Summary: After Lucifer thought he killed his brother, Gabriel goes off to Monte Carlo to enjoy himself with porn stars and gambling. Meanwhile, you take a trip to Monte Carlo for your cousin’s wedding and find yourself distracted by golden eyes that seem to follow you everywhere. It isn’t until your heat hits that you realize those golden eyes belong to your True Alpha.
This series will have future smut, knotting, mating so do not read if you are under 18. Taglist is CLOSED
Word Count: 81129 Author: Gwen
The darkness of the hidden room was a physical weight. You had lost track of time. You had heard the muffled sounds of Lucifer’s arrival, his chilling, melodic laughter echoing through the vents, the sounds of Gabriel’s defiant snark, and, eventually, the humming roar of the rift finally opening.
And then, silence. A silence that lasted for days.
The proximity to Gabriel over the last week had awakened something in you that hadn't been touched in seven years. Your body, sensing its Alpha was nearby and then suddenly gone, went into a state of biological emergency. Your Heat didn't just arrive; it broke like a fever.
"Gabe..." you whimpered, your skin slick with sweat.
The bunker was empty. You knew the Winchesters, Castiel, and Gabriel had crossed over to the Apocalypse World. You were alone in a concrete box while your hormones screamed for a mate who might already be dead.
You crawled to the corner of the room, dragging the blankets and the flannel shirts Gabriel had left for you. With trembling hands, you built a nest, a frantic, desperate circle of fabric that smelled faintly of him. You curled into it, your core aching with a localized, throbbing heat that made you cry out.
You found the bag of supplies Gabriel had stashed. Inside were a few medical supplies and a couple of silicone toys he’d conjured as a joke. You tried to use them, desperate for any relief, but your body rejected them. The plastic felt cold and wrong. In a True Mate bond, the Omega’s body becomes tuned to a single frequency, the Alpha’s grace.
"Please," you sobbed, clutching one of Gabriel's shirts to your chest. "Don't leave me here. Don't let me die like this."
The fever was reaching dangerous levels. You were drifting in and out of consciousness, convinced that the "gentleman" Loki had been right, that Gabriel was a coward who had fled to another world to save himself, leaving you to burn up in a hole in the ground.
Then, the air in the room suddenly crackled. The smell of vanilla and honey filled the small space. You heard a heavy thud, followed by the sound of the warding being torn apart like wet paper.
"Y/N!" Gabriel stood in the doorway. He looked like he’d been through a war. His clothes were shredded, his face was smeared with dirt and gold blood, and his wings, invisible but heavy, cast jagged shadows against the wall. But the moment he smelled the room, his eyes went solid, glowing gold.
"Alpha," you gasped.
He was across the room in a heartbeat, falling into the nest with you. "I'm here. Cupcake, I'm here. We got them. We got the humans, we got Mary... I'm safe. You're safe." He didn't wait. He couldn't. The scent of your Heat combined with his own lingering Rut was a chemical explosion. He stripped off his tactical vest and his shirt, his hot skin pressing against yours.
"I need you," you begged, your legs tangling with his.
"I've got you," Gabriel growled, his voice dropping into that primal, Archangel register that made your soul vibrate.
There was no time to be gentle and explore. He entered you and you both groaned at the connection. It felt a like a physical shock, so intense. He wasn't the Trickster anymore; he was a god reclaiming what was his. Every thrust was a reclamation of the seven years they had lost. He moved with a rhythmic, pounding intensity, his hands pinning yours above your head as he filled the emptiness that had threatened to consume you.
"You're mine," he hissed into your ear, his teeth grazing your scent gland. "No more cages. No more brothers. Just me."
“Alpha.” You moaned out, back arching. It didn’t take long for your climax to built. His hips continued to snap and you started to feel his knot grow. Then a white-hot fire spread from your core to your fingertips. You felt Gabriel’s body stiffen as his knot swelled. You let out a soundless scream as he locked himself inside you, his teeth bit down at your neck, claiming you.
He stayed there, knotted deep inside you, his breath hitching against your neck. The silence of the bunker was no longer a tomb; it was a sanctuary. "I promised," Gabriel whispered, his voice soft and thick with exhaustion. "I promised I'd take you somewhere nice."
"You're here," you murmured, drifting into the first peaceful sleep you’d had in years. "That's enough."
"No," Gabriel said, kissing your temple. "It's not. We're going to France. I have a villa. We're going to eat nothing but crepes and stay in bed for a century."
He pulled you closer, his wings wrapping around the both of you in the dark of the bunker, finally at peace.
"I'm never letting go, Y/N," he promised. "Never again."
Summary: After Lucifer thought he killed his brother, Gabriel goes off to Monte Carlo to enjoy himself with porn stars and gambling. Meanwhile, you take a trip to Monte Carlo for your cousin’s wedding and find yourself distracted by golden eyes that seem to follow you everywhere. It isn’t until your heat hits that you realize those golden eyes belong to your True Alpha.
This series will have future smut, knotting, mating so do not read if you are under 18. Taglist is CLOSED
Word Count: 81129 Author: Gwen
You didn't wake up until twenty-four hours later.When your eyes finally fluttered open, the first thing you saw was the harsh, overhead fluorescent lighting of the infirmary. The smell of antiseptic and old limestone hit you, but it was the underlying musk, the heavy, spicy scent of an Alpha, that triggered your panic.
"No... please," you rasped, your voice cracking from disuse. You scrambled backward on the cot, your breath coming in terrified hitches. The last time an Alpha had been this close, it was Loki’s sons, their green-tinged faces mocking your misery. "Loki, please... stay away..."
Gabriel started to reach a hand forward, then held it back at your wide eyes. "Cupcake, hey. Look at me. It's me." The voice was like a low-frequency hum, vibrating right in the center of your chest. You froze, your gaze locking onto the man sitting in the wooden chair beside your bed. He looked different than the sharply tailored sweet talker from before. The alpha before you was haggard, with deep bruises under his whiskey-colored eyes and a flannel shirt that was two sizes too big. But the gold in his iris was unmistakable.
"Gabriel?" you whispered, your heart hammering.
"In the flesh. Well, mostly. Some of it’s still a bit scorched," he tried to joke, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. He reached out, his hand hovering inches from yours, waiting for permission. "You're safe. We’re in a bunker. Loki is dead, Y/N. I killed him. I killed them all.”
The finality in his voice was a cold comfort. You let out a sob that felt like it had been trapped in your lungs since Monte Carlo. You reached out, grabbing his hand. His skin was burning hot, his Alpha aura wrapping around you like a heavy blanket.
"I thought you were dead," you choked out. "I thought you just... left me."
Gabriel’s expression crumpled. He moved from the chair to the edge of the cot, pulling you into his arms. He tucked your head under his chin, scenting your hair with a desperation that made his shoulders shake. "I never left you, Y/N. I was... I was in a cage. Asmodeus, a Prince of Hell... he had me. He siphoned my grace, he sewed my mouth shut. I couldn't get to you. I swear to you, I tried."
You stayed like that for a long time, the silence of the bunker broken only by your shared, shaky breaths. Eventually, Gabriel pulled back, his eyes searching yours with a raw intensity.
"What did he do to you?" he asked, his voice dropping into a dangerous, Archangel register. "Loki. Tell me everything. I need to know if I killed him slowly enough."
You looked down at your scarred wrists, the marks where the iron had bitten into your skin. "He didn't... he…...he didn't torture me. In his own twisted way, he was a gentleman. He kept me in nice rooms, fed me well. But he kept me in those iron chains. He’d sit there and tell me stories about how you’d abandoned me to save your own skin.” The real torture hadn't been physical; it had been the systematic erosion of your hope.
"I'm so sorry," Gabriel whispered. "I'm so, so sorry."
As the days passed, the bunker became a strange sort of home. Sam and Dean were constantly busy researching Michael, tracking down a shaman named Sergei, and arguing with a sharp-tongued witch named Rowena. Gabriel, still recovering his grace, was often left behind to watch over you.
"You're brooding again," you said one afternoon, finding Gabriel in the kitchen. He was staring at a bowl of stale cereal like it held the secrets to the universe.
"I'm an Archangel, cupcake. We don't brood. We... contemplate majestically," he countered with a spark in his eye. Then he looked at you, really looked at you, and saw the lingering paleness of your skin. "Tell you what. This place smells like old socks and regret. Let's change that." He snapped his fingers. It took a visible effort, a flicker of gold light and a bead of sweat on his brow, but suddenly the stainless-steel counters were covered in baking supplies. Flour, sugar, dark chocolate, and a bowl of fresh lemons.
"Baking?" you asked, leaning against the counter.
"Don't sound so surprised. I spent most of the 18th century as a pastry chef in Versailles. Marie Antoinette? Lovely girl, terrible taste in neckwear, but she knew a good croissant."
For the next two hours, the bunker felt... normal. You and Gabriel stood side-by-side, your arms brushing as you mixed batter. He taught you how to zest a lemon without getting the bitter pith, his hands steadying yours. There was a moment, as you both reached for the whisk, where your fingers tangled. The Alpha-Omega bond, finally free of Loki’s dampening magic, flared to life.
The air in the kitchen turned thick. Gabriel’s vanilla and honey scent grew heavier and musky. His pupils dilated, the gold in his eyes swallowing the iris.
"Y/N," he rasped, his hand tightening around yours. He was helping you pour some of the last ingredients. He tried to suppress a groan as he felt the sign his rut was coming. It came suddenly, triggered by the proximity of his mate and from the stress of his recovery. You felt his breath hit your neck and your own pulse jumped. Your inner omega purred, welcoming your mate. Gabriel started to lean in, his lips grazing over your scent glands.
The sound of heavy iron doors opening cut the moment short. “We’re back. And we found a lead on the-” Dean’s voice boomed through the hallway, followed by the heavy thud of boots.
Gabriel snapped back as if he’d been shocked, his chest heaving. He shoved the bowl of batter away, his knuckles white as he gripped the counter. "Go. Go to your room, Y/N. Now."
"Gabe, it's okay-" You put a hand on his shoulder, but he hissed it away.
“It’s not.” Gabriel frowned. “Right now is not the time for this.”
“Alpha…”
“Go to your room, Y/N.” Gabriel clenched his teeth, struggling to maintain control. “Go now.” Gabriel used a hint of his alpha voice, needing you to be safe. “Go.”
Part of you were scared at his use of that voice, but you left him. You heard from Sam later that Gabriel would be gone for a few days on “business”.
Gabriel’s rut passed in a blur of isolation, and when he finally emerged, the atmosphere was grim. They tried to open the rift using the grace Gabriel had left, but it was a flickering, pathetic spark.
"It's not enough," Sam sighed, looking at the dying rift.
"We need a heavy hitter," Dean muttered, his eyes shifting to the cage in the corner of the room. "We need Lucifer."
The terror that spiked in Gabriel was palpable. He didn't care about the world or Michael in that moment; he only cared about the monster who had spent eons tormenting him. He turned to Rowena, his voice low and urgent.
"Ward her," he commanded. "Use every spell in your book. I want her scent buried. If Lucifer catches even a whiff of a True Mate in this bunker, he'll burn it down just to see me cry."
Gabriel led you back to the hidden sub-level room, his face a mask of stone. "I have to do this, Y/N. We need his grace to get to Jack and Mary. But I will not let him find you. Stay in the dark. Don't make a sound. I'll be back the second the rift is open."
He kissed you hard, a desperate seal on a promise before he left again.
Summary: After Lucifer thought he killed his brother, Gabriel goes off to Monte Carlo to enjoy himself with porn stars and gambling. Meanwhile, you take a trip to Monte Carlo for your cousin’s wedding and find yourself distracted by golden eyes that seem to follow you everywhere. It isn’t until your heat hits that you realize those golden eyes belong to your True Alpha.
This series will have future smut, knotting, mating so do not read if you are under 18. Taglist is CLOSED
Word Count: 81129 Author: Gwen Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
They knew about you. He knew about you, which unsettled Gabriel to his core. Fenrir had sneered the words to him as he killed the demi-god in the back alley. Have you ever wondered what happened to the omega of yours? She was sure a keeper. He could only pray to his father that your fate wasn’t as bad or worse than he was all these years. He had to find Loki, to settle the score and to find out what happened to you.
Which is why the once all-powerful archangel was seeking two alpha brothers. “Hey, fellas.” Gabriel breathed out heavily as he used the doorway as support. “Looking for me?”
“Gabriel?” Sam stared in shock as Dean lowered his weapon.
“Don’t happen to have any more of my grace lying around, do ya?” Gabriel tried to take a step.
“Wha-” Sam didn’t get to finish his question as Gabriel’s honey eyes closed and his body lost its stance. Thankfully, Sam managed to catch him before he hit the floor.
Gabriel didn’t expect to dream, but with his grace so low, he was closer to being human than ever. He stood on a beach somewhere on the coast of France. A woman stood near the water, waves lapping at her exposed toes. He heard her laugh as she reached a hand out. Gabriel, he heard her call. He felt himself smile as he walked towards her. But every step his feet felt heavier, he glanced down and saw the sand consuming his feet. It felt like something was pulling him down. Gabriel. Her voice, like a siren song, made him keep going. Help me. Her voice changed; it sounded more desperate. Save me. Gabriel held his hand out, finding the sand up to his knees now. Gabriel!Gabriel jolted awake. His hands moved over the couch, his eyes scanned the room. “Wha-Where am I?” He found two tall men staring back at him. “Oh, yea right.” He shook his head. “You.”
Sam slowly got up. “Look, Gabriel, we don’t know what’s going on here…”
“We need your help.” Dean cut in gruffly.
Gabriel gave a small smile. “Yeah, not really a big joiner.”
“Oh, so you have better things than to save the world?” Dean quipped back.
“Exactly.” Gabriel used the edge of the couch to stand up, wincing at the pain. “This has been great, a real thrill. But I just came here, hoping for the silver stuff…and since it seems neither of you have that….” Gabriel backed towards the motel room door. He shrugged, opening his mouth to bid farewell.
“Gabri-” Sam started, but was interrupted by the door being kicked in. The demi-gods, Narfi and Slepnir growled as they saw Gabriel.
“Rasberries.” Gabriel sighed.
A balding man stepped forward with dark eyes. “We’re here for the archangel.”
Despite all the trouble the Winchesters caused, they were useful in the fight. Annoyingly, Sleipnir escaped, no doubt going to warn Loki.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go get them in a sec.” Gabriel gasped out, not liking how he needed to catch his breath. Being human scared him.
Dean pulled out angel handcuffs. “You're not going anywhere. Explain. Now.”
Gabriel thought about lying, trying to weasel his way out, but that wouldn’t save time. He worried that with Sleipnir escaping, it might hurt your chances of survival. Loki could be petty like that, especially after two of his sons were killed. So, Gabriel told them the truth. How Loki and his sons sold him to Asmodeus for profit. He told them about the favor he owed Loki and how he had used the god’s identity to hide from his own family. But his voice cracked when he mentioned you.
“Loki has my mate,” Gabriel whispered, his golden eyes flashing. “He knows she’s the only thing that can break me.”
“Wait, back up, angels have mates?” Dean blinked.
“Yeah, not my idea.” Gabriel sighed, then looked pointedly at the boys. “Look, I know we aren’t friends, hell, I’ve put you two through…..a lot….but my mate…she has been imprisoned for seven years. She is an innocent in all of this. Y/N never asked to be my mate. I’m not the best at this, but will you help me?”
After a quick five-minute drive, they were at the motel. Seedy place with gross walls, desperately in need of paint and carpet that no barefoot should ever step on. It didn’t take long to find Sleipnir and kill him. They made their way to the penthouse quickly after, finding Loki sucking on a lollipop.
“You’ve finally made it.” Loki smirked, setting his lollipop down in his candy case.
“Where is she?!” Gabriel snapped, holding his weapon up.
“Temper. Temper.” Loki chidded, standing up and unbuttoning his suit. “You sure you want to kill me? You know I’m pretty good with magic.” Loki cracked his knuckles as he moved around the room. “Perhaps she’s not even here. And then if you kill me, how will you ever find her? Especially in your state?” Loki chuckled, eyeing the angel up and down.
In a flash, the Winchesters went flying out of the suite, the door slamming. The moment of distraction was perfect as Loki punched Gabriel in the gut, sending him into a wall. “I really do feel bad for your omega.” Loki grabbed Gabriel’s jacket and threw him across the room. “Having to have you as an alpha? As a mate? What a pathetic loser you are.” Loki’s foot met Gabriel’s stomach. “Too bad she isn’t mine. I’d protect her.” Gabriel let out a grunt as a fist collided with his face.
Loki’s hands wrapped around Gabriel’s throat, lifting him up. “Seven years. The poor thing.”
“Where is she?” Gabriel choked out.
Loki snickered, tossing him to the side. “So, you care now, huh?”
“Leave her out of this, please.” Gabriel begged, struggling to stand.
“What about my sons?! Were they left out of this?!” Loki snapped, kicking Gabriel back to the ground.
Just as Loki went to lift Gabriel up again, Gabriel got the upper hand and spun them around. Loki now had his back to the wall with the weapon that could kill him poking at his chest. “Where is she?!” Gabriel shouted.
“In the closet. Although with my magic, it was a bit more than that. Don’t worry, I took good care of her.” Gabriel pressed the weapon into his skin more. “You kill me, you kill her.” Loki chuckled. “I’ve tied her life force to mine with a blood-seal. One thrust of that toothpick and her heart stops with mine. Is your revenge worth her soul?”
Gabriel paused, his hand shaking. He looked over at the closet door and then back at Loki. He saw a flicker in his eyes, the Trickster’s tell. Loki was a creature of illusions; he would never tie his own life to someone else’s if it meant he couldn’t run away.
“You’re a liar,” Gabriel growled. “You always were.” He drove the wooden stake through Loki’s heart. The god shrieked, dissolving. Gabriel felt a moment of pure, agonizing doubt, but that moment was interrupted as Dean and Sam burst through the doors.
“Gabriel?” Sam asked, checking on Gabriel.
“She’s in the closet.” Gabriel moved out of Sam’s grasp. Dean was already headed towards the door. He opened it and called for them. “She’s still alive.”
Gabriel surged forward. You were pale and your wrists were bound in heavy iron chains. His fingers grabbed at the chains and with a guttural roar, he shattered the chains. He pulled you into his chest, scenting your hair with a desperation that bordered on feral.
“She’s mine.” Gabriel whispered, his eyes glowing slightly. Sam and Dean took a step back, letting him have a moment.
Summary: After Lucifer thought he killed his brother, Gabriel goes off to Monte Carlo to enjoy himself with porn stars and gambling. Meanwhile, you take a trip to Monte Carlo for your cousin’s wedding and find yourself distracted by golden eyes that seem to follow you everywhere. It isn’t until your heat hits that you realize those golden eyes belong to your True Alpha.
It took a while for Gabriel to come back to himself after the years of torture. He could remember it all and he soon found himself painting his story on the wall of Sam’s bedroom in the bunker. There was a pause when he thought back to Monte Carlo and how he had found his true omega. The way you felt with you, how your scent drove him nearly mad. Gabriel wondered what happened to you. Perhaps you had moved on after finding the bed empty the next morning. Perhaps you had found a different alpha to live with. That thought made him growl out as he continued his story.
Sometime later his younger brother came into his room, calling out to Sam seconds later. Gabriel listened as Cas told Sam of his past. “I moved to Monte Carlo and shacked up with porn stars.” Castiel read out loud. Sam’s eyes widened at that. “Well, y-...he goes on and on for quite a while about porn stars and uh…”
“Cas, please.” Sam’s face turned to disgust.
Gabriel ignored their words as your face filled his mind once again. He wished he could’ve helped you more. Wish that the world had been safe enough that he could claim you and show you what being a true mate meant.
“Gabriel.” Castiel’s voice was gentle and calm as he touched his older brother’s arm. “I’m going to help you on the bed, alright?” Gabriel did as he asked, moving slowly. He felt Cas place a hand on his forehead. “I must reiterate...it’s not possible for an angel to heal an archangel. I’m just trying to jolt his mind into thinking straight.” Sam nodded at his words. “Gabriel...it’s possible that he’s lost…”
No, Gabriel thought. The only one lost was his mate. You were somewhere in the world and he didn’t have the power to even find you. At his full strength, he could’ve flown straight to you with just an image of you in his mind. Now he figured he’d have to do the human thing and drive.
“...dig yourself out of this hole.” Gabriel faintly heard Sam talking to him once Cas had left. “Look, I know you think it’s safer inside. No more torture. No more pain. No more expectations. I’ve been there. You were nothing like your family. You sure as hell weren’t like your dad. Me either. And just like you, I got out. Or I-I thought I got out. But then….then my family needed me.” Gabriel wanted to scoff, his family didn’t need him. Half of them wanted to kill him. “...this is my life. No matter how many times I tried to fight it, this is what I was put here to do. This is where I make the world a better place. And sure, yeah, hookers in Monte Carlo sounds great, but your family needs you.”
Flashes of Monte Carlo come back up. How he had spotted you through that window while he was at the restaurant. Your eyes were full of curiosity, he would have treated you to the seven wonders of the world just to see that look again. No, he will treat you. Damn that Winchester, he’s right about being needed. Sure, they need him, but so do you. You deserve to have your true mate, something that most omegas dream of. But first, he needs to fix something. “Porn stars.” Sam turns around at his words. “They were porn stars, Sam,” Gabriel smirks.
It’s a blur after that with Gabriel taking some of his grace back and Asmodeus calling Sam. The lights go out and a pulsing red light takes over as an alarm plays. He could feel himself reverting, losing himself to the fear as two demons snatched him, leading him to his previous captor. With wide eyes he sees Asmodeus standing over Sam and Cas with a smile on his face.
“Oh, I missed you boy.” Asmodeus turned to Gabriel. “I’m-a have to punish you rather severely, I’m afraid.” Gabriel let out a whimper at the words, not able to break the demon’s hold on him as they led him up the stairs. He could hear Sam and Cas groan out in pain as Asmodeus stood over them.
“Gabriel.” A faint voice echoed inside his head. It was the sweetest sound. The voice of his omega calling out for him. Instinct took over as his eyes glowed blue. With little effort, he threw the demons off the balcony. The surge of power was sudden and unfamiliar due to his torture.
“Gabriel!” Asmodeus turned, frowning at the archangel’s rebellion. “What are you doin’, son? You know too well what I can do to you. I broke you!”
No, Gabriel thought. He wasn’t broken, he couldn’t be broken. Glaring down at Asmodeus he straightened himself up.
“You’re too weak!” The demon snapped, fear clouded his eyes as the archangel spread his wings. Giving a final attempt, Asmodeus surged a ball of pure energy, but Gabriel cast it aside like it was nothing.
“Not anymore.” Gabriel took a step forward. “Oh, by the way, I always hated that dumbass suit.” With the simple flick of his wrist, Asmodeus was fried crisp as flames engulfed his body. Gabriel smirked as he watched his torturer finally met his demise. One down, one more to go.
“Okay...slow down. I’m not….processing.” Gabriel sat on a step as Sam and Cas got him up to speed. Apparently, a lot more had happened then he thought.
“And there’s more,” Castiel stated. “Michael wants to come to this Earth and destroy it, and we may need your help to fight him.”
“What?” Gabriel blinked.
“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “Welcome to the team.”
“Uh….yeah.” Gabriel thought back to Lucifer and how that turned out. They didn’t need him with Michael, plus he had an omega to find. “Not so much. I mean, thank you for the rescue and for the redemption arc. But, uh, I’m not really a team guy….” Gabriel stood up, backing away from the crazy duo. “....so...I’m gonna bounce, okay? Um, but, you know, it’s been, um….what’s the opposite of fun? That.”
“No, Gabriel, don’t–you–you can’t just walk away.” Sam followed the archangel, hoping he’d see reason. “If Michael comes here, he will end this world.”
Gabriel sighed out. “And the last time the world was ending….I put my money on you. I think you can pull it off again.”
“No,” Castiel argued. “You cannot turn your back on your father’s creation.”
“Castiel.” Gabriel narrowed his eyes at the younger angel. “My father turned his back on his creation. Guess it just runs in the family.”
“No, Gabriel, please.” Sam pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears as Gabriel flew away.
Unfortunately this isn’t anything fun. 2024 has been rough. But this is I think more important.
If you live in the United States, you probably know about the political tumult and the very real threat to our democratic institutions. Nearly every large platform has come out with a statement endorsing one candidate or another. Oftentimes this represents a fundamental ideological difference that I don’t believe I have the type or size of platform to talk about meaningfully. But in this case, the Washington Post - one of our largest national newspapers - was prevented from publishing a political endorsement by its owner, Jeff Bezos. You may know Bezos as the ultra-rich and exploitative founder of Amazon.
As a result, reportedly hundreds of thousands of subscribers to the Washington Post have canceled their subscriptions. Nowadays, media outlets like newspapers make a significant amount of their operating budgets from subscription fees. Regardless of the percentage of budget that comes from subscriptions, the subscriptions also serve as an indicator of readership and reach. We know that the staff of the paper are not the ones who chose to pull this article and in fact it appears that many of them are as frustrated as their readers are. While wholly understandable to pull away and “punish” the paper for this decision, this punishes the staff of the paper and may threaten the ability of the Washington Post to operate with the kind of political independence and integrity that we want our reporters to maintain.
So here is the message I want to share: keep your WaPo subscription if you have one. If you already cancelled, please consider re-subscribing. If you were considering buying one, please don’t change your mind because of this incident. There are better ways to lodge our mass complaints in ways that don’t have a greater impact on the wellbeing of a well-respected paper and its staff than on the person whose actions we object to.
For example, we could start a challenge to refuse to engage with Amazon on the week of the election. Spend no money. Watch no Prime. Don’t open any Kindle files. Don’t even open the apps. Amazon is where most of Bezos’ wealth comes from and his financial wellbeing is strongly tied to its shares. His wealth comes from our willingness to use his products, and his actions can have financial consequences.
Request: Can I ask for a fluffy fic where reader gets angry because people are blaming her for things she had no fault for and Gabriel is there to hear her rant then he comforts her afterwards when she gets sad, maybe also involving reader being able to see his wings and Gabriel using it to calm her down? (anonymous)
Author: Holly
Warnings: A couple swear words.
Characters: Y/N and Gabriel
Words: 2,425
Y/N = Your Name
A/N: First fic in a while! I hope it makes you smile!
Something in the kitchen behind you broke as it fell courtesy of your thrown plastic cup. Sounded like you’d missed the trash can. Oh, well. The boys could blame you for the mess just like they blamed you for everything else. You were fuming.
Things had been sour since Castiel disappeared. You were reasonably sure whatever crisis, death, amnesia, or temper tantrum the angel was having would resolve itself eventually, because seriously, that angel seemed to have greater staying power than a cockroach. And that wasn’t a slight against Cas – you loved him just as much as the brothers did – but the fact that Dean couldn’t get his head out of his butt without his feathered man friend was making you feel angry at just about everyone. Dean’s agitation bled over to Sam, and with no one else around, they were both taking it out on you.
And you were sick of it.
The latest argument was so incredibly stupid it made you wonder how any of you’d managed to accomplish the things you’d had. Actually, it was so stupid it made you wonder how any of you even had the brain power just to walk across a room. Dean picked a fight with you for taking too long to fill the Impala’s tank when one of your fake cards declined. Though you tried to explain it was the card, and that it must’ve been flagged, Dean couldn’t let it go, and when you raised your voice to defend yourself, Sam took his side. Suddenly it was your fault that law enforcement or a credit bureau could do their job competently once in a while and now they had to pay for gas when it was technically your turn.
At least the one before that had been somewhat explainable. The three of you had, once again, mixed up which ghost was the murderer and which was benign, resulting in two more people nearly dying before you could rectify the mistake and send them both packing. Sam was furious with you for missing the key detail, conveniently forgetting that he and Dean had both missed it, too, and you’d all had equal opportunities to pluck it out and make a comment. You’d been so angry at each other than that you’d slept in the car.
Putting it shortly, you needed a break from them, and they needed a break from their testosterone, but since Cas wasn’t around to stop the bleeding, you thought their castration should probably wait until such a time as he could heal the eunuchs so they wouldn’t blame you for the embarrassing trip to the ER, too. Ugh. And when you suggested they drop you off in Kearney to get some space, they’d been only too willing to leave you at a bus station with a wad of cash and a useless credit card to get the ninety miles back to the bunker. Their excitement and absolute lack of concern for your safe transportation pissed you off the most.
It wasn’t like living with the Winchesters was always a piece of cake. Much as you loved them, they could be a lot to handle. Dean was still dealing with some arrested emotional development, and neither of them were helped by the massive amounts of trauma they both steadfastly refused to unpack. But usually the three of you could balance out. It was rarely so bad you needed to be away from them for more than a few hours to cool your heads. And you always hated when it came to that, because it was always you taking the break, never one of them. When the tension became too much, it always strengthened their bond at the expense of yours, which made you feel even worse. But then, it was no wonder they blamed you for everything. Those two were so damn codependent, when they started blaming each other, they unleashed the literal Apocalypse.
And despite knowing all of this – despite knowing they loved you and would make it up to you in their own ways, and that you hadn’t actually done anything wrong – it really, really hurt, not just to be happily shoved to the side for a while, but also for them to snap under pressure and resort to thinking poorly of you just to handle their own stress.
Now safely back in the bunker, you took a couple of hours to decompress. It was a big, big place, and it felt empty and cavernous without anyone there with you. Still, it was one of the safest places in the world, and over the few short years you’d had it, it had become home. You settled in the chilly library with some music and fixed headphones over your ears to drown out the quiet, white noise whirring of computers and fans.
It was too bad decompression didn’t work faster. Your back was so knotted up from muscle tightness that you could barely get into the music. After a few songs, you ripped the headphones off your head and tossed them behind the couch with an angry groan, right as the ruffling of wings registered in your ears.
The headphones hit something soft and then fell right to the floor. “Cas?” You asked hopefully, sitting up to look over the back of the sofa.
It wasn’t Cas. Gabriel stared down at the headphones blankly for a second before he held out a hand and they sprung back up into his grip. “What a welcome,” he said sarcastically, hooking them over his other arm.
You dropped back onto the couch. “Hey, Gabe,” you said glumly. “It’s not personal.”
Gabriel came and went as he pleased, his exception added to the anti-angel warding that protected the bunker. He, Castiel, and Hannah were the only angels that Team Free Will felt comfortable enough to allow into the bunker at all, although Hannah hadn’t come to Earth in over two years now. Gabriel never said, but you suspected he popped in and out due to a sense of loyalty after everything that had happened with Asmodeus and the way you’d all put your necks out for him. Years ago, when you thought he died fighting Lucifer, you’d grieved for the archangel more out of principle than out of personal loss, but since Ketch brought him to you, silent and bleeding, you’d formed a real relationship.
“Never is, Sugarplum,” the archangel said. The rolling of his eyes was audible. His shadow moved in the room, sliding across the couch and covering the rug on your other side before he dropped his elbows onto the cushions along the back. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Winchesters,” you said simply, knowing that Gabriel would understand better than most how stubborn and pigheaded they could be.
“Ah,” he said, nodding understanding. “No wonder you’re in a bad mood. I hear that’s terminal.”
You snorted and covered your mouth, embarrassed by the crassness. Just because you’d all thought it, didn’t mean you had the nerve to say it out loud – especially not to poor Sam.
“What’d they do this time?” He asked. His wings, hidden from your eyes, made a rustling sound and in between blinks he had moved from behind the couch to the opposite end, shoving your feet out of the way so he could sit.
“Oh, it’s not what they did,” you said in a sarcastic, scathing voice. “It’s what I did. Because, you know, I’m responsible for everything bad that happens, ever.” The subject being brought back up, and having someone who you knew wouldn’t get on you for badmouthing one of the brothers, opened the floodgates and turned off the filter on your mouth, allowing you to rant freely to the trickster angel. “Never mind that they’re the ones who started the Apocalypse and that their unnatural codependency also opened Purgatory, freed the Darkness, and nearly caused at least two other end-of-the-world disasters. I’m the incompetent one.”
Your blood felt like it was boiling. Gabriel had a look on his face that was somewhere between surprised at the size of the can of worms he’d opened and amused at how irritated you were with people that he only respected out of obligation more than actual liking.
“Stickiness on the upholstery?” You continued angrily, moving to sit up straight. “My fault, obviously, never mind that Sam was sitting there. Cut it close on the life-saving? Don’t mind that I did the life-saving to begin with. No more hot water? My bad, I should’ve quit and left the blood in my hair!” That one pissed you off the most because it had been so disgusting, and you’d even said they should shower first since they would be faster. You’d all been tired and hurting, and Sam and Dean kicked you when you were down.
“Those idiots wouldn’t know gratitude if it slammed ‘em in the face,” Gabriel agreed, getting on board with the ranting.
You nodded appreciatively. “Which is wild, because they call me family but really quickly forget when it doesn’t suit them anymore!” That was the part that hurt the most. You were so mad about how much they hurt you emotionally when they ganged up on you. “They never turn on each other when I’m around. Or even on Cas! They just take it all out on me. ‘Cause it’s like no matter how long we’ve been together or how much we’ve gone through, I still won’t be as much family to them as Cas is…”
You trailed off, realizing how your voice had quieted. It was true, you realized. Or, if it wasn’t true, then it was at least how you really felt, and what you really feared. Sam and Dean loved you, but they showed priorities once in a while. And you knew that that shouldn’t cheapen the sense of family that you usually found in their company, but it was a lie to say it didn’t hurt.
Gabriel sensed the tonal change and sat forward while scooting closer up the couch to you. “Hey now,” he said, his voice low and soft. You hadn’t hurt him sound so comforting since the parallel Michael had taken you hostage. “Those bozos would do anything to keep you safe.”
You nodded, unconvinced. They’d move heaven and hell, for sure, but there were lines they wouldn’t cross. Truthfully, you didn’t want them to; you’d rather leave peace behind than come back through violence. But that didn’t change the fact that a little part of you longed to know you were someone’s first priority.
“Heck,” Gabriel said, seeing you weren’t sold and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “It’s not just them, Sugar. You’re just as much family as anyone else. They’re just morons and can’t figure out how to show it better. But sometimes they come through. Dean said yes to spare your life.”
You nodded reluctantly, shutting your eyes and leaning against the archangel’s warm side. You hated that Dean had given in, but you’d known your safety was a leading cause.
“And Sam faced Luci for you. More than once,” Gabriel added.
You nodded again, wrapping your arms around yourself even as Gabriel turned his body closer to yours, all but holding you. That was true, too. Sam fought his worst fears and put his life in peril to make sure you came home.
As you were folded up in his arms, the air around you started to shimmer right before your eyes. Then the view through them tinted shades of amber and gold, and finally you saw the textures of feathers emerging. In a few seconds, the wings around you were opaque and solid, fully manifested. It wasn’t how his wings really were, but it was as close an approximation as he could show you without your eyes burning out (and that was the best-case scenario). You snuggled closer to his chest as the tops of his wings arched and the distal feathers slanted, overlapping around you and enveloping you in a safe cocoon of angel.
“And Cas literally got exploded keeping you safe,” Gabriel pointed out, then, under his breath, muttered, “Really, though, you’d think after the first two times he’d start avoiding that particular cause of death.”
You made a tiny giggle. It wasn’t funny, except it sort of was. The morbid humor was a necessity in a hunter’s life, and somehow the fact that people died and came back so often had become a punch line in front of everyone except that person’s face. Even you had been resurrected – twice now.
All of it was very true. You were very much a part of Team Free Will, and you were part of the family. You were being treated badly now, and it wasn’t the first time, and you knew that if push ever absolutely came to shove, Dean and Sam would defend each other to the end of their lines. But that didn’t mean you weren’t also cared for and valued. Sometimes they just got their heads stuck in their asses and forgot how to show their care. When you calmed down with time and distance, it was easier to keep in mind that the two of them had buckets of unprocessed PTSD and childhood emotional abuse. Their clinginess to each other was a coping mechanism more than a conscious choice. When they did make deliberate decisions, they never made you feel like an outsider.
“Thanks,” you said after a beat, dropping your cheek onto his shoulder. “That helped a lot.”
“I always do,” he claimed airily. The shifting of his feathers gave away his self-satisfaction. They were beautifully glistening, perfectly dry but sparkling with something powerful and unearthly. “That’s because I’m the smartest of the bunch.”
“I dunno… Who dated Kali again?”
Gabriel dug his fingers into your side, just under your ribs, in a way that almost could’ve been a tickle but was just a touch too hard. The result was an uncomfortable pressure that made you jolt and squirm, yanking yourself away and into the side of his wing. The feathers were firm, refusing to bend, but grazed over your skin as softly as fleece. Gabriel chuckled while you protectively moved your hands to cover your sides.
“Okay, point made,” you squeaked.
“Even if that counted – which I’m not saying it does,” he hastily said, holding his hand up to threaten another jab. “I think it’s cancelled out by being smart enough to stick close to you.”
“Aw,” you cooed, kissing his cheek. “Alright, you can have that one.”
Just so you all know, we didn’t just drop off the face of the earth. I’m still here, I still intend to write for this blog when I can, and I assume my fellow authors, like myself, have just been preoccupied with irl stresses and priorities.
Just so you all know, we didn’t just drop off the face of the earth. I’m still here, I still intend to write for this blog when I can, and I assume my fellow authors, like myself, have just been preoccupied with irl stresses and priorities.
Words: 5,103
Gabriel x Reader
Warnings: none!
A/N: This is part of a series! Read Part 1 first!
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The first door standing open down the long hallway was obviously your bedroom, and Gabriel wasn’t shy about stepping inside. At first, he simply stood in the center and glanced around eagerly, bouncing a little on his feet as he surveyed the space.
Cas followed him in much more tentatively, but curious as to what his purpose was.
“This is it, huh?” He strolled over to the small desk in one corner and picked up an open notebook and some loose papers, studying them closely. Apparently, nothing there really held his interest because he abandoned them quickly and started sliding open desk drawers.
“This is—I think this is what humans would call an ‘invasion of privacy,’” Cas said.
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Rating: E
Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Word Count: 739
Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, Grace use, pwp, orgasm delay (if you squint), light d/s undertones (if you squint very, very hard)
Summary: zero plot to be found 😆 exactly what it says on the tin
A/N: Prompted (in bold) by @feelmyroarrrr a long time ago (thanx for ur patience). Sorry if this is far from my best smut, been going thru an odd block on smut and figured this would be a good one to ease back into it. First time writing Thigh Riding, so I hope it’s not too off the mark.
@gabriel-spn-bingo square: Free Space
@spnkinkbingo square: Thigh Riding
@heavenandhellbingo square: Free Space
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“Oh, no Sugar. You keep those right there.” Gabriel let his Grace pin your hands in place above your head, stepping closer against your nearly naked body as he pressed you back to the wall. One leg slotted between yours, grinding into your cloth-covered mound. “Naughty girls don’t get to touch, y/n. The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”
You whimpered, your head falling back to thump against the wall, your back arching as you rocked into his…. touch. His hands caressed your skin, thumbs brushing over your breasts, your nipples pressing against the fabric of your bra. He always knew just how to tease you, to get you trembling in his arms. Gabriel’s eyes roamed over you, golden irises a thinning circle around lust-darkened pupils. He smirked wolfishly at you and dipped his head to press his lips to your neck, teeth scraping gently over your pulse point.
Every Breath You Take (PI) | Every Step You Take (PII) | Every Bond You Break (PIII) | Every Heart You Break (PIV) | Every Game You Play (PV)
Wings: Preen | Wings: Molt
1st Day of Christmas | 2nd Day of Christmas | 3rd Day of Christmas | 4th Day of Christmas | 5th Day of Christmas | 6th Day of Christmas | 7th Day of Christmas
1. One of my older stories (2017 I think? Maybe 2018? Whew, that was a while ago) used some French and I’ve been informed by a couple of people that I got something wrong. I went back and corrected to the best of my ability. I am doing my best... but I’m far from fluent.
2. Updated to include “Wingmates.”
Will hopefully be updated again with a few more stories before too long! I know I’ve been radio silent for a while, but I’m trying to achieve a better work-school-life balance which includes more time for hobbies.
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