You hadn’t seen him in person since, well, you didn’t even know if you’d ever seen him before.
By this time, your memories of him were only the ones in your dreams.
Surprisingly, your dreams were extremely vivid.
Every blade of grass, every inch of his face… those thoughts were the only things keeping you sane.
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Gabriel x reader
Insecurity: Anxiety
You felt it coming. The overwhelming feeling of hopelessness and pure anxiety took over your body.
Your knees nearly buckled as Gabriel rushed to your side and held you.
Fear rippled through your body in waves; you were sure it would never end.
You could faintly hear a distant voice calling you.
“Y/n?! Hey, you’re okay. You’ll be okay. I’m here to protect you.”
The breath from your lips came out a bit slower and your eyes darted around in search of Gabriel. For a moment, you couldn’t find him, but you soon realized he was holding you and rubbing circles in your back.
“Gabe,” you breathed out, turning around to embrace him.
His arms wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder.
“Remember that I’ll always be here. Through good times and bad, you’ve got an angel on your side.”
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Is this fluffy enough?
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His wings, shimmering and so gold that they looked exactly like the precious metal, wrapped behind your back and brought you closer into his side.
His bright hazel eyes looked down at you, not with pity or anything like that, but concern.
He was absolutely and utterly worried over your well being as you cried into his shoulder.
Gabriel’s hand came to rest on your cheek and he swiped the stray tears away with his thumb.
“Hey, it’s okay. Everything will be okay.”
Somehow, maybe it was his eyes, his celestial power willing you or something neither of you could control, but you believed those words.
Little white flecks of snow fluttered to the ground, soon turning into bigger ones that clumped together and created a wonderful snow storm.
If you were anywhere else, you’d be unhappy that the snow was falling.
But here, wrapped in Gabriel’s warm embrace and resting your head against his chest, well, there was no place you’d rather be.
You smiled into the thin fabric of his t-shirt as his hands ran through your hair, twirling strands around his fingers.
Warnings: SMUT
You couldn’t believe the Winchesters had managed to get you to do this. It did make sense, since you hasn’t interacted with the trickster yet, but it still sucked. Better yet, you had to play up the role of a college student looking for your lost wallet.
“Hello?” You called upon entering the building.
What if the trickster wasn’t here, you thought, mentally cursing your hunting partners for coming up with this idea.
You started to walk down a long hall, passing doors upon doors. It could take forever at this rate, and you weren’t even sure if he was here.
The hallway ended and split into two directions: left and right. The left looked like a longer, narrower hall, whilst the right was, well it was basically a porno’s bedroom, in a sense. There was a large bed covered in cheetah print, animal print rugs, and a table full of every dessert imaginable.
“Fuck,” you swore under your breath, knowing that either the trickster knew you were here and what your intentions were, or was very bad at hiding.
The second thing, besides the cheesy furniture, was the man sitting in a chair, flipping through a magazine. From a distance, you could tell there was a picture of aliens, and if you hadn’t been clued in enough already, that clue would’ve helped.
“Welcome to my humble abode, hunter.”
The voice startled you out of your thoughts as the trickster set the magazine down and stood up.
Your breath hitched in your throat as he gestured for you to come over.
“Thought you could get away with tricking the trickster?”
You visibly gulped and slowly shook your head before approaching him.
The trickster smirked, “I’ve been watching you and those Winchesters for awhile, Y/n. I’ve taken quite a liking to you.”
He reached a hand up to cup your face. “Tell me you don’t want me.”
You said nothing. You’d never seen the man before this, but he was goddamn gorgeous. Saying no to him, even though he was a monster, wouldn’t be possible.
He smiled, a warm yet mischievous one that sent a rush of energy through you.
His face was barely inches from yours, and you closed the distance, bringing your hands to pull at his broad shoulders. His lips immediately left yours to press heated kisses to your neck, exploring just like his hands were. He trailed up, nipping at your ear and earning a hiss from you.
Your fingers reached for your shirt to begin tugging it off, but he stopped you. With a snap of his eager fingers, you and him were left bare for the other to see, and damn was there a lot to see.
The trickster noticed your confusion and shrugged, “Call me eager.”
You rolled your eyes, letting out a moan as his lips latched onto your breast, sucking and kneading it before giving the other one the same treatment.
“Shit,” you groaned, reaching a hand up to grasp and tug as his hair. He moaned around your nipple, pulling away to gaze at you. His eyes were dark, lust-filled, and downright hot. He reached down to catch your lips with his, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently.
You’d had enough of the foreplay, grabbing his hard cock and leading it to your soaking entrance. He chuckled at your movements but it soon turned into a moan as he slid into you.
“Fucking hell, Y/n,” he breathed, resting his hands on your waist to steady himself.
You groaned out,”Move,” and he began thrusting into you, causing cries to fall from your lips. His hips snapped into yours, sending wave after wave of pleasure through both of your bodies. Your head fell back against the wall, moaning and cursing wantonly.
His motions slowed slightly as he grabbed your thigh and pulled it up, giving him a better angle and causing even more pleasure to shoot through you. Your climax quickly hit it’s peak, as did his, him calling your name out as the euphoria took over. You leaned into his shoulder, breathing heavily against his sweat-slicked skin.
The gravity of the situation suddenly became apparent. You hadn’t been able to resist the trickster, and even weirder, he had wanted you.
Almost as if he heard your thoughts, he pulled away and snapped both of your clothes back on.
“Go. Go back to the Winchesters and say you killed me.”
You open your mouth to say something, but decide against it.
“That’s probably best.”
He nods, disappearing and leaving you to wonder what comes next.
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Fresh flakes of crisp white snow busily hustled through the air, creating a thick storm of cold and ice.
You sat inside your cozy house, watching the weather tale place outside. Your hand mindlessly went for your cup of hot cocoa as you brought it to your lips and took a sip.
Today was New Years Eve. Parties were going on all across the country and you were stuck in your house on account of a snow storm.
You sighed heavily, checking your phone for the forecast.
Great. Looks like you’ll be stuck here for awhile.
You glanced at the clock; the time being around ten till midnight and you were bored out of your mind. The power was out, meaning no television, and your friends were all at a party across the state.
Your thoughts were soon interrupted by someone’s way-too-excited voice.
“Hey, sweetheart. What’s with the long face?” Gabriel inquired, falling onto the couch next to you and tilting his head quizzically.
You shrugged, “It’s New Years Eve. Everyone’s at parties while I’m trapped here.”
The archangel placed a finger to his lips and let out a “Hm”. He suddenly smiled and snapped his fingers.
The entire room lit up and the Tv flickered to life as, you assumed, Gabriel had restored the power.
Your eyes sparkled, landing on the television that showed the ball dropping.
5
Gabriel watched you closely, gauging your reaction to the surprise and what he was about to do.
4
He was so nervous. What if it didn’t go right?
3
The people on the screen held their loved ones close as the gigantic ball dropped.
2
Gabriel was sweating and his whole body tensed up.
1
Your eyes met the archangel’s next to you. Now or never.
Happy New Year!
Gabriel cupped your face in his hands and pulled your lips to his.
You grinned into the kiss, unable to contain your excitement.
This was going to be a good year.
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Warnings: Angst, but the ending is fluffy
Word Count: 600 words
Ever since you were young, you’d had an imaginary friend. He had bright, golden wings (six of them!), dazzling hazel eyes, and caramel-colored hair.
One time, at the age of six, you’d fallen off the top of a playground structure in the park. Your mom had gone to the bathroom, and with no one else around, you were in trouble. The man, you called him Angel in your early years, appeared out of nowhere, picked you up, and healed the cuts along your legs and arms. From that day on, you never got hurt.
Throughout your teenage years, you had dated many guys, but none of them stuck around like your angel. He would always show up after you stressed too much over homework, or got your heart broken by some guy that didn’t deserve you. He would let you cry into his shoulder or take you somewhere to forget about everything.
He was always able to be there for you until you became a hunter. Your family had been brutally killed by a gang of rogue demons, but for some reason they had spared you. At that point, you didn’t believe in your angel anymore. Either he was always a figment of your imagination, or he hadn’t cared enough to save your family. It didn’t matter anyways. You were forced into a life of hunting whether you wanted it or not.
Years later, you ran into the Winchesters. Famous around the hunting community, and good allies to pair up with. You spent a great deal of time helping them, and in return, they gave you a place to stay.
When they found the Men of Letter’s bunker, the first person they gave a key to was you. You were one of their only friends left.
Another year passed. You had completely forgotten about your silly imaginary friend that had plagued your mind for too long. It stayed that way until you found the boys talking to an old ‘friend’ of theirs.
“Boys! Long time no see!” The archangel grinned, holding his hands out for a hug.
“What? No, ‘welcome back’?” He sneered.
You strolled down the long, winding halls of the bunker until you heard voices. You recognized two to be the boys, but the third one?
“Do we have company?” You smiled, peering your head around the corner and halting.
That man. Those hazel eyes, the caramel hair, the smirk that slowly faded as he recognized you.
“Y/n,” he shakily breathed out.
You froze on the spot.
He let your family die. He left you, making you think you were crazy.
“Angel.”
Gabriel’s mouth lifted into a small smile.
“I thought you had died,” he murmured softly, taking a step toward you.
You backed away a bit, narrowing your eyes.
“Where did you go? My family is dead because of you,” you hissed, glancing at the Winchesters before returning your eyes to the man in front of you.
Gabriel’s expression grew guilty, and his eyes flitted to the ground.
“Sadly, at that point, I couldn’t save them. I used the last of my grace to save you before my brother killed me.”
After all these years, you finally got an answer.
“I always tried to be there. But once I came back, I couldn’t find you. You were either in an untraceable location, or dead. I was forced to believe the latter.”
Gabriel tilted his head up as his eyes met yours.
You quickly crossed the room and wrapped your arms around him. He smiled sadly, returning the hug.
“I’m so sorry, Y/n.”
You nodded, “Thank you, Angel.”
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“Oh, Y/n!!” Gabriel called, smirking as he waited for you.
You huffed a few choice words before searching for the winged man.
“Gabriel, I swear to your Father, this better be important.”
You step into the living room, only to find the snarky archangel standing there holding a small piece of mistletoe above his head.
“Hey, sugar,” he drawls out, winking flirtatiously.
You grin at his cheesy nature and roll your eyes.
“What could you possibly want, Gabriel?”
He quickly teleports in front of you, gently swaying the mistletoe over you and leaning down to press his lips to yours.
You smile into the kiss, reaching up to snatch the plant while his hands fall to your hips and pull your body closer. With a smirk, you break away from him and bring the mistletoe down below the waistband of your jeans.
Gabriel’s eyes slowly trail down your body as he smirks.
“Merry Christmas to me.”
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You’d never run to the window so fast.
You’d also never been so disappointed to not see snow.
“Are you kidding? It’s Christmas Eve, and we haven’t gotten a single flake of snow!” You huff, falling onto the motel room’s dusty couch.
Gabriel frowns.
He never knew how important snow was to you.
“Hey, cheer up, cupcake. Take a look outside.”
You raise a quizzical eyebrow and sigh. “There’s nothing out there, Gabe.”
The archangel smiles, grabs your hand, and tugs you over to the window. The look on your face was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“You…”
He nods, “Yea. Now let’s go ice skating!”
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You watched and laughed as Gabriel fell to the ground for the third time. No matter how much celestial power he had, he still sucked at ice skating.
“Here, take my hand,“ you reached down to help the poor angel, but he tugged you to the ice with him. You landed on top of him, giggling.
"Thank you,” you whispered, pressing your ice cold lips to his.
His mouth curled into a grin as he mumbled, “Merry Christmas, Y/n.”
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