Beware the Trickster

Warnings: SMUT

You couldn’t believe the Winchesters had managed to get you to do this. It did make sense, since you hasn’t interacted with the trickster yet, but it still sucked. Better yet, you had to play up the role of a college student looking for your lost wallet.

“Hello?” You called upon entering the building.

What if the trickster wasn’t here, you thought, mentally cursing your hunting partners for coming up with this idea.

You started to walk down a long hall, passing doors upon doors. It could take forever at this rate, and you weren’t even sure if he was here.

The hallway ended and split into two directions: left and right. The left looked like a longer, narrower hall, whilst the right was, well it was basically a porno’s bedroom, in a sense. There was a large bed covered in cheetah print, animal print rugs, and a table full of every dessert imaginable.

“Fuck,” you swore under your breath, knowing that either the trickster knew you were here and what your intentions were, or was very bad at hiding.

The second thing, besides the cheesy furniture, was the man sitting in a chair, flipping through a magazine. From a distance, you could tell there was a picture of aliens, and if you hadn’t been clued in enough already, that clue would’ve helped.

“Welcome to my humble abode, hunter.”

The voice startled you out of your thoughts as the trickster set the magazine down and stood up.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he gestured for you to come over.

“Thought you could get away with tricking the trickster?”

You visibly gulped and slowly shook your head before approaching him.

The trickster smirked, “I’ve been watching you and those Winchesters for awhile, Y/n. I’ve taken quite a liking to you.”

He reached a hand up to cup your face. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

You said nothing. You’d never seen the man before this, but he was goddamn gorgeous. Saying no to him, even though he was a monster, wouldn’t be possible.

He smiled, a warm yet mischievous one that sent a rush of energy through you.

His face was barely inches from yours, and you closed the distance, bringing your hands to pull at his broad shoulders. His lips immediately left yours to press heated kisses to your neck, exploring just like his hands were. He trailed up, nipping at your ear and earning a hiss from you.

Your fingers reached for your shirt to begin tugging it off, but he stopped you. With a snap of his eager fingers, you and him were left bare for the other to see, and damn was there a lot to see.

The trickster noticed your confusion and shrugged, “Call me eager.”

You rolled your eyes, letting out a moan as his lips latched onto your breast, sucking and kneading it before giving the other one the same treatment.

“Shit,” you groaned, reaching a hand up to grasp and tug as his hair. He moaned around your nipple, pulling away to gaze at you. His eyes were dark, lust-filled, and downright hot. He reached down to catch your lips with his, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently.

You’d had enough of the foreplay, grabbing his hard cock and leading it to your soaking entrance. He chuckled at your movements but it soon turned into a moan as he slid into you.
“Fucking hell, Y/n,” he breathed, resting his hands on your waist to steady himself.

You groaned out,”Move,” and he began thrusting into you, causing cries to fall from your lips. His hips snapped into yours, sending wave after wave of pleasure through both of your bodies. Your head fell back against the wall, moaning and cursing wantonly.

His motions slowed slightly as he grabbed your thigh and pulled it up, giving him a better angle and causing even more pleasure to shoot through you. Your climax quickly hit it’s peak, as did his, him calling your name out as the euphoria took over. You leaned into his shoulder, breathing heavily against his sweat-slicked skin.

The gravity of the situation suddenly became apparent. You hadn’t been able to resist the trickster, and even weirder, he had wanted you.

Almost as if he heard your thoughts, he pulled away and snapped both of your clothes back on.

“Go. Go back to the Winchesters and say you killed me.”

You open your mouth to say something, but decide against it.

“That’s probably best.”

He nods, disappearing and leaving you to wonder what comes next.

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Waiting Out the Storm

Fresh flakes of crisp white snow busily hustled through the air, creating a thick storm of cold and ice.

You sat inside your cozy house, watching the weather tale place outside. Your hand mindlessly went for your cup of hot cocoa as you brought it to your lips and took a sip.

Today was New Years Eve. Parties were going on all across the country and you were stuck in your house on account of a snow storm.

You sighed heavily, checking your phone for the forecast.

Great. Looks like you’ll be stuck here for awhile.

You glanced at the clock; the time being around ten till midnight and you were bored out of your mind. The power was out, meaning no television, and your friends were all at a party across the state.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted by someone’s way-too-excited voice.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s with the long face?” Gabriel inquired, falling onto the couch next to you and tilting his head quizzically.

You shrugged, “It’s New Years Eve. Everyone’s at parties while I’m trapped here.”

The archangel placed a finger to his lips and let out a “Hm”. He suddenly smiled and snapped his fingers.

The entire room lit up and the Tv flickered to life as, you assumed, Gabriel had restored the power.

Your eyes sparkled, landing on the television that showed the ball dropping.

Gabriel watched you closely, gauging your reaction to the surprise and what he was about to do.

He was so nervous. What if it didn’t go right?

The people on the screen held their loved ones close as the gigantic ball dropped.

Gabriel was sweating and his whole body tensed up.

Your eyes met the archangel’s next to you. Now or never.

Happy New Year!

Gabriel cupped your face in his hands and pulled your lips to his.

You grinned into the kiss, unable to contain your excitement.

This was going to be a good year.

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Angel

Warnings: Angst, but the ending is fluffy

Word Count: 600 words

Ever since you were young, you’d had an imaginary friend. He had bright, golden wings (six of them!), dazzling hazel eyes, and caramel-colored hair.

One time, at the age of six, you’d fallen off the top of a playground structure in the park. Your mom had gone to the bathroom, and with no one else around, you were in trouble. The man, you called him Angel in your early years, appeared out of nowhere, picked you up, and healed the cuts along your legs and arms. From that day on, you never got hurt.

Throughout your teenage years, you had dated many guys, but none of them stuck around like your angel. He would always show up after you stressed too much over homework, or got your heart broken by some guy that didn’t deserve you. He would let you cry into his shoulder or take you somewhere to forget about everything.

He was always able to be there for you until you became a hunter. Your family had been brutally killed by a gang of rogue demons, but for some reason they had spared you. At that point, you didn’t believe in your angel anymore. Either he was always a figment of your imagination, or he hadn’t cared enough to save your family. It didn’t matter anyways. You were forced into a life of hunting whether you wanted it or not.

Years later, you ran into the Winchesters. Famous around the hunting community, and good allies to pair up with. You spent a great deal of time helping them, and in return, they gave you a place to stay.

When they found the Men of Letter’s bunker, the first person they gave a key to was you. You were one of their only friends left.

Another year passed. You had completely forgotten about your silly imaginary friend that had plagued your mind for too long. It stayed that way until you found the boys talking to an old ‘friend’ of theirs.

“Boys! Long time no see!” The archangel grinned, holding his hands out for a hug.

“What? No, ‘welcome back’?” He sneered.

You strolled down the long, winding halls of the bunker until you heard voices. You recognized two to be the boys, but the third one?

“Do we have company?” You smiled, peering your head around the corner and halting.

That man. Those hazel eyes, the caramel hair, the smirk that slowly faded as he recognized you.

“Y/n,” he shakily breathed out.

You froze on the spot.

He let your family die. He left you, making you think you were crazy.

“Angel.”

Gabriel’s mouth lifted into a small smile.

“I thought you had died,” he murmured softly, taking a step toward you.

You backed away a bit, narrowing your eyes.

“Where did you go? My family is dead because of you,” you hissed, glancing at the Winchesters before returning your eyes to the man in front of you.

Gabriel’s expression grew guilty, and his eyes flitted to the ground.

“Sadly, at that point, I couldn’t save them. I used the last of my grace to save you before my brother killed me.”

After all these years, you finally got an answer.

“I always tried to be there. But once I came back, I couldn’t find you. You were either in an untraceable location, or dead. I was forced to believe the latter.”

Gabriel tilted his head up as his eyes met yours.

You quickly crossed the room and wrapped your arms around him. He smiled sadly, returning the hug.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

You nodded, “Thank you, Angel.”

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Ho, Ho, the Mistletoe

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“Oh, Y/n!!” Gabriel called, smirking as he waited for you.

You huffed a few choice words before searching for the winged man.

“Gabriel, I swear to your Father, this better be important.”

You step into the living room, only to find the snarky archangel standing there holding a small piece of mistletoe above his head.

“Hey, sugar,” he drawls out, winking flirtatiously.

You grin at his cheesy nature and roll your eyes.

“What could you possibly want, Gabriel?”

He quickly teleports in front of you, gently swaying the mistletoe over you and leaning down to press his lips to yours.

You smile into the kiss, reaching up to snatch the plant while his hands fall to your hips and pull your body closer. With a smirk, you break away from him and bring the mistletoe down below the waistband of your jeans.

Gabriel’s eyes slowly trail down your body as he smirks.

“Merry Christmas to me.”

Winter Wonderland

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You’d never run to the window so fast.

You’d also never been so disappointed to not see snow.

“Are you kidding? It’s Christmas Eve, and we haven’t gotten a single flake of snow!” You huff, falling onto the motel room’s dusty couch.

Gabriel frowns.

He never knew how important snow was to you.

“Hey, cheer up, cupcake. Take a look outside.”

You raise a quizzical eyebrow and sigh. “There’s nothing out there, Gabe.”

The archangel smiles, grabs your hand, and tugs you over to the window. The look on your face was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“You…”

He nods, “Yea. Now let’s go ice skating!”

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You watched and laughed as Gabriel fell to the ground for the third time. No matter how much celestial power he had, he still sucked at ice skating.

“Here, take my hand,“ you reached down to help the poor angel, but he tugged you to the ice with him. You landed on top of him, giggling.

"Thank you,” you whispered, pressing your ice cold lips to his.

His mouth curled into a grin as he mumbled, “Merry Christmas, Y/n.”

Channel Surfing (Part 10)

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The day came, and Gabriel knew.

You, Sam, and Dean had gotten trapped by a group of Pagan gods, only to have them try summoning and killing Lucifer.

You had a strange feeling about that day.

As the gods tied you and your brothers to chairs and forced you all to sit there while they bickered, you felt it.

When Gabriel showed up, eyes red and puffy from tears,that no one else besides you could tell he shed, you knew.

He talked to the gods, tried reasoning, but in the end, it hadn’t mattered.

Lucifer entered the room, hands bloody and a murderous glint in his eyes.

Gabriel yelled at the boys to run, to take you with them, but you and him locked eyes, and you instantly could tell.

You knew you couldn’t leave. Even after Gabriel’s attempts to get your brothers to take you away from the fight, both of you knew what had to happen.

You stood in the entrance, watching Gabriel distract his brother.

“Hey, Lucifer, long time no see,” you sneered.

The archangel turned toward you and smiled deviously.

“Why Y/n, lovely to see you. Gabriel here was right. Should’ve stayed out of it.”

You locked eyes with Lucifer’s cold, unforgiving ones as Gabriel snuck up behind him.

“We both know that wouldn’t happen.”

Lucifer nods solemnly, “Yes, and the three of us know what has to happen.”

He spins around and thrusts his blade through Gabriel’s chest, holding his brother tight and dropping him to the floor.

The look on your soulmates face as he took his last breath lodged itself in your brain.

As it is in Heaven, so it must be on Earth.

With that final thought, you charged Lucifer, ready to accept the same fate your soulmate met.

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Sam and Dean rushed into the building as soon as they saw you missing, but it was already too late.

Lucifer had disappeared, only leaving yours and Gabriel’s lifeless bodies across from one another.

Gabriel’s burnt wings spread across the floor, one of them reaching toward you and barely touching the tip of your ring finger.

It was one last attempt to stay connected to the person he loved and cherished most in the world, his other half, the love of his life, his soulmate.

Channel Surfing (Part 9)

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“Sweetheart, I love you.”

You bury yourself in his arms, smiling.

“I love you, too.”

He kisses your temple and twirls a strand of hair between his fingertips.

“I mean it. I-I need you to know that…” He trails off, eluding to something more.

Lately, Gabriel had been telling you he loved you much more. You enjoyed his presence, but it was starting to get smothering.

“Gabe, what’s the deal? You’ve been around 24/7 for the past couple weeks and I’m getting worried.”

The archangel stops his hand and drops it. He pulls you closer, nuzzling his head in your neck.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry.”

“Gabriel,” you warn.

Gabriel sighs, “Alright, alright.”

He leaned into your ear and whispered what had been on his mind for weeks.

You took a deep, shaky breath and shook your head.

“No. That’s not going to happen.”

Gabriel smiles sadly, “I’m sorry. If I could have this any other way, I would. You know that.”

Then you began tearing up and crying into Gabriel’s shoulder as he held you. His own eyes started to cloud up as you faced the truth.

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“I’m what?”

Gabriel shifts on the couch next to you and lays a hand on your knee.

“My soulmate.”

The archangel, your soulmate, had just spent the past half hour explaining why God had made you different than the other Winchesters.

You and Gabriel were meant to be the peace-bringers because of your love for each other. The two of you would be the end of the Apocalypse.

“Do Sam and Dean know this?” You peer up into his eyes for the first time since he explained everything to you.

Gabriel shakes his head. “The only people that know this are you, me, and Dad. Not even my brothers know, and yours shouldn’t either.”

You nod slowly, leaning in to the archangel’s warm touch.

“Soulmates, huh?”
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Gabriel spent every moment he could with you. Since that day, (it felt like such a long time ago) that he first explained things, he wouldn’t leave your sight.

Of course, your brothers couldn’t know of your relationship. That had been clearly established.

That meant Gabriel couldn’t be around them, unless of course, it was strictly business related. But times like that didn’t happen often. Most times you’d sneak out of the motel for a late night walk, or beg your brothers to have your own room.

Then, you would call your angel’s name and he’d show up immediately to hold you in his arms or make you laugh.

“Y/n?” Gabriel whispered, rubbing small circles on your thigh.

“Mm?” You replied, exhausted and completely worn out but still awake.

The archangel stops his motions on your leg and cups your face with his hands. He leans in and presses his lips to yours, gliding his tongue along your bottom lip.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles.

“I love you, too,” you sigh, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

You’d never hear enough of those words.

Let’s Go Home

I finally got around to finishing my Gabriel meets Rich fic! This is the last part! 🙂

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“Hey, Y/n,” Rich smiles, appearing the the doorway of your temporary bedroom in the bunker.

You had spent some time researching the world of supernatural beings that had once been fiction, and that was what you were currently doing.

“Hey. How was your trip with Gabriel?”

Rich rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his that you had picked up on after years of being friends.

“Rich…”

“Y/n, he told me what our lives are like here. Gabriel and Y/C, they’re happy with one another. And he told me that the way the universe works… Damnit I should just say it, shouldn’t I?”

You throw your legs over the side of the bed and pull yourself into a standing position.

“Rich, I’ve known you for a long time, and I know when you’re nervous. You don’t have to be around me.”

The actor groans, “But you make me nervous! Whenever we film together, whenever you’re even around me, I can’t help it.”

“What?”

Rich throws his hands in the air, muttering something along the lines of, “I’ll just show you then.”

He takes a few hesitant steps toward you until you can feel his breath on your face. His hand reaches up to cup your cheek as he brings his lips down to meet yours.

You brings your hands around to pull him closer as a light creaking sound comes from the other side of the room.

Someone coughs, causing you and Rich to pull apart.

Gabriel’s head is poking through the door, smirking.

“I see things went well.”

You nod, smiling awkwardly.

“Well, good thing, because we found out how to get you guys back to your world.”

Your smile widens and you wrap your arms around Rich to hug him.

He grins down at you and returns the embrace, glancing over at Gabriel as the archangel winks.

It was a rough ride, but everything was going to work out.

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After what Gabriel said, you had to leave and find the Winchesters. Well, now you were a Winchester. That’s a scary thought.

It all made some sense. As Gabriel said, Heaven and Hell had to be the same. 4 archangels, and 4 siblings to match them. The one thing that bothered you, though, was what Gabriel had said after that.

”Good ‘ol Daddy made you a bit special.”

What had he meant by that?

You placed a hand under your chin as Sam and Dean walked into the room.

“Hey,” you greet them, smiling slightly as Sam ruffles your hair.

“Hey, kiddo. Or should I start calling you ‘little sis’?”

You shrug, “Go for it.”

The boys had taken the whole ‘you being a Winchester’ thing easily while you were still trying to figure things out.

You were a Winchester now, and that meant danger.

Sam takes a seat beside you and Dean leans against the table.

“After all this Apocalypse stuff, we figured you’d want a break. Maybe some time to take in all that’s happened.”

You nod.

“That sounds great. Thank you.”

Sam places a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“That’s what family’s for, little sis.”

His words make you grin.

Maybe being a Winchester wasn’t so bad.

“Dean and I were going to head to Bobby’s, see how he was doing, and give you some space. Just stay in the motel. We don’t want our newfound sibling getting hurt the first day.”

You roll your eyes. Always so protective of family, these two.

“Tell Bobby I said ‘Hi,’ and I’ll try staying out of trouble,” you smile, standing up and hugging both of them.

“See ya,” Dean nods, following his brother out the door.

You had the place all to yourself.

You had free time to do whatever you wanted.

And you couldn’t think of a damn thing to do.

“Cas is probably busy, so I can’t bug him,” you mumble to yourself, “But there is one person I need to talk to.”

“Gabriel, if you can hear me, can you get your winged ass down here?”

You almost thought he wasn’t going to show up until you heard the gentle fluttering of wings.

“You called?”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he stands behind you.

“Yea, we need to talk, Gabriel.”