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shelbgrey · 2 years

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Gabriel As Your Garudian Angel

~ first of all its the first and almost only thing he has ever tooken seriously

~when he found out he didn't really care. Michael and Lucifer were desened to inhabit the Winchesters bodies and he got the boring job of being Bobby Singer's Nieces.

~when he first met you he immediately took the roll. He Loved your personality and stuck around.

~you were a kid when you first met so you just thought he was an imaginary friend.

~he hung around in your toddler years but slowly stopped showing up when you befriend Sam and dean

~he felt like you didn't need him anymore so he protected you from a far

~after awhile you forget the angel and figured the boy with golden wings was an imaginary friend.

~you didn't have encounter intill years. You were an adult and a hunter.

~your first case involving him he was just know as the trickster. He left you untouched but screwed with Sam and Dean.

~that pattern continued when with the mystery spot Fiasco. Gabe knew how much you cared for Dean so he didn't put you in the time loop with Sam.

~that same time period he didn't bring Dean back till you asked.

~during his TV land joke he purposely put you and the boys in shows you liked. Like Dr. Sex MD was based off Greys anatomy(a show you liked)

~after that you confronted him while he was in the holy fire.

~ “I'm always left untoched during your practical jokes, why is that?”

~“you don't remember me? I'm hurt Sugar”

~for some reason you showed murcy on him and convinced the boys to let him go.

~“I always thought you were my imaginary friend”

~“I stopped hanging around because you had the boys... I guess I thought you didn't need me anymore so I protected you from a far”

~after that he wouldn't leave you alone. It annoyed the hell out of the boys but you brushed it off.

~he'd always wake you up with his favorite song heat of the moment. Or he'd wake you up like an alarm that was set on radio mode.

~“Gooooodd Morning miss. Y/n Singer. It's a beautiful day in Lawrence Kansas. The weather is gonna be sunny and dry. But better get ready because the forecast predicts a pesky Windego on the loose. I'm your host Gabriel the Trickster”

~you guys grew close and your friendship kinda turned romantic to both of your fright.

~guardian angels aren't supposed to fall in love with their person. It was just the rules.

~then again when did gabe ever follow the rules.

~after yours and Dean's failed atempt to a relationship gabe flew in.

~it started off casual. You slept together once or twice but Never confermed anything.

~not wanting that in a relationship you told him how you felt.

~“everyday I'd wake up to your stupid music and your stupid voice. I feel in love deeper and deeper with you”

~you kept it on the down low afraid of how the boys would react. But after one of his tricks it came out, but it also caused Sam to break his arm.

~that was the biggest flaw in your relationship. His ability to not care that he screws with your Family.

~“I'm tired of you hurting them all the time. We're a team. If you hurt them, you hurt me...some guardian angel you are”

~that hurt the both of you but it proved you two were ment to stay friends. It also made you realize the whole relationship was something you guys wanted to do because it was going against the rules.

~he reminded faithful to his Job and his friendship to you. He even helped you fix your relationship with Dean(which is who you belong with).

~the first time you watched him died hurt worse than any wound you got on the job. He lied there lifeless after saving you from Lucifer.

~the boys didn't know how to comfort you. It felt like part of you was missing.

~after you found out Asmodeus had captured and torchored gabe you were beyond furious.

~gabe was beyond scared when he was in the bunker but he trusted you. It was your turn to protect him.

~you where the one to convince him to take his grace and heal himself.

~“I need you gabe, I can't lose you again”

~ he stayed around again and even helped you look after Jack who you took under your wing. He took the role of an uncle oddly seriously.

~then came your time in purgatory. You were determined to get jack back and gabe wasn't gonna let you go alone. Even if you had your boyfriend Dean. And by the laws of heaven he had no choice.

~that wasn't his mind set. You were and always be his best friend. There ain't no him with out you.

~he never left your side during your time in purgatory. It angered Dean but gabe could care less. It was unnatural for him because you'd think he'd take it to his advantage but he didn't.

~during that time Lucifer teased the both of you. It infuriated gabe and he did his best to keep distance between the both of you.

~“lay one hand on her it'll be the last thing you ever do”

~during the cold nights you lied awake next to gabe wrapped in his leather jacket.

~when it was time for you to leave gabe didn't make it back. And he was gone for real this time.

~it took all Sam's power to pull you back as you screamed and cried his name.

~while everyone celebrated there return home you stayed in your room in the bunker crying in his leather jacket he left with you.

~the pockets of the jacket were filled with candy wrappers(you never took them out).

~What hurt the worst was there was a gold feather in the pocket as well. His feather.

~you wore it on a necklace and psychologically it made you feel safer.

~after he died your post hunt injuries hurt worse and they were more often. That proved gabe did his job well.

~Dean didn't know how to help you. He comforted you when you cried but Castile was the only one that willingly talked to you about it.

~“he really did care about you... In fact him being your guardian angel was the only thing he ever took seriously.”

~Cas later tried to take the job because he thought gabe would want that but her couldn't.

~you only get one gaurdian angel and gabe was the best and only one.

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perplexedflower · 2 years

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SPN Drabbles - 2/14: Kitchen Make Up

Fandom: Supernatural.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Gabriel x Female Reader.

Type: Drabble.

Words: 550.

Chronology: Any season.

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"You're still here... and you're making pancakes?"

I stared dumbfounded at Gabriel, standing in the middle of my kitchen, a frying pan in hand. Hearing the sound of my voice, he turned around and beamed a smile.

"Oh, good morning sunshine." He said joyfully.

"Don't smile at me like that, Gabe. I thought I had made it clear when I told you I wanted you out of this house last night."

"And I thought I had made it clear when I told you I wouldn't leave until this entire thing would be sorted out."

"There's nothing to sort out." I told him with a sigh.

"Oh, sure there is." He replied without looking at me, too busy flipping a pancake in his pan. "You told me you wanted to risk your life going on a hunt that could kill you and the Winchesters, I tried to talk you out of it, and you kicked me out because of it."

"Because I don't want you to talk me out of it. I want you to support me in my decision, and tell me it'll go as planned and that everything will be fine. Because I love hunting, and-"

"And I love you." He cut me off with slight bitterness in his voice. "I love you, [Y/N]. That's why I don't want you to go, that's why I'm being so overprotective with you. Not because I want you to stop doing what you love doing."

I was taken aback by his words and their straightforwardness, leaving me silent. Gabriel took a few steps toward me, walking away from the stove.

"And you can't deny you love me back, you've made this fact very clear, sweetheart. And... I'm sure I'm not the only one of us not wanting such a pointless quarrel to damage our relationship."

I looked up into his eyes, so warm and tender, and read the sincerity of his words in them. I knew he was right and had a point, but I hated to admit it. I looked over his shoulder before crossing my arms on my chest.

"Well, if what you want is make up for last night, you won't buy me back with pancakes."

"Who even said they were for you?" He asked sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes as I watched him make his way back to the stove, and add one more pancake to a pile stacked on a plate, on the counter.

"Like you're gonna eat this many." I scoffed.

"You wanna bet?" He asked playfully as he raised an eyebrow.

Looking at the counter, I realized he had made quite the mess, and that my kitchen was in a pitiful state.

"Why did you go through all this trouble anyway? You could've just snapped all these pancakes into existence."

"Because I wanted to make them, not create them." Gabriel said lovingly, a hint of passion in his tone. "I wanted to bake them myself, for you. They wouldn't have been the same if I had just materialized them."

Listening to him, I felt ashamed: I had put myself before his feelings, but he was still so caring toward me.

"Gabe..."

I slowly walked up behind him and gently circled his waist as I rested my head on his back.

"... Let's talk over some pancakes, honey."

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marvelmymarvel · 1 year

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Forced Confession

Guardian!Gabriel x Reader

Synopsis: Cas let Dean in on a little theory about who the trickster was, and the only way to test it was by putting you in danger.

The room was cold but the way he looked at you felt warm. Sam and Dean continued interrogating the trickster, but something felt off. Dean noticed the looks he was throwing your way and decided to test out the theory Cas told him before coming here. Turning, he grabbed your wrist before yanking you towards him. "Dean-" your words fell silent in your throat as Dean's switchblade pressed against your neck. Your eyes widened in fear, hands going to his wrist to try and pull him off of you.

The trickster's eyes widened and he started to step toward you both. "I wouldn't come closer if I was you. I'll slit her pretty little throat before you move an inch."

"Sam!" You screamed out, hand flying towards the younger Winchester, hoping he'd help. But he just stood there. "Now listen here you prick. I don't know why she's important to you but I don't care. Tell us who you are or she's dead"

"Dean please why are you doing this" you cried out, your fingernails raking deep welts into his skin as you tried to squirm away. The trickster didn't budge, but Dean saw the way his eye twitched at the sight of you. But it wasn't enough.

Dean made a note to apologize to you later before pressing the blade harder against your throat. You cried out in pain as it lightly cut into your skin, droplets of blood hitting the surface of the cold sharp metal. "TELL US WHO YOU ARE!"

"DEAN PLEASE" your choked cry and flailing body is what caused the man before you to snap.

"GABRIEL!"

You let out a breath as Dean lifted the knife off of your throat. "They call me Gabriel" you flew over to Sam, crashing into him and pushing yourself deeply into his side. Gabriel's eyes were trained on you, concern oozed from him. "And you're Y/N's guardian angel... The archangel Gabriel"

You almost missed Dean's statement, what with all the adrenaline and fear pumping through your veins. But once the words registered in your brain did you understand why Dean did what he did, and you promised to give him hell once you were on your way to the next motel.

"Yes. Man... Castiel cannot keep a secret can he..." Gabriel muttered, his eyes shifting back to Dean. His concern and worry soon being replaced with anger. "How dare you threaten her to get information out of me. Aren't you her friend?!"

"Oh I am. But we needed to know who the hell you were-"

"Couldn't you have told her beforehand!? Honestly, do you even know the amount of FEAR that ran through her? Could you FEEL IT? NO! No, you couldn't have because you aren't constantly tapped into her entire soul. I know her, have known her for her entire life and you dare threaten her well-being to get my name?!" Gabriel's anger grew and grew the more he went on. You looked over to Dean who, you could tell, was growing a tad embarrassed for using you like bait.

A hand touched your bicep, making you jump despite being glued to Sam's side. Cas stood beside you, trying to pull you away from what was happening. "Get her out of here Cas" Dean muttered. You opened your mouth to interject but Cas had zapped you away before you got the chance. You landed softly on edge of the bed in the motel room, sighing in exasperation as you rubbed your tired eyes.

"If I would have known Dean would have done this I wouldn't have told him my theory" Cas stated sheepishly. His hand rose to your throat and you watched him icily, not quite sure how to feel about all that just happened. Cas didn't press and instead laid his fingers against the cut itself. A bright light emitted from below his fingertips and warmth spread across your skin. You hissed slightly at the sting, never liking how it felt to be healed.

"Am I safe without him by me?" You whispered out into the room, fear now consuming you once more as you thought about all the things that could happen. "You have me I suppose-"

"You barely answer our prayers to being with Castiel...."

His eyes trailed down to where his fingers lay still on your neck, "Guardians don't physically have to be with you. They can save no matter where they are-"

"Then why did he seem scared? He didn't want to walk forward because Dean was threatening to slice my throat open but if what you say is true he didn't have to"

Cas sighed, he was regretting ever telling Dean about this in the first place. While Cas wasn't "tapped into your soul" like Gabriel was, he still could feel the anxiety rolling off of you like violent waves. "Gabriel's always been... On edge with you. He doesn't think things through sometimes but he'd do anything to keep you safe. I guess that's why he froze and didn't take a chance with plans B or C."

"What would those plans be?" You asked, both equally intrigued and frightened by this power. "You don't want to know. Trust me" you nodded at his words, accepting them as fact and moving on to the next topic. "Cas. Can you I ask you something?" Cas nodded silently up at you, hoping and praying that what you were going to ask wasn't going to be too complex.

"Is it bad to be attracted to your guardian angel?"

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lokischickadee · 4 months

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He's so bbg!! 😩

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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The Candy Wrapper Mystery and Jokes lead to Happy Endings (It’s Nice Pt. 2)

Pairing: Gabriel/ Plus size! witch reader

Characters: Plus size! witch reader, Gabriel the archangel, Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Gabriel is a little shit, Jack is adorable, Dean is hungry, Sam is... well- Sam, it’s supernatural crack honestly, everyone is a punk for like five seconds, reader is nice and feeds the boys, fluff, reader using her magic on Gabriel, sweet moment between Gabriel and reader

Word Count: 3,234

Part 1

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In your half-awake mind, you crumble the wrapper in your hand and roll over, falling back asleep.

You sense something is off with aura of your room and open your eyes. You don’t see anything and close your eyes once more.

“Are you awake?” A voice asks.

Your body jolts, your heartbeat speeds up. "Oh, my goodness,” you sigh, resting your hand over your eyes. “Jack, honey, what are you doing here?”

"Sam said I should see if you were awake but, you were not, and I thought it would be best if I stayed with you and waited until you were."

You can’t see him but, you know he has that adorable small smile dancing on his lips. “Jack?”

“Yes?”

“How about you go wait outside or head to the kitchen and I’ll get ready. Today we’ll make pancakes… if Dean isn’t already there eating everything.”

He chuckles, “okay.” He pushes himself off the chair beside your bed and heads for the door. Jack turns around, “can we make chocolate chip pancakes?”

You lift your head off your pillow looking over at him, “of course, we can. You may have to fight Gabriel for the chocolate chips though.”

“I think once he finds out what we’re doing, it’ll be okay.”

“What makes you say that?”

A small mischievous smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “No reason.”

You furrow your brows, “I don’t know whether to be concerned or not.”

“You shouldn’t,” he shakes his head with an innocent smile.

You slowly nod, “okay.”

Jack exits your room, giving you privacy so you can change.

You barely have enough time to close the door when a hand tugs on your wrist, pulling you down the hall. “Woah! Okay, someone is very eager to make something new today.”

“Of course, I am. I always enjoy making food with you.”

“Aw, that’s so sw-”

“I like watching when you kick out Uncle Gabriel.”

Your attitude deflates ever so slightly, that’s certainly not what you were expecting him to like. You let out a quiet sigh, “thanks.”

“Are we ready to make some choco chip pancakes?” You ask as you grab a mixing bowl and the whisk. “Oh, Jack, can you get the box of pancake mix?”

He lets out a quiet, “mmhmm.”

“Thanks, sweetie.”

“What’s choco chip?”

You stand up, setting the items on the counter, “it’s an abbreviation for chocolate chips.”

He nods, mouthing the word, “oh.”

“I’ll get the mix going and you can add the chocolate chips, yeah?” You glance over to find Jack with a wide smile stretching across his lips, “okay.”

He patiently waits, holding the open bag while you mix the batter.

“Okay, I’m done mixing, but I need you to slowly add those in. Can you do that?”

He nods, “I got this.”

You’re happy you grabbed the biggest bowl. “Looks like we’re having pancakes all day today.”

“Is that not a good thing?”

You shake your head, “for humans not so much but it’s okay because we’re having fun and you’re learning that you should use a measuring cup.”

“I am?”

“Yep.”

“I smell pancakes.”

“Stay out of this kitchen, Winchester.”

Dean pouts, standing in the doorway. “You’re so mean.”

“I am anything but.”

“I added the choco chips,” Jack chimes in with a wide smile on his face.

“I recommend starting off with one pancake, Dean. We don’t want your acid reflux to get agitated.”

“You make me sound like an old man.”

“I do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not.”

“Do-” He looks around the doorway. “Did you just spell me out of the kitchen?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“That’s cruel even for you.”

“It’s the proper punishment for messing with me.”

“But I-”

“Bye, Dean.”

He grumbles under his breath as he walks away.

“He’ll be back soon.”

You sigh, “I know.”

“And we’re done,” you tell the young Nephilim with a smile.

“Hope you made extra, babycakes.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes, “and if I say no?”

“I’ll just make more appear.”

“But it won’t have the special ingredient,” Jack adds.

“Oh, yeah? And, what’s that, kiddo?”

“Love,” the Nephilim answers with a smile.

“That’s right, Jack. See,” you place a hand on the young man’s shoulder, “he gets it.”

Gabriel narrows his eyes at you, making it seem like he’s upset but you know he’s joking. He raises his hands, “alright, alright. I get it. I’ll be patient.”

You purse your lips to hide your smirk and laughter.

“Hey, babycakes, I can be patient… when it counts,” he throws a wink in your direction.

Jack tilts his head, looking back at you, “what does that mean?”

You sigh, staring at him with a deadpan expression, “are you happy?”

“When I get free treats? Always.”

With an eye roll, you guide Jack over towards the small table so, he can sit down to enjoy another treat made by him (technically made by the two of you but he helped you a lot and you can’t help but be proud of him). “Let’s sit down and eat, yeah?”

He gives you an enthusiastic nod.

Gabriel sits in the chair across from him, “patiently” waiting for his food.

You give each of them three pancakes to start off with (explaining to Jack how you didn’t want him to get nauseous from all the sweets).

Gabriel was already almost halfway through his first one when he turned to you, who’s cleaning up yours and Jack’s mess. “Where are you gonna sit?”

“I’m cleaning.”

“I could just snap my fingers and it’ll be clean.”

“No,” you’re quick to look back at him, “no. Last time you did that, we wound up with you snapping me away to your-” You glance over at Jack before moving back onto the archangel, “special “Gabriel cave” away from- well, all of this.”

“You had fun.”

“I plead the fifth.”

“I’m done, can I go to the library now?” Jack interrupts.

A smile stretches cross your lips, “of course, you can. You know you don’t have to ask.”

“I didn’t want to be rude.”

“Can I come in now?”

You roll your eyes at the sound of Dean’s pathetic whines. “Yes, Dean.”

He walks through the doorway, passing by the younger male with a wide smile stretching across his face and sits in Jack’s seat. “I’m ready.”

“Keep your pants on.”

“I can promise that, but I can’t promise I won’t unbuckle my belt or unbutton my pants.”

You shiver as you set his plate in front of him. “Gross.”

“Hey! We both know I don’t mean it like that.”

“Do we though?”

He mimics your voice, “do we though? Shut up.” He pouts when he sees one pancake on the plate. “Why is there only one here? I recall asking for a stack.”

“First of all, I’m not your maid. Second, Jack may or may not have dumped the whole bag of chocolate chips into the batter.”

He turns around in the chair, staring at you with a raised brow.

You groan, dropping the spoon back into the sink as you look over your shoulder to answer him. “Closer to may have. You happy?”

“Not yet.” He cuts up his food and takes a bite. “Now I am.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“Don’t talk with your-” he stops talking as he coughs, doing his best to keep the bite in his mouth.

How could he ever waste a bite of something you made? Answer, never, not even while he chokes on the food because he loves it so much… after his own, of course.

You lift the glass of water into his hand guiding him to drink. “This is why we don’t joke around while we’re eating.”

“You know this reminds of the time when that joke, “you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink” and this is exactly how it happened,” Gabriel chimes in, taking another bite of his food.

You turn to him, “what does this have to do with that?”

“I was the reason the joke was invented.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“Yes, I was.”

“Prove it.”

“I can’t.”

“See.”

“Oh, you’re good.” He points his fork at you, “you’re very good.”

“Could you two flirt somewhere else? The sexual tension is enough to almost ruin my appetite,” Dean says before taking another sip.

“If you’re so sick, why don’t you leave?” You ask.

“I said almost.”

You roll your eyes. “Put your plates in the sink when you’re done.”

“Where are you going?” Gabriel asks.

Dean’s too into his food to care.

“Laundry. I got flour, batter, and syrup on my last clean shirt. I need clothes if we’re going on another hunt soon.”

“I could just-”

“No! I don’t want to look like a hooker.”

“A classy hooker.”

“Nope.” You shake your head, walking away.

He stuffs his face as he watches you walk away. If only he could-

“Would you make a move already?”

“What?”

Dean sighs. “Either you make a move and ask her out or you stop giving her mixed signals. It’s annoying for me and sad for you.”

“I don’t… give her mixed signals. Do I?”

“Yeah, but she’s too into her head to realize that you actually like her.”

“What should I do?”

“I don’t know, this is all on you buddy not me. And, if you hurt her or do anything to make her sad, I will kick your ass. I’ve still got some holy oil.”

The archangel narrows his eyes, “is that a threat, Winchester?”

“Hell, yeah it is.” Dean pushes himself out of the chair, “you better put your plate in the sink. I’m not going down for you.”

“You really know how to warm a girl’s heart, Deano.”

The older Winchester ignores the archangel as he walks out of the kitchen, needing to lay down and take a nap. To be honest, the fact that you were making pancakes was the main reason he got out of bed this morning.

Gabriel debates on finishing off the rest (which he could) but he decides to hold off and not eat any since he didn’t see you or the big one aka Sam, have any kind of breakfast.

And now he has an idea.

He starts to prepare a plate for you because Sam’s a big boy who can prepare his meal for himself, but the archangel feels the need to take care of you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

“Guess who’s back, babycakes.”

You wave your hand; he stops unable to move any part of his body except for his eyes. “I told you to stop trying to sneak up on me. If Dean can’t do it, why do you think you can?”

His eyes soften, you want to scoff at his puppy dog eyes but don’t and decide it’s best to unfreeze him.

“Go away, Gabriel.” You look away from him and return to your previous task, hanging all of your clean clothes.

“But you’re fun.”

You scoff, “sure, I am.”

“You are.”

“I’m sure I am. The only fun thing about me is that I can bake and cook food like a- I don’t want to say boss because that feels weird but I’m gonna use it anyway. And I hunt things most people don’t believe in. Yeah, so fun.”

“Don’t forget you have an excellent sweet tooth,” he tells you as he unwraps a piece of candy he pulled out of his pocket.

You glance over at him as he lays down on your bed, the wrapper falling into your recently folded sheets. You furrow your brows, trying to figure out where you’ve seen this wrapper recently. “Did you-” You stop yourself from finishing the question you want to ask.

He stares at you with a raised brow, half wanting to take a quick peek into your mind to figure out what you’re trying to ask but the other half tells him not to. He almost chokes on the candy when he realizes how much he likes you to respect you. “Ask me.”

You shake your head, grabbing your hangers with your clean clothes hooked onto them and hang them in the small but perfectly sized armoire.

“You’re making it seem like it’s a kinky question. You know you can ask me anything babycakes.”

“Were you in my room last night?”

That certainly took him by surprise. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I did but I’m going through a phase where I only hear what I want to, and I wasn’t listening.”

“Were you or were you not in my room last night?”

He pauses, unsure if he should be honest or not to freak you out.

“I’m taking your silence as a yes,” you mutter loud enough for him to hear as you close the doors to your armoire.

“I didn’t- I- you wouldn’t let me go,” he weakly argues.

“Seriously? You’re blaming me about unable being able to let you go but when you were hit with a spell that made you human for less than twenty-four hours, you were the one who wouldn’t let go even went as far to mumble and plead for me not to leave.”

He chews the last of his candy before answering you. “I did not.”

You chuckle, “you did too.”

He walks behind you as move around the room and put the rest of your clothes in your dresser. “Did not.”

“Now you’re arguing with me like a child.”

“No, no. I’m not.”

You chuckle, “yes, you are-” Your eyes widen at the sensation of his lips against yours.

He pulls back when you don’t respond.

“Uh-”

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, no,” you swallow the saliva that got stuck in your throat. “It’s- it’s fine. I don’t... totally unwelcome it.”

“You don’t?”

You shake your head. “Not one bit.”

The corner of his lips tugs upward as he leans against the wall closest to your dresser, “so I should do it again?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes and walk out of your room. “I regret saying anything.”

“No, you don’t.” He follows after you.

“I’m not talking to you anymore.”

“Oh, come on. You can’t tell me that and then pretend like you don’t mean it.”

“Yes, I can.” You walk back into the kitchen to start preparing a late lunch so Sam and Dean can get a head start on the next hunt after they pack up everything in baby. You pull out the can of whipped cream and hand it to him. “Go away and enjoy this.”

“Kinky, babycakes.”

You groan, “no. Just- stay out of the kitchen while I make the boys some food for the road, okay?”

“I won’t be far.”

“Don’t keep that promise.”

“Oh, but I will.”

You roll your eyes as he walks out but you can’t hide the smile that sneaks up onto your face.

You didn’t hear Dean walk in until he speaks up. “Why do you look like you got laid?” He grimaces when the imagine quickly runs through his mind before trying to erase it. “Ew! Did you? No! No. I don’t want to know.”

You scoff through your nose, “seriously Dean?”

“What?” He shrugs, grabbing a chair to sit in front of you.

“You want to know if I did or didn’t get laid, you pervert!”

“I’m not a pervert,” he responds, with his mouth full.

You smack his hand, stopping him from eating anything else.

He whines, holding his hand.

“Stop being a baby.”

“I’m not being a baby,” he mumbles. “Shut up. You’re the only one who got laid today.”

“I didn’t you weirdo.”

“But he definitely did something to get you to smile like that.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yeah, he didn��t. I totally believe you.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“I’m just happy he took my advice and did something.”

“What advice?”

“I told him to stop mooning over you and do something. I was tied of the sexual tension between you two. I was close to not eating.”

“Wow.”

“I know, me not eating. Who would have thought.”

“No, not that you idjit.”

“Watch it,” he says, pointing a finger at you.

You roll your eyes. “I’m talking about you giving him advice. When did you do that?”

“Oh, earlier. Before you left to do whatever. Can you make me a BLT?”

“I already am. Answer me.”

“I- he was just staring at you earlier and he was trying to get you to eat, and it was just- it was pathetic.”

“Pathetic for him or for me?”

“We already went over this. You are amazing and anyone, even,” he gags.

You chuckle through your nose and smack his arm.

“Even that annoying archangel would be lucky to have you.” He pushes himself out of the chair and throws an arm around your shoulders. “Because you are amazing, and anyone would be lucky enough to be with you… and whoever that lucky bastard is to enjoy your food.”

You can’t help but chuckle at the comment. “You’re an idiot.”

“I think you were right earlier when you called me and idjit.”

“Yeah.” You gently shove him away. “Now, go finish packing so I can get your guys food done.”

Dean leaves without any arguments.

Jack pops his head in, “are making something new?”

“Nah, just packing the boys’ food.”

“Can you make it three?”

“You’re going too?”

He nods.

“Had I known that I would have made something special for you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“Yes,” you nod. “Yes, I do and I am. Now, you my favorite little Nephilim have to leave, or you’ll ruin the surprise.”

He sheepishly smiles. “Okay.”

“Oh, and make sure Dean is packed. You know how he is.”

“Got it.”

“Okay, here’s your food. Rabbit style for Sam.”

He gives you a small, quick smile as he takes his food.

“Junk food for the old man.” You hand Dean his food as he doesn’t respond as he snatches the bag out of your hands.

“And some healthy food for a growing boy,” you lean in, whispering to Jack, “along with a few treats.”

His lips tug upwards into a big smile. “Thank you.”

“Of course. I expect all of you to be careful and look out for one another.”

“Yes, mother.”

“Don’t give me attitude, Dean Archibald Winchester.”

“That’s not my middle name.”

“I know. Bye.”

“So, we’re alone now.”

“I thought you left,” you say, mindlessly scrolling through your watch list.

“I couldn’t leave my favorite witch alone, now, could I?”

“You could have.”

He settled onto your bed who less than a foot from you. “This is where the party’s at though.”

“Fine. You can stay here as long as you’re quiet.”

“No problem.”

After getting throw one movie and half-way through another, your eyes started to become harder to keep open.

You eventually give in and fall asleep, turning onto your other side when you need to be more comfortable, snuggling into the archangel.

He welcomes the sensation of the warmth coming from you and slowly wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer. He stares at you for a few minutes, not wanting to miss anything you do. The corners of his mouth tugs upwards, knowing that he is one hundred and ten percent absolutely smitten with you.

#supernatural #supernatural imagines #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #supernatural x plus size reader #supernatural x plus size!reader #gabriel imagine #gabriel imagines #gabriel x reader #gabriel the archangel x reader #gabriel the archangel x plus size reader #GABRIEL THE ARCHANGEL #gabriel the archangel x plus size!reader #supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural fanfic #crazyk-imagine

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deep-space-lines · 1 month

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I know Gabriel is canonically really popular with Heaven’s residents but there’s bound to be some heavenly loser with pronoun envy

#my art #ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #i love angel pronoun lore #he earned those pronouns fair and square and now he gets to wear a he/him pin like the badges on military uniforms #of course he has blue wings and pronouns #also can you fuckin imagine being a virtue??#imagine you live your entire life as a Good Christian(tm) and then u get to heaven and find out not only do u still have to work a 9 to 5 #you have to do it in hell #forever #man i’d be salty too #straka's shitposts #sketches

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jascurka · 6 months

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babygirl........

#you know how that one tumblr post goes.. i want that man in ways that would have me expelled from the kingdom of god #people who hate on his design im sorry you have no taste #hey wait now this brings back some memories of how I imagined adrien in metamorphosis it is more or less like this??? ohoohoo #miraculous ladybug #ml paris special #miraculous paris special #gabriel agreste #betterfly #sketches #ml #my art

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maggie44paint · 2 months

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I absolutely despise how I drew Gabriel here but V1 serves cunt

Happy (early) Valentine's Day!

#ultrakill #ultrakill v1 #ultrakill gabriel #gabv1el #ultrakill fanart #fanart #my art #i used way too much sparkles on this but it needed that cheesy valentine's aesthetic #imagine ur head being used as a valentine's gift funniest shit ever

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hypnos333 · 3 months

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My Heavens

Lucifer Morningstar x Ex Wife Reader Gabriel x Wife Reader

Pt 1- left her behind

Synopsis: You moved on and had a kid with another archangel

You gave birth throughout those centuries to twins, Caelum and Kailani. A boy and girl both have your color hair and eyes but your husband personally a shyness. Also both archangels.

You happily watch them grow with you husband as you both teaches them how to guide people into hopefulness and into following God.

Now they’re one hundred and ninety five years old in age and you are proud of them even though there still kinda of teenagers. You and gabriel were still proud but now with the extermination coming up you had to put your family first no matter the cost.

During the meeting with Charlie Morningstar that’s when you started feeling under the weather making you children go with their father instead of you going sick.

Charlie went up to your daughter mistaking it as you, “Woah Dad was right you are beautiful but you looks so young, Oh Right i’m Charlie you must be ___. My dad has been talking about you nonstop” Charlie rambled making Kailani raise her eyebrows.

“Sorry to burst your bubble but ___ is actually my mother” Kailani stated, “Both of our mother” Caelum add making Charlie look at the twins in shock.

“W-What?” Charlie asks as Vaggie approaches her.

“Yep sweetheart, we’re twins, Shocked? You are the only one that is” Caelum said rolling his eyes the princess stupidness. Kailani slapped her brother on the back of his head before laughing it off.

“Haha ignore my brother, it’s just your the only one who doesn’t noticed our similarities” Kailani said more kindly.

Vaggie pulls a still shock Charlie back to there seats but before they even made it Gabriel landed in front of them. “A-Ah Charlie, Vaggie I see you have met my children, my apologies about them they’re about bit of a hand full like they’re mother” He joked making Charlie gape at him.

“You and ___ had kids???” She questions him trying to get answers for her dad.

“Well of course married and have a new child on the way” Gabriel chuckled making Charlie feel bad about her dad not having this future with his first love.

“Ah I see well congratulations” She faked a smile as she congratulated him and his family.

“Thank you Miss. Morningstar and I hope you have the future you want” Gabriel said before flying away to his children.

After the meeting, Lucifer waited impatiently to hear the news from Charlie.

“What did ya hear Charlie? Did she accept me back to her life?” He asked his daughter hopefully making her looked down before grabbing his hand and slowly putting her wedding ring back into his hand. His smile drop looking at his daughter in fear.

“I’m so sorry dad but she’s married to another archangel named Gabriel and had twins the same age as me with another one on the way” Charlie explained to him.

Lucifer tried to hold into his tears but couldn’t as he sobs falling down to the floor. Charlie hold her dad as he sobs in her shoulder. “I-It’s all my f-fault” He cries out making Charlie console him.

#lucifer morningstar x reader #gabriel x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x you #Lucifer x ex wife reader

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supernaturalfreewill · 1 year

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There was a pounding on the front door and you went to answer it, already tense. It was exactly who you expected it to be when you pulled it open.

“Uhhhh why is the house warded?”

You crossed your arms and gave hime a steely stare. “Probably to keep out angels.” “Anyone I know?” he retorted, his lips curving in that wide boyish smile. It faded quickly when there was no sign of amusement on your face. He ran a hand back through his hair and straightened up, relinquishing his hold on the doorframe. “You’re angry,” he observed.

You scoffed. “Where were you? I waited for four fucking hours, Gabe, and you didn’t show up. I was sitting there waiting, and I felt like an idiot! How am I supposed to explain you not showing up to my parents?”

“I—there was a candy store and you know how rabid my sweet tooth is,” he joked, cocking another smile he hoped would disarm you. That wasn’t what happened though.

You swore under your breath and grabbed the door, getting ready to slam it in his face. “You can be such a prick sometimes!” There was a glassiness in your eyes now and he crumbled, his carefree façade falling away. “Whoa, whoa—Wait! WAIT! I’m sorry! I’m really sorry...” It was the softness in his voice that stopped you, but you gave him a hesitant stare. “I just—you know I have... issues with—”

“Gabriel, this was important to me. Regardless of your family issues, I expected you to be there for me with mine. And you weren’t. I honestly don’t know where this leaves us... If I can’t count on you to be there for me when it counts, what are we doing?” Gabriel was staring at you, devastation cresting over his face. His voice was sincere and vulnerable this time. “I know that I screwed up. I know. I’m so sorry. I wish I could go back and kick my own ass and change it but just—just tell me how to make it up to you and I will. I promise it won’t happen again, just tell me what to do—”

You stared at the dewiness in his eyes and the genuine remorse written all over his face. “Figure out how to solve this one on your own. I’m not gonna tell you what to do.”

He straightened up, slightly renewed. “Okay. I can do that. I will. I’m—Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. You have to know that.”

You nodded, feeling yourself wavering as his golden eyes met yours. “I know. Just—do better. And I need some time.” Closing the door again was one of the hardest things you’d ever done. Prompt: “You can be such a prick sometimes!” Happy Supporting Character Saturday Sunday!

#gabriel imagines #spn imagines #supernatural #gabe x reader #gabe x y/n #gabe fluff

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Heyy!

my ask is

can i get something like the reader is gabriel's girlfriend but She is also sam and dean's little sister?

first time i ask someone🥲

greetings from hungary!🇭🇺

Thanks for the request buddie, hope it's okay this is in Headcanon form and greetings from the US🇺🇸

The Winchester and the Trickster: Gabe Headcanons

Paring: Gabriel x Winchester!Reader

Summary: headcanons on what it's like to be the youngest winchester and dating Gabe

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Your guys story starts before you even knew it did.

Gabe is your guardian angel and knew who you were for a long time. His job as your Garudian Angel is the only thing he took seriously.

If you and choose to be together you might keep it a secret at first.

Not only are you a hunter your the youngest winchester, which means the brothers are extremely over protective of you.

It took a while for you to except gabes love but you don't regret it what so ever.

He may seem like a villan to everyone else but he treats you like a queen.

After a while you and him do get cought by Sam. Gabe decided to stay over at the bunker one night after the boys went on a hunt. You both were in the middle of a heated make out sessions when Sam walked in.

Dean didn't like it one bit. He didn't trust Gabe and he sure as hell didn't want gabe around you.

Sam on the other had was questionable about it but tried to see it your way.

After a while the boys got over it and even started getting along with him.

I think him and Dean would intentionally get on each other's nerves and constantly teas each other.

Sam and him get along okay but Sam gets tired of the sarcasm.

Gabe will help out on hunts as much as possible but he's mainly there to protect you. You'll come out of a hunt without a scratch with him, that's a promise.

He never fails to make you laugh and always has you smiling.

His kisses are rough and passionate. They're usually unexpected and he isn't afraid to kiss you in front of your brothers.

You love his wings. With the gaurdian angel connection your the only one who can see his golden wings.

Be prepared for candy wrappers and angel feathers every where. Mainly in your shared room in the bunker.

He'll watch whatever show you love at the time and will always try to enjoy the music you love.

You'll qoute movies and make movie reference together all the time.

He'll go under cover with you for a hunt all the time. His favorite FBI names to use is Agent Scully and Mulder.

He's the best cuddler. You never slept well with a the anxiety that comes with being a hunter but if he's there with his arms around you, you have enough peace and comfter to sleep well.

You'll help him prank your brothers all the time. No matter the consequence it's worth the laugh.

Castiel is your best friend so be prepared for some jealousy. That's gabes down fall.

He trusts and loves you but he's afraid you'll find someone better and leave him. There's always been a part of him that thinks he's too bad for you.

That's not true. You love every part of him but he had to stop hurting your brothers before you could continue to date him.

Speaking of which. During all his torture and pranks he's pulled you were never harmed. He knew how close you a Dean were so he made sure you didn't see or remember him dying at the mystery spot.

He'd ask you to marry him but since the world always seemes to be ending you'd nevr have a big fancy wedding but your brothers and Castile help make a tine wedding special.

When Jack comes around the both of you take him and become his aunt and uncle or parent figures.

I think after everything calms down in the world you'd end up adopting Jack.

Even though it started off Rocky but everything is okay now. As long as he's around no harm will come.

That's all for now buds

#Gabriel x reader #Gabriel #Supernatural gabriel #Gabriel imagines #Supernatural imagines #sam winchester x reader #Dean winchester x reader #Winchester #Winchester x sister reader #Carry on my wayward son #Castiel x reader #Castiel #Sam Winchester #Dean winchester #Richard speight Jr #Rob Benedict

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muzzleroars · 3 months

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hello? hello?

can you hear me?

#ultrakill #gabriel #v1 #gabv1el #imagine being so close to death and falling in love after your whole world unravels. but not knowing if they can hear you #i think the beginning of their relationship must be very strange #gabriel pouring out everything he has left but having no idea if it's only being met by code and programming #while v1 doesn't understand how to respond. how to love. no files found #what does it do when he's holding it so tightly and he's crying. is there anything something like it can do #doodle tag

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yandereworlds · 4 months

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It's been a hot minute since I've drawn yandere gabriel from my last post, but I had to draw this menace again

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#yandere #yancore #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x reader #male yandere #//mun kiki #yandere drabbles #yanderecore #yandere headcanons #alternate gabriel #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue gabriel #yandere art #tmc #fanart

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via-l0ve · 6 months

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Hey pookie, how are you! I was wondering if you could do a romantic spn pref for sam, dean, castiel, crowley, and gabe? The plot would be that they're on a hunt with the reader and they have to infiltrait a strip club. The reader is female so she poses as a striper (she wears a white angle outfit). At one she pulls she pulls one of the guys into a private room to talk about the plan, but they see a camera in the room so the reader gives the guy a lap dance while explaining the plan as to not get caught. There is alot of sexual tension, and the guys have a crush on the reader. At this point they're only friends though. Thanks girl!

Private. (SPN Pref!) ❤️

a/n: i devoured this prompt. i am in heat. i hope you like this pookie!!!

warnings: SUGGESTIVE!!! read at your own risk, strip club, stripper!reader, lap dances, grinding, no actual smut but nsfw xx

Dean:

dean didn’t imagine this being his wednesday night.

his eyes watched you on the stage, walking around and pretending to be busy. the dainty Angel costume you were wearing hugged you in all the right places - just enough for him to imagine more.

in his distraction, he dosent realize you’re trying to get his attention.

he was suddenly pulled into one of the back, private rooms. he looked over and met your pretty eyes. he smiled.

“dean, i got info.” you smiled, closing and locking the door behind you both.

he was going to respond but his eyes caught something else. a camera. it seemed like you noticed too because you sighed.

dena watched you pull the chair to where the camera faced.

“sit.” you said in a seductive voice.

it’s just for the bit.’ dean reminded himself. he shakily sat down.

you walked toward him, back facing the camera. his eyes widened and face blushed as you started to give him a lap dance.

he was stiff as a board, too nervous to move.

“at least pretend you like it. we have to sell it so we don’t get caught.” you whisper in his ear, pressing kisses to his jawline.

shivers went down his spine and he nodded, grabbing onto your hips.

he stared into your eyes as you spoke, only being able to focus on the feeling of your hips on his, moving and grinding against him. his jaw clenched and he bit his lip, rubbing your hips with his thumbs.

you spoke about the case but he could barley hear you.

eventually you stopped, smiling at him.

“pay up, lover.” you grinned playfully.

he tried to hide his boner, giving you a forced smile as you walked away. his breath heavy and cheeks beet red.

—

Sam:

sam was nose deep in one of his papers of his research he scraped together. his cheeks were red, trying not to look up at you.

not because he didn’t want to - no. he wanted to. more than anything. but if he did, he knew he wouldn’t be able to look away.

despite his efforts, when he felt a hand on his shoulder he had to look up. it was you.

the white angel outfit you were wearing caught his attention. it was tight and revealing, something he wasn’t used to seeing you in.

“come with me.” you lean down and whisper to him. he just nodded, following you.

he then found himself sitting on a chair in one of the back rooms.

“there’s cameras. i have to play my part sammy.” you said to him, and he nodded

“anything you want.”

he blushed again as you started to give him a lap dance. his eyes widened.

you spoke softly about the case, but he could only focus on your body and how it moved atop of his own.

he pretended he was listening, but he was struggling. only feeling the fogginess of his mind and the weight of your body on his lap.

it was over much too soon for his liking

you got off of him and smiled.

“maybe we do this more often.” you said with a smirk.

—

Castiel:

poor boy

remember when he first went to the strip club

that’s him but x10 when he sees you

he’d never seen you in such clothing. not that he was complaining at all. if anything, he was ecstatic about it.

when you met his eyes from across the room, he got up and walked toward you immediately. you didn’t even have to ask (😍)

he followed you into the back rooms.

“cas. i gotta give you a lap dance.”

“what?”

“i’ve gotta play my part. is this okay?”

“…yes?”

castiel didn’t know what a lap dance was.

so when you started to actually do it

wowowowowow

he was gobsmacked.

his hands rested on your waist and he let you do whatever you had to do.

he bit back moans as he was so sensitive

but he listened intently to what you had to say about the case. his hips moved slightly with your body and his face was bright red.

he focused on your words but his eyes drank in how you moved against him and how his hands squeezed your hips

he could feel his dick throbbing against his jeans but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it

you got off of him eventually and he stayed sitting.

“c’mon. we gotta go.” you grinned and walked out before him. he was left with shaking hands and a red face.

—

Crowley:

he watched all of the people at the club with wandering eyes, stopping when he saw you

your outfit fit you perfectly and hugged you in all the right places

crowleys eyes wandered down your body as you came closer to him.

“come.” you said softly, leading him to the private rooms. he smirked.

“now, i didn’t know you wanted this, y/n.”

you just smirk and sit him down in the chair.

you start the lap dance, bringing your mouth close to his ear and whispering the plan to him, grinding your hips against his.

his hands ran over your body and hips, feeling the curves of your body and the softness of your skin

he was grinning, listening to the plan while also enjoying the thrusts and movements of your body

he wanted you to continue for hours. days. forever

but when you got off of him, he had to refrain from pulling you back onto his lap.

—

Gabe:

his eyes were on you from the start

he watched you with a passion, drinking in your appearance and how your white costume looked on your body.

the body he’d dreamed about seeing for months

that’s why he follows you into the back room without question

that’s also why he has to bite back moans when you start grinding against his lap, dancing

he watches with wide eyes, trying to listen to your words but drowning them out as he squirmed against your body weight

he gripped your hips and waist just a little bit too hard

he nodded along to the plan he wasn’t following, just watching your hips and body against his own

he let a groan slip from his lips at one point

his hips moving in rut him with your own

literally driving him insane.

but he’s not complaining

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel #castiel x reader #crowley #crowley x reader #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #sam winchester supernatural #castiel supernatural #dean winchester supernatural #gabriel x reader #gabriel spn #supernatural fic

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years

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Offers

Characters: Plus Size (Witch) reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel the archangel

Warnings: Reader is sketched out by Gabriel, Gabriel is a cocky little weirdo, Dean judges’ reader and Sam, Sam defends the reader and himself, good old fashion Winchester brother argument, mentions of drugs (thoughts of being potentially roofied) and alcohol (champagne), attempted cursing (gets bleeped)

Word Count: 1,830

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Two weeks after the mystery spot episode…

You were sitting in the diner, waiting for the Winchesters to come so you could all talk and share information on whatever’s in town.

There’s only so much information John’s journal contains, and this happens to be one of the times when they find nothing helpful in the damn thing.

But… things don’t quite turn out to be the way you planned.

They don’t know.

Sam and Dean exit baby and walk towards the diner with the former searching for you through the window.

He furrows his brows at the vacant booth (you had specifically instructed them to go to), but he wasn’t worrying (just yet) because maybe you went to the bathroom or something.

The two sit down, eyes wandering around, checking over everyone (Dean) and everything (Sam).

After about fifteen minutes, the boys start to get a little antsy and worry for your safety.

They just recently got back to talking to you and getting into your good graces and the same goes for you.

If anything were to happen when they’re supposed to be with you- they shake their heads at the thought of something bad happening to you.

The older of the two, pulls out his phone, calling you only to get your voicemail.

He grits his teeth, looking out the window, watching as cars pass by.

“Maybe she’s at the library?” Sam weakly says, interrupting his brother’s dark and chaotic thoughts about your safety.

“And, if she’s not? What are we going to do if she’s lying in a ditch somewhere with no phone, no way to call us?!”

The taller man gulps, “let’s go back to the motel and see what else we could find.”

“Do you think that’ll help us find her?”

“I don’t know what else to do but I know we have a job here and I think she would want-”

“Us to work on it when she might be dead?”

“Dean-”

“Order the food. I’ll be in the car.”

Dean slams the diner door open. He sighs, wondering what could have happened to you and praying hoping that you’re alright. He looks away from the window, staring down at the passenger seat to find a strange book that wasn’t there before.

Sam opens the door, “I got the- what’s this?” He lifts up the book so he can get inside.

His brother shrugs, “it was there when I got in.”

Sam settles himself in the seat. He opens the book, finding a folded piece of paper addressed to the two. “Uh- there’s a note in here.”

“Okay.”

“It’s for us.”

“Open it, what are you waiting for?”

Sam unfolds it, scanning through the paper. “It says that she’s safe and we shouldn’t worry.”

“Does it say who’s it from?”

“Not exactly.”

“What does that mean?”

“There’s something off with this-”

“Give me it,” Dean snatches the paper out of his hands. He pulls over and reads it. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?”

“Read it again.”

“Is this-”

Heat of the moment by Asia starts playing.

Dean groans, “you’ve got to be fu-”

You uncover your eyes to find yourself in a romantic room with- “What the hell are you doing?”

He smirks, “what’s it look like Babycakes?”

“Like you might be trying to roofie me.”

He stops pouring the champagne and looks at you with furrowed brows. “Why would I- do you think I would do that?”

You shrug, “I don’t now but kidnapping me and bringing me here certainly doesn’t help your case that’s for sure.”

He shrugs, "Would you like something to drink?" Gabriel asks, offering you the glass. He continues doing his thing, pretending as if you didn’t say something truthful about this whole situation.

You stare at him, your brows knit together in confusion and your mouth is agape. "Do I want something to- what- no! I want to go back to Sam and Dean.” You scoff, “do I want a drink? No, I don't want a bleeping..." your brows furrow closer together when the noise blocks what you’re trying to say. "bleeping... how the bleep are you doing that?"

He throws his head back, swallowing the glass of champagne in his hand, downing it in one gulp before setting the glass on the table. "Would you believe me if I said magic?" He wiggles his eyebrows in a seductive manner (or so he thinks).

You don’t say anything for a minute and continue to stare at him, hoping that he’ll get the message and understand that you think he’s crazy. "… no."

He shrugs, "either way, whether you believe me or not, it's magic."

You push your sleeves up, stomping closer towards him so you can stand in front of him. "I'm gonna magic your ass." You inwardly wince and cringe. ‘Was that really all I could come up with?’

The corner of his lips tug upwards into a playful smirk. "Oooo kinky, Babycakes. We’ll get to that later," he throws in a wink.

You stand still, brows furrowing at the sight of this cocky “trickster”. You furrow your brows in annoyance as the corner of your lip curls up in disgust. "Don't call me that."

He tilts his head, smiling like a kid in a candy shop, "why not?"

You walk towards the unoccupied chair in front of the table covered in various treats and cross your arms. "You mean besides the fact that I don't like it." Your eyes wander away from him, checking out the cake closest to you before shaking your head. ‘What if it’s been poisoned? Or roofied? …But it looks- no- no.’

Gabriel smirks, shaking his head. This is one of the perks he loves about being an archangel and the fact that he’s able to use his abilities to his advantage. "Too bad.” He nudges the cake in your direction.

You look up and he’s gone.

His hands- his warm hands are on your shoulders, “I do...” He leans forward, his breath is on your ear, “Babycakes."

You straighten your posture, ‘his breath- no, no,’ you shake your head. "That's it,” you say with a clenched jaw. You push yourself out of the chair and stand in front of him.

The two of you have a short staring contest.

You broke your gaze when you smack his arm.

"Ow!” He rubs his arm, “wait- how did you-”

You reach for him and smack his arm.

“Again, ow. What was that for?"

You huff, crossing your arms, "you're an ass."

He stops rubbing his arm as if nothing ever happened and smiles. He glances over his shoulder, turning his hips so he could see- "I do have a nice butt, thanks for noticing. I’ve worked had done on it." He looks up at you again, “kidding. This,” he waves his hand around his butt, “is all natural.”

You close your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. You sigh, "that's not what I- you know what. I'm not gonna get into this. I want to go home."

"You have a nice butt too," Gabriel says to distract you.

Your head snaps up, "what?"

He disappears from your view. "Butt. Yours is nice. More than nice... it's- it's... I'm speechless.”

You turn around when he makes another comment about your ass. "Okay, thanks? We’re done with the comments now. Send me back."

"That won’t be a problem."

You purse your lips, prepared to cause a whole lot of pain onto this small annoying, sweets crazed man. "That's it!"

A ringing bell interrupts the two of you.

A smile stretches across his lips, he points up, "that's for you. Until next time, Babycakes."

Before you could say anything else, you find yourself in the back the infamous Winchester car.

You frown when you hear the song playing. “Can you guys put a different cassette in? This song brings back bad memories.”

Sam and Dean scream, the latter had to swerve back into the correct lane before he collides with another car. “Where the hell did you come from?”

“How the hell should I know? I’m just happy I’m away from that trickster janitor- whatever or whoever he is.”

Dean pulls over, turning around with his arm across the back of the seat, “did he do something to you?”

Sam turns, checking over you to make sure you have no marks or injuries.

“Yeah, he tried to offer me champagne.”

The older Winchester opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. “I got nothing.”

“You said he offered you champagne?” asks Sam, wanting to better understand the situation.

You nod, “yeah and cake.”

“And- and cake?”

You nod, “mmhmm.”

“Did you eat or drink anything he offered you?”

“No, I didn’t want to be drugged.”

The two chuckle.

“Good,” Dean adds.

“I’m not dumb, Dean. I wouldn’t take anything from a stranger even if they were the nicest person ever. You never know what’s going on or what they might be. I’ve seen and read one too many of Sam’s true crime stories to know these things.”

“You and Sammy share the same fetish,” Dean turns the key in the ignition.

You two scoff, “it’s not a fetish.”

“If anything, you have a fetish,” Sam argues.

“Oh, yeah and what’s that?”

“Old movies.”

“It’s not a fetish.”

“Neither is our interest in serial killers.”

The older Winchester scoffs, “please.”

“Don’t start this again. I can only handle this argument as many times as the next guy,” you whine, leaning back into the seat, resting your head against it.

You tune the two out (like you normally do when they have this argument. It comes up more often than you’d like it to).

You look down when an odd and unusual “whoosh” comes from beside you; you find a small box, like a jewelry box which confuses you- wait, no, no it doesn’t. ‘Janitor.’

You lift the box off the seat, opening it carefully. You find a necklace with a moon pendant. Your lips stretch into a small smile as you study the beautiful necklace. ‘How did you know?’

You clip the jewelry piece around your neck before looking back into the box. You pull the folded note out and unfold it.

I told you, Babycakes. It’s magic.

- The Janitor, or my more preferred calling, Gabriel

You shake your head, not at all surprised with this.

“You alright?” asks Sam, looking back at you.

You give him a gentle smile, “I’m good- better now.”

Dean glances up in the rear-view mirror, checking over you, feeling better with you being here and not far away, out of his sight.

He returns his focus back onto the road when Sam starts to talk about what he’s read in the book that appeared out of nowhere during your disappearance.

He hopes this won’t happen again, God knows how much more his heart can take when it comes to him worrying about you and his brother.

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