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.”

A Day Off

There’s a stranger writing notes on your desk. He seems to know who you are, but his identity is a mystery. Once the notes start hinting that this guy is in love with you, you’re determined to find your secret admirer.

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A/N: It’s back! I can’t say I’ll constantly update it, but I will when inspiration hits. (Especially now with Gabriel being alive 😫)

You and Gabriel called your mom, giving her a small bit of info regarding his condition. She immediately came and signed the two of you out, allowing both of you to leave.

As the two of you exited the building and walked to your cars, you glanced over at Gabriel.

“How about we meet at my house and hang out? That could help keep your mind busy.”

Gabriel gazes at you, his eyes filled with hope and a longing that instantly pulled you toward him. Spending time with you always managed to brighten his darkest of days and keep his mind off of his home life, especially how stunning you look right now with the sun’s rays making you look like an angel.

“Hey, Gabe?” You smile softly, eyes crinkling as you squint at him.

Gabriel blinks a few times before acknowledging what you’d said.

“Yea?” The slightly innocent tone in his voice makes you chuckle.

“You okay?”

Gabriel nods, grinning. “Completely fine. I’ve gotta go home and do a few things, how about I meet you at your house in a bit?”

“Sounds great.”

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You drive home, smiling all the way as you jam out to some of your favorite songs. You and Gabriel definitely needed to spend some time together talking. It’d been too long since you told him how much he means to you. And right now, he could surely use the confidence.

Pulling into your driveway, you park the car and step out.

You glance around at the snow layered yard and an amazing idea pops into your head. Your hand makes a beeline for your phone and pulls it up into your sight, sending a quick text to Gabriel.

Y/n: Bring your swimsuit, we’re going swimming!

Gabe: It’s 20 degrees and freezing outside…

Y/n: I know, dingus. We have an indoor pool 🙂

Gabe: Fine, see you soon ❤

You find yourself grinning as you shut off your phone and enter the house.

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The noisy hum of Gabriel’s car alerts you of his arrival.

He carefully trudges up the steps leading to the front door as you slide if open. Gabe’s jaw is practically to the floor when he sees you.

You were so excited to go swimming that you had already changed into your swimsuit. The suit was a plain light blue with black polka dots.

Gabriel’s reaction had you snickering to yourself.

“Lookin’ good, sugar,” he slyly remarked, causing you to blush ever so slightly.

“Thank you,” you grinned, “Now it’s your turn. The bathroom’s right down the hall on the left.”

Gabriel sends a wink your way before disappearing down the hall.

Your eyes immediately gaze down at his perfect stomach. It was a cross between abs and pudge, fit enough to see abs and comfy enough to lay on.

“My eyes aren’t down there, sweetheart.”

You slowly raise your eyes up to meet his golden ones that reflected the swimsuit’s color.

“Hm?”

Gabriel’s face flickers with an air of mischief and trickery.

“Where’s the pool at?” He nonchalantly asks.

You know something is up.

“Down there, the first door,” you point toward the room, as you feel Gabriel’s hand grab your arm.

“What are you-“

Your sentence is cut off by your own squealing. Gabriel had picked you up and hoisted you over his shoulder. You had underestimated his strength.

“Gabriel! Put me down!” You laughed, struggling to escape his grasp but ultimately failing.

Gabriel swims over to you, the muscles in his arms rippling like the small waves his body creates. As he reaches you, he leans against the pool-side and grins up at you.

“Dork,” you tease, slowly kicking your feet in the water.

Gabe feigns a hurt look as he grabs your arm and tugs you into the luke-warm water.

“Gabriel Novak!” You shout as you resurface and brush the hair from your face.

Gabriel can’t help smiling, then laughing hysterically. You want to wipe it right from his face.

He notices the deadly gaze in your eyes and raises his hands up above the water as a sign of peace.

“Don’t do anything rash, Y/n…”

You roll your eyes playfully, knowing you have the upper hand but deciding to back down. You try swimming away, only to be pulled back into Gabriel’s warm grasp.

“You’re unbelievable,” you pout, dodging his lips as he tries to kiss you.

After a few moments, you surrender in his arms and press your forehead against his. Gabriel’s lips graze over yours like a ghost.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He whispers.

You feel his breath along your nose and it tickles.

That’s when you realize; this is right where you belong.

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Hazy Hesistance

A/N: Of course another Gabriel x reader… what else do I write 😂

Word Count: 686 words

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“Hey, cupcake.”

You cringed at the sound of his voice. Why wouldn’t he leave you alone? It was enough torture having to live in the same space as the archangel, let alone have him constantly talk to you.

“Hello,” you greeted, opening the refrigerator door in search of food.

Gabriel hovered next to you and leaned against the counter. His angelic presence made you nervous, only adding to the anxiety he gave you when he was around. You refused to admit the attraction you felt for him, but that made things even worse for yourself.

He was always saying hello to you, calling you pet names and sneaking glances when he thought you weren’t looking. It was like he knew.

“There’s no good food in the fridge,” you huffed to yourself, quickly closing the door. The day was already starting off fan-fricking-tastic.

“You know,” Gabriel commented with a smile, “I can give you anything you want. Your wish is my command.”

You felt your cheeks, for some reason, start to redden as a result of his comment. It wasn’t even supposed to be taken the way you were thinking, but you couldn’t help it.

“No thank you, Gabriel. I’ll just have the guys bring back something.”

You turned to head out the kitchen but the archangel stopped you.

“I try so hard to always be kind to you, always offer help, but you never take it. What did I do wrong?” His voice held no sarcasm, no witty comebacks or cynicism. He truly sounded sincere.

With your back to him, you spoke, unwilling to let his breathtaking features affect your tone.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve just never wanted to risk getting my feelings hurt from rejection.”

The tension fogged up the room to the point that it was almost hard to breathe. You sighed unintentionally, awaiting some kind of response, but it never came.

“I’ve got to go,” you didn’t dare turn around, instead simply exiting the room with a heavy heart.

You’d never wanted to tell anyone how you felt about the archangel, but you might have let too much slip.

The trailing sound of footsteps followed you to your room. He really wasn’t going to leave this alone, was he?

“Hey, Y/n, wait…”

You stopped dead in your tracks and faced the archangel with all the courage you had left. His hazel eyes held so much kindness in them that you practically regretted making a big deal about the situation.

“What, Gabriel? Want me to apologize for my feelings? Well I’m over it. Forget this ever even happened.”

Gabriel’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You’re standing there telling me you’ve got feelings for me and you want me to forget that?” he chuckled, “I’ve been pining for your attention since I got here, Y/n.“

You refused to believe him. It was a sick joke, but now he knew about your little crush.

“I get it, you want to pick on the poor, defenseless girl. Messing with the Winchesters wasn’t good enough for you, was it? I’ve been trying to stay away but-“

Your rant turned to a muffled cry of protest, for Gabriel had sealed your mouth shut with his magic.

He rolled his eyes, but the way he did it hardly seemed snarky or sarcastic at all.

“If you would give me a chance to speak, I’d tell you that none of this is a joke. Every time I see you, my heart flutters. I haven’t felt this way since… well, it’s been a long time,” Gabriel carefully rubbed the back of his neck. It seemed like a nervous habit of his.

You felt the pressure of the magic leave and you could talk again. But what was there to say?

“I… I know the feeling.”

The archangel’s bright golden eyes lit up like a star at night.

“How about this, I’ll take you on a date tomorrow, 7 o’clock.”

Your heart suddenly stopped beating as his hand brushed against yours. You were falling so hard.

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” you breathed, and your heart finally starting pumping again with excitement.

Ashes from the Fire

Start by pulling him out of the fire and

hoping that he will forget the smell.

He was supposed to be an angel but they took him

from that light and turned him into something hungry,

something that forgets what his hands are for when they

aren’t shaking.

He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happen

because you had him first, and you would let the world

break its own neck if it means keeping him.

Poem by Caitlyn Siehl

Gabriel hit an all time low when he came back to you. It was purely coincidental that the first person he saw in his darkest hours could pull him from the fire.

You cared for the now human, archangel, and desperately tried to bring him back from the pits of hell.

He’d been through too much. Heaven’s angels captured him, turned him into a starving, pitiful human, and broke him. The light that once lit up entire rooms had vanished from his eyes and his smile. Gabriel’s charismatic personality was cracked and had been sanded down into nothing.

In that cold, dark cell, Gabriel’s nightmares came true. They tortured him to the point of breaking, and even beyond that. Every second that he was alone, his hands shook and his mind went crazy.

You watched him from the doorway of his room every night as he screamed and shouted your name. You’d silently enter the room and lay next to him, holding him to your chest. It always seemed to calm him down.

He needed you, and you needed him. But it was going to take awhile before Gabriel would be on his feet again.

The Horn of Gabriel (Pt 2)

(Second Part)

Warnings: Smut

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You couldn’t have spun around faster in your whole existence. Nothing was more important than this.

You were finally able to see his hazel eyes full of happiness and feel the warmth of his body against yours. His lips kissed you and his hands roamed your body with an intense eagerness. It’d been too long, but in his death you hadn’t forgotten his touch.

“I have missed you so much,” you breathed, running a hand through his caramel hair.

He pressed drawn-out kisses to your neck, nipping on your pulse-point as you spoke.

“Not as much as I’ve missed you, my love.”

You felt the smooth palms of his hands run down your waist and stop at your hips. Years of waiting for this, for him, had made you both very impatient.

“Gabriel, darling, it’s been way too long, but let’s skip the foreplay.”

You’d always known Gabriel to love foreplay, but this was not the time for it.

He acknowledged your request by pulling away from your neck and nodding.

Your vision blurred and the surroundings shifted. You knew this room well; it was the bedroom that you and Gabriel had first slept together in. It held so many memories from years ago.

“Do you remember?” He asked, hand around your waist as he led you toward the bed.

You nodded, smiling fondly. Gabriel was always sentimental, even if he tried not to show it.

“It’s surreal, being here with you,” you admitted, daring a look in his bright eyes. You’d never seen him that happy before this moment.

He eased you down on the mattress which still held the familiar scents that reminded you of Gabriel. His torso loomed over yours, his hands pressed down on the plush surface next to your head. Gabriel dipped down to kiss you, eliciting an electric emotion that always occurred when the two of you were together. A rush of air flew over your body, but you knew the feeling. When you wanted him to get to the point, he could, and both of you being angels had its perks.

“I love you so much,” you sighed, placing your arms beside you and watching Gabriel as he guided his girth to your entrance.

You felt the gentle wisps of him breathing as he slid into you. The sensation caused you to moan and place your hands on his bare back. His toned muscles rippled under your fingertips as he moved, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room.

Sex with Gabriel had never felt like this before. The two of you were torn from one another by despicable means, and it made this moment even better.

Gabriel’s body covered yours, his hair hung over his face and he pushed it back. A light sheen of sweat glistened on both of your foreheads despite the slightly cool temperature of the room. You arched up into Gabriel’s touch with each thrust, calling his name after every breath. He said your name in short grunts, but with the intensity of someone praying to a god.

The strong coil of your orgasm clenched around Gabriel’s shaft, causing his as well. A wave of euphoria flooded through your core and rushed throughout your whole body. Your back fell down into the bed and Gabriel’s body leaned into you.

A moment of pleasurable silence passed with only the sounds of each other’s breaths getting longer to fill the emptiness.

“I can’t thank you enough for saving me,” Gabriel whispered.

Your chin rested easily on his shoulder as his arms brought you into him. You hadn’t just saved him; you’d saved yourself, too.

The Horn of Gabriel

Hey 😊 I am fairly new to this, so please know, that if I say something wrong, it’s not to offend you. ☺ I would like to request a Gabriel story, please. Maybe sonething around the ‘Horn of Gabriel’ being a real horn to revive him and the Angel!Reader has it and they know each other from heaven. I would really like some drama and then smut, but feel free to change anything you like. I am just here to give you ideas… 👍 Oh, and please tag me, when you are done?

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A/N: So this is the first part considering Tumblr wont let me post it all together…. Second part will be posted shortly!

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His death killed you. Not literally, but it felt that way. Part of you was stuck on the fact that you weren’t there. His last words, his last breath, and you were miles away.

Lucifer wouldn’t let you near him. Despite the fact that you were a mere angel, he was scared of what you would do if you had seen Gabriel’s death. And Lucifer had every right to be frightened.

That was then, and now, you were crazy. It was a stupid idea, you knew, but hey, breaking into Heaven’s weapons vault couldn’t be that bad, right?

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“Castiel, I need your help,” you called, awaiting a response from your naïve brother.

You hardly ever needed him for help, but there was no way you were doing this alone. You also heard about him working with the Winchesters, some human hunters. That must have made him more humane (he was always the honest and ‘angelic’ one).

You waited a few minutes, but nothing except complete radio silence.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be,” you mumbled, biting your lip and figuring out your next move.

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Sirens. Sirens everywhere. It was almost as if all of Angel Radio was screaming at you at once. Red flashes of light blinded your vision and alerted any and every angel in existence of what was going on. You were dead.

Part of you wished that it would end like that, with the angels tossing you into Heaven’s prison and locking you up like a dog. Part of you wanted them to torture and threaten you. But the better part of you, the Gabriel part of you, was keeping it together for him.

Your hands grasped the smooth, bone-like structure of the horn. Ancient wood lined the outer edge, looking as brand new as ever. Any normal person would have no idea that the object was made before almost anything in existence. You pressed your lips to the mouth of the horn, blowing air through it and sending a deep, dark sound through the night.

No one had done anything like this before. It had never been attempted, which meant no reference as to if or when it would bring Gabriel back.

Your hands trembled around the horn’s handle, letting it slip out of your grasp and fall to the floor.

“Now, now, that’s a relic. Practically priceless.”

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Preview thingy

Here’s the beginning of a Gabriel fic I’ve been working on!

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It was wrong. And despite everything telling you no, there was nothing stopping your heart. That’s the thing with love; your mind tells you one thing and your heart tells you something entirely different.

Love is a mystery. It’s a roller coaster full of thrills, excitement, ups & downs, and inevitably, it will end.

Picture drawn by the awesome:@murdochinthetardis

You watched him fall to his knees beneath you, hitting the floor with a loud thump.

His eyes flitted up to yours in a mix of horror and betrayal. It wasn’t your fault! You tried crying out, dropping the archangel blade, anything that would stop Lucifer, but no.

You’d made that deal with Lucifer. You’d become his vessel. Only underneath the terms that he were to not hurt Gabriel.

But of course, only foolish people made deals with the devil.

Nothing stopped him from plunging that blade through his brother’s chest. An immediate wave of guilt flowed over you as Gabriel breathed your name.

His last word the girl who had involuntarily killed him.

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Hole in One

Requested by @wayward-mirage

Requesting fluffy Gabriel x Reader. She wants to do a “human date” and takes him to play putt putt and he uses his grace to win and she gets mad and pouts so he has to make it up to her?

A/N: Sorry if it’s not up to par….
Get it? Par? Golf? Okay, I’ll go… Also, I didn’t proofread this because I’m too tired so lemme know if you see mistakes!

Word Count: 711

Gabriel chuckled obnoxiously and wiped a fake tear from his eye.

“You want to be normal and have a ‘human date’?” His response was snarky but not meant to be harsh in any way. Your hurt look immediately had him apologizing, though, and your wish had been granted.

The putt-putt course, which was your suggestion, loomed over you and Gabriel. It’s pirate theme constituted the over-use of ships and treasure chests on every hole.

“Ten dollars and a candy bar says I’ll win,” you smirked, knowing that, of course, the candy would seal the deal.

Gabriel’s eyes sparkled with a playful tone, his arm slipped around your waist as he leaned his head toward your ear.

“Deal,” he whispered huskily, his breath fanning against the outer shell of your ear as he spoke that single word. The hair on the side of his head brushed against your cheek, creating that slightly ticklish feeling.

You smiled into Gabriel’s neck, reaching down to grab his hand and intertwine it with yours.

“Good luck. You’ll need it,” you chuckled, turning away from him to approach the small mini-golf building. Gabriel followed close behind, almost like a puppy that’s willing to prove how good it is to it’s owner.

A bridge crossed over a river-like body of discolored, green water and transformed into a stone path which lead to the shack.

It wasn’t deathly hot outside, so stepping into a wave of air-conditioned cold that enveloped the building made you shiver.

“One game?” A teenager with a bowl-haircut and a snarky attitude asked, impatiently tapping a pen on the counter. He glanced at the clock on the wall and shifted his gaze back to the two of you.

“Yep,” you simply answered. You weren’t willing to deal with a moody kid at the moment. Gabriel handed the guy money for your game while you picked out a golf club and a ball.

After a few moments, Gabriel came over to you and picked his own out. You ended up with one of the medium sized clubs and a green ball, whereas your boyfriend picked a large club and a golden-yellow ball.

“You ready?” You eyed him competitively, not willing to let him come even close to winning.

Gabriel followed you outside and nodded. “Hells yeah I am.”

You were extremely excited and immediately got ready to putt. The club bent behind your back and snapped forward, nicking its target. Your swing sent the golf ball rolling toward the hole, but not hard enough for it to go in.

Gabriel placed a hand on your shoulder. “Nice shot, sweetheart, but watch this.”

He stepped onto the green and readied his putt. The archangel glanced behind him, shook his butt at you, and took a swing. His bright yellow ball precariously rolled away from the hole, bounced off a brick, and went in.

Your cocky and self-absorbed boyfriend turned to you with a triumphant look.

“We’ve got 17 more holes, bucko. So don’t count your win just yet.”

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Three impossible hole in ones in a row, and you were starting to get suspicious.

Before you took your next shot, you spun around to see Gabriel smirking happily about his score.

“Alright, what’s up? There’s no way-“ and then it dawned on you, “Gabriel, I swear to god! I wanted to have a normal, human date and you’re using your powers to win??”

Your face was beet red and even though it seemed like a minuscule thing, you could feel yourself beginning to tear up. The moment Gabriel saw you on the verge of crying, he wrapped his arms around you and held your body tight to his chest. You let your head lean on him as you sniffled.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. How about I take you to a carnival and I’ll win you the biggest stuffed animal ever. No powers, I promise.”

Your eyes, puffy and red, looked up at him and you couldn’t help smiling.

“Okay,” you pressed your nose the crook of his neck, mumbling a small, “I love you.”

Though you couldn’t see his face, Gabriel grinned. He still felt bad, but he was going to make it up to you.

“I love you, too. Now let’s win you a stuffed animal.”

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Random request: You should totally write a fluffy Gabe fic about getting ice cream on your nose and he basically tackles you to the bed to hold you down to get it off and just F L U F F

I don’t really know how I feel about this, but here ya go anon-y!

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The bunker was hot. It was mid summer, at the peak of warm weather, and you were stuck inside with an archangel. The air conditioner had broken that morning and the Winchesters were out searching for parts to fix it.

What with Gabriel’s angelic abilities, he didn’t feel the heat or know how it affected humans. But when you started begging for some form of cold, he got an idea.

“Gabriel, it’s outrageously hot. I think I’m dying,” you groaned outwardly, squirming over the warm sheets on your bed.

Gabriel chuckles softly, a playful glint in his eyes as he sighs. His fingers snap against one another and a pair of ice cream cones appear in his hands.

“Want one?” He smirks, offering the ice-cold treat for you to take.

“You’re a saint,” you almost cry out of joy, quickly grasping the cone and pulling it to your mouth.

Gabriel watches you eat your ice cream, taking a few nibbles of his own before he starts grinning.

You notice out of the corner of your eye as he disposes of his own ice cream and approaches you.

“You’ve got something right there.” He points at your face mockingly.

Your ice cream cone suddenly disappears and you’re being tackled to the bed by an insane archangel.

“Gabriel, what the hell!”

Gabriel leans down and kisses your nose, gently licking the spot of ice cream off. You attempt to push him off, but his strength and weight keep you pinned.

The archangel gazes down at you with the cheekiest grin, shouting triumphantly, “I got it!”