“Thanks for the rescue and all, but I gotta skidaddle,” Gabriel’s lips form into a fine line as he starts for the door.
You watch in anger, brows furrowed with discontempt.
Gabriel, Sam, and Cas hadn’t noticed that you’d entered the bunker just a few moments ago. But you’d rushed there as soon as Sam told you the news.
“Running off so soon?” You called from under the arch of the main doorway.
At the sound of your voice, all three men turned your way.
Gabriel’s eyes grew wide with all kinds of emotions.
You and the archangel had a past. A long and complicated one, but in the end, the two of you had loved each other.
It wasn’t easy moving on. Guess it was a good thing you hadn’t.
“Y/N, I-“
“Well c’mon, let’s get outta here,” you smiled, sending Sam and Cas an apologetic glance.
Gabriel’s wide smirk lit up the whole room. The fluttering of wings announced his presence by your side and you waved a short farewell to the other two.
“Sorry, boys, but we’ve got some catching up to do!”
And with that, you and the archangel disappeared.
Imagine making Gabriel get a pedicure with you
“C’mon, Gabe, it’ll be fun! And I have no girl friends to go with. They’re all busy.”
Gabriel sighed dramatically, feigning a look of masculinity by puffing up his chest.
“I’m one of heaven’s most powerful weapons, and you want me to get my toes did?”
You raised an eyebrow, challenging him.
“And you’re also dating a mortal who can kick your ass,” you remarked snarkily.
Gabriel would never say no to you, no matter what you would ask of him. That would always be his weakness.
“Fine, only for you,” he huffed.
You smiled cheerily and quickly kissed his cheek.
“Thanks, babe.”
“Yea, yea, but I am NOT getting my nails painted.”
Your training was useless, and not in the bad way. Somehow, you were able to take Sam, Dean, and Castiel down without even a weapon in your hands. No one knew what the reason was behind it. You were sure the boys thought you were still lying until you had Cas tell them you weren’t.
Everything seemed to be going in order to the plan.
The night before the mission, you told Gabriel. He knew what to look for and what to do once he was freed.
The always one-sided conversation soon turned into you telling him about your training. Gabriel shook his head multiple times when you told him you were going along to save him. Then he wore a guilty but proud look as you reminisced on taking down the Winchesters and Castiel.
You figured he might have given you some special ability to fight or something; you had little knowledge on the absolute abilities of archangels, though your supernatural knowledge was more than advanced.
The confrontation had ended with you saying just a few words.
“I’ll see you out of my dreams.”
Then you allowed the white light to send your consciousness to reality.
It was the day. Too much time waiting, feeling useless and weak compared to the hunters, though you no longer felt that was the case.
“Rise and shine!” A voice shouted from outside your door, to which you groaned in response.
It had just begun.
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Everything was organized and laid out perfectly for the four of you. Castiel was to be with you at all times, no matter what.
Sam and Dean had their own separate agenda: distraction. Yours and Castiel’s, however, was the extraction portion. Grab Gabriel and go. No dawdling or anything of the sort; a quick and simple-sounding task.
The table was covered with ingredients for the spell. Across from you was the fiery, red-haired witch they called Rowena. She was a strong enough witch to preform the ritual and open the gates of Hell long enough for you all to grab Gabriel.
“You have everything for the spell here, yes?” Her Scottish accent was sultry and smooth, a wave of relief that soothed your nerves.
“It’s all there, Rowena. Now let’s get this started,” Sam responded bitterly. They didn’t seem to have the best relationship with her.
The witch began pouring the ingredients into a large wooden bowl and chanting.
Castiel leaned close to you as his voice filled your head.
Do you know what’s causing your headaches?
Your eyes widened in fear; no one was supposed to know about those. The headaches came along constantly, and the blacking out was getting more frequent.
No, not yet. Please don’t tell the Winchesters. Not now, at least, you thought back at the angel.
If he were to tell them, your chances of going were slim to none.
Castiel held a look of doubt, but his eyes gave the hint that he was worried.
If it starts to hinder you at all, I will, but your secret is safe for now.
You silently sighed in relief. With Castiel knowing, at least he could help you.
Just as your mindful conversation ended, the last of the items were placed into the bowl. Everything in it burst into a bright purple flame and casted a portal-looking entrance onto the wall.
“There you go. Get in and grab him. I’ll be able to keep it open just long enough as long as you hurry.”
The idea of stepping into a doorway to Hell had just hit you.
A flash of light blinded your sight and the scene around you changed.
It wasn’t like the normal visions. The room was your own room in the bunker. Your body rested on the bed and a large wound covered your abdomen. Werewolf attack, you knew instantly. The pain was dull, but it still distracted you from the sudden presence of a being. You glanced up to meet his golden brown eyes and smiled.
“Y/n, ready to go?”
Dean’s voice brought you back to reality. Time had only passed a mere moment or so, not enough to seem suspicious.
Castiel furrowed his brows as he read your mind.
You shook away the feeling of deja vú that creeped up.
“Of course. Let’s get this show on the road, boys.”
In that instant, you, Castiel, Sam and Dean all shared a similar thought as you stepped through the portal: this had to go well.
You had been working with the Winchesters and Castiel for weeks. They had invited you into their home, even going as far as to give you a place to stay. There was hardly anything left for you in your old life besides a crappy job and a worn-down apartment.
The dreams hadn’t stopped. In fact, they even occurred when you took naps. It was easy to get into contact with Gabriel, but communicating was a different story.
The first night, you told him you had found the Winchesters and Castiel. They were trying to find him.
Gabriel face glimmered with a hint of hope and for once upon seeing him, he smiled.
Despite the extra help, the two of you still tried. Some nights, when Gabriel seemed calmer than normal, he would just want to be around your unconscious presence.
For some reason, you felt the same. Just being in the archangel’s presence in your dreams had calmed you down about the situation. Progress was slow and you were getting more frustrated by each hour that ticked by without a clue to where Gabriel could be. That is, until Castiel hit a breakthrough.
“Y/n, you say Gabriel keeps pointing down, right?”
You nod so quick that you feel lightheaded.
Castiel purses his lips into a firm line and he lets out a deep sigh.
“He’s in Hell. It makes sense; Asmodeus knows what we need to get to the other universe, and one of those ingredients is an archangel’s grace.”
Asmodeus, yes, you’d heard of him from your time in the bunker as well as the portal to the other world. It was too complicated of a task for your brain to comprehend.
“So he’s trapped Gabriel,” you come to the conclusion, running a clammy hand through your hair. The constant research and bussling around had given you headaches on the daily, but it was no time to worry about your own state.
“We’ve been to Hell and back enough times for this to be a piece of cake. Rowena will be able to help. The only issue is…” Dean slowly glances over at you, sitting in the chair and quietly listening to the conversation.
“What about me?”
Dean snorts, “Sweetheart, no offense, but you’ve never hunted in your life.”
He was right. How were you supposed to help take down monsters that most people didn’t know existed?
Then again, you had a feeling in the pit of your stomach, your gut, that felt the urge to join in, to fight. You wanted to be of some help to them.
“Train me,” you simply stated.
The three men looked over at you in slight disbelief.
“What?” Dean questioned incredulously.
You stood up and crossed your arms.
“You heard what I said. Train me. Give me two days, and if I’m not fit enough to go along, then I’ll stay here.”
Time was of the essence to find and rescue Gabriel, but you wanted, no, needed to go.
The Winchesters share their infamous glance that always meant they were deliberating over something important.
Sam nods and Dean just groans.
“Fine, Sam will start training you in an hour.”
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“Punch me.”
Sam held his arms up in a fighting stance, waiting for you to follow his demand.
“What? You want me to hit you?”
The Winchester nods.
It was just a punch. You could handle it.
You curled your hand into a fist and took the first opportunity that you saw him falter. He grabbed the knuckles of your hand, twisting your arm to give him an advantage. Something inside you kicked in and you swung around to successfully kick out Sam’s knees. The blow brought him to the ground, giving you enough time to wrap your arms around his head for a chokehold.
The surprised look on both of your faces showed just how shocking your stunt really was.
You let go of Sam, allowing him to straighten himself up.
“You could seriously hussle people with that act. What’d you take, some kind of fighting class?”
You quietly shook your head, suddenly terrified of your own strength. A thirst for pain lingered in your belly.
“I’ve never had any experience in this,” you simply respond, dumbfounded.
“Yea, right-“
“No, Sam, I’m not joking. I’ve never fought anyone in my life before, it just…” you trailed off but suddenly a sharp pain pierced through your skull.
You groaned out and fell to your knees.
Blood. Gore. It was everywhere. You slowly raised a hand into your vision and it held a machete that was covered in crimson-red liquid.
“Y/n, are you okay?” Sam’s voice called, bringing you back from the scene. You’d never experienced that before, but it was your body among the blood.
You grabbed the hand that Sam held out to help you up.
“I-I’m fine. Just a headache or something,” you mumbled.
Sam’s eyes scanned your body for any signs of injury, but everything seemed fine physically.
“You’re positive?” He asks warily.
Again, you nod.
“I’m fine, Sam. Nothing a little pain-killer won’t fix.”
Inside, you weren’t fine, but you couldn’t let the Winchesters know that. If they knew, you wouldn’t be able to go with them to find Gabriel. The image you had witnessed was gruesome and you didn’t know where it was from. It was so realistic and you knew for a fact that that was your hand holding the bloody weapon.
The only thing to do was focus on the mission ahead.
Archangel? That would explain the raw energy you felt around him. He was powerful, and from your knowledge, one of the most powerful beings in existence. I
But out of all people, why would he ask you for help?
No, that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was finding and helping him.
You informed the Winchesters about your odd dreams and how Gabriel was asking for help. You then pointed to the scorched name on your arm, which had since started to fade.
“Sorry if we seem a bit off kilter, but we thought he was dead,” Sam responded, giving you a small, knowing smile.
In your conversation with the two, you liked Sam better. He was far more open and kind than his brother. Though you hadn’t expected kindness from hunters.
”All I know is that he needs help. Will you both be joining me or am I on my own?“
Like clockwork, the Winchesters share a gaze. You can tell they’re deliberating their answer. All you could do was hope that they could at least send you in the right direction.
They come to an agreement and Dean replies.
“We’ll help, but before we get into any digging around, you’ve got to meet someone.”
You narrow your eyes slightly, your brows quirking up to say, go on.
Dean’s emerald eyes look toward the ceiling.
“Cas, get your winged-ass here, right now. It’s important.”
You stare, confused and bewildered for a second before you get startled. A man appeared next to you in the booth.
“Who-“
The power buzzed around him like an electric fence. Angel, of course.
“My name’s Castiel,” the man, Castiel apparently, said. He then turns his attention to the hunter across from him.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, Cas, but we do have something we need help with.”
Dean motions to you.
“Uh,” you clear your throat, “You must know Gabriel, the archangel.”
Cas’ eyebrows furrow and he seems puzzled.
“I do. He was my brother.”
Was. The word stings for some reason but you have no clue why.
You hit the road early enough to arrive at the diner around noon.
Your car, a 1972 Jeep, parked right next to what looked like an old Impala. Someone had good taste in vehicles.
Dean had told you what him and his brother looked like, though it didn’t really matter. You could tell who they were as soon as you stepped foot in the diner.
The two men were both in plaid, one had dark brown hair and the other was on the blonder side.
You slowly approached the booth they were in. Being hunters, their guard was up and they immediately noticed you walking toward them.
The longer haired and taller one turned to greet you with a nod as his brother remained stoic in the moment. Hunters never were the type to make friends.
They were in the booth next to each other, allowing you to scoot in the seat across from them.
You stuck your hand out in a welcoming gesture as they both shook it.
“Let’s get straight to the point. I need help from a hunter, and actually, a Winchester to be exact.”
Sam and Dean share a questioning glance.
“What for?” You supposed Sam isn’t the one you talked on the phone with, because he seemed far more friendly than his brother.
Your hand reaches down into the pocket of your jacket and grips tight onto a piece of paper. You pull it out and place it on the table.
It was a picture of the man in your dreams, drawn by you so the Winchesters might be of more help.
You place a finger on the drawing.
“Do you know this man?”
Dean’s eyes widen as he tries to make sense of what he’s seeing.
“Yes, we actually do. His name’s Gabriel, the archangel Gabriel.”
A/N: A random Gabriel x Demon!reader my brain conjured up 🤷🏻♀️
Word Count: 918 words
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“Oooo, you brought me a toy! I’m so excited!”
Being a demon had its perks. You could be snarky, sarcastic, and kill people without worrying about emotions.
The best part was that you died a hunter. One of the greatest. You even hunted alongside Sam and Dean, which meant working with Crowley a couple times as a human.
As soon as you died, the King of Hell couldn’t wait to have your soul turned into a demon. You were close with him after that, always doing whatever he had requested of you. No matter what it was.
After a longer mission to intercept the Winchesters, you’d been captured and brought back to the bunker. Your biggest mistake (and Crowley’s) was not knowing that they had an archangel on their side.
To be exact, Gabriel the archangel. Formerly dead and your boyfriend of sorts.
Sam and Dean had already spent a day trying to cure you, with no progress. Crowley had made you strong, stronger than any normal demon.
The Winchesters had kept Gabriel away from you until now. They didn’t need his emotions getting in the way. But he had to see you.
Gabriel’s face sobers up, and he smiles sadly.
It was nice to know you were alive, but not like this.
“C’mon, boys, let me have some fun!”
The three men stood still and ignored your responses.
“Are you sure about this?” Sam asks Gabriel, raising a concerned eyebrow.
Gabriel nods, composing himself and sighing.
Sam and Dean share a knowing glance before heading back up the stairs. A door slams shut in the distance.
“Ya know, we haven’t had much time alone since you died. Ohhh, wait,” you place a finger on the tip of your lips before laughing.
The archangel remains completely silent.
The only way to make him talk was to egg him on further. This would be so much fun.
“I gotta say, being a demon is so much more fun. Sex, well, sex is ten times better, especially with Crowley. I’ve got to owe the guy some way for making me like this, right?”
You snicker to yourself as Gabriel’s expression grows angry for a split second. Jealousy was always an issue with him. Only now could you use it to your advantage.
A syringe slides down from the archangel’s sleeve and he sets it on a small table a few feet away. This was their plan? Archangel blood? But, that couldn’t possibly work, right?
“Listen here, angel, we can make a deal. Put that down and we’ll negotiate.”
Gabriel’s lip quivers into a small smirk.
“Not so snarky now, are we?”
You bare your teeth at him, growling like an animal. Did he know the consequences of doing this.
“Archangelic blood? That’s got some serious consequences, angel. You’re willing to share your blood just to save a pathetic human? I thought the archangels were warriors, but you’re just as bad as the rest of your kind. At least demons know how to block their emotions.”
Gabriel chuckles; it wasn’t you by any means talking. It was Crowley’s brainwashed, demonic version of you.
“Emotions don’t make you weak. In fact, they make us stronger in every way necessary,” he snaps, plunging the syringe into the crook of his arm. Blood fills the small vial, shimmering with a faint golden glow.
This was going to have be a risk he was willing to take.
Despite your protests and screams, Gabriel takes the edge of the needle and slowly presses it into your shoulder. You cry out as the worst pain imaginable sears through your body.
“You ever done this before?” You hiss.
Gabriel doesn’t make any inclination to respond, but you know the answer.
“I’d rather die than let us be bound to each other.” You scream your lungs out, the pain being way past the point of bearable.
The last thing you see is Gabriel’s back as the agony becomes too much and you slip into unconciousness.
–
Your eyes slowly open, blinking excessively because of the bright light above you. The first reaction you have is to stand up, but you can’t. Your wrists are bound to a chair.
“W-what is happening…?”
In front of you, sits Gabriel, sound asleep in a chair. You take in his peaceful form and smile. Wait, was this a dream? Gabriel was dead…
“Gabe?” You call out, stirring the archangel from his slumber.
He shifts slightly before opening one eye and them both.
“Y/n, it’s you?”
“What are you talking about, it’s me? You’re alive! Why am I chained up?”
Gabriel shakes his head, grinning happily.
“I’m alive, sugar, and so are you. You died months ago and Crowley turned you into one of his demons.”
You furrow your eyebrows, trying to concentrate on anything that had happened before you woke up and after the hunt from a couple days ago. Now that you think about it, you don’t exactly remember ending the hunt.
“I died,” you come to the realization as the words send a shiver down your back.
Gabriel carefully stands up, crosses over to you and unlocks the chains around your wrists. You rub at the raw skin before jumping up and pulling the archangel into a hug.
“God, I missed you so much, Gabe.”
Gabriel returns your embrace, gently resting his hands on your hips. His face nuzzles into your neck like he would so many years ago.
“I missed you so much too, sugar. And I’m never leaving you again.”
A Day Off
There’s a stranger writing notes on your desk. He seems to know who you are, but his identity is a mystery. Once the notes start hinting that this guy is in love with you, you’re determined to find your secret admirer.
A/N: It’s back! I can’t say I’ll constantly update it, but I will when inspiration hits. (Especially now with Gabriel being alive 😫)
You and Gabriel called your mom, giving her a small bit of info regarding his condition. She immediately came and signed the two of you out, allowing both of you to leave.
As the two of you exited the building and walked to your cars, you glanced over at Gabriel.
“How about we meet at my house and hang out? That could help keep your mind busy.”
Gabriel gazes at you, his eyes filled with hope and a longing that instantly pulled you toward him. Spending time with you always managed to brighten his darkest of days and keep his mind off of his home life, especially how stunning you look right now with the sun’s rays making you look like an angel.
“Hey, Gabe?” You smile softly, eyes crinkling as you squint at him.
Gabriel blinks a few times before acknowledging what you’d said.
“Yea?” The slightly innocent tone in his voice makes you chuckle.
“You okay?”
Gabriel nods, grinning. “Completely fine. I’ve gotta go home and do a few things, how about I meet you at your house in a bit?”
“Sounds great.”
–
You drive home, smiling all the way as you jam out to some of your favorite songs. You and Gabriel definitely needed to spend some time together talking. It’d been too long since you told him how much he means to you. And right now, he could surely use the confidence.
Pulling into your driveway, you park the car and step out.
You glance around at the snow layered yard and an amazing idea pops into your head. Your hand makes a beeline for your phone and pulls it up into your sight, sending a quick text to Gabriel.
Y/n: Bring your swimsuit, we’re going swimming!
Gabe: It’s 20 degrees and freezing outside…
Y/n: I know, dingus. We have an indoor pool 🙂
Gabe: Fine, see you soon ❤
You find yourself grinning as you shut off your phone and enter the house.
–
The noisy hum of Gabriel’s car alerts you of his arrival.
He carefully trudges up the steps leading to the front door as you slide if open. Gabe’s jaw is practically to the floor when he sees you.
You were so excited to go swimming that you had already changed into your swimsuit. The suit was a plain light blue with black polka dots.
Gabriel’s reaction had you snickering to yourself.
“Lookin’ good, sugar,” he slyly remarked, causing you to blush ever so slightly.
“Thank you,” you grinned, “Now it’s your turn. The bathroom’s right down the hall on the left.”
Gabriel sends a wink your way before disappearing down the hall.
Your eyes immediately gaze down at his perfect stomach. It was a cross between abs and pudge, fit enough to see abs and comfy enough to lay on.
“My eyes aren’t down there, sweetheart.”
You slowly raise your eyes up to meet his golden ones that reflected the swimsuit’s color.
“Hm?”
Gabriel’s face flickers with an air of mischief and trickery.
“Where’s the pool at?” He nonchalantly asks.
You know something is up.
“Down there, the first door,” you point toward the room, as you feel Gabriel’s hand grab your arm.
“What are you-“
Your sentence is cut off by your own squealing. Gabriel had picked you up and hoisted you over his shoulder. You had underestimated his strength.
“Gabriel! Put me down!” You laughed, struggling to escape his grasp but ultimately failing.
Gabriel swims over to you, the muscles in his arms rippling like the small waves his body creates. As he reaches you, he leans against the pool-side and grins up at you.
“Dork,” you tease, slowly kicking your feet in the water.
Gabe feigns a hurt look as he grabs your arm and tugs you into the luke-warm water.
“Gabriel Novak!” You shout as you resurface and brush the hair from your face.
Gabriel can’t help smiling, then laughing hysterically. You want to wipe it right from his face.
He notices the deadly gaze in your eyes and raises his hands up above the water as a sign of peace.
“Don’t do anything rash, Y/n…”
You roll your eyes playfully, knowing you have the upper hand but deciding to back down. You try swimming away, only to be pulled back into Gabriel’s warm grasp.
“You’re unbelievable,” you pout, dodging his lips as he tries to kiss you.
After a few moments, you surrender in his arms and press your forehead against his. Gabriel’s lips graze over yours like a ghost.
“What did I do to deserve you?” He whispers.
You feel his breath along your nose and it tickles.
That’s when you realize; this is right where you belong.
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.
Ashes from the Fire
Start by pulling him out of the fire and
hoping that he will forget the smell.
He was supposed to be an angel but they took him
from that light and turned him into something hungry,
something that forgets what his hands are for when they
aren’t shaking.
He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happen
because you had him first, and you would let the world
break its own neck if it meanskeeping him.
Poem by Caitlyn Siehl
~
Gabriel hit an all time low when he came back to you. It was purely coincidental that the first person he saw in his darkest hours could pull him from the fire.
You cared for the now human, archangel, and desperately tried to bring him back from the pits of hell.
He’d been through too much. Heaven’s angels captured him, turned him into a starving, pitiful human, and broke him. The light that once lit up entire rooms had vanished from his eyes and his smile. Gabriel’s charismatic personality was cracked and had been sanded down into nothing.
In that cold, dark cell, Gabriel’s nightmares came true. They tortured him to the point of breaking, and even beyond that. Every second that he was alone, his hands shook and his mind went crazy.
You watched him from the doorway of his room every night as he screamed and shouted your name. You’d silently enter the room and lay next to him, holding him to your chest. It always seemed to calm him down.
He needed you, and you needed him. But it was going to take awhile before Gabriel would be on his feet again.
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