This is a Winchester sister fic, and is dedicated to @unleashthemidnight for my 200 subscriber celebration. As always I own nothing but my characters and the mistakes.
This story takes place during Changing Channels season 5 ep 8
Amber danced around the Singer kitchen, 2 year old Ravenna giggling at her mothers antics. Bobby and Adam were on the hunt for a Rugaru while Sam and Dean were on the trail of a trickster. The smell of fresh brewed coffee and chocolet chip cookies filled the kitchen, as Amber picked up Ravenna and started dancing with her to Freddy Murcery and David Bowie's classic "Under Pressure" and heading up to one of the bedrooms.
Once Ravenna was laid down for a nap, Amber grabbed some coffee and a cookie and went into Bobby's study. Just as she was about to sit down her cellphone belted out Angel Man by Joan Armatrading.
"Hey Castiel, how are things going with you and the boys?"
"Sam......Dean......warehouse.............." with those three words the call dropped. Where ever they were reception was crap. Looking down at her phone she went to call him back when the cell poofed out of her hand.
"Now, now cupcake I can't have you and Castiel ruining my fun," A smooth and sassy voice said from the doorway of the study. Looking up Amber saw a blonde man with gold eyes and a lollypop in his mouth smiling at her.
"What the absolute hell, dude my husband gave me that phone for my birthday so I better get it back." She said raising a brow, sitting back she crossed her arms over her chest and just stared at the man in front of her. "And being that this house is warded against about everything, I take it you are who the boys were looking for but are NOT a Trickster."
The mans eyes widened at her deducion and a genuine smile graced his facing causing his golden eyes to dance with mirth. "Well now, looks like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb are actually smart enough to hang around people with brains. Tell me Lollypop whats a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
Rolling her eyes, Amber got to her feet and walked past the man as if he were no threat at all. Going to the coffee maker she poured herself another cup, then looked at him questioningly, "Want a cup of coffee or a cookie?"
"You don't seem the least bit worried about a strange magical being just randomly popping into your house suger, maybe I was wrong about the Winchesters hanging around with a smarter crowd."
Amber snorted and shook her head, taking a bite of cookie she smirked at the being infront of her. "I have an idea what you are Angel," His eyes widen and he pales, "Everything here can kill you but I can do it most effciently." She sat at the kitchen table and pushed out the chair opposite her. "Now sit your feathery ass down and tell me what the hell your playing at......and who the hell are you?"
Sitting down, he sighed and just stared at her for a moment then taking a deep breath, "Gabriel, I'm Gabriel. And to be honest I don't know what I'm doing I just know I'm tired of all the fighting."
Warnings : Injured Reader, Angry/depressed Reader, painkillers/alcohol (mentioned very briefly), Vomiting, Pranks, Grumpy Winchesters (Mostly Dean), protective Gabe.
A/N : This very much started out as one thing and got away from me. The request was a Gabriel hurt/comfort fic, I might owe you another one lol.
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Of all the things to take you out, you never expected it to be a fucking car.
Shifter, maybe. Wendigo, sure. Demon, why not. But a fucking Cadillac? Come on.
You remember it hitting you, the shock of pain and then nothing. Not until you woke up in the hospital and they started in on the 21 questions while you got looked over. Far as you knew, no one you knew had come in or asked about you, and you were pissed when you got back to the motel and found out the guy you had been with had left, leaving your shit and the bill behind.
Being a hunter, you were okay with the idea of dying somewhere and no one knowing. But you figured the sack of shit you had been hunting with the last two months would have noticed when you didn't come back and maybe looked for you.
The only person who had noticed your absence during your hospital stay had been the guy at the front desk, only because he was pissed about you leaving your things in the room for so long, and he’d started in on you the second he saw you coming. Turning, you threatened to shove your cast up his ass if he didn't fuck off, and he quickly hurried off saying he was calling the police. Whether or not he did, didn't matter. You were gone before they got there. You, your bandages, your casts and crutches, very cautiously driving to the next town and a new room with a new alias.
Once settled, you made a call. A mutual friend. You filled them in on what happened, and before you angrily slammed the phone, you said “Let that piece of shit think I’m fucking dead somewhere, because when he sees me again, I want him fucking scared.”
To say you were angry was an understatement.
You were also depressed about the whole thing. You’d been kinda seeing the guy. A chance meeting in a bar, finding out he was a hunter too, you had stupidly thought maybe it could work. Two months of warming that assholes bed and having his back apparently mean fucking nothing. The one person you thought might notice, couldn’t fucking care less.
So much for hunters having each others backs.
There was two days of angry brooding. And then your mood seemed to plummet. You felt useless. What good was a hunter who couldn't hunt? So you gave in to painkillers, a bottle of whiskey and trashy tv.
“You know, Jerry Springer oddly enough isn't the trashiest thing on tv these days.”
Startled by the voice, you grabbed the gun you kept on you and cocked it, pointed at the person’s head suddenly sitting next to you. “What the fuck are you?”
“I think you mean who.”
“I mean what.” you growled, gun not wavering in the slightest. “Nothing human appears out of thin air like that. So what the fuck are you and why shouldn't I blow your fucking brains out?”
“He's human.” he motions to himself. “Or rather, was..”
You sniff at the air. “You're no demon.”
“Nope.” He pops the p. “I'm so much more.” he smiles almost smugly.
“I'm not asking again.”
“You know..” he sighs and stands from the couch. “Maybe this is why he took off. You need to mellow out.”
You followed suit, standing, albeit gingerly on your broken leg, and when he turned to face you the gun was in his face.
“I'm an angel.”
“Bullshit.” He motioned to the side with his head, and as you started to glance around, the lights began to flicker and the room seemed to vibrate as the massive wings began to appear behind him. “Shit..” the gun started to lower.
“They call me Gabriel. Archangel.” You looked at him almost in shock and he smiled. “What, demons can be real but not angels?”
“Why.. If angels and God were real, why would they let the world be this shit?”
“We didn't let it, Sugar.” He gently took the gun from your hand and tossed it onto the couch. “You did.” You furrowed your brow, and he could see the anger coming back, so his hand came up to stop you. “Humanity did.”
“You think we want this!?”
“Yeah.” he nodded with a shrug. “We didn't make the monsters and the demons, sweetheart. Humanity was given free will and this is what was done with it. People made their choices. This is the outcome. I'm sorry.”
You thought about that for a minute. Demons and witches made deals to get where they were. “Choices often made out of desperation…” you muttered but continued to think. Even some other monsters you hunted started off normal and human until they weren't anymore.
“Or greed.” he shrugged. “Are you desperate? You sounded angry and a bit depressed in your prayers-”
“I don't pray.” you snapped at him and he smiled.
“You do. I can hear you.”
“Then where the fuck were you when I was in the hospital?”
“Busy. But I'm here now.” he held out his arms with a wide smile plastered to his face.
“Well, you can leave now.” He shook his head so you dropped back onto the couch and put your attention back onto the people fighting on the screen. “Why not? Why are you here?”
“You needed a friend.” he sat next to you again and snapped his fingers to change the channel, and suddenly Maury was on. “He is the father, by the way.”
“What?” seconds later the envelope was opened and the announcement was made. You gave him a surprised look.
“I told you. Angel.” he winked. “Wanna have some fun? I could use some fun. You could use some fun.”
“I could use some new limbs.” you muttered more to yourself than him.
“Want me to heal all that for you?” His finger waved around, gesturing at all of you.
“No.” you shook your head, not looking at him. “Its a reminder.”
“To avoid Cadillacs?”
“To not trust people.” you glanced at him.
“Oh yeah, you need some fun, Pumpkin. Come on.” He stands and holds out a hand.
“I can't really go anywhere..” you gesture down at your leg.
“Don't worry, Sugar. We're flying angel class.” He grabs your hand, pulls you to your feet and with a final wink, everything shifts.
When the room around you settles and you're on solid footing again, you drop to your good knee and puke, most of it landing in someone's boot.
“Yeah, it takes some getting use to. Sorry sweet-cheeks.” He gives you an awkward smile as you wipe your mouth on your sleeve.
“Where are we and why?”
“Friends. Family? A bit of both, in a sense.” he smiles. “My favorite people to bug when I need cheering up. I figured maybe some pranks would make you laugh. I sure as hell will be laughing when Dean-o puts his boots back on.” he pointed to the boots you had just happened to barf into. “Good prank, Sugar.”
“Happy coincidence.” you mutter sarcastically, waving a hand at him so he'll help you up. “Can we go now? I'm not exactly feeling up to more strangers. Especially if they're like you.”
“No one is like me.” He grins and winks. “And we aren't done, come on.”
Again it all shifts and settles, and though this time you find yourself in the backseat of a car, you still double over and puke.
“Oh, Dean is gonna be pissed!” he laughs. “I wonder how long it'll take him to notice…” he mused softly to himself. “Oh! New plan. I need your phone.”
Before you can even tell him it was left behind at the motel, he snaps his fingers and it's in his hands. “What are you doing?”
“Sending Sasquatch a text. Hang on. This'll be fun.” You watch him send a quick text, nothing more than coordinates and then he's done. “Alright we gotta move from here, so let's hide over-”
“Oh no.” you pull your hand away the second he grabs it. “No more flying angel air. I already lost lunch and dinner. I'd like to keep breakfast.”
“Fair enough.”
“Dean!?”
“Shower!”
Sam moves towards the shower and leans on the door frame. “So I got-”
“Shower, Sam.” Dean grumbled and looked out and over at his brother. “Shit showers for two weeks, let me have this.” He shot Sam a look before ducking back under the water.
Sam sighed. “I got a weird text, Dean. Like dad use to send.”
“Coordinates?” Dean scrubbed at his chest and shoulders.
“And nothing else. But dad's dead..”
“Nothing stays dead anymore.” Dean mumbled.
“Exactly.” Sam glanced down at his phone.
“Look it up. Give me five damn minutes. Okay? We'll check it out.”
“Yeah, alright.” Sam turns and heads back to his room and his laptop.
Sam had just recently closed his laptop, and was now packing it, and everything else he'd need into his bag when Dean left the showers and headed back to his room.
It was quiet for a while, and Sam figure his brother was doing the same, so he grabbed his bag and headed out to place it on the table in the war room and wait for Dean to be ready.
“Son of a bitch!”
Sam's head shot around and the sound of his brother yelling. “Dean?” Dean came storming in with an odd limp, and Sam noticed he was walking on just the heel on his right foot. As Dean got closer, Sam winced. “Oh god, what is that smell?”
“Tha-” Dean's jaw clenched as he stopped and lifted up his foot. “That smell is your barf, you douche.”
“Dean, I haven't been sick in a long while.”
“Well I didn't puke in my own fucking boot!”
Sam's eyebrows shot up and he looked down as Dean gingerly pulled off his sock. “I didn't..” he shook his head.
“Yeah, whatever. Just get in the fucking car.” Dean threw the offending sock across the room.
“You can't leave that there, it'll-”
“Get in the fucking car, Sammy.” Dean turned his stern big brother look on Sam and pointed to the door. “You owe me new boots. Now what the fuck am I going to wear..?” Dean grumbled.
“Wear your fed shoes, and we'll stop in somewhere on the way out, okay?”
“I'm going to be useless on this thing.” Dean pulled off his other sock despite it being clean. “Breaking in new damn boots all over again. Those were my good boots, Sammy. My lucky boots.”
“Luck- Dean, you died four times since you got those.”
“And I came back every time.” he shot the clean sock to where the other lay. “I'm throwing these out.”
“Dean, just wash them, they're socks-”
“No, it's disgusting, okay.” Dean started back towards the room. “Even my jeans feel disgusting now.”
Sam rolled his eyes as Dean disappeared from sight, and hitched his bag up over his shoulder before heading up the stairs.
Hearing someone's yell echo through the space, both your heads swiveled towards the sound. “Let's go.” Gabe opened the door and scooted out, grabbing your hand and helping you along once you were out. “We'll hide over there until they're gone.”
Glancing behind you and pushing the door shut, it wasn't until you were a few feet away that something hit you. “That car…”
“Yeah, yeah, it's nice, let’s go.” He dragged you along.
“Is that..” Your eyes went wide. “Is that the fucking Impala?!”
Gabe tugged your arm and dragged you down behind some dusty old car tucked off to the side. “Shh.”
“Dean- Dean who?” He went to shush you again, but you didn't give him a chance. “Dean who!”
“Winchester.” he whispered.
Your eyes went wide. “I puked in Dean Winchester's fucking car! Oh shit. Oh shit.” you hunkered down as much as you could.
“Know him?”
“Know of him. And that car. Oh shit I'm so dead.” Your head went back against the cold metal of the car just as the door opened.
“Shhh. Sasquatch.” he motioned with his thumb and you sneakily looked up and saw a giant of a man moving past the other side of the car.
“That Dean?” you mouthed
He shook his head. “Sam.” He mouthed back.
With a furrowed brow, Sam looked around and you both ducked. A moment later, you hear him pop the trunk, and then a second pair of footsteps started making their way closer.
With a quiet snap of his fingers, a small portable tv appeared in Gabe’s hand and he gave a wink.
“What's with that face?”
“N-Nothing..”
“Sammy-”
“Do you not smell that? Is it you?”
Dean clenched his jaw as he drove down an empty road just outside Lawrence. “I threw out the socks and boots, even changed my jeans. That damn smell is burned into my nose. So yeah, I smell it.”
“But why do I smell it?” Sam glanced around.
“Just tell me what you have. I'll shower again when we get there.” Dean was obviously annoyed with the topic.
“Yeah.. uh.. so, the coordinates are in Montana.”
“Number?”
“Unlisted. Did some digging and found it belongs to a hunter-”
“Obviously.” Dean rolled his eyes.
Sam shot him a look. “A hunter named Y/N Y/L/N.”
Deans brow furrowed as he tried to think. “Never heard of her.. she hot?” a ghost of a smile graced his lips.
“How would I know?”
“She has your number.”
“I have no idea who she is.” He shrugged. “Maybe she knew dad and he told her how to find us if she needed to..”
“I swear to god, if we go out there and find more siblings…”
Sam was quiet for a bit, but he couldn't take it anymore. “It smells like someone threw up in here-”
“Drop it, Sam!”
Once they were gone, and Gabriel was sure they wouldn't turn around, he stood and helped you up, snapping his fingers so you had your crutches. “Come on. We have about 17 hours until they find the surprise at the end of the road, so let's have some fun.”
The second you spotted the library, your eyes lit up and you started scanning the books. Gabe smiled to himself and settled down just to watch you for a bit, his little tv set on the table, so he keep keep an out for Dean noticing barf number two, and he kicked his feet up, crossing his ankles. He had time on his side, and plenty of it.
After buying his boots, Dean had tossed the bag with his fed shoes into the back seat without a glance and grumbled about the tight fit of his new boots.
The drive was silent until they got to the motel in a town just a few miles off from the coordinates. Sam was quick to get out of the car and take in a deep breath of fresh air.
“Shut up.” Dean grumbled at him as he got out.
“I didn't say any-”
“Shut it.” Dean pointed at him and shut his door and moved to open the back one. When he reached in for the bag, his face scrunched up at the smell, and then he saw it. “You fucking puked in my car!?”
Sam turned as Dean shut up. “What? No.”
“My fucking car, Sam!”
Sam ducked down and looked in the back passenger side window, and sure enough on the floor behind the driver side front seat was a puddle of vomit, dried and crusted after the 17 plus hours they had spent in the car. “It wasn't me.”
“Who the fuck else could it be?” Dean’s arms went out wide.
Sam straighten again, confused. “I really don't know, Dean. I swear it wasn't-”
“Just go get is checked in.” Dean grabbed the bag and slammed the door. “Going to find a damn car wash.” he tossed Sam the bag.
Dean had barely waited for Sam to get the bags out of the trunk before he was tearing off the lot. Sam sighed and headed into the front office. “Hi. I need a room. Twin, if possible.” He smiled politely at the man behind the desk, but his mind was working, trying to figure out what was going on.
“He found it!” Gabe was laughing, and you looked up from the sandwich he had made you.
“Just now? How did it take so long?” Gabe turned the small tv, and you watched as Dean yelled at his brother before taking off.
“He figured the smell was just lingering on him, I guess.” he laughed. “Oh man. This is funny.”
“That's disgusting.” your face was scrunched up. The screen showed Dean driving along alone. “Please tell me he's going to get his car cleaned.”
“Yeah.” Gabe chuckled.
“What did you leave for them to find, anyways?” you ask before taking another bite of your sandwich.
“Nothing big.” He shrugged, like it was no big deal.
“Here.” Sam pointed off the road. “Turn here.”
“No road.” Dean pulled into the field just enough to be off the road. “Walk?”
“Yeah.” Sam opened his door and got out, glancing down at his phone as he went, Dean just a few steps behind. Suddenly, he stopped and started looking around.
“What?”
“Says we’re here..”
“Where?”
“Here.” Sam showed him. “It says this is the place..”
“You sure?” Dean started looking around too. “There’s nothing here.” Dean was squinting as he glanced around. The sun had set an hour ago. “Fan out? See what we see?” Sam nodded. “Don’t go too far, Sammy.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Sam muttered, tucking his phone into his pocket and pulling out his gun, just in case. Sam only made it about 20 or 30 steps when he saw something. “Dean!” He pointed to a figure hidden in the shadow of some trees a good distance away.
Dean followed Sam’s finger. “Got it.” He motioned with Sam to go around while he went straight. Neither had any idea what they were dealing with since as far as they knew, nothing was going on anywhere near here, so they weren’t taking chances.
As he moved closer, he realized the figure didn’t move. Not a single inch. Even if whoever it was had no idea it was being watched, it should have moved by now. He even tried calling out, to test his theory, and sure enough, nothing. And when he was a few feet away from it, he saw why.
“Son of a bitch! Sammy!”
Sam hurried over, no longer trying to stalk the thing. “Wha-” but when he saw, he groaned.
Standing in front of them was a cardboard cutout of Gabriel in his latest Casa Erotica persona. Stuck to the cutout, was a phone. And as if it knew they were there, the phone suddenly lit up and played, on a loop, a video of Gabe saying “Gotcha.”
“GABRIEL YOU DOUCHE!” Dean screamed up at the sky. “I’m coming for you!”
As soon as Gabe saw the brothers get to the field, he put his little tv on mute. He chuckled when he could hear Dean yelling in his head, and glanced up at you. “Enjoying the books?”
You nodded. “It’s incredible.”
He smiled. “Just don’t put them back where you found them.”
“What? Why not?”
He shrugged. “There’s no real system here.”
“But-”
“Just have some fun with me, come on. Don’t make me mess with them all by myself. You started this.” He teased.
“I did not!”
“You puked in Dean’s shoes. And his car.” He grinned.
You groaned, and your forehead hit the pages you had been reading. “He’s going to kill me, isn’t he.”
“Not if you do as I say and mess up the books in here a little.” You looked up at him. “Trust me.”
Gabe had wandered off hours ago, snooping around for other ways to mess with the brothers. When you had gotten tired, Gabe had stuck you in a room he said his brother used, and that no one would mind. When you woke up, he was coming out of Dean’s room with a wink and heading for the showers. Rolling your eyes, you went and grabbed something to eat in the kitchen and then headed back the library. That had been the last you had seen Gabe, and that had been about 3 hours ago.
Taking a bite of the pie, you hear a door, and glanced up. Foot falls made their way down the stairs and there was plenty of grumbling. Frantically, you glanced around for Gabe as you watched the two large men moving past. You hunkered down a bit in the chair hoping to go unnoticed but the taller of the two glanced around, eyes locking with yours. “Dean…”
Before Dean could turn, Gabe seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Nice trip?”
“I’m gonna fucking kill you! My fucking car, Gabriel!”
“Okay, now, many things could be blamed on me, but I didn’t do that.”
“Still your fault.” You mumbled, and Dean turned at the sound.
“I’m sorry, who is that?”
“Friend of mine.”
“Friend of-” Dean licked his lips. “What are we now, a B&B?” He motioned to the plate on the table. “Just come in, eat other peoples food-” He froze when he realized what was on the plate. “My pie!? You barfed on my shit and then ate my pie!?” He moved forward and snatched the plate off the table with a pout.
“I’m sorry about the barf, really.. I- He didn’t warn me about the flying, and as soon as I got here I couldn’t help it and-”
“Who the hell are you?”
“You’re Y/N Y/L/N?” You nodded at Sam in response.
“You normally run around pranking people with this douche? Cuz it’s a sure fire way to get you shot. Hell, I wanna shoot you.” Dean growled and slammed the plate down making you flinch. “You’re paying me back for the boots, the car and the damn pie.”
“Play nice.” Gabe growled.
“Why?” Dean turned and pointed at Gabe. “I’m tired of your shit, Gabriel.”
“Because she’s injured.” Sam glanced over as you stood from the chair and grabbed your crutches. “She needs a place to lay low so she can heal up. I brought her here.”
Taking in the extent of your injures that he could see, Sam took a few steps closer. “What happened, hunt gone bad?”
“She was left for dead.” Gabe said it to Dean, which made him relax a little and glance over too.
“Cadillac.” You answered. “Leaving a hunt. Hit and run. Asshole I was hunting with fucked off while I was in the hospital. Didn’t seem to care if I was dead of alive.”
“A hunter just left you?”
You gave Sam a nod. “Warming a guys bed for to months doesn’t mean shit, apparently.” You glanced down at your cast.
“She was depressed, alone. I brought her here, had a bit of fun, let her relax-”
“Get the fuck out.” Everyone glanced at Dean. “She can stay, but you, I don’t want to see your face again today.” He growled at Gabe before storming out of the library. “And someone better get me some damn pie!”
“I’ll go on a run.” Sam sighed and went to grab the bag he had dropped when he spotted you. “You need anything?” He glanced back at you, figuring he might as well ask. You shook your head, and he gave a nod before leaving.
Sam was sorting through the books of the library, grumbling about how they were all out of place. You bit your lip and glanced at Gabriel who was sitting in an armchair reading, and he gave you a wink. Chuckling softly, you shook your head. As much as you hated to admit it, and as scared as you had been about getting on the notorious Winchester brothers bad side, this had been exactly what you needed. A few pranks, a good friend. Maybe not everything supernatural was bad after all.
“GABRIEL!”
Your head shot up, and when you glanced at Gabe he had a massive grin on his face. “That’s my cue to leave, Sugar.” He winked.
“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!”
“Pray if you need me.” Gabriel vanished from the room, and Dean came storming in, towel around his waist, water dripping down his body, and bright hot pink hair on his head. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing, and Sam was quick to join when he saw.
“Where is he?” Dean growled.
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Gabe has been wanting to propose to his s/o for months but he’s been so scared. On the night he gets back from a mission, he and his partner have a romantic dinner on a cliff at Gibraltar.
“Gabe when are you coming home?” You spoke through the satellite phone mic.
Your voice echoed with the clicking of your shoes on the hard concrete of the Gibraltar bases floors. A cool breeze flowed through the hangar room as you made your way back to the residence section of the watchpoint.
“It’s a surprise, darling.” He rasped through the other satellite phone.
You groaned and slid the door closed in your apartment style room.
“The sky is beautiful tonight though, so how about you go outside on our cliff and look at the stars for me. I wish I could be with you watching them, mi amor.” He nearly whispered through his phone.
“I just got back to our room! I’ll do it though. For you.” You groaned into the phone.
Sometimes your boyfriend, regardless of how menacing and fearsome he was, was a sappy lovebird at heart. You once caught him watching Hallmark movies and crying.
You hung up on Gabe, not before a swift “I love you, be safe, come home in one piece.”
The walk to the cliff was short and sweet- weapons suppliers and even some Overwatch agents walked by. You were on this base for two reasons. Firstly, you had a long term with an agent. This was a newly introduced plan because of the remote location of the Watchpoint. Even if that weren’t the reason, you were still a receptionist of sorts- handling communication between Overwatch, Blackwatch, and other world safety organizations. You had one of the most important and overlooked jobs in Overwatch.
The sky was pretty. You hummed some song that Gabe loved and made your way up the last hill. A soft glow came from the cliff as the billions of stars twinkled above.
You gasped- Gabe was standing by a romantic looking dinner table. Candles were aflame and wine was being chilled in a small bucket. He wore that grey suit that never failed to drive you crazy.
Of course you felt severely underdressed, having changed into jogging pants and a flannel top before going to the cliff.
Your breath caught in your throat as your boyfriend held his arm out and kissed your hand.
The dinner was delicious. Reyes had always been a secretly amazing cook but you never expected this. After a million questions about his mission, when he actually got back, and how he pulled this off, your mind ceased it’s on-going marathon and you stared into Gabe’s eyes.
“Mi amor, you know I love you more than anything. You know I would take a bullet for you. I do many things and feel many things for you. I need you to do something for me.” He seemed so serious. You almost got a little mad at him for making you feel indebted to him.
But after he slid out of the seat onto one knee, you knew any anger in your body was immediately replaced by pure joy.
“Will you do something for me, and make me the happiest man alive?” He smiled through teary eyes.
“Yes, yes, yes! More than a million times yes. Infinity times yes.” You giggled, staring at the beautiful ring.
Gabe chuckled and pulled you in for the most passionate kiss you had ever shared.
You pretended not to hear the clicking of cameras and a light murmur coming from the not-so-hidden group of Overwatch agents. A flash of a brown pixie cut and sharp giggle made you smile even further into the kiss.
I feel like it’s time to let you all know that I have a fic running on AO3. It’s GabeXReader and it’s the angst we need, but don’t deserve. It follows the events of the show, so I’ve been uploading mondays and sometimes I’ll throw in a random chapter during the week.
Summary: Y/N is a hunter and is friends with Dean and Sam. But one day she joins a hunt with them and find something interesting. A man with wings! How is this possible? How can she see them? Soon enough, she finds out she can see other things too. What makes her see these things? What makes her so special?
Characters: Sam, Dean, ugly ass demonz
Pairings: Future Gabriel x reader
Warnings: Swearing, gross stuff, I guess that’s it.
Word Count: 1500~ (listen, I’ll never really know the true amount)
Part One. Part Two. READ THESE FIRST NOOBS!!! :P
A/N: Here’s part three. Which was supposed to be part of part two, but this part is more exciting.Expect Part Four next week. I am a busy lady. Enjoy! ~Hollifer
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It didn't take long to pick a quick diner to eat at. Of course, I took shot gun from Sam. We didn't talk much on the ride. All I could think about is the missed opportunity to catch a glimpse at this man again. I had to admit, it was starting to become a bit obsessive. But I had to know what he was. Who he was. Just anything. It's something that no one else has ever seen. And only I saw it for what it was. Dean, Sam, Bobby... none of them saw it. If I confronted him, maybe I'd learn something about me. What made me see what they couldn't?
“Y/N,” I felt Sam's large hand at my shoulder, “Don't worry to much about it. You're a great hunter. The trickster... well... he's just... tricky.” Sam awkwardly offered.
“Wow!” Dean laughed with coated sarcasm, “I'd be damned if I thought of a better description for the trickster.”
I laughed and offered a small smile to Sam. He was always so sweet. Definitely the more emotional one, but he was the guy to talk to if you needed to get a load off. “Thanks.” I said, cracking the door of the Impala open. Sam and Dean followed my lead.
As always, Dean was the first to bust his ass through the door for some food. Sam and I soon after. But stepping through the doors gave me a sharp shiver and made me stop in my tracks. I glanced around my surroundings looking for what would cause this sudden instinctual reaction. A light smog surrounded a couple of the waiters and waitresses. And then I came face to face with the waiter handling us.
“Table for three?” They said. I gasped loudly at what I saw. Behind the waiter's face... was another face. A face that was there but almost wasn't. A bit transparent. But this face didn't look like an alive person's face. No, it was quite the opposite of a pump, flesh colored person's face. The face was that of a corpse, almost like the body was burned. It's skin was gray. Wrinkles giving it a traditional Chinese dragon looking appearance; just super not cute. Very grotesque. Some of it's gray flesh had been torn away from the side of it's scalp. Messy, frail, thin dark hair was caught into the bloody flesh that was left over from what had been torn off. It looked almost like a zombie, just much more menacing. It held itself as if it was the king of the universe. It smiled and it was reflected onto the human's face; showing it's control over the human's body. The waiter's teeth being clean and white. The face's teeth being jagged, yellow, and ever so slightly pointed at the ends. A slight odor of death came off of it as well. That light smog, which was more like dust, was surrounding this man's body. As it was for the other three waiters. His eyes were pitch black. It was ugly. It was unreal. I wasn't even sure if it was a man or a woman. The rest of it's body was also fairly human-like. But aged like it was sitting in a coffin after being burned for years. I almost gagged but mostly from the scent. And for some reason, I knew and I accepted that this was a demon's true face.
My sudden outburst caused Dean and Sam to turn and look at me with confused faces. I had to get over my shock and disgust and get them out. There was no way we could take four demons right now. I glanced over the other demons who all looked similar but still had different varieties of hair, gray skin colors, scars, and body types. It's too much. I had to get them out. And really had to get myself out to breathe and grasp what I just saw.
“I forgot- I-,” I stammered, grabbing the boy's arms, “Car!” I pulled them out of the diner as fast as I could drag two full grown men who were beating me with questions. “Get in the car!” I hissed at both of them. Which made them shut their mouths and obey. I opened the door and literally just fell into the car seat.
“Y/N, what the fuck is going on?” Dean breathed, seeing the fear in my eyes. I couldn't breathe a second ago. Breathing, I looked between both of them. I tried to find words but I couldn't find a single word. I had barely even a second to think about all this! How is this possible? Was it related to the trickster and his wings? Does that mean I could see any wings if someone had them? Angels? Demons? It's all real now. Angels... I can't deny that the trickster is actually an angel. If faces like demons exist, then the soft, beautiful appearance of the trickster means angels do to. My mind was racing a million miles a second. My anxiety, my fear, my confusion, my realization... all of it just overwhelming me.
“Y/N!” Sam shook my shoulder firmly but still soft, “What's going on? You're freaking us out!”
“The faces...” I managed to get out, trying to work out my thoughts.
“Faces?” Dean and Sam looked at each other with confusion as Dean spoke.
“The waiters. Their faces,” I started to come back to reality. Sam's hand offer comfort as he lightly pat my head. He used to do this after Bobby found me after my parents had been murdered. I was scared and anxious for awhile after what had happened. The fear of not knowing what happened was the most unsettling part for me as a kid. And still is today. Sam always took care of me best he could when it came down to my trauma with my parents. I breathed out slowly, “They're demons.”
“Demons?” Sam seemed more curious now, “How?”
“I saw their true faces,” I frowned looking at both of them. They both started to look worried. “They... look like corpses. Their eyes are black. So disgusting.” I paced myself trying to describe what I saw. Dean and Sam exchanged a glance of amazement. Which in turn made Dean look back at me with a more stern face. He needed more answers and more proof, as usual.
“Yeah, but how do you see the faces? They look like people to me.” Dean, always a skeptic.
“It's like a face faded behind another face. I don't know. It's hard to describe,” I sighed, fidgeting with my hair, “I'm... not sure how I see these things. Trust me, I'm just as confused. I feel traumatized. You just gotta trust me on this.” Dean sat back in his seat and stared out the windshield. Probably also trying to grasp this concept as well.
“You looked pretty traumatized there for a good couple minutes,” Sam offered an arm rub. It was good to know they looked out for me and trusted me. Sam especially with his psychic thing he's been going through. They both don't talk much about it to me. I heard it was demon related possibly. Dean didn't like him using the psychic stuff because of that reason. I wondered if the fact I saw demons made him anxious about my situation too. I'm sure they all had their secrets about this and that and I definitely wasn't ready to drop the angel bomb yet. I can only imagine just telling them that I thought I saw an angel. Dean wouldn't believe it for a second. Sam would be easier to convince but it's still far-fetched. Even I was still coping with that.
“Well,” Dean turned to look at us, “Game plan: wait it out until the civilians are out of the place. Night time, obviously. And we go in there and give 'em an old fashion exorcism. That's all we can do. I got a good amount of holy water in the trunk.”
“Right,” Sam eyed me carefully, wondering if I needed more time to deal with what was going on.
“Good plan,” I said with a smile. I wasn't gonna let this change everything. If anything, it's a good thing. I can be a better help. I can spot the demons now. My usefulness as a hunter went up pretty high.
“We have our secret weapon now,” Dean playfully punched my arm and smiled, “Our very own Y/N demon radar detector.”
This was enough to relax Sam out of his concern. However he still seemed tense. Maybe because Dean wasn't a fan of things that weren't “human” or “natural”. Either way, this was a plus. There was no freaky side-effects. I just saw things for what they were. I was probably always like this. I'm no different now.
As the plan, we waited until nighttime and raided the four members of staff who I pointed out as demons. We exorcised them and thankfully didn't harm the lives of the humans they possessed. I watched the demons faces as they were exorcised. Pain, and fear crossed their features until they just vanished. I had to give demons props though, they sure knew how to shit talk about how tough they are and how they'll come back, all through scared, ugly faces. And with that, we went back to the hotel room. I spent the night and carried on the next day. The boys offered me some supplies to take on my trip. They practically begged me to stay but I told them I had to take care of some things of my own. And that wasn't a lie. I had to find the trickster; the angel. There were a lot of unanswered questions and who better to answer them than an angel.
A/N : This was inspired 1000000% by @sorenmarie87 and her work, so please go check her out if you haven’t already. She’s my muse. This fic is for you, Darling.
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“Come on, Sugar, let me see them.” Gabe followed you across the parking lot.
“See what?” Dean asked confused.
“No.”
“Show me yours and I'll show you mine?” Gabe wiggled his eyebrows.
Dean sat up straight in the pool chair he was lounging in. Why the motel even had them surrounding a pool that looked like it’d been empty for years, he didn't know, but there was a cool breeze that evening that paired nicely with his cold beer, so they were relaxing outside for a change. “What the hell is he talking about.”
“Sounds like he wants to see her breasts..” Sam mused.
“Wouldn't mind seeing them either, but why hound the girl?”
“He wishes to see her wings.” Cas glanced up from where he lay, as if tanning despite still wearing his suit and trench coat.
“What wings?” Dean looked past his brother, to the angel.
“Pleaseeee.” Gabe was on the ground, clinging to your ankle like a child so you couldn't walk away again.
“Alright, Jesus Christ!” He scrambled up as you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off, right there in the parking lot. Dean and Sam's eyes went wide when they saw you weren't wearing a bra under your shirt. “Happy?” you asked, turning your back to him to reveal tattooed wings on your back.
“I am.” Dean muttered, with a full view of your front. Sam nodded quietly.
“You know that's not what I'm talking about, Cupcake.” Gabe said quietly.
You growled at him and stormed past the boys, going for your motel room. Their eyes following you, Dean taking in the wings. “Did you know she had that?”
“Never seen her with anything less than a t-shirt before.” Sam answered quietly, in awe of the dragon like wings tattooed to your back. The door slammed shut, and a moment later, Gabe was opening it and walking through it as well. “Just show me.” he whined, door closing behind him.
Dean looked to Sam and then Cas. Sam shrugged, but Cas was laying back again with his eyes closed.
You sighed. “Please, Gabriel.. They don't know.” You turned and gave him a sad look. “And mine.. they aren't as beautiful as angel wings.”
“Show me.” he urged softly. “It's just us in here.”
“Sometimes I hate you.”
“You love me.” he smiled, watching as you sat in the middle of the bed, your back to him and the door and window behind him.
“Nope, I need to know.” Dean jumped up and hurried over towards the window. Finding a crack in the curtains he watched as you sat on the bed.
“You're such a perv.” Sam muttered to his brother as he looked in over his brothers head.
“You're one to talk..” Dean mumbled, and they watched.
With a sigh, you closed your eyes and concentrated.
The color and shading of your tattoo took on a more lifelike tone and a slight shimmer from the light. And slowly, it began to lift off your back, the two large tattooed wings began to unfurl and grow larger as your wings spread out behind you.
“Stunning.” Gabriel breathed out as he reached out.
“Don't.” you turned your head. “You know how intimate that is..”
“Oh I do, darling..” he moved around, ducking under a wing to view them from the front. “They're beautiful.. you're beautiful. Can I see your full form?”
“Don't push it.” you warned him.
He laughed, and as it rang in your ears, his own wings spread out, golden and almost as large as yours. “Promise is a promise.” you sighed and looked down. “What's wrong?”
“I wish mine were as beautiful as yours. Mine are.. scary.. dark..” You were cut off by a shiver that rolled through your whole body starting from your right wing. When you looked up, Gabriel was running his fingers over it.
“Brilliant with so much color in the light.” he pointed out, in awe of them, his fingers moving over scales towards your shoulder. “Blues, greens, purples.. all I've got is gold.” You blushed, your body warming and shivering again as he continued to run his fingers over your wings.
“Son of a bitch.” Dean's eyes were wide. “Shes’s-”
“A 148 year old dragon.” Cas answered from behind the brothers and they both turned. “Still a very young, by their life spans. Gabe has been infatuated with her for some time, really.”
“That's why he started showing up more the last few months.. she's been with us.” Cas nodded to Sam.
“How- why-” Dean couldn't get his thoughts straight. “But she-”
“Not everything is black and white, you taught me that.” Cas pointed out. “Not everything supernatural is a monster. I'm not. She's not.” he glanced to the window behind them. “She's killed her own kind for you.” Cas reminded him of how they had met you, when you saved Sam's life and instantly won over Dean.
Dean groaned. “What do we do?”
“Nothing.” Sam answered, earning a look from his brother. “Look, she's our friend, right? You called her family yourself, Dean.” Dean rolled his eyes. “She's obviously scared to tell us, we're hunters. So, we act like we don't know. Wait for her to be ready to tell us.”
Dean glanced back inside and sighed. “Yeah, whatever.”
It was going to be hard for Dean to pretend he didn't know. He could lie better than most, he had a lifetime of practice, but certain things he had trouble hiding, especially from those closest to him. And you were pretty damn close.
Dean had decided to start simple. Bring you breakfast. If he could handle breakfast, he could handle the rest of the day. And if not, well, at least they'd be in a public place, so fallout was limited.
Knocking on your door, there was no answer. Trying the knob, he found it unlocked. He glanced over at Sam and Cas who were coming out of the next room, Sam pulling on his jacket, then Dean pushed the door open.
“Sweetheart, we're going for breakfast, are you-” the words fell silent on his lips as he took in the sight before him
Gabriel had done something to the room, it was much larger inside than it should have been. It was about the size of five rooms, easily, and three stories high, with a night sky for a ceiling. The furniture was gone, just a pile of pillows and blankets almost like a nest covered the floor. Dean couldn't step inside if he wanted to. And smack in the center, was a sleeping dragon wrapped around the angel. The massive iridescent wings wrapped protectively around his sleeping form as he cuddled up to a tail.
“Guys… I can pretend I didn't know yesterday, but I can't unsee this…”
Sam glanced in, and your eyes shot open and your head came up. “Oh..” Sam breathed out.
In a panic, you changed back to your human form, naked and small in the massive room. Before anyone could do or say anything, Gabes wings wrapped around you. “It took me all night to get that comfortable.” he grumbled and you huddled in his wings trying to hide. “What do you two knuckleheads want?”
“We-” Dean licked his lips. “We wanted to know if you guys were joining us for breakfast..” You peeked out from Gabe’s wings, and he didn’t miss how scared you looked. “We’ll be waiting by the car while you get dressed.” He gave you a soft smile and shoved Sam out of the doorway so he could leave and close it behind him.
“Do you think they hate me?” You looked up at Gabe.
“No, my little sweet potato.” He shook his head. “I think, maybe, they might be a little hurt you didn’t tell them. But they love you.” He gave you a smile and you nodded. “Hey, you never answered me last night. What’s your favorite treasure?” You gave him an innocent smile, and he shivered feeling your fingers brush over his wings. “Ouch!” He yelped pulling back and you stood there rolling a single feather between your fingers.
“Angel feathers.” You smiled softly. “They’re rare, and I always wanted wings that beautiful… I think yours are my favorite.”
“Mine are my favorite too..” He muttered, shooting you a glare while he fussed over the wing. But he couldn’t help but smile at how you looked at that one feather of his, like it was the most precious thing in the world. “Alight, get dressed before dumb and dumber come back in.” He snapped his fingers and the room was how it should be, including your clothes on the floor.
“Gabe?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you. For making me open up, and for another feather.”
“Yeah yeah, just don’t yank it out next time.” He teased. “Or I’m taking a scale for my collection.”
“You don’t have one.” You chuckled.
“I’ll start one.” He threatened and pointed at you.
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Pairing : Winchesters, Reader. Cas, Mentions of others, and Daddy comes home.
Word count : 1,425
A/N : NOTE THIS IS AN UNFINISHED SERIES! I’m not sure when or if it will be finished. I wrote this a long ass time ago.
Part 2 in Your fathers daughter.
Sighing you dropped into a chair in the war room. Sam came in behind you "You alright?"
You shook your head. "I'm tired of this Sam." You looked up at him. "I'm glad it's over. I was brought here to help, I barely did that. But she's gone. So is Chuck, and I'm still here. Why? I want to go home, Sam. I miss my kid. I miss my spouse. I just want to go home."
Dean sighed from the doorway. It was over, in a sense. The Darkness had been dealt with, though not how it had been planned. You had kept up a strong front the whole time. Playing your part like a good little soldier, even though you were far from it. You were a mom for Christ sake, yet here you were, still playing soldier to help them after months. He watched as you sighed one last time before getting up and heading to your room.
"I'm worried about her." Sam said softly, after hearing the sound of your door echo towards them.
"Me too Sammy. Me too."
You sat on the edge of your bed. It had been months. You felt bad, the boys were dealing with their mother coming back from the dead and leaving again. Sam seemed alright, but you could see right through Dean. He was keeping a brave face for you, and you were putting one on for him. It was a vicious cycle, both of you exhausted by the end of the day.
If Amara could bring Mary back for Dean, why couldn't Chuck send you back? Or at least bring your family to you. You were starting to resent him. When you let it be known, it had started an argument of sorts with Cas.
"We still need you, I do not think you were ever meant to leave here, this is your home."
"That is my home Cas!"
He shook his head. "This is. This is where you were born, where you belong. And we still need you. We need your help with Lucifer.. Maybe-"
"Then he could have brought them to me." you ground out before storming off.
You felt bad for getting mad at him. He was right, it turned out you inherited much from your father, not just his wings. They did need you. It was the only reason you were still at the bunker.
Months of research seemed to get you no closer to home. Sam had told you about how Balthazar had got them to an alternate universe, but he didn't know if it had been yours, or if yours was the only other one. There were no guarantees, but they were willing to send you through if you wanted. No matter how much they needed your help, they would do that for you.
Dean had told you about how his grandfather had jumped through time. Maybe the men of letters had something buried they hadn't come across yet. You poured through every spell you could get your hands on in the bunker, and more you found researching elsewhere. Nothing you found could guarantee where you ended up. And without a sure thing, you wouldn't leave knowing they needed you. You didn't want to spend your life hopping from place to place, searching, knowing you could end up back here and find them dead.
Sighing, you laid on our side, curling up your legs. You just needed some rest.
You woke up, realizing you were moving. "Wha-"
"Time to eat." Came Sam's deep voice from above you.
You looked up, realizing he was carrying you up the hall in his arms. "You could have just woken me up, you know." You chuckled.
You felt his chest rumble with his own chuckle. "I figured the smell would wake you up just fine."
You furrowed your brows, but as you got closer to the kitchen, you could smell it. Dean was cooking. Not only was Dean cooking, but he was making your favourite. Your mouth started to water, and Sam laughed as he headed in. Dean turned, a soft smile on his face. "Good nap, sweetheart?"
You nodded and Sam finally put you down. "Thanks guys."
"Anything for our girl." Dean smiled and motioned for you to sit. All this was as much for Dean as it was for you, even though he wouldn't admit it. You gave him a soft smile as you sat down.
After a meal of epic proportions, Dean went all out, Sam insisted on a movie, beers and junk food. Anything to keep you from shutting yourself in your room for a bit. Anything to see you smile for a minute longer. It worked, it always did.
Sam smiled at his brother over your head as you all sat around laughing at the movie on the screen. They didn't just need your help with Lucifer, they needed you, period. You helped hold them together when Dean started to crack after Mary walked out the door. Dean was so focused on you when you were around, he forgot about his own pain. He was glad you hadn't chosen to go through with the spell without any guarantees. He didn't think Dean could stand to lose you too. Hell, he didn't think he could either if he was honest. Gabriel's daughter or not, they loved you like family.
When the movie was over, you kissed them both on the cheek saying good night, and thanking them again for tonight. You stopped in the kitchen for a bottle of water before heading to your room. You heard Dean make his way past first, and figured Sam was cleaning up.
As you got into your room, you left your door open, and put the water bottle down on the night stand before getting on your knees on the side of the bed. Letting out a sigh, you closed your eyes.
"Please, Chuck. I pray every night hoping you can hear me. I just want my family. If you won't send me back, bring them to me." Tears ran down your cheek, as they did every night. "Even you couldn't live without family, Chuck. Please don't do this to me. I just want my family.. Please." You started to sob as your face went into the soft blanket on your bed and your shoulders shook.
Sam's heart broke as he stood in your door way. He sighed and headed for Dean's room. "Praying again?" Dean asked when he heard Sam.
"She's breaking, Dean. She's getting worse." He looked at his brother, sadness written all over his face. "I'm looking everywhere. Every night, anything that could get her back to them."
"I swear, when I see him," Dean ground out. "I'll kick his ass. I'll beat the shit out of him. I don't care how much we need her here. Who the fuck does that douche bag think he is just walking away from her like that."
"God, Dean." Sam sighed. "I don't know what to do here." He licked his lips. "We're doing everything to hold her together. What more can we do? You call on Cas, he comes running. She begs and prays for Chuck, and nothing. Cas have any idea where he is?"
Dean shook his head. "No. But he's also busy hunting Lucifer.." Dean shrugged.
"I just want my family." You sobbed again, hoping beyond hope that he'd finally hear you. Finally grant you your one wish in the world. Little did you know, he had. And he did, though not how you expected.
"Hey Sugar. Wow, you've grown up."
You gave a start, pushing away from the bed and to your feet. You stared at the man suddenly in you room. His golden eyes watching you with some much love. "DEAN!" You screamed. "SAMMY!"
You heard their feet come running up the hall, and the man chuckled softly. "You really got close to Bevis and Butthead didn't you." He smiled.
"Gabe!?" Came Sam's shocked voice as the came in the door, guns drawn.
You looked from them, to the man who had appeared. "In the flesh." He smiled. "Dad heard her crying out for family. He's not sure where she was plucked from exactly, we hid her pretty well, and to be honest, I don't even remember which universe it was. Balty might though." He turned back to you.
"You're.." Your voice trailed off as his wings came into view.
"Daddy's home, sweet cheeks." He grinned. "Now let me see those wings."
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Tagging : Your fathers daughter - @18crazybutcutealsopsycho
Request: @snow-leopardfetishist asked:Can I request a gabrielxreader smut fic? Gabriel has a lot on his mind but you know just how to cheer him up. Lots of teasing and maybe surprise him with some sort of candy lingerie? Something fun that gets him to smile and be all flirty? ♡♡
A/N : This was a request that had been filled on the old blog and is being moved over.
You heard the flutter of wings coming from the living room. You smiled softly to yourself. “Gabe…” you called out in a seductive tone. “Can you come here, sweetie?”
You met Gabe a few years back. You had accidentally sent out a breathy prayer after an unsatisfying romp, and Gabe had answered. You had returned to your bedroom to find him standing there at the foot of your bed. He flashed that smile and said “Did someone send for gods gift to women?” before pulling you into the most passionate kiss you had ever had. Now when he was away, you’d pray and pray often in that same breathy and seductive tone, and he’d come running.
You heard a sigh. “Not right now Cupcake.. not really in the mood.” You pouted from your bed, but you had expected as much. He had been worried and stressed ever since the Winchesters started the apocalypse. That’s why, today, you had pulled out the big guns.
“What’s wrong, Gabe?” you asked as you got out of the bed and headed towards him. Your heels softly clicking against the hard wood floors.
“I can’t stay out of it. Not for much longer. I’m going to need to deal with my brother. I’ll probably die, Pumpkin.. But I want to stay here with you, forever.”
“You can’t hide forever, Gabriel.” you voice was soft as you came to the living room. “But, you can live before you die.”
He turned to you and he let out a soft groan. “Oh, you little minx.” he grinned. You smiled, standing there in candy panties and bra, and the highest heels you owned. “How dare you combine candy and sex to pull me out of my misery.”
“Oh, that’s not all, Gabriel.” You bit your lip as you walked around the couch and stopped in front of him, just out of reach. “I baked you a chocolate cake this morning.” His eyebrows shot up. “Lots of icing and sprinkles, just how you like it. And…”
“And?” he grinned licking his lips.
“I also grabbed lots of whipped cream and cherries.” his hand reached out for you, but you stayed out of his reach making him groan and adjust himself. “After you eat these off of me, you get to eat everything else off of me.” you smiled.
“Even the cake?” You nodded. He reached out for you again, “Stop teasing me, and get over here.” When he reached out a third time, he leaned forward, his finger tips brushing your hips. “Don’t make me use my grace.” he warned. Your smile grew. “Oh you dirty, dirty little girl.”
You felt a sting on your ass, as if you had been slapped hard. Then you felt a light push, making you step closer to Gabe. He smirked at you, his arms spread on the back of the couch as he made you come closer to him, until you stood at his feet. His whiskey colored eyes stared into yours as he slowly moved, his hands coming to your waist as he leaned forward. His lips brushed your skin as he bit down on a piece of candy on the panty waist band. His eyes met yours again as he pulled you to straddle his lap.
“You look real excited Sweetcheeks.” he leaned down and licked at the candy over your left breast. “How excited are you…?” he mused to himself, a hand leaving your waist. His finger slipped past the candy panties to rub your folds. He let out a soft groan against your chest. “You’re soaked, Sugar.” he gave your clit a flick before pulling out his finger and putting it in his mouth. “And sweet as always. I can’t wait to find out that how candy will taste coated in your juices.”
His mouth moved to the candy over your right breast, and he bit down on a candy and you felt his teeth graze your areola. “One row down, Gabe. Maybe two candies to the left.”
He grinned and bit down where you told him. He took a couple candies this time, and smiled when his teeth grazed nipple. As he pulled away, he saw it poking out. “Perfect.” He swallowed the candy in his mouth and turned to do the same to the left side.
Once both nipples were free, he smiled, pleased with his work before leaning his head forward again to flick the nipple with his tongue. When he moved to the other, you whimpered and rolled your hips against him.
Grinding down on his jean clad erection, just made the candy rub against your aching clit, which made it worse. You whimpered and moaned, and he grabbed your hips tight, holding you in place. “No, Sugar. No release for you until all this candy is eaten.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding.” you groaned.
“Nope.” he leaned down and bit off another piece of candy. “You wanted to tease me, now I’m teasing you. No friction.”
“Fuck, Gabriel… come on…” You tried to roll your hips, bounce, anything. But he held you down, and slapped your ass. You whimpered and he went back to work, going from breast to breast eating bites of candy.
After a couple of bites, he told you to get up and turn around. You stood between his legs, and he slowly ate the candy off the back of the panties. When he caught you rubbing your thighs together, he slapped your ass, and moved your thighs apart. “Don’t make me hold them apart.” he growled. “No friction. You’ve been warned.”
You whimpered, a hand going to his forearm and digging your nails in. His grip on your thigh tightened. “Please, Gabe…”
“Not even close to done yet, sugar.” He bit into your ass making you yelp.
Once he was done, he grabbed your hips and made you sit on his lap again, your back to him, “Knees over mine, Sweetcheeks.” You hooked your legs over his, so your thighs would be held apart. He smiled as his lips touched your back and started eating the back straps to the candy bra.
“Come on, Gabe.” you moaned. “I know for a fact you can eat candy faster then that.”
“Oh, I can.” he chuckled taking another bite. “But I won’t. I’m enjoying this. ”
When he saw a hand move to your thigh, he grabbed both of your hands in his, lacing his fingers with yours. You moaned and squeezed his hands as he continued to bite off pieces of candy from your shoulders. “Almost done the back here Sweetheart.” he groaned. You bit your lip as you tried waiting patiently for him to finish. "Get up.“
You smiled and unhooked your legs, and stood in front of him. He pulled you in for a kiss, and all you could taste was pure sugar. You chuckled. "I’m going to go into sugar shock just kissing you one of these days, Gabe.”
He grinned up at you, before pushing you a step back away from him. You looked confused, until he slid down off the couch to his knees. He licked the candy panties, making the little candies roll and you whimpered. “Oh no.. that’s torture Gabe… please don’t do that.” His grin widened and he did it again. You tried to push your hips closer, but his hands held you in place. You felt a sting on your nipple. “Okay, I’m sorry!” you whined.
His tongue slipped between two rows of candy and found your clit. He gave it a few licks before pulling away and licking his lips. You hoped he’d do it again, but instead he started eating around the front band.
“Seriously?” you whined.
He grinned up at you. “Desert plates don’t complain.” You groaned and rolled your eyes as he kept eating, his hot breath fanning over your skin. Once the waist band was done, he started working his way down, row by row. One hand was resting on his shoulder, the other on his head, your fingers running through his hair. The closer he got to where you wanted him, the tighter you’d grip.
“Hot damn, sweet cheeks, they should coat candy in you.” he moaned as he finally got to candy soaked in your juices. Feeling his breath, tongue and teeth on your folds made your thighs quake.
“Please, Gabriel… I can’t take much more.” he was taking his sweet ass time, savoring these candies, and you still had the front of your bra to go. He smiled as his tongue moved around a piece of candy just to the left of your clit. “You’re going to make me cum just from anticipation, Gabe.”
He moaned, his top lip against your skin, his bottom on candy, and tongue ready to dart out for the next piece of candy. “Cum, sugar. Cum all over that candy for me.” When you felt his tongue hit your clit, you gripped his hair and held him there as you shook against him. He bit the piece of candy, his teeth nipping at your hood, and you felt a jolt as you cried out.
He ate the rest of the candy much quicker after that, and smiled pulling off the now bare elastics. “Gabe..” you whimpered as you stepped out and he tossed it aside. “You know you want to eat candy while you fuck me…” You tried to hide how bad you wanted to beg him.
He groaned. “I do want that…”
“So… Let me ride you, while you eat the rest.” you grinned.
He stared up at you, and you thought he would say no, and torture you some more. He got up and sat back on the couch again, his hands working to undo his belt and pants. His eyes never left yours as he lift his hips, and slid them and his boxers down his thighs. His kicked off his shoes, and you smiled and bent over to grab his pants, pulling them off the rest of the way, and tossing them aside.
He wiggled his eyebrows, and his finger at you, telling you to come. You sighed with relief as you straddled his lap and sank down on him. He grabbed a candy bra strap, and started eating those as you rolled your hips on him. His other arm wrapped around your waist holding you close. He groaned softly “Sex and candy. Best idea ever, sugar.”
“Mm hmm..” you moaned softly, one of your hands resting on the back of his neck. When he moved to the other strap, you quickened your pace.
“You in a rush, Pumpkin?” He chuckled biting off more candy.
“I’m desperate, Gabe. You’ve been going at a torturous pace.”
“Just remember, no release until it’s all eaten.”
You stopped and stared down at him as he moved over the top of your breast. “But- I mean.. Y-you just..”
“I let you cum, so my candy would be tastier.” He told you, way too calmly. “You’re not cumming on this candy, are you? Keep riding sweet cheeks. I’ll be done soon enough.” His mouth opened, taking all the candy around your right nipple into his mouth. He pulled away, hooking his teeth into the candy, but letting your nipple fall out before he bit down and chewed the candy.
You groaned and his hips started to move under you. “Please hurry, Gabe.” you moaned. Your hips rising and falling to meet his. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
His mouth moved over your breasts. His tongue coming out to lick your skin, right before he’d bite down into the candy. You’d whimper and moan, but he refused to eat faster. It was agonizing.
You started to ride harder when he finished one side and moved to the other. “That’s it, Sugar.” he moaned chewing on a mouth full of candy. “Almost there, Sweetheart.” You felt his grace hit your clit as his fingers dug into your waist. “Almost done.”
His hands moved up, puling the almost empty candy bra up and over your head. He put it in his mouth, chewing until all the candy was broke and pulled out the elastic tossing it aside. “Please, Gabe.” you begged.
“Cum for me.” He whispered, pulling you in for a kiss. All you could taste was candy and a faint trace of you. You whimpered giving it everything you had left and cried out against his lips when you felt him start to tense with you. His arms held you close against him as you clenched and shook, wave and wave of ecstasy washing over you. His fingers digging into your back and hips as you felt him swell and coat your walls.
You broke the kiss, panting. His eyes sparkled as they met yours. “What do you want next sweetheart… whipped cream bikini, or chocolate cake wrestling.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
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