Summary: After Lucifer thought he killed his brother, Gabriel goes off to Monte Carlo to enjoy himself with porn stars and gambling. Meanwhile, you take a trip to Monte Carlo for your cousin’s wedding and find yourself distracted by golden eyes that seem to follow you everywhere. It isn’t until your heat hits that you realize those golden eyes belong to your True Alpha.
This series will have future smut, knotting, mating so do not read if you are under 18. Taglist is CLOSED
Word Count: 81129 Author: Gwen
The darkness of the hidden room was a physical weight. You had lost track of time. You had heard the muffled sounds of Lucifer’s arrival, his chilling, melodic laughter echoing through the vents, the sounds of Gabriel’s defiant snark, and, eventually, the humming roar of the rift finally opening.
And then, silence. A silence that lasted for days.
The proximity to Gabriel over the last week had awakened something in you that hadn't been touched in seven years. Your body, sensing its Alpha was nearby and then suddenly gone, went into a state of biological emergency. Your Heat didn't just arrive; it broke like a fever.
"Gabe..." you whimpered, your skin slick with sweat.
The bunker was empty. You knew the Winchesters, Castiel, and Gabriel had crossed over to the Apocalypse World. You were alone in a concrete box while your hormones screamed for a mate who might already be dead.
You crawled to the corner of the room, dragging the blankets and the flannel shirts Gabriel had left for you. With trembling hands, you built a nest, a frantic, desperate circle of fabric that smelled faintly of him. You curled into it, your core aching with a localized, throbbing heat that made you cry out.
You found the bag of supplies Gabriel had stashed. Inside were a few medical supplies and a couple of silicone toys he’d conjured as a joke. You tried to use them, desperate for any relief, but your body rejected them. The plastic felt cold and wrong. In a True Mate bond, the Omega’s body becomes tuned to a single frequency, the Alpha’s grace.
"Please," you sobbed, clutching one of Gabriel's shirts to your chest. "Don't leave me here. Don't let me die like this."
The fever was reaching dangerous levels. You were drifting in and out of consciousness, convinced that the "gentleman" Loki had been right, that Gabriel was a coward who had fled to another world to save himself, leaving you to burn up in a hole in the ground.
Then, the air in the room suddenly crackled. The smell of vanilla and honey filled the small space. You heard a heavy thud, followed by the sound of the warding being torn apart like wet paper.
"Y/N!" Gabriel stood in the doorway. He looked like he’d been through a war. His clothes were shredded, his face was smeared with dirt and gold blood, and his wings, invisible but heavy, cast jagged shadows against the wall. But the moment he smelled the room, his eyes went solid, glowing gold.
"Alpha," you gasped.
He was across the room in a heartbeat, falling into the nest with you. "I'm here. Cupcake, I'm here. We got them. We got the humans, we got Mary... I'm safe. You're safe." He didn't wait. He couldn't. The scent of your Heat combined with his own lingering Rut was a chemical explosion. He stripped off his tactical vest and his shirt, his hot skin pressing against yours.
"I need you," you begged, your legs tangling with his.
"I've got you," Gabriel growled, his voice dropping into that primal, Archangel register that made your soul vibrate.
There was no time to be gentle and explore. He entered you and you both groaned at the connection. It felt a like a physical shock, so intense. He wasn't the Trickster anymore; he was a god reclaiming what was his. Every thrust was a reclamation of the seven years they had lost. He moved with a rhythmic, pounding intensity, his hands pinning yours above your head as he filled the emptiness that had threatened to consume you.
"You're mine," he hissed into your ear, his teeth grazing your scent gland. "No more cages. No more brothers. Just me."
“Alpha.” You moaned out, back arching. It didn’t take long for your climax to built. His hips continued to snap and you started to feel his knot grow. Then a white-hot fire spread from your core to your fingertips. You felt Gabriel’s body stiffen as his knot swelled. You let out a soundless scream as he locked himself inside you, his teeth bit down at your neck, claiming you.
He stayed there, knotted deep inside you, his breath hitching against your neck. The silence of the bunker was no longer a tomb; it was a sanctuary. "I promised," Gabriel whispered, his voice soft and thick with exhaustion. "I promised I'd take you somewhere nice."
"You're here," you murmured, drifting into the first peaceful sleep you’d had in years. "That's enough."
"No," Gabriel said, kissing your temple. "It's not. We're going to France. I have a villa. We're going to eat nothing but crepes and stay in bed for a century."
He pulled you closer, his wings wrapping around the both of you in the dark of the bunker, finally at peace.
"I'm never letting go, Y/N," he promised. "Never again."
“This story is inspired by Supernatural, but it exists in its own space. It doesn’t follow a strict timeline or canon—some things are different, some are left out, and some are exactly as they should be. It’s all about the emotions, the connections, and the possibilities. Just dive in and enjoy.”
A story told in feathers and ash - The Other Man
-Proluge-
A laugh broke the tense mood of the room, filling it with cheerfulness instead. They sat together on the floor, with torn wrapping paper scattered around them. It was Christmas Eve. Accordingly, the small room was lit up by the fairy lights that had been wrapped around the tree. It relaxed the atmosphere of the situation even more and also underlined the security between the two.
He held up the T-shirt he had just pulled out of the packaging. "Well, I'm definitely going to wear that!" he laughed, frowning at the shirt from which a photo collage of her smiled at him. She seemed pleased that it had managed to make him laugh by such a silly present.
~ Splash ~
The whole house smelled like someone had been baking. Instead, the whole kitchen was covered with various bowls, glasses and other ingredients scattered everywhere. The young woman who was leaning against the counter folded her arms and glared at him cheekily. "That was the first and last time I did that... well, at least with you!" she teased him and smeared some of the remaining caramel on his face.
He grinned back just as cheekily and put a hand on his chest, pretending to be insulted. "So that wasn't a learning experience for you?" he said with an innocent expression. "Aah! Yes, I'll never let them into my kitchen again!" She laughed and tried to push him. But he stood firmly in front of her and avoided her on her second attempt.
~ splash ~
"You know what, then piss off! Get out of here!" she screamed, her voice distorted. Anger and a certain fear flashed in her eyes. He stood a few meters away from her, staring at her with an indifferent look. Without saying a word, he snapped his fingers and vanished.
She threw something in his direction, where he was standing. The rain was pouring down on her mercilessly, soaking her completely. She was crying now. Out of nowhere, he appeared again, right in front of her. He didn't say a single word, just grabbed her chin and kissed her.
~ splash ~
It was completely silent, the only sound was the rain hitting the window from outside. She had leaned her head on his shoulder and was slowly rocking her as if she were dancing to silent music. His hand gently grasped hers. Neither of them said a word. It was more about simply enjoying the moment together.
(1) Long Time No See
She absentmindedly sorted the cards that were scattered across the table, as if it wasn't yet clear which pattern would be best for them to follow. Nothing seemed to fit well, regardless of the shape and color of the cards. She sighed in annoyance and threw them back on the table.
The soft sound of feathers and a light breeze blowing through her hair made her pause. She turned her head slightly, just enough to see it out of the corner of her eye. Her heart stopped.
"Hey," the voice sounded weak. The man who had appeared in the room behind her stood there somewhat awkwardly, his hands casually in his jacket pockets.
She opened her mouth in irritation, but said nothing. Instead, she brushed a strand of hair from her face. She didn’t know how to fetch single thought straight.
"Gabriel... what are you looking for here?" she asked, surprised but not unkindly. He grinned cheekily and shrugged his shoulder. "I thought I'd make you happy with my visit," he said, grinning.
She bit her lower lip slightly and asked again: "I'm serious, what are you doing here?"
Still wearing the same grin, he looked at her with his hands raised. "I hear you're to be congratulated," he said.
"Come here, let me give you a hug. That's great," he waved both hands in a hug. She gave in to the gesture and slowly let him close his arms around her.
"Thank you, Gabriel," she said again, but a little, as she pulled away from him. Her hands slowly retreated over his arms. "I'm glad you're happy," he said with a smile, but there was something bitter in his eyes alongside the playful expression.
"I just wanted to tell you. After all, we haven't seen each other in a while..." She just nodded, somehow having a hard time taking her hands off his arm.
He smiled briefly and vanished as suddenly as he had come.
(2) Take a hint
A few days had passed since Gabriel had suddenly appeared at her place. She had had to think about him, but had come to no conclusion. Every time he entered her head, her body strained and somehow numb, yet electric. There was no proper way to explain it.
When she entered the kitchen, there was a large bouquet on the counter. Surprised, she went over.
"Good morning. This must have been at the door this morning." Danny, her fiancé, suddenly stood next to her and kissed her hair. She smiled at him.
"There was another card, I think," he said, taking a sip of coffee. She reached for the small, white envelope.
"Congratulations on your engagement, I hope you like them. Yours sincerely, G.," she read, her fingers tracing lightly over the slanted, neat handwriting.
"That's nice. Okay, I have to go to the office, see you later," he put down the cup and kissed her goodbye before leaving.
She put the card aside and looked at the flowers. She liked them, inconspicuous, pale pink and white blossoms. She wasn't the rose type, Gabriel had always known that.
Over the next few days, she noticed several small signs and clues that he was nearby. It reminded her of the time she spent with him and how he had made her feel. Her heart sank when she thought about it.
When she got out of the shower and turned to the mirror, there was a little smiley face drawn in the bottom corner. She couldn't help but smile and then wiped it away.
Another day, she threw herself on the couch, exhausted from work and wedding preparations. Without thinking, she turned on the TV to get some distraction. She heard 'Grease Lightning' playing. Grease. She loved that musical.
When she looked over at the television, she paused for a moment. The faces of the main characters... it was hers and Gabriel's. She shook her head briefly and everything went back to normal.
A few days later, as she was walking through town and was rummaging around in her bag for her keys, she pulled out several small plastic wrappers. All of them were slightly sticky from the sweets that had been wrapped in them.
She smiled and crumpled it in her hand before throwing it away.
(3) It has to stop
The last few weeks had been exhausting. The day had consisted only of making phone calls and running errands for the wedding. After all, it was only a little time away.
She had barely been able to think clearly. He was always in her head, constantly giving little hints of his presence. It was getting unbearable…
Danny was in the office late again, it didn't surprise her anymore, but why should she be annoyed about it? So she sat alone in the kitchen, clutching her teacup with both hands while she stared into space.
A soft rustling sound made her look up. "Oh, someone looks thoughtful." His teasing voice was unmistakable. She smiled at him, putting more warmth into it than she intended. "Good evening, lovely lady," he then said.
"What was going on the last few days?" she asked him bluntly. He grinned charmingly and raised his hands defensively. "I have no idea what you're talking about..." he explained.
She took a deep breath and pushed aside the growing excitement. She had to speak frankly now.
"You have to stop that..." she said quietly. He just looked at her indignantly. "Gabriel, I'm serious..." "I'm serious!" he replied. She shook her head slightly, avoiding his gaze.
"You really have to stop doing that... You can't keep watching me or slipping me little notes or candy wrappers... You're messing with me." He exhaled deeply and for a second something bitter and painful flashed in his eyes. "You just shouldn't forget me..." he said with a stony expression.
"I will never forget what happened between us," her voice broke. He raised his chin defiantly. "Ok... I'll let it go," he said. She smiled weakly. A tiny part of her screamed to touch him and tell him that he shouldn't stop, but should do everything to get her attention.
She swallowed the feeling. "See you..." he murmured. Before he could simply disappear, she reached out to him, but her fingers grasped at nothing, he had already vanished again.
(4) Restless
The days passed painfully slowly, each day seemed to drag on forever... Every thought was connected to him. It was driving Elli crazy.
She felt guilty... guilty towards Danny and herself, towards Gabriel. She didn't know how to classify her feelings.
The fact that she thought she could see him everywhere or that she could smell his scent or hear the soft rustling of his wings for a moment... it was slowly driving her crazy...
She felt trapped between the past and the future—between the memories Gabriel left like ghosts in her heart and the life she had promised to build with Danny.
He was everywhere! By now she was even sure that she wasn't imagining that she saw him, but that he was really always near her. She wasn't imagining that she could feel him, like she used to. Like she always had...
She stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, staring outside as the pale light bathed her surroundings in an eerie glow.
She felt something soft caress her cheek, then she noticed him. He was standing in the middle of the living room, saying nothing, just looking at her.
She couldn't read his eyes as she turned to look at him. Emotions were building up in her chest, bubbling as if they were about to burst out.
He came towards her until he was standing very close to her. She closed her eyes as he came so close to her that she could almost hear his heartbeat. His face hovered over hers. The tension was almost unbearable.
Everything in her was screaming for him, wanting him to hold her. She couldn't move, her breathing was heavy. His lips were still hovering over hers, about to touch hers, but he didn't. She put her hand on his cheek.
Finally he leaned further down to her, but at the last moment she pulled back. His jaw clenched convulsively.
"I... I can't," she barely managed to say. He grimaced and took a few steps back. "I'm sorry," she said, biting her lip to suppress the hot feeling behind her eyes.
"What is this? I thought you felt this between us too," he pressed. She avoided his piercing gaze. "Gabriel... the thing is..." she began. He waited, his breath hitch and his eyes burned.
"I felt it and I wanted it too, more than anything," she looked at him with a slight pain in her eyes. His entire body tensed, hope flickered in him like an undying flame. "But you didn't want at the time..." And just like that, hope was gone. He grimaced and huffed. "I can't wait my whole life for you to choose me, Gabriel. Just like you chose not to open up to me and admit that you love me, I chose not to endure my heart breaking while I wait for you to choose me. I chose to move on, I chose myself." Her silence sounded gentle but hurt.
His eyes searched hers. "You can't deny it!" he said harshly, standing right in front of her again. "I'm sorry... I'm engaged. That wouldn't be fair to him..." He snorted again, more contemptuously this time. "You..." he began again. "I'm sorry..." she almost cried, it wouldn’t be long now.
He pressed his lips together, then he disappeared.
She squeezed her eyes shut and put her hands over her face. What had just happened? She sobbed briefly.
(5)Back to the wall
Before she knew it, she heard the familiar beating of wings again. One quick movement was enough for him to grab her.
His arms wrapped around her back, pulling her close to him. She involuntarily gave in to him and returned the kiss he pressed on her lips.
She couldn't breathe, her throat felt like it was being constricted. She clung to him, her only focus not to lose herself completely.
Neither of them could resist it. It just happened.
She still clung to him, the world spinning. His hands grabbed tight around her body, holding her. She melted into the feeling, and into the French kiss.
Even as his fingers slightly slipped under the rim of her shirt. She just broke the kiss and dragged him with her upstairs, where she gave into him completely.
When it was over, she just sat there, staring into space and feeling nothing. Not even guilty that she had just slept with him and thus cheated on her husband.
But it had been different... not like before. It had been much closer, much gentler. Even if it didn't justify anything, nothing justified what she had done.
Could you love two people at the same time? She felt like a cornered animal... she didn't know if it was because she was attached to the fact that she felt this way or if she still loved him enough that it hurt so much.
She shook her head to get rid of everything and to be able to think properly. She reached for her cell phone and waited impatiently for the phone to ring on the other end.
"Singer?" the voice on the other end answered. She stifled a sob. "Dad, I screwed up... and I can’t even explain how," her voice was too stupid. Silence on the phone.
"Elli, what's wrong?" came the question. Her father sounded genuinely worried, which was rather unusual with Bobby Singer. She wouldn't tell him exactly what had happened, she just wanted to hear that everything would be OK. "I made a mistake... I can't explain it to you, but..." He let her finish and then exhaled heavily.
"I'm not good at this, but mistakes are meant to be made, darling," he said, unsure if it was the right thing to do. She cried quietly. "It won't be that bad... or did you kill someone?" She said no.
(6)Don’t marry him
The wedding was to take place in a few days. She told herself that she was ready, even if she wasn't completely sure about it.
She stood in front of the closet, running her hand over the fabric of the dress in front of her. She had to swallow.
"You'll look beautiful in it." She didn't turn around and wasn't frightened anymore. "If I had chosen it, you would have been the most beautiful bride in the world, but..." She had to smile and turned to him.
There was a brief pause. His face changed, there was something hurt in his eyes. "Don't marry him," he mumbled. "What?" "Don't marry him. Please." She felt tears welling up inside her, not just from pain. "W-what?" "You heard me."
"W-what? Why?!" "You know why," he said and came closer.
"No..." She pressed her lips together. "Yes, you know!" His voice had a strain emphasis. He came even closer, she felt so uncomfortable with the situation. "No, I don't know!" "Yes!"
"Gabriel, don't..." "What?" He was so close to her that she could feel him so clearly in front of her and the vibration of his grace permeated her body. Her heart was pounding so hard against her chest that it almost jumped out.
„You’re being mean and unfair“, she finally said with a little stronger voice. „What? No, I-,“ he was cut off by her. „Stop it…“, her voice was more like a whisper. The heat behind her eyes and heart increased. It was more than pain: fear, anger, pain…
“I have been second to others my whole life, in everything. And I will not be the person you settled for just because you can’t have her, I won’t do it.” The first tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked up to him. Her voice seemed broken.
“I won’t do that - not when I spend my whole life loving you so much.” He looked down at her, reaching for her to touch her. She just backed off. “Don’t touch me.” “I had no idea.”
"Don't kid me, you were very aware of it! You knew that I would have done anything for you and you took advantage of it!" "I never took advantage of you!" She laughed hurtfully. "Maybe, but you didn't have to courage to let me in... at least it never felt like that, there were always other things kept you away from me." He avoided her gaze. She knew that she was being unfair to him and that not everything she wanted to throw at him was true, but it just hurt so unbelievably.
"It didn't feel like it, Gabriel. And now you expect me not to marry him, even though I think it's the right thing for me? Why? Where do you get the nerve to say something like that to me?" She cried, wiping the tears from her face over and over. She was so incredibly angry. Angry that it hurt her and that it still caused her so much pain after all this time. Angry that she was showing it to him. Angry that he had only brought it up now. Angry that he hadn't stopped her sooner. Angry at herself for still loving him.
"You don't love him at all,” Gabriel said, his voice razor sharp. His eyes burned into her like he could see right through her rip cage. "You don't love him at all, that's why you shouldn't marry him. You shouldn't commit your whole life to something you're not convinced of. You think it's the right thing for you? Nonsense! You're just telling yourself that." She glared at him angrily. "Who do you think you are? So I'm imagining it?" She dug her finger into his chest as she said this. "Yes," he said firmly. "Yes, you're telling yourself that it's the right thing and that you want it so that you don't have to deal with how you feel about me any more. I know you, that's not what you want. Marriage, house, child and maybe a dog?"
She couldn't answer, but she wanted so much to scream at him. Instead, she just stared at him as tears continued to stream down her cheeks.
"Yeah, just keep telling yourself that he's the right one for you. You know yourself that you'd rather be standing there with me." "Shut up!" She hit his chest with her fist. It didn't seem to impress or surprise him at all. She didn't want to hear that he was right, she couldn't bear it. "I would have done anything, anything! But I'm not willing to hurt myself anymore. I love you more than I should and… I love you, Gabriel!“
(7) The final day
She took a deep breath. Danny stood across from her, holding her hand. She smiled happily. It was beautiful.
His eyes sparkled with love and she knew that this was the best moment of his life.
"If someone has an objection, let him speak now or remain silent forever," she heard the pastor say. The church in front of her was completely silent; no one said a word. Everyone looked at them as a bride and groom.
"I have an objection." She didn’t even have to look up. she already knew: Gabriel. He was standing at the end of the aisle, wearing a smart dark green suit. Her breath caught in her throat, she felt like she was suffocating. "I have an objection..." he repeated.
It has been, well, a long time since I’ve updated. So, so long. This past year has been bad, mentally and situationally. I apologize for disappearing, and I do come baring gifts. Well, kind of.
*AO3/Wattpad are both rmorningstar21*
Let’s get down to it.
1) How To Win Her Heart (Sam x Fem!Reader x Lucifer) is almost completely edited, and I’m hoping to have that up in full by Midnight tomorrow. This one is a commission, AO3 exclusive. The completion of it has been a long time coming, and I am excited to share the remainder of it!
2) You Can’t Have It All, Calvin (Calvin Fischoeder x Fem!Reader x Ethan) will be getting it’s last 3 chapters around the same time. They’re completed, but I would like to go through and double check my edits before posting. This one is another AO3 exclusive!
3) The Millennium Rose (Atem x Fem!Reader) is the next one I would like to tie up loose ends with. There are about 4-5 chapters sitting that I need to post, but there are two chapters between those three that I need to finish up. I know you guys have been waiting for this one, and I do apologize! I wanted to get that done in September, but the month got away from me.
4) I am going to end up posting a few odds and ends as Tumblr Exclusives, various fandoms that I personally am unsure whether or not I’ll ever make a true one-shot collection with. Those will be coming after this post, because personally I need to clean up my Google Docs a bit.
5) Crimson Staved On Withered Wings (Gadreel x Fem!Angel!Reader) is up and completed on Wattpad, and will be cross-posted to AO3 after my AO3 exclusives are up. The next book in that series has a currently undetermined eta, but is planned.
6) Destined For More (Gabriel x Fem!Winchester!Reader) WILL be edited - Chuck, I’m hoping soon. I’ve been seeing a lot of you guys want the second book, and I do have the start for it, just need to get some time to work on it after I catch up with everything else!
7) I am opening this up for character requests (not full plot requests, those are currently commission only) - my Supernatural Oneshot Collection of x Readers. Send me a message or a comment on my last one-shot (AO3 or Wattpad, doesn’t matter) picking up to two characters you would like to see me ship Reader with! I am opening this up to my milestone of 100 One-Shots, so there are 8 slots available (I have a NTP Crowley one sitting in my docs that’s waiting for an in-between to post). Example of the kind of request I’ll take: Cain x Angel!Reader, Hurt/Comfort. I cannot guarentee that all of these will be written right away, but depending on lengths/how many requests are received, I would like to work on the remaining 8 throughout this coming week.
Balthazar had found you, your soul singing to him. His soulmate, only for you to hate him and fight like heaven and hell. Introducing you to his brothers Castiel and Gabriel he finds you are their soulmate as well. With social anxiety and picking at any flaw until there is nothing left, you have a hard time seeing what they do. Being independant you despise Balthazar's clingy, almost stalkerish nature, but will the two of you see eye to eye as exams near and with the Apocalypse nearing full swing? What's worse, Satan himself is your soulmate too, and if you thought Balthazar's actions was something you hated you haven't seen a possessive, egotistical, hot tempered Arcangel.
"Oh, come on, you have to go out with us! I'll just bet that you haven't left the house except for work since you broke up with Connor. That's not healthy, and you know it!" scolded your best friend/sister Ruthie.
You let out an exasperated sigh. "All right, all right, I'll go out with you girls. When is it again?" you relented.
"This Saturday night, 8:00 p.m., Bluestone Bar on 7th Avenue and 8th Street. I can pick you up if you want," she offered.
"Yeah, that sounds good. See you Saturday," you said as you hung up the phone.
The rest of your work week passed pretty closed to normal, or what passes for normal as a high school English teacher. You had term papers to grade and lesson plans to prepare, but nothing too major. On Wednesday, you had a meeting with the principal. He asked you to take over for the drama teacher in putting together the annual variety show.
You knew it would be a lot of work, but you agreed. You loved the opportunity for your students to shine as they show off their hidden talents. As soon as you left his office, you did the funkiest happy dance anyone had ever seen. You definitely had reason to celebrate on Saturday.
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"Okay, chickies, first round is on me!" you exclaimed. Your friends, Ruthie, Charlie, Donna and Jody, all picked a chair after giving you their drink orders.
"I don't believe it! Just this past Monday, I thought I was going to have to threaten to kidnap you in order to get you to leave the house. Now you're all cheerful and ready to party? Who are you and what have you done with my sister?!?" Ruthie joked.
"Ha ha, very funny, Sis," you retorted playfully. "What can I say, I had a pretty good week. AND, the principal asked me to cover for the drama teacher and run the Variety Show. So, excuse me, but I feel like I have reason to celebrate!" you finished.
You left the table to put in your drink order, laughing and trading jabs with your girlfriends as you walked backwards. You didn't see the man before you bumped into him, and almost caused both of you to fall. When you turned around, you were met by the warmest pair of whiskey-colored eyes you'd ever encountered. His mouth was turned upward in a playful smirk as his strong, capable hands kept you from taking you both down.
"Hey hey! Looks like you got a live one, Gabe, and we haven't even had a drink yet!" one of his friends remarked as they set off to find a table.
Ignoring his buddies, Gabriel turned you around to face him. "Are you all right?" he asked. His hands were on your upper arms as he bent down to look into your eyes.
"Y-yes, I-I think so. I think I'd better watch where I'm going next time. S-sorry for almost knocking you over," you stammered as you introduced yourself.
"Believe me, Cupcake, it's always a pleasure bumping into a beautiful woman every now and then," Gabriel quipped. "Name's Gabriel."
You ducked your head to hide the rising color in your cheeks. "Thank you, Gabriel. Always a pleasure being rescued by a true gentleman," you replied with a small curtsy. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I promised my girlfriends"-you turned and waved at your table-"that the first round of drinks is on me. I was on my way to place my order when I quite literally ran into you," you giggled.
"Then I shall impede your progress no longer, milady," he grinned as he bowed gracefully. "Please continue on thy mission to procure sufficient alcoholic libations for thyself and thy lovely contingent of lady friends," Gabriel finished.
You had to chuckle at his exaggerated performance. "I appreciate your kindness, good sir. Perhaps we'll meet again under less, shall we say, ‘injurious’ circumstances?" you replied with a wry smile.
"No harm done, fair lady. Till we meet again," Gabriel said softly. He kissed the back of your hand, then left you to join his friends at their table.
As soon as Gabriel left, Ruthie was at your side in an instant. "What was that all about?" she demanded. "You sure were talking to him for a long time, he was HOT! Did you at least get his phone number?" she asked.
You stared off in the distance, watching Gabe take a seat with his friends. When he caught your eye, he winked and gave you a little wave, breaking the trance. "Hmm? Sorry, what did you say?" you asked.
Ruthie groaned in frustration. "Ugh! Never mind, let's just order our drinks and get this party started!" she declared.
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"So, Gabe, who was that woman we saw you talking to earlier? You know her or something?" Sam asked.
Gabe shook his head. "Nope, just met her here, tonight," he answered.
"She's pretty, and she's got good-looking friends," Dean remarked. "I wonder, if I told her that she had a beautiful body, if she'd hold it against me," he smirked, giving a high-five to Castiel.
Gabriel shot Dean a look that told him to back off. "Careful, Dean, your inner caveman is showing. You'd better reel it in if you expect to have any kind of chance with one of her friends," he retorted. She’s mine, he thought to himself.
He sat back in his chair and thought about his brief but enchanting encounter with you. Lovely eyes, so expressive, he thought. Definite sense of humor, stunning smile, and a gorgeous body with curves in all the right places. Gabriel assured himself that he liked what he'd seen so far with you, and that he couldn't wait to know more.
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A couple of hours later, you were still sipping on your second drink, while your girlfriends were on either their third or even fourth rounds. Some of the guys from Gabriel's table had filtered over to yours, and had asked your friends to dance.
Donna was dancing with Dean, Ruthie was dancing with Sam, and Castiel was with Jody. Charlie was finishing her third cocktail, when a woman from another table named Gilda asked her to dance. Charlie grabbed Gilda's hand and practically ran all the way over to the dance floor.
You were staring at your glass, wondering whether or not you should order another drink. You could go home, having fulfilled your promise to Ruthie by joining the girls for a night out. Too bad they had all left you behind to go dance with Gabriel's friends.
"This is stupid," you muttered under your breath. "I'm going home. They're all having too much fun to miss me anyway," you murmured.
"I'll miss you if you go home now," a deep and honeyed voice remarked with a grin. You looked up and smiled to see Gabriel taking the seat across from you. He reached over and took your hand in his, gently brushing his lips across the back of it. "Hi."
"Hi, Gabriel," you returned shyly. "Nice to see you again. Why aren't you out dancing with the others?" you asked.
"Because my dance partner is right here, debating on whether she should stay or go home," he replied. He stood up with his other hand held out for you to take. "What do you say, Sugar?"
All you could hear from the dance floor was a thumping beat in a song that you didn't recognize. For this reason, you almost decided not to take Gabriel up on his offer. But, you also still had a little bit of liquid courage in you, so you found yourself taking his hand. As you threaded your way to the dance floor, Gabriel's hand left yours and slid to the small of your back to guide you.
Just as you set foot on the dance floor, the song with the thumping bass ended, and a slow song came on. Courage evaporated, you tried to pull away from Gabriel and leave the dance floor, but his hand was locked on yours. "Ah-ah-ah," he said, wagging his finger back and forth at you. "No, no Baby Girl, I've got you. Dance with me, sweetheart. Please," he implored, reaching for your hands.
One look in his honey-colored eyes and you were lost. You nodded and stepped close enough to Gabe so that he could slip his right arm around your waist and draw you nearer to him. He placed your left hand on his chest, while his left hand settled on your hip. Your right hand slipped up to cradle his neck, your fingers slowly venturing into the ends of his light chestnut hair at his collar.
"Mmm, careful there, SweetCheeks. You're venturing into dangerous territory with what you're doing," Gabe softly warned. "Might lead a man to do something like this," he whispered. He dipped his head down to capture your lips in a tender, sweet kiss.
When you broke apart from the kiss, you were both trying to catch a breath. "I'll take it under advisement, you know, future reference and all that," you remarked. With the hand that had been so recently been running through his hair, you gently tugged him forward for another, deeper kiss.
The need for air caused you and Gabriel to momentarily pause in your kissing. You touched your forehead to his and grinned. "Wanna get out of here?" you asked. "You could walk me home. It's not that far. Maybe we could hang out on the porch for awhile. I-I don't really want the evening to end quite yet," you added shyly.
"Sounds okay to me, lead the way, darlin'," Gabriel took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as you stepped out into the warm night air.
Neither of you noticed that Connor, your ex-boyfriend, was sitting at a corner table. He gripped his beer bottle tightly, glaring as you and Gabriel danced, then left the bar. You broke up with him over another woman, but he wasn't with her anymore. He had decided that maybe he wanted you back, and then he saw you dancing with someone else. Connor was determined that you would be together with him again, and he wasn't going to let anyone stand in his way.
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You and Gabriel walked around the city, stopping in the park for awhile. You sat on a bench near the fountain in the middle of the park, talking and getting to know each other better. You told him you were a high school English teacher, while Gabe shared that he was a sales manager for a major candy company. Even though Ruthie was like your sister, you grew up an only child, whereas Gabriel had four brothers.
Soon, you and Gabriel arrived at your house. You lived in a well-kept, 3 bedroom carpenter-style house with blue siding and a spacious front porch. Still holding Gabriel's hand, you reluctantly climbed the steps, not wanting the evening to end.
At the top of the stairs, Gabriel drew you into his arms. "Well, pretty girl, I'd have to say that this has been one of the best evenings I've had in a long time. I met someone that I'd really like to see again, I danced with her, and I got to do this," Gabe remarked. He reached up to cup your cheeks and captured your lips with his.
You admitted to Gabe that tonight was the first time you'd gone out for fun since breaking up with your boyfriend, Connor. "I really should call Ruthie in the morning and thank her for this. If she hadn't pestered me about going out tonight, I never would've met you. I'm so very glad I did, because I'm having a wonderful time with you," you remarked shyly.
"Aw, Cupcake, that's not fair. You made me blush, and guys aren't supposed to do that," he teased. "For the record, though, I should probably call Ruthie and thank her as well. I hope that this is but one of many opportunities I'll have to go out with you," he added.
He hooked one arm around your waist and held fast to your hand as he guided you over to the swing. Once you were both seated, Gabe pushed off with his foot to gently rock you both back and forth.
"About that, about going out I mean? If I consulted my Magic 8-Ball, it might say something like....'concentrate and ask again'," you replied with a wry grin.
Already holding your right hand, Gabriel captured your left hand. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly kissed each fingertip one by one. "So, I was wondering....if you're not busy next Friday night....would you like to go out with me?" he asked.
You took a deep, shuddering breath before answering. "Yes, definitely. You may rely on it. Without a doubt. Signs point to yes," you rambled.
Gabriel chuckled. "Well, as long as you're sure, SweetCheeks. I'm looking forward to it," he replied softly. His left index finger traced along your jawline, turning you so that you were directly facing him. He closed the gap between you by pressing his lips to yours in a lingering kiss.
"You know, I should get your phone number, just in case. Here," you said as you handed Gabe your phone. He typed in his contact information and gave you his phone to do the same.
"As much as I would love to stay, Cupcake, I left my car back at the bar, and I should go back and get it. But don't worry, I'll be back to pick you up for our date," he promised. Gabriel stood up from the porch swing, pulling you with him. "Friday night, seven o'clock," he said softly, his finger tapping the end of your nose. He dropped another kiss to your lips before descending from the porch.
"Mmm, Friday night, seven o'clock," you replied dreamily. "Get home safe, Gabe," you said.
Gabriel turned to look back at you standing on the porch, watching him walk away. He winked, gave you a mock salute, then blew you a kiss. "See you Friday, Sugar," he called.
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From your front porch, you watched as Gabe walked down the street until you couldn't see him anymore. Your phone rang in your pocket, with the Caller ID showing it was Ruthie. She wanted to know where you had gone, so you explained how you and Gabriel left the bar after the dance.
"He walked me home, then the two of us sat on the porch swing for a little while. We talked, and kissed...." you mentioned, a wide grin on your face.
Ruthie could hardly contain her squeal of delight. "See? What did I tell you? I told you that going out with us was way better than staying home!" she remarked.
"Yes, Ruthie, you were right. Happy now?" you retorted playfully. "Getting a little sleepy, so I'm gonna say goodnight, Sis. Talk to you later," you replied. She wished you goodnight as well, then you disconnected the call.
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Leo Webb locked up the Bluestone Bar after finishing his closing duties. As he was walking out to his car, he heard someone groaning in pain. He was shocked to see a man sitting on the ground and propped up beside what had to be his own car. Leo recognized him as Gabriel, the guy you were dancing with and had left the bar with tonight. "Hey, Buddy, are you all right?" he asked Gabe while, looking around.
Gabriel turned his head to the sound of Leo's voice. "Did you happen get the license plate of the truck that ran me over?" he asked weakly. Gabriel had a cut above his eye with the blood trail mingling with the one from his bloody nose. His knuckles were scuffed up, leading Leo to believe that maybe he got in a few defensive jabs. Gabriel tried to stand up by himself, but was unsuccessful in his first attempt.
"Come on, man, let's get you standing up. Then we can get you some medical attention," Leo said, grunting as he helped Gabriel to his feet.
Gabriel mumbled that he wanted to be taken back to your house. He couldn't tend to his injuries alone, and he knew they weren't serious enough for the hospital. Leo reluctantly agreed and carefully laid Gabriel across the backseat.
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You awoke to the sound of someone pounding on your front door. It was unusual for you to have visitors at 2:30 a.m., so you grabbed your baseball bat that rested next to your dresser. In a voice that was much braver than you actually felt, you demanded, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"It's me, Leo, the bartender from Bluestone Bar. I have your dance partner from tonight, and I think he's going to need your help getting put back together," he explained.
You set aside the baseball bat, disengaged the locks and threw open the front door. Standing on your porch was indeed Leo from the bar, his left arm supporting Gabriel. You gasped in shock at seeing Gabe's injured face and hands, and at how difficult it was for him to stand on his own. You rushed out to the front porch and went to Gabriel's right side to take his other arm.
Between you and Leo, you managed to get Gabriel into the house and seated on the couch. Leo told you to sit with your patient while he looked for your first aid supplies. He returned with bandages, peroxide and a basin of warm water with a washcloth. "In the morning, I'm going to check the bar's security camera footage," Leo declared. Before he left, he pointed at you and asked, "You good?"
You nodded. "I'm fine, Leo. Thanks for taking care of my dance partner," you replied with a quick smile. You continued working to clean up Gabriel's wounds as you heard the front door close behind Leo.
"Hiya, SweetCheeks," Gabe mumbled and gave you a weak smile.
"Shh, shh. Gabe honey, just relax and I'll get you patched up in no time," you soothed. "Want to tell me what happened, love? What do you remember?" you asked. Gabriel hissed in pain as you cleaned up his knuckles with the peroxide. "Sorry, I know this hurts," you murmured.
Gabriel explained that he got back to the bar about 20 minutes after leaving your house. "I was getting in to my car when this brick wall of a guy grabbed my arm. He punched me a couple of times in the face. Then he started talking about how he saw us dancing and that it made him angry. I told him that he should get his own dance partner, that you were with me. That earned me a punch in the stomach," Gabe finished.
You stopped what you were doing and pinched the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger. "What's wrong, Cupcake?" Gabriel asked, taking your hands in his.
"I think I know who did this to you. My ex-boyfriend, Connor, must have been in the bar and saw us together. I'm so sorry, Gabriel that he hurt you," you said softly, tears shining in your eyes.
"Hey now, it's not your fault, Baby Girl, none of this is," he assured you. Wanting to know more, Gabe asked, "So, what happened with you and Connor?"
You swallowed a sob before you continued. "He and I broke up about six months ago. Found out he was cheating on me, but somehow the blame for that was on me," you muttered. "Connor and I were together for about three years. But it was during the last six months of those three years that we didn't....you know....," you trailed off. "Guess he went and found someone new to fill that need.
"I've been so busy with my regular workload lately. Now it's only going to get worse, because I'm in charge of the school's Variety Show," you continued. "You should probably run for the hills far away from me, Gabriel. I mean, psycho ex-boyfriend and workaholic doesn't exactly scream 'stable relationship material'," you finished.
"Pfft! Are you kidding me?" he scoffed. "Last night was about the best date--no--it was THE best date I've been on in years," Gabriel declared. He squeezed your hands as firmly as his wounds would allow. "Honeybun, I don't know what it is about you, but I already feel like I've known you my whole life. We have the same sense of humor. It's cheesy, but it works for us," he explained.
You giggled. "And at least we have a cute story to tell people about how we met," you pointed out, to which he nodded.
"Dancing with you in my arms was like...coming home. When we were out there on your porch swing, I felt like I'd spent every summer night for years doing that with you. And kissing you is an otherworldly experience, Sugar. Connor didn't know what a great thing he had with you when he betrayed your trust," Gabe said, softly stroking your cheek with his index finger.
"I guess in a way, I should be grateful about what happened between Connor and me, because it put me on the path that led to you. Gabe, I love that I can be myself when I'm with you, that I feel comfortable around you. It's like we've already been together for years, even though I know we've only just met tonight. You came along at just the right time in my life," you told him.
"One question, though. Can I kiss you?" you asked softly. "I promise not to cause further damage," you remarked.
Gabriel chuckled quietly. "Of course you can, Cupcake," he replied. You reached up to gently cradle his face in your hand and slowly draw him towards you to close the gap. Your lips met in a tentative kiss, because you were trying desperately not to hurt Gabe. You let him take the lead, and as your mouths moved with each other, the kisses grew more insistent, driven by desire.
"Whoa," you whispered, trying to catch your breath. "Gabe, that was amazing," you remarked.
"Not so bad yourself, sweetheart," he replied, also trying to catch his breath. "By the way, I'm so glad I have such a lovely nurse taking very good care of me. I think I'll need to be on bed rest for a while, though, and I would love to do that here," he suggested, waggling his eyebrows.
You tapped your index finger on your lips as if deep in thought. "Well, that depends. Do you think the best medicine is eggs and bacon, or pancakes and sausage?" you grinned.
"Let's decide in the morning, Honeybun. Wait and see what we're hungry for," he replied seductively before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
"Hmm. Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll even set you up with a sponge bath, courtesy of yours truly," you grinned slyly.
Gabriel's eyes nearly went back into his head with bliss at the prospect of a personalized sponge bath. "Aw, Cupcake, you say the sweetest things," he replied.
[been going through a dry spell, so attempted a couple archangel song sprints. first was gabe with 42]
*
He had wandered for centuries.
Centuries spent living under the guise of a deity he was not, pretending to be more manipulative than he was meant to be, of being far more conniving and fearsome and ferocious-
As the centuries blurred together, as millennia morphed into one single breath, he started to lose track of where Gabriel had ended and where Loki began.
When the apocalypse was finally looming over all of them- Not the recurring cycle of Ragnarok- which he had had nothing to do with the last three times thank-you-very-much- he found himself being forcefully dragged back into the drama of his family, helpless when faced with the inevitability of his original purpose.
The Archangel Gabriel, destined to toot his horn and call the battalions of the Host to arms, the heralding of a new era.
He loathed that destiny, despised the story his Father wanted him to play out.
A Father Who couldn't even stick around to reassure His own children when they needed Him most.
The Winchesters would not, could not, convince him to fight, nor would they ever truly convince him to choose a side.
No- Gabriel had no one left to fight for, nothing in the entire Universe, in the entire Cosmos, worth risking his own divinity and Pantheon for.
Except, perhaps, the curious, wide-eyed, stupefied soul peeking around Castiel's shoulders, watching warily as the Archangel paced restlessly within his fiery prison.
A single glance, the gentle press of his Grace in your general direction-
Your admiration and disbelief were enough to give him pause, your respectful recognition and humility in his presence enough to soften his tone, posture going lax as he nodded towards you in acknowledgement.
The bashful smile that greeted him in return- full of reverence and captivation and cordiality- was enough to convince him, a brilliant beacon of hope in epochs of despairing dread.
It was an innocent trust he knew he did not deserve, but it was enough to smother his resolve, offer his assent.
He would do what was necessary to end this war, to prevent whatever bloodshed he could, to help rip his Dad's script apart while avoiding his brothers as much as possible-
Because there was still someone who believed in him.
Whether it was for the Angel he had been or the god he had chosen to become-
A/N : Thanks to @justballoonfishthings for naming some angels.
Sequel to Show me.
SPN AU Bingo Round Two Masterlist.
“Gabriel? What are you- Ow! What-”
“Sorry, brother. Need a feather.”
“Use your own feathers! What do you even need it for- Ow!” The angel pulled away, glaring daggers at the Archangel.
“One more for good measure.” Gabe winked as he rolled the two feathers between his fingers, and then he was gone.
“Gabriel! Get back here!”
“Did you hear?” They were clustered together, whispering.
“Hear what?”
“Gabriel is back in heaven.”
“Do not spread such rumors, Sidriel.”
“It is true, brother. He’s returned to us.”
“Eremiel, you would know better than anyone if this is truth. Has he returned?”
“I’ve not seen him, nor have I heard of his coming. Gabriel’s distaste for heaven is well known, Sidriel. Apologies, but I think you are mistaken.”
“I’ve heard of it from Nanael, who saw him. As did-” Sidriel was cut off by a flurry of wings. The four angels grouped together all turned, looking around to find the source. Once they looked forward again, in the middle of their cluster stood the smiling archangel. “Gabriel! What are you- Ow!”
Cries of pain rang out as Gabriel collected a few feathers from each. “Good day, brothers and sisters.” he smiled as he collected. “Sorry for the interruption, but I need a little something. Lovely to see you all again, perhaps we’ll have another family reunion soon. Bye bye.” and then he was gone as quick as he had appeared.
“Ofaniel, warn the others. Gabriel is taking feathers and likely working some magic. He’ll need to be found and stopped. Sidriel, find him and watch him. Eremiel, guard the gate. I’ll get the garrison.”
A flurry of wings, and they were gone again, a lone feather fluttering to the ground. Fingers plucked it up and Gabriel smiled. “Thanks, Sidriel. Good luck tracking me.”
You were about to head down the stairs in the war room behind Dean, when he stopped suddenly and you bumped into him. “What-”
“What the hell? Did some sorority girls get in here and have a pillow fight, or..”
“Why are there feathers everywhere?” Sam stepped past you and Dean both, going down a two steps and picking one up.
“That’s what I was wondering.”
“Angel feather.” You gasped, stepping past Dean to pluck it out of Sam’s hand. You looked down at the trail that ran down the stairs and through the war room. “Oh my god, they’re all angel feathers..” you moved down the stairs, collecting different ones.
“Who would do such a thing?” Cas stood by Dean, who just looked confused. “Most of these have not simply been shed, this would have been extremely painful.”
“So, someone's ripping out angel feathers and bringing them here? Why?”
“Hello, brother. I need to ask a favour.” Everyone turned to find Gabriel standing at the top of the stairs. “It’s a doozy.”
You followed the trail as it wound its way through the bunker, smiling and picking up a few feathers here and there, knowing you could easily grab the rest later. You were in awe of the variety there was. You could tell them all apart, the slight colour differences, or shapes to them. You wondered who could have collected them all, and why bring them here. But to be honest, you should have known. Only one person knew what your treasure was.
Following the trail to your bedroom door, you froze for an instant, wondering what you’d find on the other side. Freeing up a hand without dropping a single feather, you reached out and slowly turned the knob. Pushing the door open, you gasped at what you found, the feathers you’d been holding forgotten as they fell to the floor.
Gabriel stood in your room, next to where your bed had been. But your bed was gone. In its place, was a nest of angel feathers. He was tossing black feathers into the mix when he heard the gasp and turned. “Sorry.” He chuckled awkwardly. “Had a last minute addition to add.”
“Those are..” you stepped forward and picked up the pitch black feathers, darker yet somehow shinier than any of the others. They were long, and had a slight curve to them.
“Castiel's. He wasn’t thrilled with my request.” He chuckled again. “Sorry I couldn’t make it dragon sized, I-”
“It’s beautiful, Gabriel. But I don’t think you understand what you just did.”
Gabriel smiled, holding up one of his own golden feathers out to you. “I’m perfectly aware of what I did and what it means.”
Gingerly taking the feather from him, you twirled it between your fingers. “Won’t you get in trouble?”
“Look around.” He laughed. “I’m already in trouble. Besides, who’s going to mess with an Archangel and a dragon? From what I hear, dragons are fiercely protective of their treasures, and their mates.” he winked.
“Yes. We are.”
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