Hazy Hesistance

A/N: Of course another Gabriel x reader… what else do I write 😂

Word Count: 686 words

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“Hey, cupcake.”

You cringed at the sound of his voice. Why wouldn’t he leave you alone? It was enough torture having to live in the same space as the archangel, let alone have him constantly talk to you.

“Hello,” you greeted, opening the refrigerator door in search of food.

Gabriel hovered next to you and leaned against the counter. His angelic presence made you nervous, only adding to the anxiety he gave you when he was around. You refused to admit the attraction you felt for him, but that made things even worse for yourself.

He was always saying hello to you, calling you pet names and sneaking glances when he thought you weren’t looking. It was like he knew.

“There’s no good food in the fridge,” you huffed to yourself, quickly closing the door. The day was already starting off fan-fricking-tastic.

“You know,” Gabriel commented with a smile, “I can give you anything you want. Your wish is my command.”

You felt your cheeks, for some reason, start to redden as a result of his comment. It wasn’t even supposed to be taken the way you were thinking, but you couldn’t help it.

“No thank you, Gabriel. I’ll just have the guys bring back something.”

You turned to head out the kitchen but the archangel stopped you.

“I try so hard to always be kind to you, always offer help, but you never take it. What did I do wrong?” His voice held no sarcasm, no witty comebacks or cynicism. He truly sounded sincere.

With your back to him, you spoke, unwilling to let his breathtaking features affect your tone.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve just never wanted to risk getting my feelings hurt from rejection.”

The tension fogged up the room to the point that it was almost hard to breathe. You sighed unintentionally, awaiting some kind of response, but it never came.

“I’ve got to go,” you didn’t dare turn around, instead simply exiting the room with a heavy heart.

You’d never wanted to tell anyone how you felt about the archangel, but you might have let too much slip.

The trailing sound of footsteps followed you to your room. He really wasn’t going to leave this alone, was he?

“Hey, Y/n, wait…”

You stopped dead in your tracks and faced the archangel with all the courage you had left. His hazel eyes held so much kindness in them that you practically regretted making a big deal about the situation.

“What, Gabriel? Want me to apologize for my feelings? Well I’m over it. Forget this ever even happened.”

Gabriel’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You’re standing there telling me you’ve got feelings for me and you want me to forget that?” he chuckled, “I’ve been pining for your attention since I got here, Y/n.“

You refused to believe him. It was a sick joke, but now he knew about your little crush.

“I get it, you want to pick on the poor, defenseless girl. Messing with the Winchesters wasn’t good enough for you, was it? I’ve been trying to stay away but-“

Your rant turned to a muffled cry of protest, for Gabriel had sealed your mouth shut with his magic.

He rolled his eyes, but the way he did it hardly seemed snarky or sarcastic at all.

“If you would give me a chance to speak, I’d tell you that none of this is a joke. Every time I see you, my heart flutters. I haven’t felt this way since… well, it’s been a long time,” Gabriel carefully rubbed the back of his neck. It seemed like a nervous habit of his.

You felt the pressure of the magic leave and you could talk again. But what was there to say?

“I… I know the feeling.”

The archangel’s bright golden eyes lit up like a star at night.

“How about this, I’ll take you on a date tomorrow, 7 o’clock.”

Your heart suddenly stopped beating as his hand brushed against yours. You were falling so hard.

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” you breathed, and your heart finally starting pumping again with excitement.