Fandom/Ships/Characters: SPN - Sabriel: Sam Winchester/Gabriel, Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Dean Winchester
Warnings and Tags: rage, established hidden relationship, holy fire, mild imagined gore, murderous thoughts, changing channels, it's gonna be a bad break up
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 520
Summary: Gabriel wasn't one to be angry, but every few eons he surprised himself with just how much he could still feel.
Written for @31-daysofhorror for the prompt: Rage and the @spnarchangelweek ship prompt: Choice
Author Notes: Heyyy look who's still writing Gabriel! I just can't quit him. A very big thank you to @walkingaline and @straw-bees for spit balling ideas with me in the pond. Somehow this one turned into an archangel week prompt too, and I am not complaining. The Sabriel fuels the rage, and I enjoy it very much.
I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog! 🧡
💀 🧡 Happy Haunting 🧡 💀
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With Holy Fire Between Us
It wasn't the first time he'd been stuck inside a circle of fire. However, it was the first time in a long time it was the right kind of fire.
Somewhere in his mind…it was funny, that God had made them trappable. That something holy and purifying was alone what could trap them. Had He always known that they would need to be contained? That they would need to be held back from smashing all his irritating little toys.
Gabriel's sneer grew, fire flickering like the anger at his grace. His mind was once again on Lucifer, on the brother he had loved and lost, and his eyes instinctively flickered to Sam.
The brunette had the gall to look pitying, to look remorseful.
Gabriel glared at him.
He had chosen to do this. It had been his idea.
Gabriel wanted to smite him. To flay that perfect body that he had tasted every itch of and watch it burn, certain that his brothers would just bring him back anyway.
His eyes narrowed and he smiled.
Then, he'd get to do it again.
Sam swallowed as if he could feel the heat of his gaze, as if he knew that Gabriel was imagining all the different ways he could make him pay for this.
The archangel's eyes didn't leave him. Wondering how the giant of a man would look without his skin, would look if he pulled his insides outside. If he gouged out those puppy dog eyes that had the audacity to look, sorry.
Gabriel's trapped grace roared, hissing and curling with rage and hatred. His fists clenched before they loosened, eyes flickering back to the flames between them. He had been the dumb one, getting so close to the tempting soul that shone so much like the Morningstar.
He stared into the flames between them. What was the point of banishing his brother if this would always happen, if these two would always bring it back to him? His eyes rolled back to that captivating soul, hands clenching again at the idea of being forced to face him again. Wondering if the next time he looked upon Sam Winchester, he would see Lucifer glaring at him from behind those hazel eyes.
His jaw ticked from side to side, tongue swirling behind sealed lips as he kept himself in the middle of the flaming circle.
They could have made it bigger.
He could feel the heat on the tips of his true form, tucking himself deeper into his vessel as he glared at the raging fire that fueled his grace. It wasn't often he felt anger, but this… standing here, trapped by two knuckleheaded hunters who thought themselves special, it had him full of rage. Stuck in one place by one who he had chosen to linger near, had graced with his presence, his touch, his wisdom, who had then chosen to trap him. His tongue swirled within his mouth, raging and contained grace moving with it as his vessel shifted. Unlike his younger brethren, he could make choices too.
💣💣💣💣 Totally not me wanting to see Neo lose his shit/lh
“….I suddenly have the urge to SLAUGHTER all inferior lifeforms.”
And off he goes to do just that, it doesnt take long for the old programming of a killer robot to kick in and send the massive bio-data using overlord out onto the city. Congrats.
((meme)) Valerie watched Silas with blatant fear in her eyes, slowly moving herself so she was sitting up better. "J-just stay away," she said with a cough and a wince, one hand instinctively moving to her ribs - a few of which were likely bruised, if not broken. Hesitantly she reached for the motel phone before stopping; it wasn't worth getting put in jail.
My character goes into a mad rage and viciously attacks yours. How does your character react when they see mine is finally coming out of their deranged, violent state? What do they say or do?
"Val...." Silas gasped, blinking the haze from his eyes and looking down at his hands. He didn't want to believe he'd done that to her but the cuts on his knuckles and blood on his fingers were more than enough proof of his actions. Stopping himself as he reached out to help her, the criminal shook his head and glanced down at her with shame. "I'm so sorry, i don't know what happened...Val, just let me help you. I'm sorry."
