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Story: Asmodeus was a monster, one with a secret collection. He had you. The last of your kind and everyday he would come to steal your essence to empower himself. Arthur has enough and steals you away to stay hidden with the Winchesters. Where you meet a certain archangel whom you become close with. Gabriel finds that he himself cannot stay away and promises to watch over you; that’s when things take an interesting turn.
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WARNINGS: blood, mentions of death, demon vs angel, mentions of torture, manipulation, death, read at your own discretion.
The day you met Asmodeus was the worst possible day of your life. Everything had been perfect. Or so it had appeared. He had taken everything from you, not just the power that flowed through you but something much more precious.
The bag was snatched off your head, still disoriented from being snatched from your home and dragged down into the depths of hell. It smelled of death, reeked of sorrow, and the despair of the souls stuck here. It was truly the pit of anguish everyone had described it as. Maybe even worse. The ground beneath you dug into your skin as you were forced to kneel before the prince. Asmodeus was instantly taken with you and instantly made deals with the demons responsible for your capture. It was a day that you could never forget. Every day felt the same, torture with a side of pain and suffering. He would always find some new ways to extract your essence, but not without making it hurt.
His eyes, his voice still echoed in your mind. You weren’t sure if it was just the fear crawling back into your mind if you were hearing things. One thing you did know is that you wanted to never go back again. You had hardly any motivation to get of the bed so far, yesterday was a good day, but today was different and your mind wasn’t allowing the smallest bit of joy. Deep down it was maybe because you had blamed yourself for what had happened, but there was another part of you that knows it wasn’t. That did not stop the thoughts though.
Sam had been doing some early morning research when he walked past your room. The door wasn’t fully opened, but cracked enough for him to peek through and check in. He felt a little troubled by the state that you seemed to be in. He knew that every day wouldn’t be a good day after what happened. He himself had been through tons of hours of torture, his brother experiencing the same. So the younger brother took it upon himself to help cheer you up. His brother was on a hunt with Castiel, so he had a little downtime. Sam pushes the door open and gives a little knock on the door, signaling to you that he was there.
You perk up at the sound of the voice and watch the door open slowly, and Sam steps through the doorway. “Sam?”
“Yeah, hey.” He responds giving a half-smile, “I just wanted to check on you.”
You shrug off the blanket as you sit up. “Fine just a little inside my head at the moment.” The response makes him frown and you felt bad. Was it self-pity or was it real?
“I understand. My brother and I spend a little too much time inside our heads. When’s the next danger gonna pop up? What do I need to do keep my family safe? What if and what if.” Sam hoped that you could see he had his own demons and that he understands just exactly what it was you were experiencing, or at least somewhat.
“Really?”
“It’s the life of hunters, but if not we wouldn’t have met our friends. Or even the angels, despite butting heads a coupe times.” He walks over to the bed and takes a seat net to you.
You look up at him. Sam was a lot taller than his brother and it made you feel kind of small. “Do you ever blame yourself for these things? The failures?”
He nodded, “I did. Every time we would show up to a hunt to late or someone wouldn’t believe us when we tried to help. My brother and I realized we can only do so much to help and the ones we do save are what matters.” As he speaks the words begin to sink in and it does not seem as hopeless anymore. From here on out there was no one to blame except the monster who inflicted this pain upon you. It was his fault. You began to understand that now.
“Thank you, Sam. Spending last two days blaming myself for my… mistakes. My lack of ability to use my magic. Taking this time to recover has been difficult.” You brush your hair back from your face and Sam smiles, much wider than before, it kind of made him look a little dopey but it was nice.
“I am glad.” He stands up off the bed and takes a look back over at you, “Uhmm. Gabriel and I are going to grab groceries later if you wanted to come?” Sam offered. You perked up at the mention of the archangels name. Which he did indeed notice, watching you stand up off the bed and approach him.
“I thought he would be mad at me after yesterday.” When you spoke it was nice to hear a little less sadness in your tone. Today your voice was a little less raspy and softer.
“Why?” Sam asks, brow raising in suspicion of your tone.
“‘Cause I kicked both his and Castiel’s butt in Sorry last night. I didn’t take him for a sore loser.” The response makes Sam laugh and shrug his shoulders.
“Now I am not sure, but he is a former trickster. I would expect a prank or two.” He holds up two fingers to emphasize his point and another voice intrudes into the conversation deciding to offer up their opinion.
“Sam, that is so mean. You think I would pull a prank when I know someone won fair in square?” Gabriel was leaned back against the wall, leg crossed over the other, and arms folded across his chest. He tilted his head, gaze focused on Sam, before turning to look at you, “Especially on a lady? Do you think I have no class?”
You smile at Gabriel who doesn’t take his eyes off you not even for a second when Sam speaks up, “Class? Crowley has more class than you do and he’s a demon. You, just have a specific playbook I’m familiar with.”
Gabriel chuckles finding the argument a little bit amusing and maybe he was right. Who’s to say really? “Well I am just heartbroken, Sam. Here I thought you were going to be my favorite.”
“Well, too bad.” Sam replied before exiting the room, no doubt to get ready for the errand you were about to run. However, the angel had yet to take his leave, he stayed.
“How have you been sleeping?” Gabriel asks jumping straight into the deep end.
You stop making the bed and turn to face him, “I got my first full night last night, but it is still hard to keep the bad thoughts out even with the wardings.” There was no reason to lie. Not with him. Gabriel had this way of pulling information from anyone. Perhaps that is the reason as to why he was the messenger or God. It made sense for him to be so trustworthy, almost like you wanted to unload everything, but that wouldn’t be fair to him.
“Hmm,” He hums pushing himself off the wall, he walks up beside you. When you turn to him he’s staring, with an intensity that was a bit unusual. “Nightmares?”
You huff and turn back to the task at hand, straightening the corners. “Not exactly. It was more like thoughts.. the first day I met Asmodeus.” The demons name tasted bitter almost like poison on your tongue. Gabriel’s brows softens as he watches you, when you finish, gaze locked on him. “Like it was yesterday.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“I..” Your eyes give him the answer he needs, but not the one you want. “I do.” Gabriel takes a seat on the bed and watches as you walk towards the door, shutting it with a soft click. “Have you ever done something good despite how horrible it was for you, the thought was for the benefit of others?” You ask, voice almost a hushed whisper.
He looks to you, but he knows or at least Gabriel think he does. “As an angel, it’s most of our job, sweetheart. Hard decisions.” His mind flashes back to that night with him and Lucifer. Him and Loki.
“Then you must know that when I tell you this, I did it for them. For everyone.” Gabriel looks at you, awaiting anything but in this moment he felt special. Honored even that you would tell him what happened. “I lost everything.”
It was a usual picnic with my family, same one we took every year at the peak of the full moon. It was the one night a year we got to fully feel the power of our magic and the one night where many families would gather. There was an incident, a barrier was broken. The demons could sense our essence, it is the lifeblood of unicorn magic. The demons brought more and attacked my family, captured all of us.
Asmodeus, when the demons brought me to him, I wasn’t alone. My parents were there. I tried everything I could to break away, to get free to help them, do something to help. The enchantments on the chains I was cuffed in locked in my magic. The prince looked at me, “Your magic abilities for their lives. Which one will you choose?” He had this knife. I had never seen anything like it before, and I looked to my father and mother. They both shook their heads—No.
So that’s how I answered, “No, you will have to kill me.”
He laughed at me. It was dark and unholy. “Very well. Won’t have to kill you though, now will I?”
“What?” I didn’t know what he had meant back then. I wish I had. Asmodeus doesn’t take no for an answer. He stabbed my father in the heart, making me watch as my father died. Taking another soul as demons do. I screamed. I cried, and it was useless, because then he asked me the same question again.
“Now, I’ll ask again, darlin’. This will be the last time. Your magic for her life.” He pressed the knife to her chest, and despite my mother pleading with me to say no again, I said yes. Despite this, he took her life as well. I watched them die; nothing I could do or say mattered to him. All he wanted was my magic, my pain, and for me to suffer while he drained me for all I could give. I blamed myself every day, every night, and day. If only I could have done something.
Gabriel listens to your story, but it was just so horrible hearing it come from you. There were tears in your eyes from going through the memory, but you needed to get it out. Sooner rather than later. You turn to him, wiping the tears away that did fall, “I didn’t think he’d kill them, Gabriel. I did what I think was right, and I lost them both.”
The archangel gives a half-smile, and you hear the flap of wings before it curls around you and pulls you close. His arm wraps around your shoulders as you turn to bury your face in his chest, still crying softly. He tries to make light of the situation: “You did the right thing. No matter what your mind tells you. No matter what happened or what that monster told you. Demons lie, they cheat, and they steal.” His tone was firmer than the last time he spoke.
“But..” You whimper, his hand gently cups your chin and lifts it so your eye to eye with him.
“But nothing, sweetheart. You did the right thing, and I really appreciate you sharing this with me. I promise not to tell anyone.” Gabriel assures you, and with a nod, you rest your head on his shoulder. “We also have to stop meeting with you crying on me, angel.” All you can manage is a half-hearted laugh.
Gabriel was amazing. Perhaps he was starting to become your best friend within your short three days in the bunker. Your new home. When he felt that you had gotten a good cry and were ready enough, he unfurled himself from your side and stood off the bed. “Promise me no more crying, unless it is out of joy. Okay, sweets?”
You wipe one last tear and smile at the archangel, “I promise, Gabriel. Cross my heart.”
He grins, “Atta girl. Now get ready, or Sammy is going to leave us here.” He exits the room, and after everything, you feel this weight just fall from your shoulders. Maybe talking about the things that happened was good for you, a way to destress. For now, that was all you needed out of your system.
After changing into a set of clothes that had been left for you by Castiel, on your first night, you went to brush your hair and decided to tie it up in a messy sort of bun. Of course, it was going to be hard going out into the world again, but at least you were doing it with friends. Admiring the way clean clothes had felt after wearing practically dirty rags for so long felt nice. You felt yourself again. Things were coming back slowly but surely.
You look at the birthmark on your forehead and reach up to cover it with your bangs before heading out. Natural glamour would hide the rest for you; thankfully, most humans weren’t in tune with the realm of magic, so it made it easy. They couldn’t see what you did not want them to see.
When you walked into the bunker’s main room, Gabriel and Sam were all ready, just talking amongst themselves. You walked up to them and smiled, “I’m all ready!”
Both turn to face you. Sam gives a small smile, glad to see that you had perked up a little bit since the talk. The offer to go outside was really something you didn’t even know you needed.
Gabriel, on the other hand, is like a damn girl with a crush. The outfit you chose, while appearing comfortable, is also very casual and effortlessly cute on you. The way the light hits you just sort of brings this glow to your skin. He felt a little wrong for feeling this way. After all, his father hadn’t made romance for his children as much as he made it for humans. A part of him wonders if maybe things could change. After all, God had finally revealed himself to the Winchesters. So just maybe. Maybe he could finally find a happy ending to his own story.
“Cool, I’ll drive.” Sam holds up the keys and turns to walk out towards the exit up the stairs. You follow suit in walking up the steps with Gabriel trailing behind. He was fighting himself between telling you something nice and keeping his mouth shut. It was a struggle since he knew that Sam and Dean both knew about his romantic flings he has in his absence, but he didn’t want to treat you that way. This wasn’t some one-time fling in Paris or Monte Carlo. This was real, the beginning of something amazing, at least he thought so. Gabriel was embarrassed and so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice that they left the bunker and were already at the car.
You began to reach for the door when a hand stops yours. “Ah, ah. Ladies don’t open their own doors.” When you look to find Gabriel giving you a grin, a small laugh tumbles out of you. He opens the door and prays that didn’t look as bad as it sounded. Was he being too weird? Or just the right amount?
When you were safely situated in the backseat, he climbed in the front with a huff that made Sam turn his way and give him a look. His brow was raised in concern. “You okay, dude?”
Gabriel looks to his friend and gives a curt nod, “Yep. Yeah, just drive.” Sam did not want to push it and pulled out of the garage. Reaching to turn up the music as they drove to the store.
You reach over to roll down the window, allowing the breeze to kiss your face, bringing nothing but laughter and joy from you. Gabriel glances back through the mirror, before returning his gaze forward. Okay, Sam knew something was up, but it was hard to be sure. So he decided to try something. “Hey, uh, (Y/N)?”
You perk up at the sound of Sam’s voice listening as he turns down the radio. “Yeah?”
“I am thinking we split up the errands. I can go get the stuff we need for tomorrow’s hunt, then you and Gabe can get groceries together. How’s that sound?” Sam asks, shooting Gabriel a knowing look.
If looks could kill, oh the Winchester boy would be dead for sure. Gabriel knew it. Sam was bound to pick up on his skittish nature at some point. He opens his mouth to object, but you beat him to it, “That sounds great. Right, Gabe?” You look at him, waiting for a response.
Gabriel tried his best to hide his embarrassment, turning back to look at you. “Yeah, it’s gonna be tons of fun.” He turned back, and Sam tapped the wheel, feeling rather proud of himself. Oh, he was getting his reward later.
The car screeches to a halt outside the grocery store. You quickly climb out from the back as you stare up at the large sign. Gabriel looks back at Sam. “I will get you for this, Sam. Don’t think I am not watching you, Winchester.” He jabs a finger into his shoulder for emphasis, and Sam reaches over to pat him on the shoulder.
“Gabriel. Gabriel. I know all your little tricks so good luck.” He puts the car in park and shrugs, “Hey, you got this.”
“I hate you so much right now. Yet, oddly proud.” He quints his eyes at him and Sam grins.
“I know. Now go get her tiger.” Gabriel rolls his eyes at the comment and climbs out if the vehicle to join you. Once out of the car Sam speeds off and you come up to him.
“Are you okay? You looked angry at Sam.” You note. Ah, how observant of you. Oh yeah. Gabriel is thinking a wormhole for a day would do the trick. Plotting his revenge comes to a quick end when he feels your hand curl around his own.
“I-I wasn’t angry. He just told me a bad joke, sweetheart. That’s all I promise.” Gabriel attempts to reassure you with his words, and it seems to do the trick for now, because you nod and turn away, dragging the angel along with you.
Meanwhile, inside his head, he is freaking out because you are holding his hand. This should be of no concern because he was literally holding you in his arms earlier while you sobbed. So why did this feel so different than this? It made him warm, almost embarrassed, but he felt so alive. He could not help but wonder if this was what humans felt. It wasn’t like in heaven when an angel was paired with another they mate for life. Here on Earth, it was supposed to be the same, but human emotions could bring out the worst in people. This wasn’t like that. If he were to fall in love, he would be all in.
So for now, he would handle the little teasing of Sam with bravado and figure out just exactly where his feelings lay with you. He was leaned over the cart’s handle, forearms stretched out as he pushed the buggy behind you. “Okay,” you start pulling out a folded paper, “Sam gave me the list, so we just go in order.”
“Where to first?” Gabriel questions, and you turn to him smiling, brushing some hair behind your ear. He really hoped that his cheeks weren’t red right now. The way each stray hair, the ones that escaped the grasp of your bun, cascades down your cheeks and frames your face. The soft glow of your skin, of what he could see, the sweater covered most of your skin. He swallows, just hoping you can’t feel his nerves.
“Well, the list is sectioned out, but I say we start with fruit.” You declare, pointing to the section on the paper listed as produce. “I hope they have strawberries; they are my favorite.” With the idea of where to start in mind, the two of you are off towards the designated section.
Gabriel was a little at ease when really getting to see you come out of your shell and blossom. The way you would light up upon spotting certain pieces of fruit, or when you would count each one. The scrunch of your nose when crossing it off the list. Each number, item, and weight accounted for. When it came to the last item on the list, Gabriel had noticed that there was more on the list than accounted for. By the time that you had come to the same conclusion, an elderly woman approached with her cart. She must have not seen you, because she accidentally bumped you with the cart. You stopped, giving an apology to the woman thinking you had been in the way. She turns her gaze upwards and replies back, “No, excuse me dearie. I just was going to grab some apples.”
“Oh, well, you can have the last four. There’s plenty of other fruit.” You decide. Giving the nice lady a polite smile. The woman looks at the fruit, and Gabriel watches as her gaze falls on him. He, in turn, gives a small wave and a nod, then she turns back to you.
“Oh no—No.” She gives a slow shake of her head. “You and that handsome boyfriend of yours should take them.” You freeze, cheeks warming up as you spare a glance at Gabriel, who was just as shocked by the accusation and surely even more red than you. If that could have been possible, but he wanted to run away or hide. These feelings were all so new to him as an angel, and it was hard to express it, especially when he had known you for all of three days.
“Oh he’s not—“ You try to deny the accusation made by this stranger, but it was rather difficult when there was someone else in the room.
The lady grins, “Nonsense.” She laughs, reaching over to pat you on the arm and lowering her voice to a whisper, “Look at the way he’s looking at you, honey. His eyes. The windows to the soul.” This time you look at Gabriel again, focusing on his eyes. When your eyes locked, it was almost instantly his pupils dilated, irises practically lighting up. You smiled and looked away back to the woman who smiles knowingly. She knew, and now you did.
“Well, in that case, take the apples as a thank you for the advice.” You reach over for a bag and place the fruit inside before tying it off and placing it in her cart. She gives one last smile and rolls her cart away. Grabbing some other fruit to substitute the apples, you cannot help the smile or giddiness. You walk back to the cart, and Gabriel eyes you up and down.
“What did she tell you?” Gabriel finds himself asking because from the way you looked at him just moments ago it seemed she had something important and it was starting to bug him.
“Nothing.” You reply simply. What did she say? Did she say something about him? Did she know who he was? He spent the whole shopping trip on edge, and you. You would not stop looking at him; sometimes he thought you would brush your hand against his on purpose to get a reaction. Heavens, he even thought that you caught him staring.
Oh, the Winchester was in for one alright.
As you exit the store, Gabriel seems just as shocked as you when the Impala isn’t parked right outside. “Sam said he would be right here in a few. You texted him, right?”
Gabriel looked at you and nodded. “Yeah, I sent him the message when you were checking out.” That’s when the angel felt it—eyes on them, watching. He turned to you. He reacted quickly upon seeing the demon behind you, grabbing your arm and dragging you behind him. He kicked the cart towards the being, causing it to stumble and fall back. A soft gasp escaped you, “Gabe, what’s-“
“Demons.” The angel replies quickly. You watch as a silver blade slips down into his hand, brandishing said weapon towards the demon working its way back up off the ground. Groceries long forgotten, you watch the eyes as they flash black and you feel everything in you freeze, blood running cold.
“Either you leave or I vaporize you here and now.” There was this glow that emitted from him, then they appeared, wings— six of them. Previously you had only seen two.
The demon claps his hands chuckling as he did so, “Ah at last. Gabriel the Archangel makes a comeback.” His eyes narrow at the demon and it was then Gabriel recognized the demon, when his eyes had this reddish spark to them.
“Xander.” He sneered.
“Surprise.” Xander did a little gesture of ‘jazz hands’ and took a step, making Gabriel step back with you. That’s when you heard it, the screech of tires and the loud purr of the engine. Sam rolled up in the Impala next to them, leaning over the front to pop open the door.
Gabriel looks back at you, “Get in.” He tells you, and by the tone, he wasn’t asking but simply telling. Without a second thought, you climb into the front seat. When you move, so does Xander. Gabriel blocks his blow with his wing and kicks him back. “Sam, go!” As the car speeds up, you watch through the window as Gabriel and the demon fight. You just prayed that the archangel would fare well in this fight. Sam looks over at you several times in between checking all the mirrors.
“You okay?” Sam asks you clearly worried.
You look over at him and nod. “Yeah, I-I’m okay.” Mind still falling back to Gabriel.
Xander chuckles, wiping blood from his lip as he stumbles back. “Hah, wow. I almost felt that one.” The demon scoffs as he straightens up. Thankfully, Gabriel had enough sense to tackle him into the alleyway behind the store, preventing any harm to humans. But that was the last thing on his mind. Xander circles him, keeping his eyes on the angel as he had moved.
Gabriel, who had done the same, hesitated before rushing him. Despite the minor annoyances, he knew this demon and his capabilities. “You know… I heard about Asmodeus’ new pet, but seeing is believing. I am so shocked. An angel and a unicorn—now that’s intriguing.” He gives a smirk. Gabriel’s grip on his blade tightened, knuckles turning white, and his eyes narrowed.
Gabriel swallows his anger, “Don’t talk about her.”
“Or what?” Xander exclaims, taking a step forward. Gabriel steps back but lunges at the demon, who vanishes in an instant. He falls to the ground with a grunt, the echo of Xander’s laughter reverberating around him. Suddenly, a warm sensation pools at his side. Looking down, he realizes he’s fallen on broken glass. He winces in pain as he lifts his shirt to inspect the wound. It’s too deep; he’ll need help. With what little strength he has left, drained from the fight, he closes his eyes and focuses on the opposite of pain. Teleporting to the bunker, he finds himself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of his sanctuary.
Sam and you were worried about Gabriel, but he could handle himself. At least that’s what Sam had promised, trying to make sure you weren’t worried about him. That’s when you heard the flap of wings. When turning around to see Gabriel, your heart leaped with joy finding that he came back safe.
Until he stumbled and your eyes trailed down to the blood that seeped through his shirt and onto his hand. “Gabriel!” You ran over to him, closing the distance quickly, just as he fell into your arms. Dropping to your knees as you cradle the angel to your chest. “Sam!” You shout worry laced in your voice.
Gabriel winces as he adjusts to the position of being in your arms. “I-I… I’m sorry.” He whispered, and you shake your head, placing a hand on his cheek.
“No, don’t be. You saved my life.” Gabriel sends you a grin, one of the ones that would make you swoon, but you were too worried. Where the heck was Sam? You called out to him again, “Sam!”
The hunter sprinted around the corner and landed beside you on the ground. “What happened?” Sam inquires, gently lifting the shirt to examine the wound. You give a shrug in response.
Gabriel breathes out sharply, “I fell on some glass, but that bastard and I tousled before he took off.” Sam looks at the glass sticking out through his side and you felt worry. Something inside you seemed to just spark, reaching over you place a hand near his side. Sam watches in shock as a sort of light flows from your palm. The angel was just as shocked as he watched. The glass seemed to just vanish and his wound began to heal, despite the minimal pain he felt, it still kind of hurt.
Cell by cell you healed the wound watching as your own magic began to flow through you once more. When the wound was healed and the light faded, Sam and Gabriel look to you in shock. “How’d you… I thought..” Sam asks unable to fully process.
You give a shake of your head, “I-I’m not sure. I just knew I couldn’t let him stay injured. His own power was fading.” Gabriel breathes out a laugh and Sam finds himself laughing out if shock.
“You did amazing, sweetheart. Thank you.” Gabriel sits up with the help of you and Sam. He looks to you and the feelings he was stuck with didn’t seem so much like a burden anymore. He would protect you no matter what, just like you had.
“Just glad you’re alive, Gabriel. I can’t have my favorite angel dying on me.” You tease and he smiles.
Wearing on of those smug little grins, “Favorite? Ooh wait until Castiel finds out.” Gabriel looks back to Sam, who is feeling a little proud of himself in the moment, but just happy you got some of yourself back. That’s when two other voices intrude.
“Sam? What’s going on?” Dean asks.
“It seems like something big happened while we were gone.” Castiel added glancing between the three figures, before putting things together himself.
Asmodeus it tapped his fingers on the arm-rest of the throne as he listened to the demon’s story. “And you’re sure of this?”
“Absolutely, my lord.” Xander bows, “Gabriel the Archangel has returned and is protecting the unicorn, along with the Winchesters. Not sure where they are hiding,” He straightens back up, “But I will find them. Find her.” Arthur stands off to the side and listens in. This was bad, but he didn’t know where you were, perhaps he could warn the brothers.
I saw your post about wanting requests and I was curious if I could pop in and ask for literally anything with gabriel! 💀 maybe something silly like the reader is talking to sam or dean about their feelings for gabriel and he happens to overhear. a bit of a he’s right behind me isn’t he moment 🧍♂️ or if you’d prefer to write a similar scenario with dean or cas or if something else comes to mind! thank you <3
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summary ♡ you've been spending a lot of time with a certain archangel lately, and your brothers, especially dean, don't approve. OR gabriel overhears something he shouldn't.
word count ♡ 1.4k
warnings ♡ fem winchester!reader mild language, use of "sweetheart", "m'lady", and "dollface" (dollface is used jokingly), mentions of lucifer (yuck)
notes ♡ this is set sometime between changing channels and hammer of the gods (we ignore the implications that this means gabriel would be ‘dying’ soon in universe.. whoops!) AND SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO POST ANON!!
"Gabriel? As in— the friggin' archangel? That's who you've been goin' on about all this time?" Dean threw his hands up as he paced the room, stopping in his tracks to give you a look. "Seriously? Him?"
Sam was pointedly staying out of the conversation, sitting on one of the motel twin beds and presumably doing some research on his laptop, only glancing up every few seconds, perhaps to make sure Dean didn't explode.
"Okay, okay, I know you don't exactly like him, De, but— c'mon, he's not so bad." You and Gabriel had been spending quite a bit of time together lately, for no reason in particular except for the fact he kept popping in whenever your brothers went out on hunts and refused to let you come (much to your dismay). At first, you'd been reluctant, after all the guy had put your brothers through some… rather questionable situations, but he turned out to be sweet. Like, stupid sweet.
"'Not so bad'" Dean pitched his voice up to a mocking tone, "The dude freakin' ganked me. Hundreds of times. Not that I personally remember, but still."
Well. He wasn't wrong. "Well— uh, he's helped us out, hasn't he?" Maybe 'helped' was a bit of an exaggeration, but whatever. You needed Dean to understand that Gabriel wasn't as much of a dick as he seemed to believe.
"Helped. Sure. Because puttin' us through a bunch of TV shows was just what we needed while we're trying to stop the devil from icing the entire frickin' planet—"
He had a point, but to be fair, you'd already spoken to Gabriel about that. And he had been trying to teach Sam and Dean a valuable lesson, in his own rather special way. You just needed him to be a little less creative when it came to getting things through your brothers' thick skulls (although, you often had to resort to unusual methods in that area too.)
"He's sweet, Dean." You sighed exasperatedly, "I know nothin' I say is going to make you like him, but he's nice. And he's trying to help, he just.. doesn't always go about it the right way."
Dean gave you a look, his brows furrowed into a tight crease just above his nose bridge. "What, are you in love with the guy? Cause' your damn mistaken if you think m'letting my little sister date an archangel. That'd be like me givin' your hand in marriage to Lucifer."
You grimaced at the thought of that. "First of all, you don't get to decide who I date. I'm an adult." you paused, "and second, Gabriel is nothing like that son of a bitch."
Dean let out a whistle and raised his hands up in mock surrender, taking a step back. "Okay, okay. Either way, you didn't deny bein' in love with him."
Sam didn't glance up from his laptop, but he did murmur, "Dean, c'mon. Leave her alone."
Dean waved him off, "So are you?"
You flushed a little. If you were being honest, you supposed you didn't really know. What you did know was that you'd had more fun hanging out with Gabriel the past few months than you'd had in a long time— maybe even ever. You did know that whenever he made his stupid, flirty jokes towards you, you could feel your stomach go all fluttery. So were you in love with him? Maybe.
"I don't— I don't know, maybe," you murmured, cheeks burning, your gaze burning a hole into the cheap, musty motel carpet. "Doesn't matter."
"I dunno, sweetheart, I think it matters." That was definitely not Dean's voice. Dean turned so quickly, cursing when he noticed that the angel had been standing in the room unnoticed for God knows how long.
You instantly felt your face flush even more. If it was possible to die from sheer embarrassment, you already had one foot in the grave. You didn't know how long Gabriel had been standing in the corner, didn't know how much he had heard— but clearly, he'd heard the most incriminating part; you admitting that you were maybe, sort of, a little bit in love with him.
"Jesus, Gabriel, you can't just… pop in whenever you feel like it," you glanced up at him, saw that cocky smirk, and— nope— you dropped your gaze right back to the ugly carpet.
"Yeah, Gabriel," Dean's voice shifted to a more teasing tone when it got to Gabriel's name. You figured he was probably still mocking you. Dick.
"Such a warm welcome," Gabriel deadpanned, and you caught Sam roll his eyes. Gabriel gestured at you, "You usually don't mind when I pop in at random."
"Okay, well," you trailed off, "I was havin' an important conversation."
"Oh, yes, I heard," you glanced up and he was grinning smugly, in a way that made you want to simultaneously kiss and punch it off of him.
"How much did you hear?" you mumbled, digging into the floor with your heel. You wanted to disappear right now. If you could fly like Gabriel, you'd already be halfway across the globe by now.
"Only like, all of it," Gabriel shrugged and chuckled confidently. You wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole and die. Preferably as soon as possible, or even yesterday. Before you even had time to process your thoughts on the situation, Gabriel tapped two fingers to your shoulder and all of the sudden you were flying, stomach twisting with waves of nausea.
You landed in an arguably much nicer hotel room. You couldn't figure out exactly where you were, not that the location was the most pressing issue to you at the moment, rather the fact that Gabriel now knew you had feelings for him.
Head spinning, you grumbled, "Gabriel, what was that for—?"
"Wanted to talk to you, sorry m'lady," he gave a cheesy little bow and oh, you loved him. No doubt about it anymore. No 'maybes' there.
"Shut up," you murmured, "You- weren't supposed to hear any of that, y'know? Eavesdropping is rude in human culture."
"Well, good thing i'm not a human then, dollface." He shot you a flashy smirk.
"Don't call me that." You gave him a look, and he nodded immediately.
"Yes ma'am," he winked, and you rolled your eyes despite the way it sent butterflies swarming in your gut. "So, a little birdy told me you're maybe in love with me?"
"Oh, shut up with that 'a little birdy' crap," you swatted his shoulder, "Just say you were eavesdropping, because you have no manners, and you overheard me saying that i'm definitely in love with you."
"Definitely? I've been promoted?" You could've sworn there was a pink tint to Gabriel's cheeks, and if that didn't make the butterflies go even crazier, you didn't know what would.
"Yes, definitely, idiot. I'm in love with you," you murmured under your breath, not looking at him. "Not exactly how I wanted you to find out."
Gabriel placed two fingers under your chin and gently tilted your head up to make you look at him. "I didn't quite hear you the first time there, mind saying that again?" there was a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, and that put you at ease a little.
"I love you, Gabriel." You muttered, and you watched his eyes noticeably soften the moment the words left your mouth.
"Well, gee, don't flatter me," he was blushing quite obviously, and his hand was fully cupping your jaw now. "I do too, though."
Just to be annoying, you tilted your head in mock confusion. "You do… what?"
He rolled his eyes dramatically. "I love you." your heart melted the moment you heard him say that. He leaned in, and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you; and he did, but on the tip of your nose rather than your lips, which felt infinitely more romantic to you. Such a human gesture from an archangel, your archangel. Oh, you definitely liked the sound of that.
"My brothers are going to kill you," your forehead was pressed gently against Gabriel's. He let out a loud chuckle.
"Wont be their easiest task. And it would be worth it, anyway. I should be safe for now though," he smirked, "After all, Sam knew I was 'eavesdropping' as you call it."
"I'll chew him out for that later," you murmured, "right now, I don't really care."
can you do gabriel x insomniac reader and he uses his grace to help them sleep??? There's a huge lack in fluffy fics with grace being used for this and i think its a super cute concept
𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓫𝔂
Gabriel x insomniac reader
fluff!!
reader cannot sleep :(
(this is my first Gabriel x reader, but I re-watched an episode or two while writing this and read fics and such due to the fact I did NOT wanna mischaracterise him. I'm so sorry if I did though!)
( also I'm so excited! this is my first request, I havent stated this but feel free to request anything for supernatural characters, I do X reader and cannon x cannon)
posted June 21 2024
The motel was quiet. Sam and Dean had enough money to spare and you got your own room. You’d been staring at the ceiling for hours, watching shadows crawl across the room while the digital clock mocked you from the nightstand.
2:13 AM.
2:47 AM.
3:26 AM.
Sleep wouldn’t come, It never really did. Most nights you'd do extensive research on the case until sunrise, surviving on coffee and stubbornness. Sam worried. Dean pretended not to. And Gabriel was too busy bothering you three hunters to care—at least, that’s what he wanted everyone to think.
So when you stood up and got out of your bed to reach for your bag that sat on the table near the door, the last thing.. Or the last angel you expected was Gabriel.
“You know normal people sleep at this hour, right?”
You quickly turn around to the Archangel.. He just smirked at you. You'd be lying if you said you didn't notice the growing tension between you two in cases where he was tricking you three and putting you three through shows or repeating the same day. He'd stare at you longer than Sam or Dean, he'd get up and in your personal space, he'd do things in his little tricks for you as a way to flirt.
So when you turned around, and saw him, your heart skipped a beat and started to race but your face stayed the same, tired but alert. You heard Gabriel chuckle and cross his arms over his chest.
“What do you want, and what are you laughing at?”
You snap, your day had been tiring, and after coming back to the motel and taking a warm shower you still couldn't seem to catch a break. You're irritated, but not at Gabriel, he's the last person you'd be mad at, you were irritated at the fact you couldn't sleep and he caught on.
“Wow, I touched a nerve, huh? I just came by to check on my favorite little human and you just can't stand to see my charming face.”
You sigh and ease up a bit.
You sigh and ease up a bit.
“See? There you gooo!”
he teased, pointing at you dramatically.
“That’s the look I like. Much less murder-y.”
You rolled your eyes and reached for your bag.
“I’m working.”
“At three in the morning?”
“Technically it’s almost four.”
Gabriel stared at you. You stared back.
“…That’s not the defense you think it is, sweetheart.”
You huffed and pulled out a notebook. The case was spread across its pages. Witness statements, newspaper clippings, notes scribbled in different colored pens. You sat down at the little motel table. Gabriel’s expression shifted.
“You’re seriously researching?”
“What else would I be doing?”
“Sleeping.”
You laughed. A short, humorless sound. Gabriel’s smile faded. The room fell quiet. You looked down at your notes, avoiding his eyes.
“I can’t.”
The words slipped out before you could stop them. Gabriel didn’t answer immediately. For once, there wasn’t a joke. No smart comments. No sarcastic comeback. Just silence. When you finally looked up, he was watching you carefully.
“How long?”
You frowned.
“What?”
“How long since you’ve actually slept.”
You opened your mouth, closed it, then Opened it again.
“…I don’t know.”
Gabriel’s jaw tightened. That surprised you. You’d expected amusement. Maybe annoyance. Not concern.
“It’s not a big deal, I'm fine.”
Gabriel snorted.
“Sure.”
“I am.”
“You look like you’ve been hit by a truck.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
You couldn’t help it. A tiny smile tugged at your lips. Gabriel immediately pointed at you.
“There it is again.”
“Oh my God.”
You groaned and buried your face in your hands. A laugh escaped him. Not his usual loud, attention-seeking laugh. A real one. Warm and quiet. The sound made your heart do something embarrassing. When you looked up again, he was standing closer. You hadn’t even seen him move. Typical angel.
“Gabriel.”
“Hm?”
“What are you doing?”
His gaze softened. And suddenly the motel room felt very small. Very quiet. Very aware of the fact that he was standing only a few feet away.
“You know,”
he said lightly,
“I’ve watched humans for a few thousand years.”
“Oh, only a few thousand?”
“Don’t interrupt my dramatic speech.”
You rolled your eyes. He continued with a little smirk on his face.
“I’ve seen people push themselves until they break.”
The teasing had disappeared completely now.
“I’ve seen hunters do it even faster.”
Your chest tightened. Gabriel reached out. For a moment you thought he was going to touch your face. Instead he gently took the notebook from your hands.
“Hey—”
“Nope.”
He snapped his fingers. The notebook vanished.
“Gabriel!”
“Temporary confiscation.”
“You can’t just—”
“I absolutely can.”
You glared at him. He grinned. Then the grin softened… He had slowly made his way to the bed, sat down, his back against the headboard, he lolled his head over to look at you
“Come here.”
Immediately suspicious, you crossed your arms.
“No.”
“Come on.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
“Gabriel.”
He sighed dramatically. Then, before you could react—with a swipe of his fingers in the air, you were next to him on the bed. You stared. He stared back at you with the Sam stupid grin that you loved so much. Eventually, exhaustion won.You shuffled closer.
“Happy?”
“Ecstatic.”
For a few moments neither of you spoke, it was a bit awkward due to the fact he wrapped his arm around your shoulders so now your head laid against his chest. The motel’s air conditioner hummed quietly. Outside, rain tapped against the window. Then Gabriel lifted his opposite hand.
“Trust me?”
The question was unusually sincere. You looked at him. Really looked at him. Past the smirks. Past the tricks, past the endless jokes—And found someone who seemed genuinely worried about you. Slowly, you nodded. Gabriel smiled. Gentle. Almost shy.
Then he cupped your cheek, his hand slowly moved up to your temple, his thumb brushed against your eyebrow.. You then seen a soft glow from his palm from the corner of your eye
Warmth spread through you immediately. Not heat. Not magic forcing you unconscious. Just warmth. Like sinking beneath blankets fresh from the dryer. Like sitting beside a fireplace after being cold for too long. Like finally exhaling after holding your breath for years. Your shoulders relaxed. Then your neck.Then every muscle you hadn’t realized was tense. The constant buzzing in your mind began to quiet. Thoughts that had been racing for hours slowed. The noise faded. Not completely. Just enough.
Your eyes widened, or at least as much as they could due to the sleepiness weighing your eyes down.
“Gabriel…”
Golden light flickered briefly behind his eyes. His grace, Soft, Careful, Gentle in a way you would’ve never imagined possible.
“I know,”
he murmured. Your eyelids suddenly felt heavy. Very heavy. The first genuine wave of sleep you’d felt in weeks washed over you.
“What did you do?”
A small smile appeared on his face.
“Nothing scary.”
Your eyes were already drifting shut.
“Promise?”
“I promise.. Just my grace, it won't hurt you, I won't let it”
Gabriel’s hand found your hair, stroking it softly. His touch was careful and gentle, it was as though you were something precious, Something fragile.
“You can sleep,”
he said quietly. The words wrapped around you as gently as his grace did, Safe, Warm, Certain. You felt yourself sinking deeper into the mattress. The exhaustion you’d been carrying for weeks finally catching up to you. For the first time in a long time, sleep didn’t feel impossible. It felt easy, natural. Your body relaxed fully against him. You were too tired to be embarrassed, too tired to move. For a second he froze. He's never been this seriously physically intimate with someone, let alone a human. He was very careful and relaxed. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Yeah,”
he whispered, looking down at you.
“There you go...”
The last thing you felt before sleep claimed you completely was Gabriel brushing a strand of hair away from your face. And for the rest of the night, the Archangel stayed exactly where he was. Making sure nothing disturbed your dreams.. And he even went out of his way to pop in your dreams and check on you.. Some of them were you and the Winchesters, others were you and him.. Though he’d never admit it out loud, something settled in Gabriel’s chest as he looked down at you. Humans were fragile. Temporary. Gone in the blink of an archangel’s eye. But somehow that only made him want to stay longer. To keep you safe. To make sure you got another tomorrow, to make sure you knew how much he loves you.
OH EM GEEEE this is my first Gabriel fic! and its also my first request, I was so excited about this that I started to work on it right after I seen it!!!! I hope you enjoy to whoever requested it!!!!
Story: Asmodeus was a monster, one with a secret collection. He had you. The last of your kind and everyday he would come to steal your essence to empower himself. Arthur has enough and steals you away to stay hidden with the Winchesters. Where you meet a certain archangel whom you become close with. Gabriel finds that he himself cannot stay away and promises to watch over you; that’s when things take an interesting turn.
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Morning had come rather quickly. Not a single moment wasn’t plagued by the awful nightmares of him, of the things you’d experienced. It started as small little scares but soon became unbearable rather quickly. Rolling over and letting out a small sigh knowing this whole ‘healing’ process was going to take more time. It was frustrating knowing things like this couldn’t be fixed with the press of a button. Someone couldn’t just whisk you away from hell and expect healing overnight, but you wanted so badly to forget it all. You fiddle with the fabric of the blanket, enjoying the feeling of soft cotton beneath your fingers. At least there was a bed to sleep on and food. You remember the delightful taste of the apples, the sourness of the grapes, and juiciness of the watermelon.
As if on cue your stomach grumbles, the beginning of hunger pains starting up. That was when you smelled it, peeling back the covers shuddering at the cool touch of the air. The loss of the warmth was upsetting but the smell of what you hoped was pancakes was much more interesting at the moment. Sweet, sugary, and doused in maple syrup. Your kind had an affinity with all things delightfully sweet and it was a bit of a problem sometimes. Following the smell you open the door and looked left and right, the sound of laughter echoed down the hallway and you step out of the room.
Following the winding path, the floor bites against the pads of your feet but it goes ignored. Wrapping your arms around yourself to attempt to and rub away the cold that kisses your skin. The laughter along with the smell of vanilla overcomes you when finally rounding the corner and into the kitchen. There were two figures standing in the kitchen. One you recognized as Gabriel, who seemed to be scolding the other playfully, “Sammy that is the saddest excuse for a pancake I’ve ever seen.”
Sammy? Must be a nick-name of sorts. “Okay, why don’t you try, Gabriel?” He snaps at the angel who snorts out a laugh, shrugging his shoulders in response.
“Hey, I am not perfect, but at least mine looks edible.” Gabriel says holding up his hands in defense. The little interaction was cute, and there is no stopping the smile that sneaks onto your lips. They were seated at the table decorating the fluffy food with all kinds of toppings and they looked so good. The angel had decorated his with whip cream, strawberries, and a little syrup. Sammy had just gone straight classic butter and syrup. You took a step forward into the kitchen. However the creaky floors giving your presence away, which catches the attention of the parties in the room.
Both boys turn to face you. They seemed so shocked, especially Gabriel, you begin to fold in on yourself. “Did I interrupt?” You ask taking a step back.
Gabriel and Sam are quick to react, but the hunter speaks first. “No, we just figured that you would still be sleeping.”
“This is your first time being free. Really what Sam means is that we don’t want you to over work yourself before you are all healed up, sweetheart.” Gabriel adds.
“I tried to sleep.” You tell him taking another tentative step forward, “Then I smelled the pancakes, and I was feeling hungry..” Sure there was the fact that not only could you not sleep, but that you didn’t want to.
Gabriel could sense that you were hiding something from them, but he knew better than to push the subject. He was well aware that you needed time, just like had all those years ago when the conflict of heaven began. “Well then come join us. Pick your poison, whip cream, strawberries, syrup. You name it I got it, angel.” He pulls out a chair for you to sit and Sam places an empty plate down in front of you.
Making yourself comfortable you look over to Gabriel, thanking him silently with just a look. He knew. For now he would just do exactly what he could to help and for now that was making pancakes out of thin air. The stack just appeared before you eyes with a wave of his hand. Sam hands over the toppings to you one by one smiling all the while and joking about the unicorn’s and their sweet tooth.
He was right.
The pancakes were delicious and the company of them both was even better. Getting to know Sam who was really nice, that he and the angel seemed to have a sort of interesting relationship. Friendly, but more of a familial bond. After breakfast, Sam had wandered out of the room, leaving you with heaven’s most charismatic angel.
“You know,” He starts as he joins you at the sink, “If you ever can’t sleep, you can come to me or Castiel. Our grace can be used to help with nightmares.” Gabriel turns the sink on, rolling his sleeves up and beginning the process of washing, then you finish them by drying each dish.
“If I had my essence then I could do it myself.” You tell him, gaze cast down at the plate in your hand, drying it off. Staring at your own reflection in the plate. It still hurt that you couldn’t help yourself as much as you wanted to. Relying on others was just so hard after everything.
Gabriel watches as you stare down at the plate thinking over your words in his head, before he replies, “Just because you cannot do it now, doesn’t mean that it’s not going to get better. It is okay to ask for help. It’s why you were brought here after all. For us to help.” His tone wasn’t rude or harsh the angel was gentle when speaking. He was attempting to remind you that things like this need time. It was true you blamed yourself for falling into the hands of Asmodeus, but the truth was it was for them. Someone you loved.
The beginnings of tears begin to prick at your eyes, setting down the plate to quickly try to wipe them away but Gabriel had seen. He already knew what was on your mind and when it couldn’t be held in any longer that’s when it all broke through.
Tears rolled down your cheeks, hot and wet, because deep down inside you still were hurting. The loss and pain you bad experienced was on a massive scale. Gabriel reacts quickly in the moment, taking your shoulders and pulling you to his chest. You let him. Let him hold you while you sobbed. “Shh, it’s okay. Just breathe, angel. Breathe.” He instructs in a gentle tone, but you were already sobbing into his chest, fingers gripping at the lapels of his coat trying to find a way to ground yourself.
It was hard. This was hard. How could you expect to be normal again?
So you broke. Crying into the angels chest what felt like forever, until you felt this warmth envelop around you. Curling and wrapping its arms around you until all you can feel is its embrace. Slowly the tears began to let up, tears no longer flowing, and the sobs that raked through your body slowed. Lastly your breathing returned to normal. When you pulled your head back it was unlike anything you had ever seen. Gabriel was the source of this warmth, two large feathered wings were encircled around you both.
That’s when your ears finally picked up a familiar sound, looking up at the face of the archangel who calmed you.
His eyes were closed and he was humming, at first it was confusing, but it was so calming. When his eyes opened, you got a closer look at them, so soft and full of life. A mossy green with flecks of amber dancing in between. Truly beautiful. In this moment you realized something about Gabriel, he was the calm in the storm, the eye in the hurricane. He would always be the calm. Just like he was now, “Thank you, Gabriel.”
“Anytime, angel.” He whispers.
After the scene in the kitchen, Gabriel promised to finish up with the dishes, and you promptly left the room. You weren’t sure why he was so much different than Castiel, but you hadn’t got to know the other angel all that well. However when you reach your room, said angel is standing in the midst of the room. All along the walls were these large symbols, which you had recognized as the Enochian language.
It was very similar to the one unicorns had spoken, created by God for all his angels, for your kind as well. In the back of your mind a memory played, flashing before your eyes as if it had just happened.
In your crib, the symbols glared down at you, echoing and flashing across your mind. The small mobile had them carved into each piece of wood as the danced above you. They were for your protection, another voice echoes in your mind from the memory. “It protects her dreams, love. She will be safe this way.” Two figures were staring down at you in the crib. You knew them. Mom? Dad?
Whiel it came to you, the memory only lasted a mere few seconds. Yet you had remembered it so vividly like it had just happened only moments ago. “Dream warding.” Your voice breaks the silence and seems to startle Castiel out of his work.
He turns to you. “I hope you don’t mind. I was told you had some trouble sleeping.” The angel meant well of course and honestly it was really appreciated that he was going to the lengths to do something like this. The small things that everyone was doing to help was really starting to make you believe things could get better. That they will get better. ‘All in time.’ Gabriel’s voice echoes in your mind. He was right and you knew that, but it did not make it any less difficult.
“It’s nice, Castiel.” The angel grins at your response, and you smile when he steps back from the completing the last sigil.
It was then he had noticed the redness and puffiness of your cheeks, complete with reddened eyes. He didn’t want to ask, “Have you been crying?” Castiel inquires as he approaches you with a look of concern.
Well, there was definitely no hiding it from now, “Yes.. I just had little moment after breakfast, Gabriel was there to help me through it I just..” You trail off looking up into Castiel’s eyes, truly he seemed to worry, but that was just his nature. “I just feel bad that I need help.”
Castiel nods in understanding, “I myself struggle with that idea a lot. Sometimes angels can vein require assistance. Not that applies to your suffering, but I understand. Any angel would.” His advice is comforting, knowing your friends in the heavens had struggled just as much with the idea. Unicorns were strong so for the most part they lived in solidarity, hence why they were hard to find, and because for the most part they took care of themselves, so having help was new. Something you were struggling with.
“Thank you.” You give the angel a quick hug, and although it takes him a minute to reciprocate, it was nice almost as much as the one Gabriel had given. It was so odd how much he had been on your mind as of late. Whenever you pulled away Castiel had this sort of melancholy expression so you assure him, “I’m okay, Castiel, just need more time.”
After the little interaction with Castiel he left to handle some business, but promised to be on a retainer if you needed anything. You somehow stumbled across the small library in the bunker. When entering there was a slight part of you that was surprised to find someone else there already. The man had familiarity about him, but you were not sure who he was.
Dean felt the eyes on him and slowly turned to find you standing in the doorway, “Hey, glad to see you up and about.” He noticed that you had appeared confused and a bit uneasy as you stared at him. “Right..” He straightens up in the chair attempting to give a friendly smile, “I’m Dean. Uh Sam is my brother. He’s friends with that uh walking joke book.” A tilt of your head in response to his attempt at humor told him it made no sense to you. Right you hadn’t met him last night, he had been off with sam double checking the wardings and the last thing they would want is a break in.
“Walking joke book?” You raise a brow, taking a few steps forward. When you approach the table where Dean was sitting. He smiled glad that you were starting of warming up to him. All of this had to be hard on you. Regaining trust.
Dean closes the book he was reading, a hunt they were going on later, but that could wait. “Oh yeah, that’s what I call Gabriel. He’s kind of a trickster.” He chuckles to himself and watches you approach the table.
“I think he’s nice.” You say, remembering back to the two interactions you’ve had were genuinely pleasant, “He’s funny, so far I like him.”
“Yeah well if funny is being stuck in an endless loop of tv shows or if dying over and over is considered funny.” Dean argues, brows tightly knot together.
It was shocking and confusing at the same time, “He did that?”
“Well the old him. It’s kinda complicated, and if you are in the mood for a story, you should ask him. Either way he’s a good guy, for now.” The face that he makes brings a smile to your face. Dean was starting to work his way up on your favorites list, he seemed nice.
“How have none of you found anythin’?” Asmodeus asks the group of demons standing before him. Each one exchanging looks between on another and they seemed at a loss for words. “Useless. The lot of yah.” He slams a palm down on the armrest of the throne and the demons scatter.
“If I may, my lord.” Xander speaks up, to which Arthur replies with an exaggerated eye roll. The demon of which, had an annoyingly dangerous streak. As harmless as he was it was his devotion to Asmodeusu that proved to be a bit concerning. For now Arthur just had to wait it out and keep covering his ass, so to speak.
Dean was a great storyteller, the amount of things that have happened to him and his brother was incredible. Hunters. They hinter the most bad and the worst of the worst, at least that was how he put it. Currently he was telling the tale about how he and sam had to speak with Zanna, imaginary creatures that protected children, at first it seemed ridiculous and you thought so too at first. “And then he just left.”
“Wow that-” Unable to find the words.
“Crazy, right?” Dean finishes and you nod laughing a little more.
Gabriel had been doing his usual routine inspection of the bunker when he passed the library. There was laughter echoing on the walls, when he passed by he saw you laughing with Dean. It made him smile a little knowing that you were at least feeling somewhat better.
“She seems to be in better mood.” The sudden sound of Castiel’s voice would nearly have the archangel jumping out of his skin, but he was too focused.
“Yeah.” Gabriel seemed out of it as far as Castiel had noticed. There were only to times he had seen him like this. When their father had created the garden and the first time he met the humans. It was a fascination, an attraction.
“Brother.” Castiel tries again to gain his attention, this time finding it worked.
“Sorry, Cass.” He apologized, “I just.. am feeling a bit more in tuned with my emotions than I am used to.”
“Ah yes. I understand, it’s familiar to me.” The seraphim nods, turning fully to face Gabriel who turns away to meet Castiel’s gaze. “When I first met the Winchesters I was a little off put. Then I got to know them and that’s when I began to feel more emotions. Anger, sadness, worry, fear, and love. Perhaps this is the same.” The archangel spares another glance at you and the way your lighting up, laughing at the silliest of Dean’s stories.
It made his vessel’s heart ache, because he wished it was him. “Maybe.. I am going to go for a walk, I’ll be back later.” Castiel went to stop him, but he was already gone.
Later that evening after Dean’s riveting tales of him and his brother’s hints that had to go out for a bit. Something about a werewolf, nasty creatures as far as you knew or well at least that’s what your dad always said.
“Why can’t I go past the gate?” Your father smiled
“Because there are monsters out there. Not just humans, but werewolves too. They are bloodthirsty animals and have no self control. So we stay inside the silver gate to protect us. Protect you.” He explains to you, but it just didn’t seem real. That was until you went past the gate later that night. Curiousity had gotten the better of you and well it certainly was true. Werewolves were monsters, you almost lost him that night.
Shaking away the memory, you return back to the book that Dean had given you to read up on the monsters they fought. Glancing at the clock you saw it was only 3:00 P.M. The day is rolling by really slow, finding ways to keep you busy was getting difficult. Sleeping was definitely not an option. Then you had remembered what Castiel had said.
Taking a deep breath and folding your hands in prayer. You began to think his name. For a while it was silent until the sound of wings flapping brought you out of it. Turning your head to see the seraphim standing there with a concerned look as he approached. “I heard you call. Is everything alright?” The tone he took was unlike the much friendlier one he used earlier. This was flat and serious.
“Yes, I uhm… just wanted some company. Dean and Sam are out and well.. I couldn’t find Gabriel. I didn’t want to be alone.” You explain fiddling with the edge of the book Dean had passed your way. Castiel seems to understand because he gives a nod.
“How do you feel about a game?” The angel asks seemingly excited.
“Well I have planned tons growing up.” You reply trying to genuinely think of the last time you had done something like that.
“This is a human game. I was really into it when I went crazy.” Castiel pulls the game from out of nowhere and you raise a brow.
“Angels go crazy?”
“Well, this was because of some seriously crazy things that went down. Anyway, I think we should play, I will teach you all the rules.” Castiel walks over and lays the game out, before taking the necessary pieces and other items out from the box. The game was called ‘Sorry’ nothing you had ever seen before. Once the game was all set up Castiel looks to you, “What color do you want?”
“Hmm.” You tap your chin in thought looking at the colors. “I want yellow.” The response seems to make him happy sonce he snatches up the blue pieces quickly.
He lets out a mischievous chuckle, “Prepare to be sorry.” Okay, so Castiel was just a precious little guy. A smile makes its way onto your face as you watch him put his pieces onto the board, before setting up the cards and looking to you.
Then you reply, “You first.”
Gabriel had been out on a walk for a couple hours, usually things like this would be in and out of his mind in no time. This was different. He felt so deeply for you and he had only known you for a day, it was odd to feel so connected to someone he just met. Then again there was that little situation that happened with you in the kitchen this morning.
He did what he was supposed to, he was there to help. Yet, he felt it wasn’t enough and that he hadn’t really been helping. His gaze slowly turns to the sky, “You got anything to say dad?” He expected nothing from his father which is exactly what he got. Thanks dad for nothing, with a shrug of his shoulders he decided it best to return.
When he did there was the shrill sound of laughter followed by Castiel who shouted, “No! That’s not fair!” Gabriel wandered back up the steps to the library and when peaking in he was you both playing a game.
“Well, according to the rules it is totally fair. So hah.” You argue waving the card in his face, which Castiel seems to just pout as he moves his blue piece back to another soace on the board.
“Sorry.” You say in a sing song voice. At least you were happy and enjoying the activity. That’s when you turn to look at him, “Gabriel! You should come play.” He did a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure he was the one you were talking to. He points to himself and you giggle, “Come on silly, yes you.”
Gabriel takes a seat at the table and you hand over the set of green game pieces to him. When his fingers brush over you there was a sort of white-hot spark burns beneath your skin. He felt it to warm and like a fire burning beneath his skin. The two of you locked eyes, staring into one another’s eyes for just a moment longer. Until his brother interrupted, “Okay, game on. Don’t think I will go easy on you, just because we are related.” Castiel waves a finger at Gabriel who only smirks in response, suppressing the emotions down he felt at the moment.
“Oh yeah, Cassie? You gonna outsmart the trickster?” The archangel raises a brow and Castiel sends him a glare.
“Yeah, we both will.” You argue. For now things were getting better. It is only the start of the healing and maybe something more. After all time would be able to tell.
Summary: The king of hell cannot help but fall head over heels for you over and over again each day. So when the anniversary rolls around, you bake him a dessert and he reminds you exactly why he loves you.
Crowley x (Wife)Fem!Reader
He was the king.
Correction, He is the king.
Well, he’s actually your king. Crowley was incredibly shocked when he met you, quick as whip and not afraid to put your foot down no matter the situation. Yet, you had this awfully sweet side that he had adored. After helping the Winchesters with only God knows whatever venture they were on the hunt for or whatever monster they need to stop, he went back for you.
Finding you both intellectually and physically stimulating it had made him do a whole three-sixty. He couldn’t complain as you were the perfect balance to his evil side. He knew it. You knew it.
So as the day of his anniversary approaches he finds himself stuck. What to do? What kind of present fits his queen? The demon was absolutely driving himself, along with his subjects, up the walls about it. So much so he went to Castiel for help.
“Anything? Got any big ideas?”
Castiel tilts his head and looks off to the side “Perhaps get her something that only you could. I mean you are a king.” He notes, “The king of Hell, and well there are so many things you could give her.” The advice was useful but so vague it did little to help Crowley’s problem. Damn.
That’s when it hit him. Only something that he could give you. Perfect. “Thanks, feathers.”
Nothing was perfect, except when it was. Today was your anniversary and it just filled you with a pleasant buzz that was not going away. It was hard because that was how he made you feel. It was odd that a demon of all things had made you so happy. Not just that he was the king. The others seemed to like having you around, some claimed it made him less grouchy and others said he was even more particular but it was nice. So here you were in the kitchen baking away, because as much as Crowley loved a good deal, he loved sweets just as much.
You were fishing up the decorations on the cake when that familiar sensation danced across your skin, sending a pleasant chill down along your spine. You knew he was there, but he just loved sneaking up on you. “I know you can feel me, darling.” His voice brings a certain giddiness to you and turning on your heels to face him.
“Well, what do you expect when you attempt to sneak up on me all the time. A girl gets used to these things, my king.” You bow to him out of respect and more so as a joke. His hand finds its way beneath your chin, lifting and urging you back up to stand.
“You have no need to bow to me my queen.” His grip on your chin grows slightly firm, guiding you closer to him. When his lips brush yours it is passionate, soft, and euphoric. Crowley was a deeply respectful lover and an even better husband. When you pull back he chuckles, “Do I smell cake.”
“Yes.” You replied breathlessly, “I knew today was special, so I made you something sweet.” He chuckles in response and looks over at the cake, palm moving to cup your cheek. “Looks divine, darling. I have something for you as well.” Crowley pulls away, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small velvet jewelry box, too big to be a ring and too large for earrings. You take the box and open it revealing the jewelry sitting neatly in the plush fabric lining of the box.
“Oh, Crowley..” It nearly takes your breath away, because it is unlike anything you have ever seen. Glittering chain of demands, but in the center was red gem, encased in black metal and it glowed. “It’s beautiful. What is it?” Your eyes flit back up to his and he smiles.
“Why it’s a blood diamond. A real one, forged in hell.” He tells you, “And when you are close to me or if I go it stops glowing. It is a piece of me for you.” As he tells you this there is just nothing you can do or say to thank him enough. He reaches to remove the delicate necklace from its case. “Allow me.” You turn around and brush your hair aside to let him hook the chain around your neck. Fingers brushing across your skin, a pleasant tingle following in suit. You turn back around to face him with the biggest smile you could manage.
“It’s so amazing. I love it, love you.” Your hands cup his face in your palms, thumbs gently brushing over the stubble on his chin. Crowley smiles down at you, not a grin, or his usually cocky smirk. A genuine smile, the only time he would is with you and it was such a precious gesture that meant the world for you.
“You are mine forever, my darling.” Crowley tells you in a hushed voice. “Now, about that cake.” You can only giggle at him, forever the king and an even bigger sweetheart.
6: I talk to myself a lot, considering I have AuDHD, which is a form of autism so I talk to myself to remind me of things I did or didn’t do to remember or just for fun. Idk if it counts as talking to myself cause I talk to my dog Star, all the time. I’ll be like ‘girl did you see what they just did out there? Is crazy?’ But yeah a lot
9: Idk if I really have gossip or tea on anyone. I did however find out that best friend was actually dating/marrying the guy I thought she was and when I asked her she said no. Then I found facebook photos and I was like GIRLLLLL the way you tricked me was so good haha. I love her tho so I am not mad.
11: When I was a kid I used to say ‘yuckers’ to things I don’t like or didn’t want. To this day I still say it and with my siblings who will carry on my legacy. Even me and my coworkers say it. Haha 😄
(Guardian Angel/Boyfriend)Gabriel x GN!Reader DRABBLE
Note: so this X Reader is in a GN format, I usually write for a Fem!Reader because it is what I am most familiar and comfortable with, but I am going to give this a shot! If anyone has advice or criticism I would appreciate it. For future purposes all my stories will be fem!readers unless the request is different! Thank you! Reader is 26!
Thunder rumbled and lightning flickered across the sky, rain tumbles from the clouds. It was such a gentle sound. It was calming. Or rather it was supposed to be. It used to wrap you in a warmth that doesn’t seem to have a hold on you like it used to. Rainy nights like this were usually the ideal sleeping conditions for most.
However, it wasn’t. Your mind was seemingly stuck on the sleep part which you’d been struggling with for about three hours now. Usually you couldn’t wait to sleep after a long day. As of late things had changed. Getting a new job, amongst other things had made for a really stressful last week.
So when you glance at the clock sitting in your night-stand and those bright red numbers stared back at you, it was frustrating.
10:30 P.M.
It was already late enough. A heavy sigh leaves you, “Ugh this is hopeless.” Dragging your palms down your face in the frustration of it all.
“You know, most people usually sleep at this hour.” The voice was all to familiar and if Gabriel was here then he must’ve sensed the frustration you had been experiencing with trying to sleep.
Sitting up you cannot help the smile that crawls onto your lips. “Gabriel, sorry.” The apology slips out despite knowing what he’ll say.
“Sorry?” He takes a seat at the edge of the bed, “You apologizing for not being able to sleep?”
You bring your knees up to your chest, “Yes. I know that you are busy.”
“True, sweets.” Gabriel nods, “But you are my responsibility. I come when you call and sometimes when you need me most, it’s how the whole guardian angel slash boyfriend thing works.” Of course you knew that, but it didn’t make you feel any better. Ever since he had killed that demon, he had been attached to your hip, but he also had other heavenly duties to handle.
“But-“ You start, only to have a a finger pressed to your lips, halting you from continuing on. When you looked up Gabriel was no longer at the edge of your bed, but in front of you. Angels were so fast it almost gave you whiplash the first time he’d teleported in front of you. Then again the whole personality of Gabriel was a lot to take in at first, but you wouldn’t change it for anything. He makes you laugh, he listens when you cry, or when things are rough. He’s yours.
“Ah, ah, ah, muffin. I don’t wanna hear it.” He chides not wanting to hear the argument, he wasn’t going to have you putting all the blame on yourself. “Got me, cutie?”
With a slow nod only then does he remove his finger from your lips. Gabriel presents that award-winning smile, “That’s my angel.” Standing up off the bed he stretches his arms above his head, the shadow of his wings cast over the room. He only brought them out to really comfort you in those really difficult times and genuinely it was so nice. Gabriel’s wings were this beautiful honey color, similar to the inner rings of his hazel eyes, and oddly enough they smelled like a warm summer’s day. Not to mention the softness, they were so amazingly soft. With a snap of his fingers the both of you were on the downstairs couch. Blanket draped across you, wings pulling you to curl into his side and you instinctively rest your head on his chest as his arm drapes across your shoulders. “Now, we are gonna sit here and watch your favorite movie and you are going to relax, and close your eyes.”
He waves a hand and the movie starts to plays on the t.v and you smile as the familiar intro begins. Gabriel eyes the title, “Labyrinth? I’ve never seen this one and I have been around forever.” You snicker in response. Surely he had, the amount times that Gabriel had mentioned how many eons he had been around for.
“It’s a classic.” You argue, “Plus I really, really like the ballroom scene. It’s my favorite.” It was nights like these that you truly enjoyed, slow nights with him. Here and wrapped in his arms, relaxing into the comfort of his warmth that just sort of enveloped you. Slowly your eyes began to feel heavy and eventually succumb to the need for sleep. There was something so beautiful about Gabriel holding you, truthfully you never wanted it to end and as long as he was around he would keep you safe, even on these nights where you couldn’t sleep.
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