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Jack: *sets the kitchen on fire*
Jack, panicking: Where's the responsible adult?
Cas: Asleep on the couch.
Dean: Don't worry guys, I got this. Hand me a bucket of water.
Dean: *dumps water on Sam* Wake up dumbass, the kitchen's on fire.
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does it look like angst. Yeah. did i do it like that because i like angst. yeah 😼
Something so familiar about you
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mowgli’s road // sam winchester
What kind of person you are! Gabriel, are you sad inside? So much so that you feel the need to talk, interact, and do anything to avoid it? I feel like yes, that is the case for you. You avoid yourself entirely and throw yourself at others. And every time you spark up a conversation your brain immediately tells you, "Hey, you're annoying." or "They don't like talking to you.".
You're incredibly social or at least you try to be, you're incredibly outgoing, but so lonely deep down that it feels like you're drowning in the dark. With nothing to reach out to, nothing to grab, no one to tug you out. I want you to know that it's okay to love yourself. To see your flaws and past mistakes and still be kind to you.
You're human, and if you're not making those heartbreaking or regretful mistakes again, then it is okay for you to move on. Let go of what is keeping you from seeing yourself as something more than an "annoying individual" or "a burden". Behind the show you put on for others is you crying for your own attention, you crying to be shown mercy, and to properly be taken care of by yourself.
Give yourself some grace, Angel. Nothing will keep your from reaching the surface of the water that drowns you if your own hands are pushing you under.
What kind of hunter you are! You're not a hunter, it's as simple as that. It's not fun, it doesn't stimulate you in the ways you want it to, hunting can leave you lonely, and you need noise, something to block yourself out. And hunting is hard when fight, bloodshed, and loss gnaw away at your chipper persona. And if you're in the hunting world, it's definitely for show.
No, seriously, a literal show. If you relate to Gabriel in any sort of way, you're a trickster, you're trying to compensate for something, you like getting the attention your bold actions get you. It is the only time you truly feel seen. You don't like who you are deep down, so when people do notice you, the real you, you don't feel seen you feel judged.
"What could they like?" And maybe you start to resent the people around you who see you, or maybe you judge them. You fuck with hunters because they seem to have it all together even though their worlds are burning around them, sometime literally. But your fuckery, isn't necessarily malicious. Having an entire community of people seeking you? Hunting you? Fighting you?
You feel like a star. In the show you started yourself.
Sam Winchester and You! You met Sam and Dean once they finally tracked you down. You were tricky to get cornered, but holy fire, it did the trick. Sam almost pitied you when he saw the pain in your eyes through the mask you wore. Even when you spoke boldly, laughed, mocked, and expressed yourself in an almost comical manner.
Sam's first impression? You're a pain in their ass and the entire hunting community's ass. You're playing mind games, playful mind games sure, making them and others star in shows, getting them and others trapped in alternate worlds, and whatever else you felt like. But now, maybe it was pity, or maybe it was, "Why is an Archangel doing this?".
Sam was almost half-tempted to ask you why, if it weren't for Dean drilling into you like a drill sergeant. And after everything was said and done, they left you there, surrounded by holy fire, left with yourself and your own thoughts.
"You can't do this to me! I'm an archangel. I'm the archangel, Gabriel. Guys? Hey seriously, let me out."
Little fun things! It'd been long after you were freed from a ring of flame, when Sam and Dean came a knockin'. They needed your help. Dean looked like he'd rather die, Sam looked desperate and lacked the pride to keep that look to himself. But that's how you got dragged back into their shit storm called their lives.
After "working" with the Winchesters on and off for a while, they didn't seem to mind you as much as before. Dean still wasn't a huge fan, angels are dicks, but Sam seemed to like you. Maybe it was because he knew this was all a show. This.. crazy facade? It wasn't you. And what he's seen of you, makes him wonder why you even try to hide it.
Sam likes that you like to talk, you're always say what's on your mind, in your own "I won't disclose any pain", kind of way, but at least you were talking. And sharing Angelic information? Yeah, he appreciated that a bunch. You were disclosing some pretty valuable information that could help them out in the future. But that's not usually why he listened to you talk. He listened because he'd get bits and pieces of who you are underneath this angelic disguise.
The boys left you alone at the bunker once, Sam assured Dean that you could be trusted, and well when they came back to see if there was any sort of catastrophic damage, they were surprised to see that you willed a part of the place to be a sweets shoppe. I mean, Sam was impressed by your audacity to do that to the bunker, but Dean? He would never say it, but he appreciated that it was a store full of candy and not something else. Like a Bunker destroying fire. Or an Atom Bomb.
You and Dean bonded by engorging yourselves on chocolate, fudge, caramels, suckers, brownies, and other amazing sweets. Sam thought you both looked kiddish with pockets full of Jawbreakers and hands carrying giant spiral lollipops. It was comical, yet Sam was embarrassed by his brother's immediate trust in the candy. Dean could be kidnapped if there was a promise of candy being in the van. Screw trying to lure him with a puppy, toss a KitKat his way and he'd be tailing after you for more.
Extra! You're an archangel. Or so you say. But when Sam heard you shriek from the other end of the Bunker, he'd never run so fast and hard. And upon his arrival, to say the least, he was shocked to find you on top of a table screaming about a spider. That was the last thing he ever expected to take place in the bunker or rather from one of God's Soldiers. But Sam being Sam disposed of it, leaving you a very thankful but shaken up angel.
Sam assumed your fear was just of spiders. Maybe you were an angel with Arachnophobia. That was until you two are out playing feds in downtown Boston, and a butterfly came around, here you were sweating into a puddle with skin ten shades too pale. Sam mentally logged your fear: Bugs or rather Entomophobia.
Sam doesn't really question the emotional turmoil you may or may not have inside of yourself, until he finds you isolated in one of the Bunker's storage closets crying and tearing yourself apart verbally like you can break yourself apart and then piece yourself back together, "properly" or "better". It was the moment Sam felt he could really trust you, that deep down you had feelings like he and Dean.
You being an Archangel comes in handy more than once, after all it is pretty convenient having one of the most powerful angels on their side. And thankfully it's one that realizes their father (God), really is a selfish dick.
When Sam and Dean need something, Dean sends Sam. He's the only one out of the two, or rather three of them, if you include Castiel, that you listen to. Maybe it was because you appreciated Sam's strikingly good looks. Or maybe it was the fact Sam never really judged you? Everyone knew you liked Sam the most, after all, he was the only human you allowed to call you, "Gabe".
Overall! Gabriel, based on your favorite color and everything you shared with me. You need to try and heal whatever is going on inside of you. You're not a bad person; you're just drowning in a body that carries everything that hurts you. You're disowning the personality you were given at birth and trying to curate a new one to hide what you don't like about yourself. Let go of some things. Try to resolve others. Maybe even strive for some closure.
And if closure may never come to you, then the answer is to let whatever it is that's weighing in on you go. If you want genuine connections, or need real friends, you have to accept yourself. This mask? It is burying you. It is preventing you from making genuine connections because everyone you befriend likes this bold, silly, outgoing you. There is nothing wrong with being yourself Gabriel. There is nothing wrong with not being okay. There is nothing wrong with exposing your pain and being raw or emotional. You're a person beneath the Archangel.
Sam and you, it's a connection that isn't exactly announced. Neither of you say how deep it is, neither of you say that you can see each other, it is just known. It is just instinctual. He has your back, you have his. He'll care for you if your heart is breaking, you'll do the same for his. But I don't think anything physical will happen between the both of you. Maybe it's because of how intense the emotional depth between you two is? Sam doesn't want it ruined?
But it's likely that he can see all that you are, and how you can see all that he is, but neither of you are open to sharing that. Sam can't fully love someone who hides behind a facade and won't ever try to heal that raging storm inside themselves. And you won't love someone if they aren't all the way in it. If that person won't drown with you, then they're not the one. You need reassurance, you need to know who is real to you and not. It's a constant push and pull battle with you and Sam. Longing stares, words that hit a little too hard, bodies that ache to soothe the other person.
Hearts that beat in sync but minds that are out of rhythm. "You know I care about you, right?" Sam will ask after you pour your broken heart out to him. After you spill your pain. The words make you pause, and if he left you to sit in silence, they'd be words to overthink. "Say it, Gabe. Say that you know that I care about you." He repeated firmly. Leaving no room for an argument to be made.
"I know.. you care about me." You finished your sentence and swallowed right after. It could make you cry, you wanted to cry, but you're not going to allow yourself that human experience. "Never forget it." Sam finished.
I'm sorry if this isn't great and that it took such a long time to come out, I didn't know what direction to take it in, and it's not really writing I'm proud of, but I hope it was good, and if it wasn't please let me know! <3
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:D THIS IS BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU!!!!!! ALSO KINDA MAYBE VERY ACCURATE!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!
Shh... dont tell me this wouldn't be canon... let me have this.....
The Eyes of God, 2023, Digital Painting by myself, Liz Pence
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Sam is online, looking for cases when he stumbles across a big conspiracy about the men in black. That they’re real and people have talked/interacted with them before. They come poking around asking if they’ve ‘seen anything weird’ or ‘strange’ especially after murders. Then they just up and disappear, taking whatever creepy thing that was happing in their town with them. They’re used to be two, but nowadays people report one more! A creepy one. The other two where normal guys— big guys sure— but normal guys. The new one is.. weird. Otherworldly. Freaky!
Anyway it takes a few more google searches before Sam and Dean realize they are the men in black everybody’s talking about.
Good Lordy Clark… save some for the rest of us…
