I don’t really know how I feel about this, but here ya go anon-y!
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The bunker was hot. It was mid summer, at the peak of warm weather, and you were stuck inside with an archangel. The air conditioner had broken that morning and the Winchesters were out searching for parts to fix it.
What with Gabriel’s angelic abilities, he didn’t feel the heat or know how it affected humans. But when you started begging for some form of cold, he got an idea.
“Gabriel, it’s outrageously hot. I think I’m dying,” you groaned outwardly, squirming over the warm sheets on your bed.
Gabriel chuckles softly, a playful glint in his eyes as he sighs. His fingers snap against one another and a pair of ice cream cones appear in his hands.
“Want one?” He smirks, offering the ice-cold treat for you to take.
“You’re a saint,” you almost cry out of joy, quickly grasping the cone and pulling it to your mouth.
Gabriel watches you eat your ice cream, taking a few nibbles of his own before he starts grinning.
You notice out of the corner of your eye as he disposes of his own ice cream and approaches you.
“You’ve got something right there.” He points at your face mockingly.
Your ice cream cone suddenly disappears and you’re being tackled to the bed by an insane archangel.
“Gabriel, what the hell!”
Gabriel leans down and kisses your nose, gently licking the spot of ice cream off. You attempt to push him off, but his strength and weight keep you pinned.
The archangel gazes down at you with the cheekiest grin, shouting triumphantly, “I got it!”
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