#gabe drabble

[supernaturalfreewill]

You rushed to the front door and yanked it open, surprised to find Gabriel standing on your stoop with a tiny fake french mustache stuck on his upper lip.

You put a hand to your forehead. “Oh... God. Gabe--” “Good afternoon, madam? May I come in?” he asked in an affected (and dramatic) French accent.

You stared at him, your jaw dropped a little open and watched him breezing in past you into the foyer. “Sssssuuuuuuuure...” you said after he was already inside. You shut the door behind him and waited for whatever was to come.

You had learned with Gabriel that it was usually just best to humor him and allow him to get through whatever he had planned. “Oh, zis light! Zis place! And what a bee-yoo-tee-ful face!” he said with a flourish. “Oh, but zat outfit...” he clicked his tongue at you. “No, no, no. Zis is no good--my dear, zis is just not your color?” You looked down at your top, bewildered. “Oooookaaaaaay...” You looked back up at him and crossed your arms. “Alright then, Romeo. What IS my color then?” Gabriel smiled. That was it. You had played right into his hands. “Mmmhmmhmmhmm,” he laughed. “Ho HO! May I suggest--nude?” He grinned from ear to ear, relishing how easily he had reached his punchline.

“GABE!” you yelled, hitting him on the arm. He laughed heartily and pulled off the fake mustache (and the beret) and swept an arm around your lower back, pulling you in against him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he tugged you in. You were trying to give him a stern look, but you could feel yourself smiling. “Too much?” he joked. “You’re always too much,” you said. “But that’s why you like me.” You considered him for a moment, studying the hues of hazel and amber in his eyes, finally brushing your fingers through his hair. “Some days,” you teased. He raised his eyebrows at you and stuffed the beret back onto his head. “Zat is it! I have had enough of zis foolishness!” He hoisted you up over his shoulder and you squealed and kicked playfully. “Zis whole thing is a do-over! We must start from scratch! Undress and re-do! To ze bedroom!” You both laughed the whole way. Prompt: "Sweetie, that's so not your color." Pairing: Gabriel x Reader requested by: anonymous!

[sorenmarie87]

So was he premature?

Summary:  After Rowena blasts Lucifer into the rift, the two of you have a chat.  

Ship: Rowena x Y/N, Gabe x Rowena, Gabe x Y/N, Rowena x Gabe x Y/N 

Word Count: 194

Warnings: Spoilers for 13 x 21

A/N: All grammar mistakes are my own and I do not own the GIF I used.  This is my first drabble in quite some time.  I’ve had writer’s block BAD - some real life stuff happened.   

Forever Tags - @lovetusk @dragongirl420 @mirajanefairytailmage @kazosa @soythedemonqueen @docharleythegeekqueen @holyfuckloueh

SPN Tags - @clockworkmorningglory

“Let her go you winged dick!”   You watched as Lucifer held Rowena up against the wall, choking her.  She managed to blast him back into the rift and you froze.  You watched as Rowena fell to the floor and swore.

“Ro, what the hell do we do now?”  You helped her up off of the floor and you heard her sigh.  

“I don't know lass.”  You watched as she started packing up her things and turned to you.   “They won't be happy with this turn out - I just blasted Lucifer into the rift.”

“This isn't good.”  You watched as she argued with herself before putting everything she had back down with new resolve.

“Let's figure this out, shall we Y/N?”

You squeezed her hand gently as you flipped through the book in front of you.  “Hey Ro?”

“Yes dear?”

“I have to ask was Gabe premature or was that just a fluke?”  You watched as her cheeks flushed and you chuckled.

“That was just a fluke dearie, why?”  It was your turn to flush.  She watched you carefully.  ‘'I'm sure we can work something out with our favorite archangel when he gets back.”

[supernaturalfreewill]

Character/pairing: Gabriel x Reader Random word or object: t-shirt Emotion: jealous Requested by: anonymous

You suddenly heard shouting and a struggle in the other room and you grabbed your gun, running out as quickly and quietly as you could, but as you got closer you recognized the voices easily. “Gabe?” He had Dean pinned up against the wall. “What is going on?!” 

Gabriel looked over at you and smiled. “Good to see you, Y/N. Don’t worry. I won’t throttle Dean here... Just have something to work out here with him...”

“What could you possibly have to work out that requires you pinning him to a wall!” You rushed over and Gabe followed your every move with his eyes.

“I swear to God, whatever God, your dad! Nothing has happened between Y/N and I!” Dean choked out, breathing heavily and clearly in pain from the way Gabriel was holding him.

“What?” you looked at Gabe wide-eyed. “Why would you think that something was going on between Dean and I?” you demanded.

“You’re wearing his t-shirt. Helloooo! What the heck else am I supposed to think?”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s what this is about? Seriously?!” you demanded incredulously. You marched into the bathroom and grabbed your shirt off the floor. “This is why I’m wearing Dean’s t-shirt.” You held up the bloodstained shirt. There was a wide tear across the front. 

Gabe looked at it and pursed his lips, nodding in understanding. “Ahh. I seem to have made a mistake.” He let go of Dean and he dropped to the floor like a ton of bricks with a groan. “Sorry about that, Dean-o. But let it serve as a warning to ya...” he tossed over his shoulder. “Are you alright?” he asked, his face full of concern, reaching out to gently touch your shoulder.

You were staring at him sternly and he retracted his hand halfway to you. “Not cute, Gabe,” you said.

He ignored your scolding. “I can heal you. Let me see,” he pleaded.

You sighed heavily. “Cas already took care of it. You need to work on your jealousy issues.”

Gabriel looked a little sheepish. “Perhaps you’re right... It’s bound to happen when your dad is God and he banishes one of your brothers to Hell and--”

“Yeah, yeah... I get it,” you said, stifling a smile at the archangel.

[hellooo-tricksters]

“Who ate the last cookie”

for @my-writing-muse

Your house smelled delicious, as it always did after you had baked cookies. They were all shaped Christmas related, balls, trees, canes, stars, even little santa’s. You took one, the icing still a little sticky, and took a bite. It was so good you almost moaned. Self confidence wasn’t your thing, but you would always brag about your own baking skills. So would Gabe, who currently was sneaking up behind you to try and steal a cookie from the tray.

“Hey!” you yelled, and slapped his hand. “They’re not ready yet.”

He groaned, “Oh come on, you’re not going to miss one.” he pouted at you, and his eyes landed on the cookie in your hand. “Why do you get one?” he said offended.

You shrugged, “Baker’s privilege.” you would’ve walked out of the kitchen, if Gabe wasn’t still drooling over you cookies. “They’re for tonight, when Sam, Dean and Cas are coming over. Then you can have all the cookies you want.” You pecked his cheek and pushed him out of the kitchen. 

***

That evening you entered the living room with the cookies on a fancy dish and set them on the table. Even before you could sit down Gabe had snagged three of them of the table. Everyone gave him a weird look and you sighed.

“Trust me, once you taste them you’ll do the same.” he said, taking a big bite of one of them.

Sam, Dean and Cas each took one of the dish and all took a bite. Dean turned to you, “Okay these are amazing. Can you make these for the road back home?” he said. 

You laughed, “I don’t think I have time, but next time I’ll have some ready.” 

You had a good night, with all of the guys. You didn’t get to see them that often and when they had to leave that morning you were sad. You hugged them all and waved them goodbye as the Impala drove off. 

When you went back into the house Gabe was off somewhere and you rolled your eyes. Stalking into the kitchen, you opened the fridge and reached underneath it, where there was a compartment where you had hidden 2 last cookies. They weren’t there, you barely had any yesterday and you always hid a few. You bent down to check, but they were gone.

You took a deep breath, “Who ate the last cookie?!” you yelled.

[i4z-0892-il]

6, with Gabriel? Please and ta!x

You sat at your desk, pouring over a codex from acivilization long since gone. Your eyes slowly falling shut, your head droppedfrom your palm, and you jerked up trying to keep yourself awake long enough totranslate the last little bit of text you needed.

You jumped nearly out of your skin at the sound of the loudTHUMP! You grabbed your pistol off the desk cocking it back and turning as youstood. Gabriel lay half draped over the edge of your bed. Your alarm quicklyturned to confusion and then worry when he didn’t look at you. You closed thespace between you quickly, and knelt beside him, dropping your gun on your bed,as you pulled his head up to look at you. His skin was pallid, his eyes hardlyable to keep open.

“Gabe? Gabe!” You yelled forcing him to attention. His eyesdrifted open, a brow cocked as he tried to pay attention. He shifted, his handpressed against his chest stained red.

“Shit! Are you bleeding?!” You urged, pushing his back tothe bed  to get a closer look, his shirtwet and matted against his chest. Your breath hitched in your throat. He turnedhis eyes up to you, and to your horror brought his hand to his lips and lickedone of his fingers. His expression turned from bedraggled to elated, with a  smile.

“Nope! Just jam! Had you going there for a minute though!”He said with a chuckle. You stood up and frowned, kicking him in the shin.

“You ass!”