Far Too Long

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.

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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.”