All That Glitters is Gold

Word Count: 1K words

A/N: Little Gabriel fluff kinda sorta maybe 😉

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Sam, Dean, and Gabriel were in a lot of trouble.

The demons they had been hunting were strategic and too smart. Every part of the trap was planned down to the smallest point.

Sam and Dean were chained down, struggling but at least conscious. Gabriel, being an archangel, was surrounded in a lit ring of holy oil.

All hope seemed lost for the heroes to get out with their lives intact.

That’s when you stepped in.

You’d heard about the demons around town and planned to take your charge tonight. From constant scoping and watching, you were able to see that they were going to kidnap more people.

It was your job to save them.

You peek through the door that leads to a torture chamber of sorts.

Your plan is well thought out and involves not running in gun ablaze. But then you see who the captives are.

Sam and Dean are too preoccupied with trying to escape, and then there’s someone you don’t recognize.

He’s calmer than them. His golden brown hair and eyes catch your attention, but so does the fire around him.

Angel, you think to yourself. The Winchesters always were ones to find aid in the oddest people.

There are a few demons scattered around the room, discussing God knows what.

Sam and Dean are going to owe you for this.

You charge into the room, doing exactly what you decided not to do.

The first demon is easy, and you stab it in the mid-chest. The second is a bit more difficult; you have to dodge a few attacks, but end up taking him down.

As your work is finished, you run your hands through your hair to brush it back.

Sam and Dean watch thankfully as you approach them.

You grab the hands of both Winchesters and hoist them to their feet.

“Been a long time, boys.”

You give them both welcoming hugs.

“Sure has been,” Sam replies with a grateful smile.

Upon seeing your friends, none of you had noticed the archangel still surrounded in a glowing, blue ring of holy fire.

“Hello? In need of a little help over here,” a voice called.

All three of you glance over at the helpless man.

You nonchalantly grab a small water bottle from your pocket and pour it over the fire.

Your eyes inavertently meet the ones of the man in front of you.

“Name’s Y/N, and you are?”

Gabriel never felt himself ever speechless in his entire life besides this moment. You had easily taken down multiple demons by yourself and you somehow looked good even while fighting.

What was he thinking? He’d just met you and hadn’t even introduced himself.

“It’s Gabriel.”

Your eyes widen with a hint of hopeful happiness.

“Gabriel? Like-“

“Exactly.”

Gabriel watches as you process the information and can’t help the small grin appearing on his face.

You reach a hand out for the archangel to shake.

He does so as you say, “Well, any friend of these lugs is a friend of mine.”

Before Gabriel can say a word, Dean starts talking.

“Speakin’ of, you stayin’ in town awhile? We’ve always got a place in the bunker for you.”

You release Gabriel’s hand, at dismay of the archangel, and sigh.

“I don’t know. I just go where I’m needed.”

Somehow, for some reason, Gabriel needed her with him.

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Despite your vague answer, you couldn’t just let the boys slip out of your hands again. It was a pleasure to work with them as always and the loneliness of hunting was starting to hit.

You had been staying in the bunker for around two months now. In the short time, you had rekindled your close friendship with the Winchesters and Castiel, and also found company in Gabriel.

Most times when Sam, Dean and Cas were on a big hunt, you’d stay behind to do the research on it with Gabriel. You’d gotten bored of just fighting.

One day in particular, you had done the searching for a case and gotten it accomplished. The boys were on their way back from the hunt. That meant you had nothing to do.

Gabriel is lounging on the couch, eyes occupied with a movie playing on the television.

“Do you have wings like Cas?”

The sudden question had startled him from his daydream. He, in fact, wasn’t actually paying attention the what was on the screen. He’d been daydreaming about you lately.

Gabriel felt his heart drop through his chest and land on the floor before her. The thought of her with Castiel did that to him. Angels didn’t show their wings to anyone except potential mates.

“Yeah, I do,” he muttered, grimacing.

You noticed the way his demeanor suddenly changed and wondered if you’d said something wrong.

“Oh. I’ve never seen Cas’ but I was just wondering. He used to teach me about angel lore.”

The relief that washed over his entire being was exciting.

Silence fell upon you and the archangel.

He watched in admiration the way your lips moved when you talked.

“They’re gold.”

You paused a moment, curiously watching the angel. Your eyebrows quirked up.

“What are?” You asked, eyes wide.

“My wings. Brightest gold you’d ever see.”

“Like a gold coin?”

Gabriel chuckled, “Brighter.”

You stared in complete awe, but then felt butterflies run through your stomach.

“Can I see them?”

Gabriel tore his eyes from the television screen to yours.

He cleared his throat, “Did Cas tell you what it means when an angel shows someone their wings?”

It’s not that he didn’t want to, but he wasn’t willing to risk anything if you didn’t know.

You slowly nodded, darting your eyes away from him. The question had made you unconfident and skiddish.

“I understand if you don’t want to. I simply felt something around you that drew me in.”

Gabriel’s features remained stoic and unwavering as his heart leaped in the inside. He focused all his energy on one thing, closing his eyes only to see your smile unfurl as his wings opened up.

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