I’ll Save You

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.

You gently turn in his arms to face him.

“You’re distracting me, angel. I’ve hardly listened to anything they’ve said.”

His lips tug into a small smirk.

“Let me be your distraction.”

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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Supernatural Group Chat 6

Y/n added Sam and Dean to the chat.

Y/n: Guys, I need your help. Jack’s asking me about “the talk”. 🙄

Sam: …Dean what did you do

Dean: Nothing. He was already interested in it and I told him I’d give him “the talk” when we got back.

Y/n: Then why is he asking me???

Dean: I might have told him to do that…

Y/n: ….You two are no help apparently

Y/n added Gabriel and Castiel to the chat.

Y/n: I need one of you to give Jack “the talk”. He’s curious and needs to know, but I’m not telling him.

Gabriel: No thanks, he isn’t my kid. Besides, the first time I was given “the talk” was a long time ago. Cassie, didn’t you just get “the talk” last week?

Y/n: Haha, very funny. It was TWO weeks ago.

Castiel: I don’t get why this is funny. I’d rather not explain to Jack what sex is.

Y/n: SHHHHH YOU CAN’T SAY THAT WORD. MY VIRGIN EARS

Gabriel: *Far from virgin ears

Y/n: 😮🤫

Jack joined the chat.

Y/n: Wtf how

Sam: Oh shoot

Dean: I’m out, see ya 🤘🏻

Dean left the chat.

Sam: Sounds like Dean’s calling for me 😶 👋🏻

Sam left the chat.

Jack: Hello.

Y/n: Hey Jack. How did you get on here?

Jack: 🤫

Gabriel: ….

Y/n: Never do that again

Jack: What? Join your chat?

Y/n: No, don’t use that emoji.

Y/n: Alright, well, you have fun, Cas. Let’s head out, Gabe.

Y/n left the chat.

Gabriel: 😛

Gabriel left the chat.

Jack: Hey Castiel

Castiel: …yes Jack…

Jack: I already know what sex is 🤫

Castiel: Good job, son 🥳

Uncle Gabe and Aunt Y/n: Jack’s First Hunt

Word Count: 2.7k+ words (I’m actually kind of sorry)

–

“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.

–

Uncle Gabe and Aunt Y/n: The Amusement Park

A/N: Because the writers missed out on a huge chance for some Uncle Gabriel bonding moments 😭

———————

Knock. Knock.

You groan. It’s too early for the Winchesters to be needing you. The form of a body next to you shifts, wrapping an arm around your torso.

Gabriel sighs into the crook of your neck, muttering a quiet “Make them go away”.

Normally, you’d agree and tell the boys to shoo but normally they would never wake you up unless it was something important.

You reluctantly roll out from under your archangel’s grasp and off the bed.

“What do you want?” Is all you say in the early morning tone that sounds like you‘re angry.

Whoever it is doesn’t open the door, probably from bad past experiences with you and Gabriel in some compromising positions.

“We’ve got a hunt and we need you two to look after Jack for a few days,” the Winchester, presumably Sam from the sounds of it, explains.

Lately, you and Gabriel would accompany the Winchesters while Cas stayed behind. This time, it’d be nice to sit one out and at the same time get Cas back into the swing of things.

“Alright, we’ll be out in a bit.”

You glance over at Gabriel, who’s still occupying the same space on the bed. With a roll of your eyes, you quickly get dressed into a comfortable tee and a pair of sweats.

At this point, Gabriel still has not moved.

“Get up, Gabe, it’s our time to watch the child,” you .

Gabriel huffs under the covers but slowly removes the sheets from his face.

“Which one?”

The small, playful smirk plastered on his mouth has you smiling.

“Haha. Listen, it could be a lot worse. We can handle babysitting your nephew for a couple days.”

The archangel casually takes his time getting up and out of the bed, long enough for you to leave in search for the nephew in question.

“Jack? You around?” You call out, heading toward the library where he usually is.

He loved reading lore and learning more about the world.

“Hi, Aunt Y/n!”

You jump, startled at the nephilim’s sudden appearance.

“Gosh, don’t scare me like that. And what did I say about calling me Aunt Y/n? Gabriel and I aren’t married.”

A loud woosh can be heard behind you. You quickly recognize the all too familiar sound of a specific archangel’s wings.

“Oh, leave the boy alone. We’re practically married, anyways,” your boyfriend chuckles, embracing you from behind. He leans his head onto your shoulder to peer at Jack.

“Whatcha wanna do, kid?” Gabriel then moves his gaze to you, “As the cool aunt and uncle, we have to step up our game.”

You smile, silently agreeing with him.

Jack purses his lips together and furrows his brows in concentration.

“I’ve heard about roller coasters on television. Could we go on one?”

You have to hold back an ‘Aw’ at the nephilim’s naive nature.

Gabriel releases you from his arms, smirking at his nephew.

“Why just one?”

–

You scream in excitement as the cars reach the top of the hill and shoot straight down the track.

Gabriel had whisked the three of you to an amusement park full of rides, food, and thrills.

Currently, you’re on your sixth coaster of the day. You’re on the left side, Gabriel in the middle, and Jack on the far right.

The cars suddenly come to a breaking halt, then slowly start inching forward to the exit.

“That was great!” You hear the nephilim announce as the ride stops completely.

You and Gabriel both smile and unlock your seatbelts. Seeing Jack unwind makes your heart swell.

You glance over at your ‘nephew’ and you see him struggling with the lock on the restraints. He still hasn’t gotten used to the belts, so Gabriel has to help him out.

It really is like babysitting a child. Technically, he was only a few months old.

You wobble slightly, trying to regain your balance as the three of you head for the exit.

“We really are the best aunt and uncle,” you laugh.

Gabriel grins happily. You calling yourself Jack’s aunt has the archangel falling in love with you all over again.

You and the celestial beings finally exit the area, finding a place to sit. It had been a lot of walking throughout the day. The sun started to set about half an hour ago and the park would soon be closing.

“Thank you both for today. I enjoyed doing things normal people would do,” Jack says, gazing over at you and Gabe with pure, innocent joy.

Gabriel places his arm around your waist as you simultaneously lean into his side. He uses his other hand to ruffle the hair on his nephew’s head.

“No problem, kiddo. Just remember to tell Cassie how much fun you had with us.”

You slap Gabriel’s chest, “Stop that. Tell him you enjoyed spending time with him.”

Your boyfriend sighs, knowing he’s been defeated. His heart was in the right place, he just had a hard time expressing it.

“I’m glad we could spend some time together, Jack. In this world, family’s all we’ve got.” As Gabriel finishes, he squeezes your side and glances up at the sky.

In that instant, loud booms come from across the park. The sky lights up with the most fantastic display of fireworks you’ve ever seen.

Jack gazes up in complete awe of the spectacle.

“I love you guys. Thank you,” he gasps as another firework fizzles out.

You and Gabriel hold each other tighter as you respond for the archangel and yourself.

“We love you, too, Jack.”

–

In My Dreams (10)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

(Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9)

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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In My Dreams 9

Word Count: 900+ words

A/N: The big reveal! Who is the reader and what is her connection to Gabriel?

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

(Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8)

–

Things had calmed down. Everyone was fine but there was an issue. Gabriel wanted to leave.

“Sorry, buckos, but this isn’t my fight. Plus I bet on you once already and look how that turned out.”

Gabriel started for the door despite Sam and Cas’ protests and threats. Nothing stopped him, besides you calling his name.

At the sound of your voice ringing sweetly in his ear, he turned.

You expected a response or some kind of answer. However, all the archangel did was smile and wiggle his eyebrows at you. With that, he disappeared, but not without sending a message to your mind like Cas always had.

I’ll be back. I need time.

You nodded silently to yourself, hoping Gabriel knew you understood.

–

It was around a week before you saw the archangel again.

Dean was still just as livid as he had been when he’d gotten back from the alternate universe. Gabriel was the only key to getting back there.

It wasn’t surprising that as Gabriel zapped into the room of hunters, he had guns pointed to his chest.

The trickster held his hands up in a mock defeat sort of way, and slowly dropped them as the guns lowered.

“I came to talk.”

You raised an eyebrow, curiously.

The archangel said nothing after that, carefully approaching where you’re sat. Everyone in the room soon realized that his interaction was with you.

Gabriel’s eyes locked with yours, looking for some kind of reassurance that you trusted him. He stood directly in front of you, leg barely brushing against your bent knee.

He placed two fingers on your forehead. His eyes glowed with a calming light you’d seen only once before.

You fell back into the chair as the memories washed in like a tsunami.

You’d grown up with Bobby after your parents were killed by a rugarou. You’d met the Winchesters as a child and hunted with them for years. You’d met Gabriel.

It was a particularly odd hunt involving a trickster and lots of frustration. Good thing was, the trickster fell for you just as you had him.

Everything was fine until that dreadful night came. It was a fate both you and Gabriel were avoiding. But in the end, he had to stop his brother.

So much more than just that happened at the Elysian hotel that night.

For fear of your safety, Gabriel wiped your mind of the Winchesters, of him, and anything to do with hunting. He left just enough knowledge of the supernatural for you to protect yourself, but not look for fights. There were false memories of your childhood, growing up with parents and having a normal life.

Every single headache-inducing vision was real.

You gasp for air, unable to breathe steadily. Your gaze is now embedded into Gabriel with a new curiousity.

Boyfriend, lover… traitor.

“How dare you,” you hiss.

The memories flooded in and made it hard to process. But you knew one thing. He’d done the one thing he’d promised never to do: mess with your mind.

Gabriel holds his arms up in defense.

“I’ll explain my reasoning later. Let me give them their memories, too,” he nods off towards Sam, Dean, and Cas.

You furrow your brows before realizing what he means.

“You took their’s also? Even Cas?”

Gabriel feigns a smile, “Surprise.”

Sam, Dean, and Cas are equally confused on the situation. They had no idea the past you had with them.

Gabriel snaps his fingers and all three men fall to the ground as you just had.

Cas is the first to come to from his newfound memories being implanted back. He doesn’t seem too happy about it, either.

“You erased our memories?”

Gabriel shrugs as if the whole past hadn’t been altered and ripped from your heads.

“I did what I had to do,” the archangel responds.

Dean and Sam slowly rouse back to consciousness, wincing as the past injects itself into their minds.

Your lips quirk up into a smile and you rush to meet them in a hug. For you three and Cas, being fully together had been so long ago.

Dean stumbles back at the impact of your body, and Sam laughs in response.

Reunions now aside, there was still the archangel’s looming explanation sitting in the air.

Gabriel clears his throat and directs his words to you despite the others curiously listening.

“Once Lucifer thought he’d killed me, I knew it was about time he’d go for you next. I implanted false memories and gave you a life you deserved. Then I had to fiddle with Sam, Dean, and Castiel’s so Lucifer had no way of finding you.”

You purse your lips, glancing away for a moment to process before he finishes the story.

“Once Asmodeus captured me, I needed help. There was no one I had a connection with as strong as you that I could project to. So I appeared in your dreams and brought you to the Winchesters.”

The last of Gabriel’s words ring in the silent air surrounding you. It was all too much for one day. Never in a millenia would you have thought that this was always your life.

Gabriel sighs, clasping his hands together.

“Sorry, buckos, but Y/n and I need to talk privately.”

You aren’t quick enough to tell him no before the Winchesters and Cas disappear. The sudden action makes you groan, but instead of backing out, you push forward.

“Alright, Gabriel. Let’s talk.”

–

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In My Dreams (8)

Word Counter: 1,400+ words

A/N: I didn’t proofread this so let me know of any mistakes or errors, thanks!

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

(Part 6) (Part 7)

–

You jumped through the portal without hesistation, followed closely by five others. Your heart pulsed and adrenaline pumped through your body. Sam and Dean thanked Rowena and sent her on her way.

You were tasked with helping clean up the broken archangel. Plus, you had some important questions.

Gabriel silently followed you to your room, trudging along.

You allow the archangel inside and motion for him to sit on the freshly made bed. His movements are jerky and not consistent. You shake away the feeling of helplessness and sorrow.

You search around for a med kit, eventually finding one hidden in the bathroom along with a wet cloth to clean the wounds.

The whole experience of this had been a roller coaster of emotions for you, not to mention the visions and headaches. Just as you step into the bedroom with the items, an immense pain radiates through your skull.

You cry out unknowingly and get sucked back into a black fog.

Your body shivers violently from the chilly air. You walk willingly toward a dimly lit diner just up the road.

“Let me take you back to the bunker, you’ll catch a cold,” a masculine voice says from behind you.

Without needing to know who it is, you sigh, but stay silent. Your eyes avert quickly to the body that appears beside you.

“Don’t play stubborn with me, Y/n,” the man says. He finally comes into view and that is enough to send you spiraling back into consciousness.

Sam and Cas go rushing into your room at the sound of your scream. Sam had no idea what was happening, but Cas knew otherwise.

They find you on your knees and grasping your head.

Sam glances around for Gabriel, who’d since scurried into the corner out of fright.

Cas holds your shoulders as you jolt back to reality.

“Gabriel,” you breathe out, wildly scanning for the archangel. You spot him across the room looking at you in fear.

He was the man in your vision.

Cas narrows his eyes and you know that your secret isn’t safe any longer. The angel’s determined stare is enough to make you confess.

“I’ve been getting visions and headaches. They have been progressively intensifying as time goes on.”

Sam opens his mouth to scold you for not telling him earlier when you interject.

“I’m not our biggest issue right now.”

“I am.” The deep, gravelly voice comes from the feeble looking archangel in the corner. His eyes are less alarmed and more alert.

You suck a breath in, almost choking at how fast you’d inhaled.

Cas offers his brother a hand, to which the archangel gratefully takes to pull himself up.

You can finally get a good look at the celestial being who’d once been full of power. He’s frightened, and it’s taking every bit of courage for him to not fall apart.

It was such a precious, intimate moment that you hadn’t wanted to break with the questions that plagued your mind.

In that moment, everything seemed fine. But then, of course it wouldn’t last long.

Gabriel’s demeanor instantly changed the split second the phone went off.

Sam’s brows creased in curiousity as he checked the screen. Whatever was on it, didn’t seem good by the way he pursed his lips into a thin line upon putting the device on speaker.

“Hello?”

“Sam Winchester? It’s Asmodeus. I’ve heard that you have something that belongs to me. I want it back.”

Gabriel cowers away, eyes wide with a deep, internal fear.

“No,” Sam responds quickly, ready to hang the phone up.

Asmodeus chuckles on the other side, “You’ve got ten minutes before I come burn down that bunker and take him.”

Sam ends the call with a shaking finger.

“What do we do?” You shudder at the thought of not being safe in the bunker.

Cas eyes Sam for a sign of an idea of what to do, but he has nothing. What you all needed was a fully-powered archangel.

“Wait,” you pause, reaching in Sam’s pocket for the one thing he was holding closest to him in the moment.

You gently tug out the vial of grace that glimmered with a blue hue.

Careful not to scare him, you hand the grace over to Gabriel. His gaze is uncertain, but he obliges.

The sparkling essence enters his body, but nothing else happens.

“Anything,” you ask hopefully.

Gabriel shakes his head, “Nothing.”

Red flashes of light followed by the sounds of sirens blaring startled everyone. Asmodeus was here, and he wanted an archangel.

“Y/n, stay with Gabriel. Cas and I will check the bunker,” Sam instructs.

You nod in agreement. It wasn’t wise to split up normally, but Gabriel was in no shape to go patrolling.

Sam and Cas exit the room with their weapons drawn to begin securing the bunker.

You groan; this was too much right now.

“I’m sorry.”

The words are out of the blue coming from the once silent archangel.

You nod, turning to face him with a small, melancholy smile. Your assumption was that his apology was for getting you into this whole ordeal. Maybe you were right, or maybe it was something else.

Either way, this was your life now.

The door to the hallway was still open, and in that second, three men entered the room with a tremendously quick attack. The first two pushed you out of the way and went for the celestial being chilling on your bed.

The demons grabbed Gabriel first, securing him despite his sporadic struggling.

The third one came straight for you. He held a blade by his chest, pointed toward you and wore a deadly grimace. He took the split second to lash out, which you easily blocked.

The next attack was from you as your fist landed in the demon’s gut. He staggered back but, unfortunately, recovered. You made another offensive move before a thick sleepiness overtook.

Your body fell to the ground, limp, and the demon shrugged. He picked you up and carried you to the war room.

On your end, however, everything dimmed once you impacted with the floor.

“Sammy!” Dean shouted, wrestling the demon closest to him as his brother was failing with his own.

You, on the other hand, had just defeated a particularly weak demon. Your focus turns to Sam as you rush over to help.

You awaken with a loud gasp, intaking a large amount of air to regain your composure. Everything before the vision comes back to you. Instead of being in your room like you were earlier, you’re being held by a pair of strong arms in the war room.

You struggle, but in the end, it’s useless.

Cas and Sam are across the room, pinned against the wall.

Then, the big, bad Prince of Hell is standing front and center. Asmodues holds his hand out to strangle the boys with his newly found powers.

His eyes fall unto you.

“Who is this?” Asmodues’ lips curl into a devious grin.

Your eyes go wide with fear and a brief resilience.

“A fresh face around here is just what I need. Maybe I’ll take you as leverage,” the deep southern voice chuckles, “Or maybe I’ll kill you.”

Asmodeus grabs at your neck and lifts you off the ground a few inches. His hold tightens, beginning to restrict your air intake. You gasp for a breath and struggle, but it’s utterly no use against a being this powerful.

Your eyes dart crazily around the room for some sort of out. Finally, they fixate on Gabriel at the balcony. His body glows with such an hostile instensity that, for a moment, you’re frightened. But his anger isn’t for you.

The demons constraining the archangel are immediately turned to a fine, black dust that scatters over the floor.

Asmodeus loosens his hold enough for you to free yourself and back away. The prince of hell’s confidence wanes as he spots the archangel.

“What are you doing, boy? I broke you!”

Gabriel raises a hand up and snaps his fingers. Luckily, you’d gotten far enough away that the demon combusting didn’t fry you as well. All you felt was a slightly warm tingle on the skin of your arms.

Asmodeus’ body turned to nothing in thin air along with any fear you’d had.

Cas and Sam pulled themselves off of the floor. Gabriel lowered his arm and sighed.

He was back.

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Broken

Word Count: 800+ words

A/N: Spoilers for Season 13!

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You stepped in the room a moment before noticing the walls.

“Enochian,” you breathe, carefully glancing down at the wounded archangel.

“Sam, Cas, you might want to see this!” You called.

The two came to your voice in just a few seconds, seeming worried. Their eyes foew to the dark ink that covered the walls.

“It’s Enochian,” Sam mumbled.

You sigh, “I know that, genius. Cas, what does it say?”

Cas trails a hand down a few of the symbols and glances around the rest of the room.

“It’s his story of after his death.”

You nod, utterly silent.

Just as Cas opened his mouth to tell the tale, Sam’s phone went off unexpectedly. The youngest Winchester’s gaze falls to the loud device to check for an ID. It’s completely blank.

He presses the speaker button and answers the phone.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other end is one all of you are too familiar with. Nothing can stray your hatred for that deep Southern accent.

“Sam Winchester? It’s Asmodeus. I believe you have something that belongs to me. Now, I’ll ask kindly for you to hand it over.”

Everyone in the room glances at a very distraught and traumatized Gabriel. He begins shaking his head and you have to hold him against your chest for his panic attack to stop.

“Not gonna happen,” Sam grits his teeth and frowns.

“Well then. You all have ten minutes to hand him over before I burn down that bunker and take him myself.”

You physically gulped as Sam hung up on the Prince of Hell.

“What are we going to do? It’s not like we have a fully charged archangel right now to help. And Asmodeus is too strong for us to take,” you mutter, placing your face in your hands. Losing Gabriel again wasn’t something you could deal with right now.

Cas raises an eyebrow and pulls the vial of archangel grace from his coat pocket. Sam eyes it warily; you can tell he’s skeptical.

You take the initiative of Cas’ idea, grab the vial and hand it to Gabriel.

“Maybe he just needs to charge up, like a battery,” you add, with a hint of humor.

Gabriel carefully holds onto the grace and a hint of a smile grazes his face. He brings the glass to his lips, letting the bright blue light enter his body.

His eyes close for a split second before they open to search yours.

“Anything?” You quietly hope.

Gabriel shakes his head in defeat.

That’s when the red, flashing sirens went off.

Everyone is the room goes into a silent, controlled panic. Sam and Cas bolt out the door towards the war room. You glance at Gabriel hesitantly, and the two of you follow.

Once all of you are in the main room, a couple demons jump out from the darkness and attack. You protect Gabriel from one demon’s grasp, stabbing it in the chest. Sam and Cas fight with the second one, easilg taking it down as well.

It didn’t seem like much of assault, but then again…

Just as a flutter of hope entered your mind, a white-suited body stepped into the light.

“Long time no see, fellas,” his attention turns to you, “And lady.”

Asmodeus’ hand flicks up.

Sam, Cas and yourself were all tossed against the wall. Asmodeus chuckled darkly.

A group of demons huddles around the archangel. The creatures carries Gabriel up the stairs and toward the door.

Everything seemed to be happening so quickly.

“Now for you three…”

Your throat began to close, and you assumed so did the boys’. You clawed at the invisible hands, desperate for air. Your eyes darted wildly to Gabriel and you silently plead to everything out there for help.

Just as the lights begin to dim, a bright blue glow emanates from the balcony.

Asmodeus loses his hold on the three of you to see what the commotion is. His eyes widen at the sight.

“Gabriel, what are you doing, boy? I broke you!”

The demons around the archangel dissipate into nothing and you can see the grace in him. He’s back.

Gabriel snaps his fingers and Asmodeus starts fo burst into flames.

“By the way, I always hated that dumbass suit.”

In an instant, the prince of hell turns into a pile of ash on the concrete floor.

You take deep breaths, trying to steady your racing heartbeat. Gabriel’s eyes fade back to their normal hazel color and he makes his way down the stairs.

As you’re pulling yourself up to a stand, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your midsection. The immediate scent of candy wafts from the archangel embracing you.

You return the hug as tears form in the corners of your eyes.

Gabriel leans his chin onto your shoulder and whispers something in your ear that Sam and Cas can’t hear.

You don’t seem shocked; all you do is nod solemnly.

With that, Gabriel disappears without saying anything to the boys.

His words ring in the back of your mind.

I’ve got to go, but I’ll be back this time.

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In My Dreams (7)

Word Count: 540+ words

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

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The instant thing that hit you was the scent of death. It was overwhelming and quite literally hellish.

Besides the aroma that told every part of your body it shouldn’t be there, the demons instantly knew your group was there.

It was like they could sense when humans were there.

The black-eyed creatures practically threw themselves onto you like a pack of wild dogs.

Sam and Dean did their best to ward the monsters away from you and Castiel, buying the two of you enough time to sneak away unseen.

“I believe the room Gabriel is being kept in is this way,” Cas whispered, ducking around a corner with you to avoid a pair of stray demons.

As the group passed, you and the angel made your way down a few twisted hallways that led to a single door. Foreign but familiar symbols were etched along the door frame to which Cas groaned at.

“Those are sigils. They prevent angels from exiting or entering the room. You will have to get in and scratch out the marking from the inside.”

He nodded toward the door as if nudging a child to it’s first day of school. All of this was brand new to you not long ago, how could you be expected to do this alone?

You checked both ends of the hall for demons, and upon finding nothing, you stalk to the door. It’s large, rusted-over and surprisingly unlocked as you carefully push the handle away from you. The door slides open with the smallest creak, revealing what seems to be a throne room.

A sudden wave of pain rushes to your head. All you see before you black out is the body of a man in a dark suit.

“I’m looking for a bargain, Crowley.”

The voice came from your body and sounded an awful lot like you.

There was no way it could be, right?

In front of you was the same room you were just standing in. On the throne sat a man with a well-tailored suit, dark hair, beard, and an intimidating stare.

“Not a chance, love. Though I’d absolutely adore your soul, you know my rules. I’ll play nice once the Winchesters do,” he spoke in such a deep Scottish accent that you’d never heard anything quite like it before.

You awoke quickly to the sound of Cas calling your name.

“I’m here,” you mumbled, quickly remembering the mission at hand and panicking.

“Are you okay?” The angel sternly whispered.

Both of you knew the headaches and visions were getting more frequent by the day.

“I’m fine,” you sighed. He was bound to tell the Winchesters after this ordeal was done.

Cas grabbed your arm and helped you into a standing position. Black spots dotted your vision, but the headache had gone away. Behind Cas was the man you saw before fainting and next to him was…

“Ketch, pleasure to meet you,” the suited man, apparently British, nodded to you.

You acknowledged his greeting and gave your name, though you weren’t entirely focused on him, but the being beside him.

The archangel looked nothing like the one in your dreams. He was battered, beaten, tortured, and his eyes showed the fear that radiated off of him.

“Gabr-“

“Let’s save greetings for later and get out of here before Asmodeus has our heads,” Ketch suggested, grabbing the sleeve of Gabriel’s dirty outfit and pulling him toward the exit.

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