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.”
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.
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.
“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.”
Winter Wonderland
@ashley-laufeyMeep, I was hoping (if I am even asking right) if you could do a little thingy about gabe, were they are on a hunt around Christmas but they are some were with no snow so Gabe does magic and shows the reader an amazing winter wonderland… 😀 –
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.”
Gabriel shifts on the couch next to you and lays a hand on your knee.
“My soulmate.”
The archangel, your soulmate, had just spent the past half hour explaining why God had made you different than the other Winchesters.
You and Gabriel were meant to be the peace-bringers because of your love for each other. The two of you would be the end of the Apocalypse.
“Do Sam and Dean know this?” You peer up into his eyes for the first time since he explained everything to you.
Gabriel shakes his head. “The only people that know this are you, me, and Dad. Not even my brothers know, and yours shouldn’t either.”
You nod slowly, leaning in to the archangel’s warm touch.
“Soulmates, huh?”
–
Gabriel spent every moment he could with you. Since that day, (it felt like such a long time ago) that he first explained things, he wouldn’t leave your sight.
Of course, your brothers couldn’t know of your relationship. That had been clearly established.
That meant Gabriel couldn’t be around them, unless of course, it was strictly business related. But times like that didn’t happen often. Most times you’d sneak out of the motel for a late night walk, or beg your brothers to have your own room.
Then, you would call your angel’s name and he’d show up immediately to hold you in his arms or make you laugh.
“Y/n?” Gabriel whispered, rubbing small circles on your thigh.
“Mm?” You replied, exhausted and completely worn out but still awake.
The archangel stops his motions on your leg and cups your face with his hands. He leans in and presses his lips to yours, gliding his tongue along your bottom lip.
“I love you so much,” he mumbles.
“I love you, too,” you sigh, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
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