Just found your blog from the Sam cg fic (CRUNNCHHH I eated it) and I was wondering if you'd write one for Gabriel?
Gabriel as a Caregiver!
Dean grabbed the motel room key and pointed a finger at you.
"Don't answer the door for anybody."
Sam rolled his eyes.
"We'll be back in a couple hours."
You sat cross-legged on one of the beds and nodded.
"Okay."
Sam shook his head and gently shoved Dean toward the door.
"Bye."
A moment later, the motel room fell quiet.
At first, everything was fine.
You flipped through channels on the television.
You looked through one of the books Sam had left behind.
You wandered over to the little table.
But slowly, the familiar fuzzy feeling began to settle in.
Your thoughts got softer.
The room felt bigger.
The silence felt louder.
You tugged at your sleeve.
Dean and Sam weren't gone long, but suddenly you missed them.
A little pout formed on your face.
You climbed onto the bed and curled up with one of the pillows.
The regression settled fully.
Now the room felt really empty.
You sniffled.
"I bored."
"That's a tragedy."
You jumped.
A man was suddenly laying upside down on the ceiling.
Just casually.
Like that was normal.
A grin spread across his face.
"Hello, kiddo."
Gabriel.
You immediately relaxed.
"Gabe!"
With a snap of his fingers, he disappeared from the ceiling and reappeared sitting beside you.
"There we go."
You scooted closer.
Gabriel immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
"What's got that little face all pouty?"
"Dean an' Sammy gone."
"A terrible crime."
You nodded dramatically.
"A very terrible crime."
Gabriel gasped.
"Somebody should tell the authorities."
That earned a giggle.
"There it is."
He gently booped your nose.
"Now. What are we doing until the brothers get back?"
You thought for a moment.
Then your eyes landed on a box of crayons sitting in your backpack.
"Color!"
Gabriel smiled.
"Excellent choice."
A moment later, paper appeared on the motel table along with a whole stack of coloring pages.
But instead of using those, you grabbed a blank sheet.
Gabriel watched curiously.
"What are we making?"
"A picture."
"Of what?"
"You."
His expression immediately softened.
"Me?"
"And me."
"Oh."
Gabriel looked genuinely touched.
"Well now I have to see this."
You carefully began drawing.
A circle for your head.
A circle for Gabriel's head.
Stick arms.
Stick legs.
A giant smile.
Gabriel sat beside you, resting his chin in his hand as he watched.
"Wow."
You looked up.
"What?"
"I've never looked so handsome."
You giggled.
The drawing continued.
Then you paused.
You looked at Gabriel seriously.
"Gabe?"
"Yeah, kiddo?"
"What color wings?"
His smile softened.
"My wings?"
You nodded.
Gabriel thought for a moment.
"Gold."
Your crayon froze.
"...Gold?"
"Yep."
You immediately dug through the crayon box.
Blue.
Red.
Green.
Purple.
Brown.
No gold.
Your little face scrunched up.
Then came the pout.
Gabriel instantly recognized it.
"Oh no."
"No gold."
The pout deepened.
"No gold."
The angel watched you sadly inspect the crayons again.
Then he leaned over.
"Kiddo?"
"Hm?"
"Look again."
You blinked.
There, nestled among the crayons, was a shiny metallic gold one that definitely hadn't been there before.
Your eyes widened.
"GOLD!"
Gabriel grinned.
"Would you look at that."
You immediately grabbed it and started coloring huge golden wings behind the stick-figure Gabriel.
The gold crayon sparkled across the page.
Gabriel watched the entire thing with the fondest expression imaginable.
When you finally finished, you proudly held the drawing up.
"There!"
Gabriel accepted it carefully.
The picture was simple.
Two smiling stick figures holding hands.
One had giant golden wings.
The other had a pink skirt colored completely outside the lines.
It was perfect.
Gabriel stared at it for a moment before looking back at you.
"This is my favorite thing."
You beamed.
"Really?"
"Really."
With another snap, a golden frame appeared around the picture.
Your eyes widened.
"You framed it!"
"Of course I did."
Gabriel gently tapped the frame.
"This is going in my collection."
"You have collection?"
"I do now."
That earned another fit of giggles.
Gabriel pulled you into a warm side hug and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"You know what my favorite part is?"
"The wings?"
"Nope."
"The smile?"
"Nope."
You tilted your head.
"What then?"
Gabriel pointed to the two stick figures holding hands.
"That part."
Your cheeks warmed.
Gabriel smiled softly.
You leaned against him.
And by the time Dean and Sam came back to the motel room, they found you curled up against Gabriel's side, your gold-winged masterpiece safely framed on the bedside table.
(Request from @graveyardsys0802)
THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE THISSSS 😭❤️
