâs just as desperately in love as you are.
Genre: Fluff, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Content: no Y/N, friends to lovers, mutual pining, canon-typical violence, 8418 words
wordcount: 1340
summary: old acquaintances turn out to be a completely different entityâ maybe the âtricksterâ isnât as obnoxious when he finds out fate doesnât exclude archangels from finding their mate.
warnings: set in s5 approx, sam & dean appearance, cursing, mentions of violence, apocalypse, soulmate au, gabriel being his usual self, crack fic for now, eventual gabe x reader.
(a/N) m thinking of making a series of this plus maybe a castiel version too cause i love cas w all my heart, so let me know if u like it so far/any ideas you have!!
â thank u @arteriesdrained for the request
Gabriel doesnât take anything seriously.
God knows it, the Winchesters know it, both Heaven and Hell know it.
His first appearance was under a whole different personaâ including a whole different category of creature or however the Hell he called it.
Well, that was until today.
You, Sam and Dean were trapped inside some dingy motel off an Indiana roadâ apparently a bunch of Gods felt threatened by the whole chaos that comes with the impending apocalypse. Youâd be freaking out about the cannibal gods but at this point nothing really surprised you⊠For Godâs sake your best friends were destined to fight to the death with Michael and Lucifer using their bodies.
Kaliâs weirdly eerie monologue towards the rest of the entities is cut off by the sound of a door banging openâ âCanât we all just get along?â A voice singsongs mockingly, clearly unbothered by the apparent seriousness of this situation. âSam, Dean, new little friendââ The man greets with a curt nod and a dismissive wave of his hand. â âalways wrong place, worst time with you muttonheads, huh?âÂ
Normally, youâd immediately snap back at whoever messed with your friendsâ right now, youâre too busy gawking at the pair of wings behind this random man⊠angel? God?
âWell hello, guess my invitation got lost in the mail, but Iâm here to talk about the elephant in the roomââ One of the deities goes to stand up and the man quickly shuts him down, â ânot you, Ganesh, the Apocalypse ring a bell?â He winces with faux pity. âWe canât fight it, gang⊠But anyways, first things firstâ The man turns around to face yâall, âThe adults need to have a chatâ and with a snap of his fingers youâre all back in your room.
âWho the Hell was that?â You blurt out, completely dumbfounded by the whole situation while letting yourself drop onto the couch.
âThatâs the tricksterâ Sam explains patiently, meanwhile Dean paces around the room, grumbling to himself and rubbing a hand over his jaw furiously. âRemember when we told you about this deity that made people die in elaborate pranked illusions? Thatâs the guyâ
âIsnât the trickster god supposed to be Loki or something?â You reply, still utterly confused.
âTechnically, yes, heâs the son of an ice giant and though not directly related to Odin he later becomes his blood brotherââ His nerdy ramble is cut off by the sudden company, the âtricksterâ standing smugly by the foot of the bed.
âSam you make me all tingly with that big brain of yoursâ He muses with teasing sarcasm, rolling his eyes and fixing his stance.
âListen, here we donât have time for your bullshit tricksââ Dean interrupts, grabbing the shorter man by the fabric of his jacket to which he simply raises his hands in mock surrender, a cheeky smile still on his face.
âEasy there big guy, I just saved your baconâ
âSaved our bacon? Saved our bacââ The eldest Winchester cuts himself off with a frustrated groan, shoving the trickster free. The man seems unbothered by the way he hums under his breath, taking a seat on the table next to Sam.
You scoff, still freaking out about everything while gesturing vaguely in the manâs general direction. âIs no one gonna address that?â
Sam looks up from his laptop, giving you his signature âconfused, worried puppyâ look, prompting you to explain further because they were clearly not following.
âTheâ that?â You sputter in utter disbelief. âThe freakinâ wings all glowy and shit?â Your hands are still gesturing at the âtricksterâ to emphasize your point. âSince when do norse gods have wings?â
Might as well say the sky is green or something cause all three men fall silent, various expressions staring back at youâ all of them utterly baffled.
âWhat the Hell are you talkinâ about?â Dean asks in a sigh, todayâs events starting to get too much on his nerves and barely there patience.
âAre you kiddinâ me right now?â You chuckle in disbelief, hoping the brothers were playing some kind of sick prank on you by acting oblivious⊠It was either that or youâd officially lost it and started seeing things.
âSweets you saying you can see all this?â The man stands up, pointing vaguely at himself (mainly the caramel colored wings tucked behind him).
âNoooâŠâ Your reply, words dripping with sarcasm as you scoff. âThe shiny, feathery things behind you are just totally easy to ignoreâ
âOkay now what the actual fuck are yâall speakinâ about?â The blonde chimes in, a deep scowl etched onto his forehead, a hint of worry behind his gruff bravado.
âAlrighty thenâŠâ the âtricksterâ claps his hands, âGuys, you remember the whole âme-being-a-tricksterâ deal, am I right?â Sam and Dean nod along, albeit cautiously. âTurns out Iâm not really thatâ He adds with a simple shrug, like it was no big deal.
Sam shoots him a baffled look while Dean seems to be at his wit's end, wishing to be anywhere but here. (He knew it was too good to be true when they had an all you can eat pie buffetâŠ)
âSemanticsâ The man waves a hand dismissively in the air, like this was just another one of his tricks he could brush off without any consequences. âNorse god, archangel⊠samesiesâ
The youngest Winchester sputtersâ apparently, angels were becoming a recurring part of our messed up lives. (No hate towards Castiel, he was actually a pretty neat guy, given the circumstances and allâŠ) âWait youâreâ Youâre telling us all this time youâve been an Archangel?â He scoffs, standing up in all of his 6â4â glory to tower over the archangel. âWhat angel creates fake aliens to slow dance with college students for laughs and giggles?â
âNameâs Gabriel, nice to formally meet you allâ
âGabriel?â Dean echoesâ skepticism etched into his pretty features.
âWait a second, youâre telling us that instead of Loki youâre the messenger angel that told Mary she was pregnant with Jesus?â Sam being openly distrusting, somewhere between amusement and suspicionâ which was fair given the previous antics heâd pulled on them. Especially the whole trapping them in a variety of television shows to get them to âknow their roleâ regarding the Apocalyptic mishap.
âNot my best highlight but sure, letâs go with thatâ Gabriel was truly one weird little guy (to be fair, anyone was little standing between the Winchester brothers⊠weirdly tall lumberjacks) he seemed to be having a blast with this whole situation, waving his hands vaguely and drawing out words like it was any other Saturday night and not a whole ass biblical enlightenment. âAnd you, sweetcheeksââ He points at you with an over the top flick of his wrist. â âcan see my wingsâ the angel hums amused.
âI guessâŠ?â You reply, still lost, a confused frown creasing your forehead.
âWhatâs up with that?â Dean adds.
âWhatâs up, is that your pretty huntress is my mateâ Gabriel grins proudly, rocking on the tips of his feet like some proud little kid instead of a millenia-year-old entity with power to smite half the world if he felt like it.
âMate?â Sam replies, chewing over the word as if it were a completely different language. âAs in soulmate? Thought those were just myths, Iâve never read anything where it mentioned their existence, much less some sort of destined bond with the Messenger of God"
âGoldstar for chewbacca, nobody hits the book quite like youâ Gabriel smiles with faux appreciation, pointing lovingly at Sammy like he was an endearing pal instead of a fully trained hunter making a valid point, regarding his friend.
Sam rolls his eyes, that annoyed-little-brother-face on full display as he carries on, more than used to dealing with obnoxious people (like his brother). âWhat I meant to say is what the Hell are you talking about, Gabriel?â
âGuess weâll have plenty of time to figure it outâ The archangel hums, winking at you before disappearing with a faint flutter of wingsâ leaving you and two very confused Winchesters behind.
