Warnings: Angst, loss of sensation, fighting, character death
Request: Gabriel is your guardian angel and your best friend. Sometimes he likes to take you on little trips places. But one time something goes wrong (you can choose) and he can’t save you. So he brings you back to your brothers (Sam and Dean) to die.
A/N: This is unbeta-ed, so any mistakes are my fault. I might go back and edit it again later, who knows. Sorry this took so long to write! I don’t typically write Gabriel, so this is a little short, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
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“Gabriel!” you cried, smiling from ear to ear.
Gabe had appeared in front of your TV just as you’d been setting your bag down for work, and it only took a second before you were running toward the angel and throwing your arms around his shoulders. He was right on time for your weekly excursion, but your excitement to leave town was even more prevalent than usual after a long day at work.
Gabe laughed, picking you up and twirling you. “There’s my girl!” he grinned as he set you back down. Taking a look around, Gabriel whistled in appreciation at your newly decorated apartment. “I like what you’ve done with the place! If I hadn’t watched you struggle to put those shelves up yourself, I would think that a professional did everything for you!”
“Shut up,” you groaned, still smiling all the while. “Some help with the shelves would’ve been nice, you know. And with the paint!”
Gabriel gave you a cheeky grin in response. You couldn’t resist the urge to stick your tongue out at him, which only made him laugh. You knew that he would’ve come if you’d asked, but somehow it felt silly to ask your guardian angel to help you with renovating your apartment. Still, you knew that Gabe wouldn’t have complained.
“You ready to go?” he asked.
Smiling, you nodded and grabbed your rain jacket, wallet, and keys from the hooks by the front door. You knew you never needed anything when you went out with him, but you could never tell if you would have enough time to come back to your apartment before you had to go back to work, and you would need your keys to open the shop the next morning.
“Where are we going today?”
“It’s a surprise.” He gave you a small, secretive smile, excitement glittering in his whiskey-colored eyes. “Close your eyes, Y/N,” Gabe instructed, as always, as he slipped his hand into your free one.
You did as you were told, and when the familiar tugging sensation in your gut dissipated, you opened them again. You couldn’t help but gasp at what you saw.
All around you were the tall sequoia trees you’d only seen secondhand, and the thick mist that the treetops disappeared into was just beginning to settle around you like a cool, soft blanket. There weren’t any tourists nearby—Gabe had a thing about not taking you where there were bound to be lots of people around—and you smiled softly when you saw a family of rabbits hopping around a few yards away. The two youngest were obviously playing a game, and you laughed when the larger of the two surprised the other from behind.
Reddish-brown dirt covered the ground as far as the eye could see, and the little bits of wood chips and branches scattered across it made it a drastic change from the level city sidewalks you were used to walking. Patches of green grass occupied a larger space a little farther off, and you could just make out a series of winding wooden paths that had been built for park guests to wander.
“Do you like it?” Gabe asked, stepping up from behind you.
You hadn’t even realized you’d let go of his hand and began to walk around. Turning, you grinned at him and nodded excitedly.
“This is amazing!” you cried. “I’ve always wanted to come here! I was just watching a documentary about this place last week and—”
“I know!” Gabe chuckled. “Where do you think I got the idea, sweetheart?”
The same cheeky grin from before was plastered across his face as he draped an arm over your shoulders and began to lope along the uneven ground. You walked alongside him, marveling over the trees’ incredible height and the width of their massive trunks.
“Hey Gabe?” you asked after the two of you had been walking for a while. He looked over at you, waiting for you to speak again. “Were you there when God created this forest? I mean, I know they weren’t always this big, but did he help them to grow faster or something? Or were they just little seeds like every other tree?”
Gabriel’s father had always been a touchy subject for him. You knew that he didn’t think too highly of God, but you figured that creation and trees were a pretty neutral subject. Still, Gabriel took a few long moments before he finally looked like he could respond without cursing out his dad.
“They were just seeds when he started. I was so excited to watch him grow them that he even let me plant some of them. You wanna see?” You nodded, and in the blink of an eye, you were standing in front of the famed drive-through tree. Gabe had to grab your arm so you wouldn’t keep going and accidentally walk into the edge of the split trunk, and you looked back at him gratefully.
Once he let go of your arm, you stepped closer and inspected the tree’s trunk. It was ancient and majestic, and you loved it immediately. Anything that Gabe did or created you adored, and this was no exception.
“This is beautiful,” you murmured, running a hand along the rough bark. “Did you really plant the seed for this tree, Gabe, or are you just kidding me?”
He didn’t answer.
Confused, you turned around to find him gone. “Gabe?” you called. “Gabriel?”
When there was no response, you went through the tree to the other side, but he wasn’t there, either. You walked around the whole tree, only to find that your angel was nowhere to be found.
A lump formed in your throat. Where had he gone? He’d never left you before, especially not in the middle of a forest on the other side of the country from your home. Something had to have happened, and you didn’t like the thought of that.
The mist from above had begun to fully settle around you in a thick fog. Your visibility had gone from almost miles to practically nothing, and nervousness bloomed inside of you.
“Gabe? Come on, this isn’t funny!” you cried. Your voice wobbled in fear, despite your best efforts to remain calm.
“I’m over here!”
Whirling around, you tried to figure out where his voice was coming from.
“Y/N!”
“Over here!”
“Come this way!”
“I’m over here!”
This couldn’t be happening—Gabe’s voice was coming from all different directions. That wasn’t possible, unless this was just another one of his jokes.
Pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes, you tried to focus. Which Gabe sounded the most real?
“Y/N, this way!”
Suddenly, someone grabbed your arm and pulled you in their direction. Trying not to stumble, you stepped after them and let your hands drop from your eyes. The person turned, displaying two shining red irises that glinted in the little light that filtered in through the mist.
It wasn’t Gabe.
“Let me go!” you screamed, trying to get out of their grasp. “Gabe! Help!”
The man laughed and pulled you after them. His grip on your arm was as tight as iron, and though you were in shape, there was no way you’d be able to escape from him.
You dug your heels into the soft earth beneath your feet, but it was to no avail. They kept pulling you behind them, and soon you realized that there was only one solution.
With your free hand, you reached into the waistband of your jeans and pulled out the gun you kept there for sticky situations. This, you thought grimly, definitely counts as a sticky situation.
“I said, let me go!”
Letting off a single shot, you forced their grip from your arm and stumbled backward, putting a few feet between you and the stranger. They grabbed onto their arm, howling in pain, but only seconds passed before you realized that the gunshot wound had already healed over.
“Silly hunter,” the man chuckled. “You really think you can get away from me? Your angel isn’t coming for you. He’s never coming for you again.”
The man reached out and threaded one hand into your hair, then yanked hard. You let out a yelp as he pulled your head down so you were forced look up at his grime-covered face. A slow smile spread across his face as he watched your eyes tear up in pain.
“Poor little girl. It’s a shame you had to go this way, but I need your little angel’s full attention. You’re a distraction I can’t afford this time around,” he hissed.
You opened your mouth to say something, only to be stopped by the sensation of pins and needles crawling up your left leg. It moved quickly, and soon there was no feeling at all below your hips.
“No,” you whimpered, grabbing onto the man’s arms to hold yourself up. “Don’t do this, please. I’ll leave him alone. I won’t talk to him ever again! You can’t do this! Don’t hurt me, ple—”
Your senses were slipping away one by one, and as soon as you lost feeling in your face and scalp, you realized that your hearing was quickly diminishing. You managed to get out a few more choked words before you stopped being able to hear yourself speak. Sight was the only thing you had left, as your sense of smell disappeared soon after your ability to listen, and your heart sped up when you realized that you were now on the ground, watching two men grappling for control of a silver sword.
Gabriel!
You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you saw that Gabriel was picking you up in his arms. It was strange to see the world moving around you, at least with your limited sense of sight, and everything seemed to be moving a lot slower than normal. So, it took you by surprise when you blinked and found yourself staring up at the ceiling of the bunker.
You’d moved out two months ago to have a place of your own. After you’d stopped hunting as much to have more of a normal life, your brothers had insisted that you move out so you wouldn’t be so involved in their hunts. You’d agreed, albeit reluctantly, and you hadn’t had a chance to come back to visit them since.
Above you, Sam and Dean had gathered next to Gabriel. Horror was written on all three of their faces, and your heart broke when you realized they were all crying.
Dean reached out and touched your cheek, his mouth moving. When you didn’t answer—or at least you think you didn’t answer, you couldn’t be sure—, his words grew more frantic.
They’re calling my name.
Your vision was beginning to grow darker and darker as time went on, and you struggled to speak.
I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry. I love you.
Please don’t leave me.
Please don’t leave.
Please.
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“You can’t promise that, Gabriel!” you screamed back at him. “You can’t promise anything! There are too many things that could go wrong and you know that!” He groaned and you turned, stalking off down the bunker hallway.
“Y/N, I’m an archangel! Your guardian archangel! It’s my job to protect you!” You looked back at him with fire in your eyes.
“And you’ve dong a bang-up job of that so far, haven’t you? Letting me get tortured by demons, allowing me to almost die, not helping when I got hit by that car?” You gestured angrily with your broken wrist. “You’re lucky Sam and Dean have’t killed you yet for being such an ignorant jerk!” Spitting out the last words, you went into the kitchen and pulled a beer out of the fridge. Gabriel sulked into the kitchen and you glared at him. “Why are you even still here?”
“Because there’s demons outside the bunker, I’m here to keep you safe,” he spat back at you. Your insides grew cold and you slowly set down your bottle.
“Demons? Outside the bunker? H-How? They’re not supposed to be able to find it!”
“Well it looks like you’re not as safe as you thought here, huh, cupcake? Finish your beer, they won’t get in. Even if they do, they’ll have to get through me to get to you.” Gabe’s last sentence calmed your nerves immediately and you nodded, sipping your drink again. “You know I love you, right? That I’d do anything for you?” You nodded again. Regret burned through your brain and you sighed.
“I’m sorry, Gabe. You were just trying to reassure me and I shouldn’t have yelled and-” He cut you off with a wave of his hand.
“It’s okay, Y/N. I get it. You’re stressed and upset. It happens to the best of us.” Gabriel gave you a lopsided smile and you let your own peek through. He snapped and a beer appeared in his other hand. “Cheers,” he said, lifting it in the air with a smile.
