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OH I wasn't gonna request anything 'cause I'd already requested a one word prompt from you, but what about a HC of Gabriel not wanting to come to terms that he's falling for you?
Hey you can ALWAYS request more from me! :) I only have like…. 5 requests on my list right now (excluding the one word prompts lmao). But YEAH LEMME DO THIS!! edit: so I uh.. misread the headcanon at first and I had to redo it so W H O O P s.
He’s going to keep telling himself that it’s not possible. You’re merely just a human like Sam or Dean. So he’ll tell himself that there’s nothing special about you (but he knows he’s only lying to himself).
Gabriel is going to TRY to avoid you like the plague, but he’ll feel drawn to you. Which means “WHOOPS how did I end up in your bedroom”?
He’ll try to ignore your laughs and your smiles. He’ll try to ignore the way you look when you wear your clothes. He’ll keep telling himself NOPE. TOTALLY NOT ADORABLE AT ALL.
Gabriel will secretly scold himself for always hanging out with you because it’s not helping his case, but he can’t stay away from you either.
He makes sure that when he’s around you that he still looks his best. Even though he “totally doesn’t care at all”.
Gabriel dies a little inside when you hug him and hang all over him. HE KNOWS HE LOVES IT, BUT HOW COULD THIS EVER WORK??
He tries to find things to hate about you, but for the life of him, he just CAN’T. There’s nothing about you that he doesn’t love and adore.
One day, he won’t be able to take his feelings for you and he’ll come to terms with them.
Request: Hi so I was wondering if you could do an imagine or something that's a Gabriel x reader at a summer camp? All the main characters could be there and they're all teenagers. Gabriel and cas could still be angels too. Sorry if this was hard to understand haha - Anonymous
Author’s Note: So whoever sent this in, also sent in a message saying that this was (I think) based off a movie called Ernest Goes To Camp. I have never seen that movie, so I’m going to be basing most of this from a book I read a few months ago called The Little Friend by Donna Tartt. In the book, the main character goes to a summer church camp for a little bit and she hates it! So that’s where a lot of the inspiration is coming from. Title is me ripping off Ernest Goes To Camp. I hope you all like it! Also, this will probably have a part 2! – Haley xx
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I stood at the front gate of the camp, watching the dust fall down from the dirt road. After dad had dropped us three off at camp, he spun away back to his normal life of drinking. My little brother Sam was standing behind me and my twin brother Dean had a hard grip on my shoulder. It wasn’t the first time our dad had dropped us all off with some person for a few weeks, but taking us all to a summer camp was a new low for him.
“This is bullshit,” Dean muttered.
“Ah, you three must be the Winchesters,” a voice said behind us. Dean let go of my shoulder and we all turned around. It was a man, way shorter than Dean, with dark curly hair. “I’m Chuck Shurley, the camp owner. If you all follow me, we will get you settled in.”
Chuck turned around and started walking down the dirt path to the camp. Dean sighed loudly, “alright, let’s go.”
We begrudgingly picked up our bags and followed Chuck. “I don’t want to be here,” Sam muttered.
“None of us do, Sammy,” I offered, “but we have no choice.”
“We’re going to have to sneak out,” Dean said in a hushed tone. “There’s no way in hell dad left us here for the entire summer.”
“And go where?” I asked. “Where in the middle of nowhere.”
“Bobby’s?” Sam suggested.
I shrugged. “Maybe, but a bunch of kids traveling by themselves is going to raise suspicion. Plus, Dad and Bobby hate each other.”
Chuck stopped walking and turned around to us. The sign above his head said, Camp Eden. “Welcome to Camp Eden, kids! Now, the girl cabins are on the left, Anna will help you sort everything out. And I’ll take the boys to the right where all the boy cabins are at.”
“You must be Y/N,” a redhead girl said to me as I walked up to the cabins.
“Yeah, are you Anna?”
She nodded her head. “Sure am. Since you and your brothers arrived late, you’ll be bunking with me a few other girls. I hope that’s alright.”
I nodded my head back. True John Winchester fashion to drop his kids off at a summer camp late.
“Did my dad tell you much about the camp?” Anna asked.
“Chuck’s your dad?” I asked her back.
Anna laughed. “I guess he didn’t say that much. He’s not in a good mood since my brother Gabriel convinced my other brother Castiel to go for a midnight swim a few days ago.” Anna led me to a cabin with a forest green door and pushed it opened. “This is our cabin, Y/N. The other girls who also bunk in here are Jo, Meg, and Jess. We’re the only teens this year so dad stuck us all in a cabin.”
“Sounds fun,” I said.
Anna led me to a bunk in the back and I dropped my bag onto of it. “We also have uniforms.” I groaned out loud causing her to laugh. “They aren’t that bad. Just the camp logo on a plain white shirt and a pair of khaki shorts.”
She went over to the first bunk and grabbed some clothes off of it. “Here, I’ll let you change. Whenever you’re done, just meet me by the mess hall. That’s the building Dad would have led you all too.”
The mess hall was more a mess than an actual hall. I found Dean and Sam standing in the front with Chuck and two other boys. They looked around mine and Dean’s age. One was just as tall as Dean with black hair and the other one was about as tall as Chuck, with light brown hair that curled at the ends. I know noticed everyone had been wearing the camp uniform, even Chuck.
“I have to get back to my duties,” Anna said, “I’m over the girls’ crafts and I need to go make sure someone isn’t gluing macaroni to someone else’s hair.”
“How old are these kids you’re watching?” I asked her.
“Teens,” Anna answered, before rolling her eyes. “Dad! Here’s Y/N, I’m going to back check on the crafts!” She called. Anna pushed me forward before making her exit.
I made my way up to them and tried not to bust at gut at the sight of Dean in khaki shorts. The hall had mostly white folding tables and chairs all around the room, except for a long wooden table at the front, where everyone had been standing near. “The registration forms your dad filled out for each of you doesn’t have that much information,” Chuck said to me. “But that’s no problem. Busy parents always seem to forget a line or two on the form.”
“Sorry about that,” Sam said.
“Yeah,” I offered. “Dad’s normally not like that.”
“That’s fine,” Chuck said, taking a clipboard from the shorter boy next to him. “I just need your ages and home address.”
We all froze in fear. Ever since mom died when Dean and I were four, we haven’t had a proper home. The only address I know by heart is a pizza parlour in downtown New York because I would walk there to get food for Sammy. “Y/N and I are twins, we’re both seventeen,” Dean said. “Sam’s thirteen.”
“And um…” I trailed off.
“Our home address is 2194 Singer Salvage Road, Sioux Falls, South Dakota,” Sam lied.
I felt the two other boys’ eyes on us, but Chuck kept writing down on his little clipboard. “Alright, that’s all I needed. Since you all are new and lunch will be starting up in less than thirty minutes, you three can stay in here with Cas and Gabe. I’m going to head back to my office and get this all filed in.”
Chuck turned on his heel and headed over to a side door. He opened it up and went through, before sticking his head back inside the room. “Cas, Gabe, get lunch together. And don’t mess it up.”
One boy nodded his head and the other sighed. When Chuck finally left, the shorter boy flopped down in a fold up chair and propped his feet up on the table. “You heard Dad, Cassie,” he said. “Get lunch together.”
“Gabriel, it’s all your fault. You need to help,” Cas said.
These were Anna’s brothers that had gotten in trouble a few days ago. Gabe shook his head. “Listen, I’m the oldest, I’m going to stay here and talk to the newbies.”
Cas, the taller one, narrowed his blue eyes at his brother. “You’re just making it worse.”
Gabriel threw his head back and sighed loudly before jumping up. “Fine, I’ll help. You all can just wait in here for when lunch starts up,” he said to us. There was a large archway that led to a kitchen that Gabe and Cas walked into.
I grabbed Dean and Sam by the arm and pulled them over to a table in the back. “Why did you say Bobby’s address?” I asked Sam.
He shrugged. “It was the first thing that came to my mind. Was it bad?”
“No, Sam,” Dean said, “that means whenever we bust out, going to Bobby’s won’t look skeptical. And we need to get out soon because I don’t look good in khaki shorts.”
I snorted. “None of these guys do. It’s awful.”
“Dean and I saw a lake when Chuck was taking us to our cabins,” Sam whispered. “I could see the other side of it, and I don’t think there is a fence.”
“Even if there was, we could jump it,” Dean said.
“I think trying to get out our first night would be risky,” I commented. “I’m sharing a cabin with his daughter.”
“I’m sharing on with those two morons,” Dean said, jutting his thumb over his shoulder.
“What about Sam?” I asked.
“He didn’t know how old I was,” Sam said, “so I’ll probably be put with a bunch of tweens.”
“Ew,” I wrinkled my nose.
“I’ll smooth talk those two tonight and see what info I can get on around the area,” Dean said.
“I’ll do the same to Anna,” I said.
We heard a scraping noise and looked at the front of the room. It was Gabriel pushing a box with his foot to the long table. I watched him pick it up, open it, and unload small bags of chips and drinks. “Cas, hurry up! Lunch starts in fifteen minutes!” Gabe called.
Gabe looked over at us and he caught my attention. I could feel the heat rise up in my body. “I’m going to go talk to him,” I said, pushing myself off the chair.
“What?” Sam asked.
“Why?” Dean asked.
“I’m bored,” I told them. “Plus, I’ve heard you two bicker the entire car ride here. I need someone new to talk to, at least before we skip out,” I lowered my voice at the end. I weaved myself between the chairs and tables before coming face to face with Gabriel.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hey,” Gabe said, tossing the box to the corner. “Do you need anything?”
“Me? Oh no, I’m just bored of my brothers. Thought I could make a friend.”
Gabe gave me a fake smile, “Well that’s one thing this place is good for,” before rolling his eyes. “Sorry… I’m just over being here.”
“You hate being here that much?” I asked.
“My dad’s been doing this camp crap for years, and me, Anna, and Cas have been dragged here every. Single. Year. I’m nineteen, I don’t want to be forced here any longer.” There was a thud from the kitchen. Gabe looked over his shoulder before turning back to me. “But honestly, talking to you has made today better.”
Author’s Note: Whenever I posted about the next “dating x would include”, everyone seemed to want Gabriel! I hope you all like it. This is so far the four one of these, we have Sam, Dean and Castiel. - Haley xx
Him telling you stories of Heaven and what it used to be like
Hiding you from his brothers and sisters for as long as he can
Gabriel loves his siblings, but human an angel relationships aren’t very welcoming
Still calling him Loki from time to time
Spontaneous trips around the world in a blink of an eye
Being proud of him when he stood up to Lucifer
Going along with his plan to remain dead for a while
Calling him Gabe to make him mad
Meeting because you are a prophet
Gabriel letting you see his wings
Which are stacked with many layers and bigger than anything you’ve ever seen
And golden
And that makes him warm because his wings give off a lot of heat
Cas becoming friends with you
You annoying the Winchesters because you don’t want them to hurt Gabe
Tons of food play during sex
Being in the Casa Erotica dvd that Dean found
Gabriel giving you ridiculous food pun nicknames, like honeybun
Cas reminding you all the time that Gabriel isn’t cute and an archangel that could kill you
But still being one hundred percent in love with him
Headcanon for what it’s like to bake with Gabriel:
You’ll be getting the ingredients out of the cupboards, and Gabriel will just show up.
He’ll ask you what you’re making, even though he knows.
The excitement in his voice will be obvious, but so adorable.
He won’t help make the cake at all.
He’ll distract you with something else so he can get a taste of the batter.
Once you’re done making the batter, and you put it in cake pans, he’ll offer to lick the bowl. Even if you say no, he’ll take the bowl anyway.
He will lick the bowl CLEAN. Chances are he’ll get batter on his nose in the process.
As you make the icing, the process will go the same. Distractions, sneaking tastes of icing, licking the bowl clean.
He’ll be impatient until it’s done.
When the cake is iced and ready to eat, Gabriel will take half the cake, if not ALL the cake.
In the end, he’ll pepper you with kisses because he knew the cake was for him all along.
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Not only is he unafraid to trade in his beer for one of your more preferred fruity drinks, but he is also the absolute best teammate when you decide to play a few drinking games.
I suppose being able to handle large amounts of liquor has its advantages.
With his honey colored eyes, Gabriel watches over you, making sure that you stay at least an arm’s length away from any trouble. He keeps any unwanted or unwarranted attention to a minimum, knowing that you don’t personally enjoy to be fussed over; however, the golden archangel is quick to help you draw lines in the sand when you call him in for backup.
He follows his instincts, not wanting to grant any man, women, or divine being the chance to take advantage of your kind and trusting spirit.
Though, you had to admit, the idea of him ‘taking advantage’ of you was incredibly appealing, if not downright sexy.
“C’mon, Gabriel.” you would slur, giggling obnoxiously when you had tripped over a slight crack in the sidewalk. “Do you think I’m an idiot?” Catching you before you fell onto the hard ground, the ‘Angel of Christmas’ supported your weight, making sure that you had completely regained your balance. “I know that you’ve had plenty of hollow hookups.”
“I appreciate your unholy intentions, sugar.” Gabriel would cheekily reply, placing a steadying hand on the small of your back. “And yes, I’ve had many frivolously blind hookups.” Sweeping a lock of his golden-brown hair behind his ear, he would flash you a conflicted smile, an unknown emotion swirling deep within his beautiful eyes. “But when it comes to you, nothing is ever random.”
Nope. Gabriel was a lover, not a fighter, choosing to remain low-key in an attempt to avoid being dragged into the eye of his familial hurricane.
A feat easier said than done.
However, though you weren’t usually a witness to the golden-eyed archangel’s darker colors, you knew that he had the capability to lose his temper, no matter how hard he fought to conceal it.
Hey... even if he is an angel, he is also a man, and a jealous one at that.
“Gabe, stop.” you seethed through tightly clenched teeth. Pinching at the archangel’s bicep, you watched cautiously as he glowered in the direction of the man who had made every effort to blatantly flirt with you. “Don’t do something stupid.”
Until those past few moments, everything had been going well that evening, and you were glad that Gabriel had made an escape from his ‘angelic’ duties in order to help you study for your upcoming exams. However, you hadn’t planned on running into the one classmate who had been trying to get your attention for months; and the angel of Christmas obviously wasn’t believing that he had appeared by some random coincidence.
“Something stupid?” the angel laughed sarcastically, his whisky colored eyes seeming to bubble with rage when your classmate took a slight step in your direction. “I’m not the one playing ‘Captain Cassanova’ in a library, [Y/N].” Pulling at the burgundy sleeve of Gabriel’s shirt, you watched out of the corner of your eye as a group of students took notice of the situation at hand. You could be certain that Gabriel would never think of laying a finger on you; although, at this point you couldn’t say the same for the young man standing just a few steps away. If your classmate didn’t let up soon, you were almost certain that you would be taking a ride to the campus police station.
“If he wants to add another notch to his bedpost, that’s all find and dandy, sugar.” Gabe continued, firmly holding his enraged stance. “But I can promise that it ain’t gonna be with my gal.”
“Chill out, man.” your classmate chuckled, finally taking the hint that Gabriel wasn’t messing around. “It was all in good fun.”
“I’m sure it was, Fabio.” the archangel retorted, blowing a puff of air out of his nose when the young man began to retreat. “But I have some advice...”
“...next time you try to flirt your way into someone’s pants, make sure your competition isn’t within earshot.”
