Apocalypse World. Gabriel, Y/n, Sam, Dean, Cas, and the rest of the gang all meet up at the camp after arriving in the alternate universe.
Word Count: 2.8k+
A/N: Some bad angst
[Gabriel’s POV]
I kissed her cheek, getting close to her ear.
“I’ll be back soon, just need some time alone.”
I disappeared into the darkness of the wilderness with Y/n’s eyes on me until she couldn’t see my figure anymore. My feet keep walking until I hit a small clearing and I take a moment to gather myself.
“I know you’re alive you son of a bitch,” I mumble, closing my eyes. In all of my existence, I don’t think I’ve done anything this absurd.
Nothing happens. Mother Nature sends a powerful gust of wind through the trees, sending some fallen leaves flying. This is stupid. There’s no way that he’s still alive.
“Hello there, handsome,” a familiar voice purrs from behind me.
It takes everything in me not to laugh. I carefully spin around to face the man I’d been calling for.
“You’re not surprised to see me?” I inquire, peering curiously at my universal counterpart.
Alternate universe me shakes his head, shrugging.
“I know what’s been happening. As soon as you and your friends entered the world I knew. We’ve always been more of watchers than fighters, Gabriel.”
“What I am surprised about, though, is how we’ve kept the same vessels. We have good taste.”
This man is me in every sense of the word.
“So,” Au Gabriel crosses his arms and leans against a tree behind him, “What can I help my favorite archangel with?”
Despite how cocky he’s being, I know myself, and he seems broken.
“What happened to Y/n?”
The question seems to completely stun my counterpart. He opens his mouth to speak but immediately closes it. I had hit a rough spot.
Au Gabriel breathes in deeply and sighs. The shine in his eyes dissipates into remembrance and longing whilst his stance against the tree slacks back in defeat.
“She… she was killed a year ago by one of Michael’s angels.”
Somehow, I just knew. Maybe it is the fact that Y/n is the reason I fight for everything and other me seems to not want to fight for anything. Or maybe because we’re connected, him and I. Either way, he’d lost the most precious thing to him.
“I’m sorry.”
“I saw her with you when you guys arrived. She’s lookin’ good.” Au Gabriel smirks, teasing with a wiggle of his brows.
I chuckle lightly. “Hey, watch it.”
We stand in a slightly uncomfortable silence, mulling over the other’s expressions.
“What do you really want, though?“
I sigh. Of course he’s going to pull it out of me.
“I need your help. I know your Y/n is gone and that’s why you refuse to offer them anything but these people need you. My Y/n needs both of us.”
I can tell he’s contemplating. If I were in his position, I don’t know what I’d do. Without Y/n I’d be in a lot worse shape then him, but then again, this whole cockiness is only an outward act.
His lip quirks in concentration.
“What kind of help are you looking for?”
–
[Your POV]
You glance around inconspicuously for your boyfriend. It’s only in your nature as a hunter for you to be a little worried.
As you nod at something Sam says to Dean, you feel a hand on your waist.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Gabriel whispers, placing his other hand on your other hip. His body nuzzles against yours and you can’t help wishing for a room or something.
“We’ve got the whole forest. Choose a tree,” the archangel grins mischievously behind you, pressing a chaste kiss to the base of your neck.
“Maybe later, Gabe. Right now they’re trying to discuss the plan on Michael.”
Gabriel’s arms tense at the sound of his brother’s name.
“Anything yet as far as a plan?”
You shrug. Honestly, you hadn’t been paying much attention to the conversation.
“Not sure. I was too worried about you.”
Gabriel’s fingers dance around the hem of your shirt, playing with the fabric.
Your lips slowly meet his in a searing kiss. One of his hands transfers to your cheek and the other lifts your chin up the slightest bit.
Kissing Gabriel even now feels like it’s the first time. You still get butterflies and try to map out your favorite parts of him. It just reminds you of how you have to savor every second with him.
The sound of a door creaking open behind you causes you to quickly pull away. Gabriel holds you loosely as you turn to see what the noise is.
A small group of people file out the building. Ragged clothes cover most of their bodies, they’re all armed with various knives and guns that poke out from hidden places.They’re all from this universe and Bobby is leading them toward you and the rest of the people from your dimension.
Bobby clears his throat, eyeing Gabriel, Lucifer and Cas suspiciously. The people here still aren’t used to angels being helpful.
“We’ve discussed the idea and we’re in. Let’s get out of this hellhole,” the old man announces, motioning for his highest ranked members to let everyone else in the camp know.
You cautiously turn to gauge the Winchester’s reactions. They share a look and Dean speaks up.
“Alright, we need transportation.”
–
You trot over from Castiel to Gabriel, who’s perched on the edge of an up-facing log. His expression seems slightly grim but it’s hard to tell if it’s anything serious.
“How’s it going,” you whisper, nearing the archangel and placing a hand on his back.
He gazes up at you, eyes sparkling gold from the sun’s reflection. You’ve known him for so long that you can tell something seems off.
“Fine,” Gabriel replies, not breaking the intense eye contact.
He brings his hand up to your cheek, gently pulling your face down. Your lips barely ghost against Gabriel’s but something has you resisting.
Gabriel senses your optimism and drops his hand.
“Gabe, I know this is hard, being around your brother,” you sigh, smiling gently to ease his discomfort.
Gabriel’s frown unfurls into a thin line. He nods silently, breaking away from your eyes to gaze off into the forest beside you.
“It was never easy dealing with any of them. Having both Lucifer and Michael in this world is a lot to deal with.”
You can’t help agreeing. With both archangels together, there is a lot on everyone’s plates. You, the Winchesters, Cas and Gabe are responsible for Lucifer’s actions, but mainly, it’s Gabriel. He’s the only one close to powerful enough to stop his brother.
“I know. You’re feeling like all of this is on your shoulders alone. We’re all in this together.”
You know he won’t respond and you don’t need a response. Your arms wrap tight around his shoulders, holding him against your side.
–
“C’mon, guys, let’s get a move on!” Bobby shouts, directing people onto the run-down bus that would be the transportation to the portal. With every newcomer onto the hunk of metal, it creaks loudly.
“You sure this thing will hold, Bobby?” You joke, quirking an eyebrow up at the man. It’s still very odd seeing the hunter alive and somewhat-well. You never had a chance to say goodbye to your Bobby. Maybe this is fate’s idea of giving you closure.
Bobby takes a quick look at you, smiling faintly.
“Always a smart-ass, you were,” he chuckles, the raspiness of his voice causing a rattled cough to escape. His hands shake as he grabs his gun by the grip and pulls it out of its holster.
“Alright now go get on ‘fore we take off.”
You roll your eyes, huffing silently and making your way toward the bus.
Your feet crunch the dead leaves underneath you, you wonder what this world looked like before the destruction. What your alternate self was like. Was she funny? Courageous? Brave? Did she have a love interest? Your mind flits to Gabriel. Did this world’s Gabriel ever run into you? Granted, in your world, you’d met Gabriel through the Winchesters, but maybe fate was pulling its strings again.
Maybe they lived a good life together, or maybe alternate you never hugged Gabriel, or felt the healing powers of his grace, or endured his endless jokes and pranks. You’d rather have the first for your other self. She deserved a life as lucky as yours so far.
“Hey.”
The one word shakes you out of your daydream and quite frankly, startles you the tiniest bit. One could never be too careful, even surrounded by so many people.
Gabriel’s appeared beside you, his face scrunched in the cute way that shows off his dimples. He seems perplexed, like he’s doing the Sunday morning crossword and can’t find an answer.
“You ready to blow this popsicle stand?” You ask, reaching down to intertwine his fingers with yours. His skin is surprisingly very warm, but not alarmingly so.
“So ready, sweetheart,” he replies with that smooth voice that could melt anyone’s heart. His eyes light up with a golden hue that means he’s genuinely happy. Something that usually only you could bring on.
–
The trip was actual hell, and you’d been to Hell before. The bus lurched with every small bump and rock the wheels happened to roll over. You were sure that it would collapse with the amount of people crammed inside. Somehow, everyone survived arriving at the tear between worlds.
“Head for the portal!” Sam shouts, urging people off the bus and toward the glowing strip of time-continuum.
Your eyes dart quickly around to account for everyone. A flash of worry floods through you until you spot Gabriel with Jack and Cas helping people reach the portal.
Sam and Dean are busy bussling around, finally getting the last of everyone off the bus.
This was going too well, but you weren’t complaining.
A loud crash about ten feet in front of you interrupts your thoughts. Dirt and debris fly everywhere and you’re able to make out the shape of a man through the smoke.
“Run, go!” A voice shouts in the distance, though it’s very muffled. There’s a newfound ringing in your ears that has you disoriented and dizzy.
You quickly scramble backwards from the explosion and the man, trying to gain your footing. Your attempts are useless; the situation has you suddenly clumsy and not fast enough to join your friends. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabs onto your waist, lifting you up into a standing position. Your head is spiraling out of control, the ache of it creeping into the base of your neck.
You turn to face whoever had saved you. Their features are blurry and hardly recognizable. His mouth opens, but your brain is not able to register the words spilling from it. There’s a certain urgency to the way he’s holding you, if only you can figure out who it is.
“I’m sorry,” he says, you can faintly hear it, “I tried to save you.”
Your mind panics upon hearing those words. The blurry world around you clears up and you can see Gabriel’s face. There’s blood crusted over a cut from when he ran into a tree. His forehead and under eyes are riddled with wrinkles of all shapes and sizes. He’s staring at you with such importance that you know something is horribly wrong in this moment.
“What’s going on?"
He glances behind you, and then back to your eyes. His dirtied and dusty hands come up to cup your cheeks and he kisses you. Yells sound from all around you, but it’s hard to focus on anything except Gabriel.
His lips are no longer the soft ones you’re used to. They’re dry and so is the rest of his face except for the droplets of tears rolling down. It connects in your brain that he’s crying. Your Gabriel, the trickster, archangel, the guy who always hid his emotions, is crying.
Something is very, very wrong.
Gabriel’s mouth leaves yours; it feels like you’d just spent an eternity in these seconds.
“Please, tell me what’s happening,” you plead, reaching for his hands. You know that whatever you say to him won’t change his mind, whatever insane idea is running through there.
“I love you, always have, sweetheart, and always will,” your brain can’t comprehend it fast enough to do anything, but something, someone, is pulling you backwards.
“Take her and go,” Gabriel urges, turning to face his brother.
Whoever said that Gabriel always ran was a liar. All you’d ever seen Gabriel do was stand up for what is right.
Time slows and you watch in complete horror as Gabriel stands in the way of Michael and the rift.
“No!” You scream, pushing and shoving the person leading you back. Your elbow connects with their jaw, causing them to curse.
“C’mon Y/n, we’ve got to go,” Dean hisses, grabbing hold of your swinging arms to pin them behind you. Despite your agility, the oldest Winchester is way too strong and has the upper-hand in the situation. Struggling is almost useless, but you refuse to stop.
“Gabriel!”
Your voice is beginning to crack and go hoarse, but all you can do is shout.
“Let me go!” You croak as your eyes gloss over with fresh tears. Water streaks down the crooks of your cheeks and nose, landing on the lifeless ground below you.
Gabriel’s head turns for one last farewell. He’s wearing that trademark smile that always let’s you know it’ll be alright. His hair falls over his weary face; something about him seems different. It seems like his vessel has aged years.
“I love you, angel,” you pray hard, knowing he’ll hear.
His smile widens and he turns to Michael.
“Let’s tango, brother.”
Michael’s eyes widen for a split second before he dodges Gabriel’s attempt to stab him. Gabriel falters to the side, just in time for Michael to land an archangel blade right into his brother’s chest. The last thing Dean allows you to see is Gabriel’s grace flickering away.
“No!” You cry, being pulled back into your universe. If you’d had it your way, you would have died right beside your angel.
The atmosphere has suddenly changed. There’s the chatter of people and the clinking of drinks. You tear yourself out of Dean’s grip, running to the only place you can find solitude right now.
Hot and heavy tears sting your eyes, your nose is red and irritated, your hope is beyond shattered. Anger, resentment, and pain all burn through you like a wildfire.
You suddenly find yourself in your room, collapsing onto the bed. Your hands cover your face, the loud sobs probably being heard by everyone in the bunker.
A warmth rushes through you, with the faintest touch of a hand on your shoulder.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m right here.”
You can hear his voice talking to you now. The grief of the situation is really hitting hard.
The faint touch turns into a pair of confident, strong arms wrapping around your midsection. It would have scared you had you not been so ecstatic.
You spin around, leaning into the archangel with quite possibly the most urgent embrace ever.
“Hey, I’m fragile,” Gabriel jokes, chuckling lightly against your shoulder.
You break out of his grip, sniffling and rubbing your nose with the sleeve of your jacket.
“What was that, an illusion? Why didn’t you tell me, you asshole!”
The archangel immediately gives you a sheepish look.
“Not an illusion. I had some help with this, actually,” he mutters like he’s ashamed.
You frown, furrowing your brows into a straight line.
“Help? From who?”
Gabriel’s eyes glint with sadness.
“Myself. Alternate universe me. He’s the one you’d been with since I went off by myself. It was all his plan really. He wanted to see you again since his version of you died.”
Your thoughts were completely warranted in the past. She had found Gabriel, and they loved each other. The idea makes your sensitive eyes tear up once more; you lean into Gabriel’s chest for support.
Your ragged breathing is the only sound in the small room. The faint sound of cheering and yelling doesn’t interrupt the moment.
“You think she’s happy in Heaven?”
It’s completely unnecessary; of course she’s happy, it’s Heaven.
Gabriel runs his hands through your hair, letting out a long, drawn out sigh.
“Maybe some time we can go visit her. What do you say?”
You nod, crushing him with a strong hug. You’re beyond relieved that your Gabriel is alive and you want to cherish every moment of him. Hopefully other you’s best memory is one with him, so she can relive it every day up there.
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“You did what?!” Cas hisses, eyeing Gabriel angrily.
“We took him on a hunt, Cassie. No big deal,” the archangel defends with a mischievous undertone to his voice.
Cas’ wings fluff up, alerting Gabriel of how hostile he is now.
“Listen, he wanted to go and experience what we all do for a living. Can’t blame the kid for being curious.”
Cas shakes his head, “Okay, so why are Y/n and Jack handcuffed together?”
Two days before…
You jolt up from the couch, groaning.
“I am so bored.”
Gabriel snickers from his spot next to you. He raises an eyebrow as you dramatically fall onto his lap.
“Gabe, we haven’t had a case in days and the boys are gone on their own. I’m having withdrawals,” you sigh, stretching your arms out.
“I’m sure we could relieve your stress somehow,” the archangel says with an eyebrow wiggle.
You lightly smack your boyfriend’s arm, getting up from position on his legs.
“Jack is right there, Gabriel.”
Gabe’s eyes widen and glisten with a defiant spark. You hardly ever used his full name unless you were warning him to stop talking.
The naive nephilim pipes up from the chair next to you, “If by relieving stress you mean finding a case, then I think that is a good idea.”
Gabriel opens his mouth to be a smart-ass and you shoot him a warning glare.
“Sure, Jack, we can find something to hunt,” you reply, pursing your lips.
The repercussions of taking the nephilim out could end you and Gabriel in the dog house with the Winchesters and Cas. You know that the boys all think Jack isn’t ready for any cases, but you’re sure he can handle a simple ghost or vamp. What could possibly go wrong?
You flinch. Even that thought could end you all in big trouble.
–
“Bam, right there,” you toss your phone onto the table in front of Gabriel. The screen flickers bright with the words of a dead couple a few towns over. Their hearts had been torn out, you assume a small pack of werewolves to be the cause.
Gabriel nods, handing you back the device. He claps his hands together, calling Jack from the living room to join you both.
“Ready for your first official hunt, kid?”
Jack’s eyes light up and his lips quirk into a smile.
“Yes! Let’s go.”
You three pack a few small duffel bags and quickly toss them in the trunk of your car. It’d been awhile since you’d last driven your own baby, since Dean always insisted on driving or Gabe would poof you somewhere. Jack’s first case had to be authentic. No using any angel mojo unless necessary or taking the easy way out.
About half an hour into the drive, you glance back at the nephilim in the backseat. His legs fidget and he seems antsy from being stuck in a small space for this long.
“You okay, Jack?” You quip, peering in your rear view mirror for a split second before returning your eyes to the road.
“Yeah, I’m fine, Aunt Y/n,” he says from behind you.
You physically sigh out loud, earning a curious tilt of the head from the passenger in the back.
“Why do you not like it when I call you that?”
Your foot pauses on the gas pedal and you inhale sharply. It isn’t the right time to bring Jack into this sort of thing, but he needs to know eventually.
“That makes all of this official, Jack. I love Gabriel to death, I really do,” your archangel gently lays his hand on yours, “But calling me that almost destines us for something bad. The Winchesters and archangels bring about destruction on their own. I don’t want to be reminded what they will do together.”
An uncomfortable silence fills the car until, a few moments later, Jack pipes up.
“You guys taught me that family is everything. We shouldn’t be worried about the world if we have each other.”
Jack’s words ruminate through your head like a dozen bees in a hive. Maybe he was right in some way, but you couldn’t and wouldn’t chance the stigma of yours and Gabriel’s families.
Down the road, you notice a band of police cars and tape surrounding a large area behind a house.
“Looks like we’re here,” you mutter.
You chance a quick look in the mirror at Jack to see he’s in awe of the spectacle ahead of you.
You’re able to pull alongside the curb to gain a parking spot behind several emergency vehicles.
Quickly, you spin around in your seat to talk to your hunting prodigy.
“What we’re going to do is flash these badges at them, I’ll take care of explaining the situation,” you inform, handing the kid a fake ID and badge.
You glance down at your clothes and groan. Of course you’d forgotten to bring suits.
Gabriel senses your frustration, taking a small peek into your mind enough so that he can see the issue. With a snap of his fingers, Jack and himself are decked in tuxedo suits, while you’ve got what seems to be the most revealing pant suit you’ve ever seen.
“Okay, great start, let’s go,” you huff.
Upon approaching the crime scene, there’s not much to go off of. Blood is splattered across the pristine grass and the body seems to already be bagged up.
“Woah, woah.”
Before you and the boys can get a close enough look, you’re already being questioned by an officer. The man seems to be exasperated from finding yet another ‘animal’ attack.
“FBI, sir,” you announce, flashing him a quick look of your badge. You turn to see Gabriel nonchalantly grabbing Jack’s from his hand and flipping it right side up.
It takes everything in you not to physically cringe at the new hunters naivety.
“Right,” the cop says, “Well, it’s a clear animal attack from what we can tell. Unless ya’ll think it’s some kind of serial killer?”
“Yes, a serial killer! Exactly our suspicions, officer,” you send him a warm smile.
“Well, you guys can check out the scene if you’d like. Good luck to you.”
With that, the man works his way back over to his coworkers to assess the situation.
Hastily, you nudge Gabriel, “Go check out the body. Jack and I will look around for anything.”
“Alright,” Gabe huffs in dejection, stalking over to the body bag on his own.
You motion for Jack to join you over at the crime scene.
“Look for anything that will clue us into where we can find these werewolves,” you whisper, slapping Jack on the back and moving around the taped off area.
The nephilim circles the other way around. You quickly and efficiently scan the ground for anything of importance.
“Y/n!”
You perk up at the quiet yet harsh mention of your name. Jack is knelt on the grass, blocking the cops view of something on the ground. The last thing you all needed was police involvement on a hunt.
Casually, you walk over to the boy as he stands up with something in his hands.
You take the dirtied piece of paper and unfold it.
It reads: Meet me at 517 Ridge, the warehouse
“Okay, let’s get back to Gabriel.”
–
“Jack and I are going to meet with the wolves and you’ll be outside ready to save us.”
“No, you aren’t using yourselves as bait,” Gabriel argues, folding his arms like a protective father.
You roll your eyes. Of course it is going to be a problem.
“I trust that you’ll get us out of there, Gabe. Besides, Jack and I can handle ourselves.”
Gabriel’s frown softens the tiniest bit; you know you’re persuading him.
You sigh, placing a hand on his cheek. Your eyes lock with his golden ones and you smile.
“We’ll be okay, I promise.”
Gabriel groans, “Fine.”
–
“Jack, this way,” you urge, crouching by a doorway to peek inside a large room. Crates and cabinets line the walls, but it doesn’t seem like anyone is in there.
“This is the address,” you mutter, pausing to turn to your backup. Except, he’s disappeared.
“Jack,” you whisper sharply, glancing around the corner to find nothing.
“Mmmphh.”
It sounds like someone’s voice is muffled.
“What the-“
A pair of arms reach around you, dragging you backwards to force you to lose your balance. You push your body against the person in an attempt to gain the upperhand, but it’s of no use. Whoever it is, they’re supernaturally strong.
You can only assume they had already snatched Jack.
The one holding you has a hard time, finally managing to move you in the large room you’d been eyeing earlier. About ten feet away, you can see Jack laying on the ground, seemingly unconscious.
“Damn werewolves.”
With a quick gaze around the room, you see a few symbols drawn on the walls with blood. They looked similar the the angel sigils Gabe and Cas had taught you awhile back.
If they knew what Gabriel is, this is definitely a problem.
Suddenly, the man behind you shoves you to your knees on the ground. The material of your pants begin to tear at the force, leaving your skin with no protection from the cement beneath you.
You’re about to make a witty remark about pretty much anything to save yours and Jack’s hides when a fist connects with the side of your head. You fall down, limp, and darkness swallows up your vision.
–
A couple of voices sound like they’re in an adjacent room. The noises echoing so much that you can hear them.
You awaken with a start, gasping for breath as if you’d just run a mile.
“Gabriel!” You pray loudly, attempting to move your right arm, but finding it bound to something. Upon a slight tug, you hear a groan.
Your eyes dart to the left at the figure beside you. Blonde hair, white tee shirt, definitely Jack. You glance down at your hand’s confines to find a pair of handcuffs attached to yours and the nephilim’s wrists.
“Hey, Jack,” you whisper, jiggling your arm to move his body.
It takes a few tries, but the nephilim starts to stir awake.
“W-where are we,” he mumbles groggily, attempting to move his other hand which is attached to a wall with a chain. With a quick look at your other wrist, you note that yours is tied as well to the wall.
“They must know what you are. These handcuffs are angel-proof. No escaping via your mojo.”
Jack’s eyes dart around anxiously to find some kind of escape route.
“It’s okay. Gabriel should-”
The sound of a creaking door interrupts your attempt to calm the nephilim down. From the small beam of light streaming in before the door shuts, you can make out the silhouettes of three men.
“Looks like they finally woke up,” one of the men smiles, flashing his dramatically long incisors at you and Jack.
“We really got ourselves a catch. A nephilim and an archangel.”
A what now? They thought you were Gabriel?
“How’d you find us?” you growl, playing along with the wrong information. It makes sense that they handcuffed you and Jack together if they think both of you are celestial.
The first wolf tilts his head at an angle and grins cockily.
“We teamed up with some demons. They have a need for you two.”
If you are now Gabriel, it’s time to act your part.
“Really? Seems like demons have better things to do than work with werewolves,” you smirk.
The second werewolf steps up, maybe to hit or threaten you, but the first one holds his arm out to stop him.
“Don’t harm the bartering chips,” he warns, baring his teeth at his friend.
Before the werewolf can answer, a knock reverberates from the metal door. Mr. Leader Wolf urges one of the others to get it and he quickly obliges.
Before the creature can even get to the door, it slams open.
“Hello boys.”
You squint at the figure approaching. Whoever it is has an air of authority or very high arrogance.
“You have what I asked for?” The man speaks, his voice deep and void of any emotions. Definitely a demon.
“Of course. We always deliver,” the leader werewolf stalks over to you and Jack, motioning toward you both, “The archangel Gabriel, and the nephilim.”
The demon finally comes into view. He’s got dark hair, a menacing beard and a brooding look on his face. He reeks of cheap cologne that covers every inch of his poorly-tailored suit.
He kneels in front of you, careful not to dirty his outfit. You can feel the hot breath of his exhale as he studies you closely. One moment passes and then he’s standing up. The demon’s focus falls on the werewolves and you watch his demeanor change.
“I should have known not to work with wolves,” he hisses.
The werewolves are all floored by the man’s sudden change in behavior.
“What do you mean? We got what you asked for!”
In a blink of an eye, the demon appears in front of you. He grabs hold of your neck with strong force and turns back to the others.
“This is not what I wanted. She is human, not an archangel.”
The hand around your throat tightens, causing you to panic. Every gasp for air is repressed by the demon’s handle on you. Jack struggles to get out of his confinements to save you, but he is powerless as well.
“I swear, they were together. Last we heard the archangel and the nephilim were traveling together.”
“Enough!”
You are released from the man’s grip just as black dots start to spot the edges of your vision. With the lack of oxygen going to your brain, you start to doze off.
“Y/n,” you’re nudged by the nephilim beside you, but it doesn’t matter. Your body succumbs to the darkness as your eyes fall shut.
–
“That was a close call.”
“This is what hunting is like, Jack.”
The voices are distant and fuzzy in the back of your head. Speaking of your head, you’ve got a raging headache right now.
Your eyes dart open as your mind begins piecing the events before your blackout together. The first thing you notice are your surroundings. You’re in what seems to be the backseat of your car.
Gabriel’s eyes flit up to the rear view mirror noticing that you’re awake.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he breathes a sigh of relief that you’ve come to this quick.
“What the hell happened?” You hold a hand to the front of your skull, trying to relieve the awful pain ebbing inside.
You attempt to move your other hand to hold yourself steady in the moving car, but find it still connected to Jack’s with the cuffs. Of course Gabriel couldn’t get them off; they were made specifically to trap him and other angels.
“I found you and Jack tied up while the werewolves and demon were bickering. The place was warded up the wazoo,” Gabriel rolls his eyes, glancing back to check on your well-being. Always such a worrier, he is.
“Thank you, Gabe,” you groan, leaning back against the car seat.
“No problem. Well, one problem.”
You quirk and eyebrow up at him.
“We’ve got to explain to your brothers and mine what happened since I can’t get those cuffs off.”
–
It was almost like Sam, Dean and Cas knew when you were coming back. As soon as you, Gabriel, and Jack step through the bunker’s front door, you’re all bombarded with glares.
“Hey…” you drawl out, waving your free hand at your brothers. You hide your other one behind you and Jack does the same. You’d never stood so close to the nephilim before.
“Where were you all?” Dean questions angrily, a stern brotherly look on his face.
In the words of Gabriel, you guys are so uber boned.
“Would you believe us if-”
“We went on a hunt!” Jack interrupts you suddenly and you wince.
You let out a sigh of defeat, holding out yours and Jack’s connected hands.
The looks you got from the three men were close to being able to kill you and Gabriel. Sam and Dean drag you and the nephilim off to find something that will unlock the handcuffs.
Gabriel is left with to fend for himself with a not-very-happy-looking Cas.
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Ancient Magic
A/N: I wrote this between the hours of 11pm and 2 am… so yep. But I really do love it 🙂
Word Count: 1.5k+ words… oops
“Gabriel, get out! Now!”
Only a few days ago you were your fine, loving self. And then one case happened and now you’ve got a thirst for blood. It seemed like an average witch hunt at the time. But thinking about it now, how could Gabriel be so stupid?
Upon entering the building the witch was suspected to be in, a large wave of energy hit both you and the archangel. You were tossed against the door, slumping to the ground as your body made contact with the hard surface.
Gabriel, on the other hand, was not affected. He found the witch just across the room, with a ball of raw energy in her hands. She wore a devilish grin which faltered as she saw Gabriel unaffected.
With a snap of the archangel’s fingers, the witch disappeared into a cloud of dust. There was no time for questions.
Gabriel quickly rushed to your unconscious side, picked you up and teleported back to the safety of the bunker. You woke up not long after, seemingly unaffected by whatever the witch had done.
That was only days before now.
The blood-red veins in your eyes took hold of the pupils and dragged them into a violent darkness. Your focus is on him alone.
“Gabriel!”
The archangel’s daydream quickly comes to an end as you lunge at him. Gabriel reflexively tries dodging your attack, but his instincts aren’t that sharp. You end up surprisingly knocking the archangel to the ground.
Sam and Dean both have to physically grab you and pull you off of him in order for the archangel to get up.
“Take her downstairs,” Castiel urges, allowing the Winchesters to take you away before turning to his brother.
“What color was the spell that hit you both?”
Gabriel thinks back. It’s almost hard to remember, considering his soulmate has suddenly decided she wants him dead.
“It was red,” he recalls, widening his eyes at his brother in realization.
“Gabriel, that magic has been forbidden for centuries. That’s soulmate magic.”
The archangel nods. He’s very aware of the old magic.
Back when soulmate’s were more common occurrences, someone created a type of magic that used the power of their soulmate bond to wreak havoc. The most used spell was, in summary, a way to split apart soulmates. It caused soulmates to go for each other’s throats until one died. Then the spell would lift and the person alive would have to live with the thought that they killed their mate.
The spell had never been used against angels, as it was made before Heaven started to interfere with humans.
That being said, Gabriel is not affected by the curse, but you are.
“Cas, I killed the witch. She’s dead,” he says, letting out a frustrated groan.
Castiel squints and clenches his teeth.
“I don’t know anything about curing that form of magic. It was created by humans, and as angels, we never experienced it firsthand.”
Again, the archangel nods. He feels so numb and helpless. Normally, everything was at the tips of his fingers, always in his grasp. But this is uncharted territory for once, and he doesn’t know how to solve it.
“There might be something in the library,” Cas offers, as if knowing the defeated look in Gabriel’s eyes.
He needs to help you.
–
“Gabriel, you cannot see her, under ANY circumstances. Do you hear me?” Dean instructs, flipping another page in his fifth lore book.
Of course, Gabriel hears him, but the words don’t register in his mind.
“Yeah, uh huh,” he mutters, staring down at the book on the table. He’d hardly read any of it. You were always there to make him focus during research, though you were usually the one doing most of it.
“Gabriel, we’re serious,” Sam yawns, rubbing his eyes.
“I’m going to go get some food real quick,” Gabriel announces, disappearing in an instant despite the boys shouts of protest.
His presence can be felt, you could always tell when he was around.
“Face me like a real archangel,” you tug violently at the chains constraining your hands, “Let me go so I can rip your throat out!”
Gabriel slowly steps into your full vision, getting a view of your broken state. On the inside, you seem just as broken without him as he is without you.
On the outside, as soon as your eyes make contact with his, you go berserk. Screaming, struggling, whatever you can do to try and get at him.
Gabriel is frozen in place. He doesn’t know what to do. The sudden pull of his jacket has him coming to his senses and turning around.
“Go back upstairs,” Dean hisses, pushing the archangel toward the exit.
Gabriel hears Dean trying to calm you down as he closes the door behind him. That’s supposed to be his job. He internally scolds himself for going down there to begin with but he had to see you.
Get yourself together, Gabriel, he thinks, you can survive not seeing her long enough to find the cure.
Days pass with small glimpses of hope here and there but nothing significant in the end. Piles of skimmed through books lay scattered on one half of the library.
Sam and Dean gave you food and would let you upstairs as long as Gabriel was nowhere to be seen.
It is incredibly difficult for Gabriel not to see you. You’re his rock, his everything. He’d rather endure your physical attempts at torture than this.
“Hey, I think I found something,” Dean says, quickly skimming over a small section of the book.
“We’ve said that how many times already?” Gabriel groans, staring intently at a sentence he’s been trying to comprehend for the past five minutes.
“No, this looks right. It says, ‘In order to reverse the spells effects, the spell caster’s soulmate must be killed.’“
For once, the hope that kept being torn down is alive.
“How do we find the witch’s soulmate?” Sam inquires, dropping his book on the table with a thud.
Castiel glances at Gabriel and then back at the Winchesters.
“I believe that since the spell uses the soulmate’s bond and it is still inhabiting Y/n, we can use some of her blood for a tracking spell. If all goes right, it should work.”
Gabriel agrees silently, watching as Sam goes downstairs to somehow convince you that he needs a few drops of your blood. The overwhelming guilt of the situation suddenly hits the archangel. His job as your soulmate has always been to protect you and this time he hadn’t.
Gabriel feels a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“You are projecting because of your grief, brother. What happened to Y/n is not your fault,” Castiel gazes down at his hurting sibling with so much pity that it almost deters Gabriel away.
“I won’t stop until she’s back to normal, Cas,” Gabriel mutters, running his hands sloppily through his disheveled hair.
Castiel nods solemnly, “I expect nothing less of you, Gabriel.”
Sam appears through the doorway, trotting over with a small vial of blood. He places it down on the table next to a bowl Gabriel had conjured up and the rest of the ingredients needed. A detailed map is flattened out directly next to everything.
Castiel begins the spell, tossing in the correct amounts of each ingredient before finally adding in your blood and muttering some words in Latin.
The liquid mixture begins trailing over the edge of the bowl and onto the map. It’s red color looks eerily similar to blood, reminding Gabriel of how you had to be hurt in order for this to work.
The spell stops on top of a small town a few hours north of the bunker. The rest of it would work once the four of them got within a certain distance of the soulmate.
“Let’s go, we’ve got no time to lose,” Gabriel calls, snapping his fingers impatiently and teleporting the four of them in the middle of the town.
Castiel closes his eyes, feeling for the spell to pull him toward their target. He opens his eyes mere seconds later and starts running in the direction of an old farmhouse.
Gabriel knows what he’s doing. He doesn’t need the Mystery gang as backup. Without a second of hesitation, he transports himself into the house.
“Babe, are you-”
A man comes into view in the living room, eyes widening at the sight of Gabriel. He has no time to plead for his life because before the thought can even enter his head, Gabriel has turned him into the same dust that his soulmate was turned into.
The front door bursts open, and as the three men enter, Castiel can feel the spell disintegrating. Gabriel had done it but he is nowhere to be found.
–
“Y/N,” Gabriel quietly tests the waters, praying to his absent father that the cure had worked.
You blink up at him groggily, smiling.
“What’s up, Goldilocks? What happened?” You glance down at the shackles on your arms and feet, “Damn, did we get into some kinky stuff again?”
Gabriel lets out a breathy laugh, rushing to get the restraints off of you and pull you up into a breathtaking hug.
It all started in your dreams months ago. Looking at Gabriel now, you can’t help but think back to your old, naive life. Thinking about it was like reminiscing on a vacation you’d seen in a movie.
As you watched Gabriel’s mouth move and the apologies spilled out like a waterfall, you can’t help your focus shifting. The words hit your ear but don’t register in your mind. You notice the way his lips open and it reminds you of when he’d used to tell dumb jokes that had you laughing all day.
His eyes twitch amusedly, his eyebrow quirking up.
You narrow yours, puzzled.
“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?”
These were the first words you’d heard come out of his mouth in the last few minutes of your daydreaming.
You press your lips together, humming a low note under your breath.
“Not really,” you shrug.
The whole thing seems pointless to you. Anger, lying, betrayal, they all had nothing against pure joy. The world was so messed up and for what reason?
Gabriel had only wanted you safe, and despite his deceit, you feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you. Fighting and holding grudges were just too exhausting any more.
Gabriel’s features turn softer and less mischievous. His mouth opens again as you try focusing on the words.
“I really am sorry, Y/n,” the sentence falls from his lips with such self-hatred and resentment that it’s hard to not apologize yourself.
“I know,” you whisper, catching a glimpse of the glimmering wetness in his eyes.
Gabriel glances up from the floor to you. He was afraid, you could tell. Afraid of your anger, afraid of not being able to fix his wrongs, afraid of losing you.
“Still love me?” He grins slightly, mouth twitching upwards.
The next few moments are torturous for both of you. Gabriel not knowing your answer, despite his outward wavering confidence. And you, wondering whether to let his one mistake decide both of your lives.
You feel the deep pressure of your heart pumping throughout your body. The steady beat calms you and gives you a moment of clarity.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling Gabriel’s torso into yours. You press your forehead against his, wiping away a stray tear that falls down his cheek with your thumb.
Gabriel’s bright golden orbs gaze into yours. He’s shaking, if only a little bit, from worry.
“I’ll always love you, doofus,” you mumble, feeling the breath of Gabriel’s sharp exhale on your face.
You grin, moving your head so that your chin is leaning on his shoulder, hugging him properly.
His weight shifts as you press into him; he’s holding you steady, his hands firmly planted on your waist.
Gabriel made his mistakes, and both of you knew that. All that mattered now was now.
Your past, though altered and rearranged, did not define you. And Gabriel’s didn’t define his, either.
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