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)

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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.

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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)

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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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All That Glitters is Gold

Word Count: 1K words

A/N: Little Gabriel fluff kinda sorta maybe 😉

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Sam, Dean, and Gabriel were in a lot of trouble.

The demons they had been hunting were strategic and too smart. Every part of the trap was planned down to the smallest point.

Sam and Dean were chained down, struggling but at least conscious. Gabriel, being an archangel, was surrounded in a lit ring of holy oil.

All hope seemed lost for the heroes to get out with their lives intact.

That’s when you stepped in.

You’d heard about the demons around town and planned to take your charge tonight. From constant scoping and watching, you were able to see that they were going to kidnap more people.

It was your job to save them.

You peek through the door that leads to a torture chamber of sorts.

Your plan is well thought out and involves not running in gun ablaze. But then you see who the captives are.

Sam and Dean are too preoccupied with trying to escape, and then there’s someone you don’t recognize.

He’s calmer than them. His golden brown hair and eyes catch your attention, but so does the fire around him.

Angel, you think to yourself. The Winchesters always were ones to find aid in the oddest people.

There are a few demons scattered around the room, discussing God knows what.

Sam and Dean are going to owe you for this.

You charge into the room, doing exactly what you decided not to do.

The first demon is easy, and you stab it in the mid-chest. The second is a bit more difficult; you have to dodge a few attacks, but end up taking him down.

As your work is finished, you run your hands through your hair to brush it back.

Sam and Dean watch thankfully as you approach them.

You grab the hands of both Winchesters and hoist them to their feet.

“Been a long time, boys.”

You give them both welcoming hugs.

“Sure has been,” Sam replies with a grateful smile.

Upon seeing your friends, none of you had noticed the archangel still surrounded in a glowing, blue ring of holy fire.

“Hello? In need of a little help over here,” a voice called.

All three of you glance over at the helpless man.

You nonchalantly grab a small water bottle from your pocket and pour it over the fire.

Your eyes inavertently meet the ones of the man in front of you.

“Name’s Y/N, and you are?”

Gabriel never felt himself ever speechless in his entire life besides this moment. You had easily taken down multiple demons by yourself and you somehow looked good even while fighting.

What was he thinking? He’d just met you and hadn’t even introduced himself.

“It’s Gabriel.”

Your eyes widen with a hint of hopeful happiness.

“Gabriel? Like-“

“Exactly.”

Gabriel watches as you process the information and can’t help the small grin appearing on his face.

You reach a hand out for the archangel to shake.

He does so as you say, “Well, any friend of these lugs is a friend of mine.”

Before Gabriel can say a word, Dean starts talking.

“Speakin’ of, you stayin’ in town awhile? We’ve always got a place in the bunker for you.”

You release Gabriel’s hand, at dismay of the archangel, and sigh.

“I don’t know. I just go where I’m needed.”

Somehow, for some reason, Gabriel needed her with him.

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Despite your vague answer, you couldn’t just let the boys slip out of your hands again. It was a pleasure to work with them as always and the loneliness of hunting was starting to hit.

You had been staying in the bunker for around two months now. In the short time, you had rekindled your close friendship with the Winchesters and Castiel, and also found company in Gabriel.

Most times when Sam, Dean and Cas were on a big hunt, you’d stay behind to do the research on it with Gabriel. You’d gotten bored of just fighting.

One day in particular, you had done the searching for a case and gotten it accomplished. The boys were on their way back from the hunt. That meant you had nothing to do.

Gabriel is lounging on the couch, eyes occupied with a movie playing on the television.

“Do you have wings like Cas?”

The sudden question had startled him from his daydream. He, in fact, wasn’t actually paying attention the what was on the screen. He’d been daydreaming about you lately.

Gabriel felt his heart drop through his chest and land on the floor before her. The thought of her with Castiel did that to him. Angels didn’t show their wings to anyone except potential mates.

“Yeah, I do,” he muttered, grimacing.

You noticed the way his demeanor suddenly changed and wondered if you’d said something wrong.

“Oh. I’ve never seen Cas’ but I was just wondering. He used to teach me about angel lore.”

The relief that washed over his entire being was exciting.

Silence fell upon you and the archangel.

He watched in admiration the way your lips moved when you talked.

“They’re gold.”

You paused a moment, curiously watching the angel. Your eyebrows quirked up.

“What are?” You asked, eyes wide.

“My wings. Brightest gold you’d ever see.”

“Like a gold coin?”

Gabriel chuckled, “Brighter.”

You stared in complete awe, but then felt butterflies run through your stomach.

“Can I see them?”

Gabriel tore his eyes from the television screen to yours.

He cleared his throat, “Did Cas tell you what it means when an angel shows someone their wings?”

It’s not that he didn’t want to, but he wasn’t willing to risk anything if you didn’t know.

You slowly nodded, darting your eyes away from him. The question had made you unconfident and skiddish.

“I understand if you don’t want to. I simply felt something around you that drew me in.”

Gabriel’s features remained stoic and unwavering as his heart leaped in the inside. He focused all his energy on one thing, closing his eyes only to see your smile unfurl as his wings opened up.

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Healing Hurts

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A/N: Guys, I can’t help it. There’s just so mamy Gabe feels going around right now. (What is wrong with me)

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His wings. The shadow gave away none of the actual horrors that only you could see. They were bloodied, torn in some spots, bald in others. It was a nightmare come true.

You felt the muscles in his shoulders tense slightly as you grazed a finger over the base of the wings.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, afraid that raising your voice any higher would scare him off.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Gabriel replied, equally as soft.

Your lips formed into a tight line.

“I could have… I should’ve known.”

You lightly brush a loose feather aside and watch as it gently floats to the sheets beside you.

“There was no way you could have. I had myself warded; to protect you,” his voice was still hoarse and rough from years of silence.

“They were after me,” he continued, “I couldn’t have them after you, too.”

Your hands make their way to a particularly damaged spot of the wings, and you dab it with a wet cloth.

“I’d have fought a thousand angels to keep you from this horror,” you respond solemnly.

Gabriel’s head slightly turns back to gaze at you as he nods.

“I know.”

You flashback to the many lonely nights you spent crying and mourning over the archangel’s death. None of that seemed to matter now.

One wing takes close to an hour to get somewhere close to normal, and the other, though not as bad, about half the time.

You carefully rest your forehead on the back of Gabriel’s neck, right above where his wings start. His presence and yours intertwine into such a lovesick moment that you find it hard to not tear up.

“I’m here now,” he reassures, moving just slow enough to face you.

You hold back the tears forming in your eyes and give a small smile.

“I should be telling you that.”

Gabriel rolls his eyes playfully, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you tight against your chest, and you know he’s afraid of losing you again, too.

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Gone So Soon

A/N: I HAD TOOOOOO

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“Thanks for the rescue and all, but I gotta skidaddle,” Gabriel’s lips form into a fine line as he starts for the door.

You watch in anger, brows furrowed with discontempt.

Gabriel, Sam, and Cas hadn’t noticed that you’d entered the bunker just a few moments ago. But you’d rushed there as soon as Sam told you the news.

“Running off so soon?” You called from under the arch of the main doorway.

At the sound of your voice, all three men turned your way.

Gabriel’s eyes grew wide with all kinds of emotions.

You and the archangel had a past. A long and complicated one, but in the end, the two of you had loved each other.

It wasn’t easy moving on. Guess it was a good thing you hadn’t.

“Y/N, I-“

“Well c’mon, let’s get outta here,” you smiled, sending Sam and Cas an apologetic glance.

Gabriel’s wide smirk lit up the whole room. The fluttering of wings announced his presence by your side and you waved a short farewell to the other two.

“Sorry, boys, but we’ve got some catching up to do!”

And with that, you and the archangel disappeared.

Imagine making Gabriel get a pedicure with you

“C’mon, Gabe, it’ll be fun! And I have no girl friends to go with. They’re all busy.”

Gabriel sighed dramatically, feigning a look of masculinity by puffing up his chest.

“I’m one of heaven’s most powerful weapons, and you want me to get my toes did?”

You raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

“And you’re also dating a mortal who can kick your ass,” you remarked snarkily.

Gabriel would never say no to you, no matter what you would ask of him. That would always be his weakness.

“Fine, only for you,” he huffed.

You smiled cheerily and quickly kissed his cheek.

“Thanks, babe.”

“Yea, yea, but I am NOT getting my nails painted.”

This made you smirk mischievously and laugh.

“We’ll see.”

In My Dreams (6)

Word Count: 746 words

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

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Your training was useless, and not in the bad way. Somehow, you were able to take Sam, Dean, and Castiel down without even a weapon in your hands. No one knew what the reason was behind it. You were sure the boys thought you were still lying until you had Cas tell them you weren’t.

Everything seemed to be going in order to the plan.

The night before the mission, you told Gabriel. He knew what to look for and what to do once he was freed.

The always one-sided conversation soon turned into you telling him about your training. Gabriel shook his head multiple times when you told him you were going along to save him. Then he wore a guilty but proud look as you reminisced on taking down the Winchesters and Castiel.

You figured he might have given you some special ability to fight or something; you had little knowledge on the absolute abilities of archangels, though your supernatural knowledge was more than advanced.

The confrontation had ended with you saying just a few words.

“I’ll see you out of my dreams.”

Then you allowed the white light to send your consciousness to reality.

It was the day. Too much time waiting, feeling useless and weak compared to the hunters, though you no longer felt that was the case.

“Rise and shine!” A voice shouted from outside your door, to which you groaned in response.

It had just begun.

~~~

Everything was organized and laid out perfectly for the four of you. Castiel was to be with you at all times, no matter what.

Sam and Dean had their own separate agenda: distraction. Yours and Castiel’s, however, was the extraction portion. Grab Gabriel and go. No dawdling or anything of the sort; a quick and simple-sounding task.

The table was covered with ingredients for the spell. Across from you was the fiery, red-haired witch they called Rowena. She was a strong enough witch to preform the ritual and open the gates of Hell long enough for you all to grab Gabriel.

“You have everything for the spell here, yes?” Her Scottish accent was sultry and smooth, a wave of relief that soothed your nerves.

“It’s all there, Rowena. Now let’s get this started,” Sam responded bitterly. They didn’t seem to have the best relationship with her.

The witch began pouring the ingredients into a large wooden bowl and chanting.

Castiel leaned close to you as his voice filled your head.

Do you know what’s causing your headaches?

Your eyes widened in fear; no one was supposed to know about those. The headaches came along constantly, and the blacking out was getting more frequent.

No, not yet. Please don’t tell the Winchesters. Not now, at least, you thought back at the angel.

If he were to tell them, your chances of going were slim to none.

Castiel held a look of doubt, but his eyes gave the hint that he was worried.

If it starts to hinder you at all, I will, but your secret is safe for now.

You silently sighed in relief. With Castiel knowing, at least he could help you.

Just as your mindful conversation ended, the last of the items were placed into the bowl. Everything in it burst into a bright purple flame and casted a portal-looking entrance onto the wall.

“There you go. Get in and grab him. I’ll be able to keep it open just long enough as long as you hurry.”

The idea of stepping into a doorway to Hell had just hit you.

A flash of light blinded your sight and the scene around you changed.

It wasn’t like the normal visions. The room was your own room in the bunker. Your body rested on the bed and a large wound covered your abdomen. Werewolf attack, you knew instantly. The pain was dull, but it still distracted you from the sudden presence of a being. You glanced up to meet his golden brown eyes and smiled.

“Y/n, ready to go?”

Dean’s voice brought you back to reality. Time had only passed a mere moment or so, not enough to seem suspicious.

Castiel furrowed his brows as he read your mind.

You shook away the feeling of deja vú that creeped up.

“Of course. Let’s get this show on the road, boys.”

In that instant, you, Castiel, Sam and Dean all shared a similar thought as you stepped through the portal: this had to go well.

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In My Dreams (5)

Word Count: 911 words

A/N: I may or may not post on Friday. Been getting a lot of homework lately before break >_>

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

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You had been working with the Winchesters and Castiel for weeks. They had invited you into their home, even going as far as to give you a place to stay. There was hardly anything left for you in your old life besides a crappy job and a worn-down apartment.

The dreams hadn’t stopped. In fact, they even occurred when you took naps. It was easy to get into contact with Gabriel, but communicating was a different story.

The first night, you told him you had found the Winchesters and Castiel. They were trying to find him.

Gabriel face glimmered with a hint of hope and for once upon seeing him, he smiled.

Despite the extra help, the two of you still tried. Some nights, when Gabriel seemed calmer than normal, he would just want to be around your unconscious presence.

For some reason, you felt the same. Just being in the archangel’s presence in your dreams had calmed you down about the situation. Progress was slow and you were getting more frustrated by each hour that ticked by without a clue to where Gabriel could be. That is, until Castiel hit a breakthrough.

“Y/n, you say Gabriel keeps pointing down, right?”

You nod so quick that you feel lightheaded.

Castiel purses his lips into a firm line and he lets out a deep sigh.

“He’s in Hell. It makes sense; Asmodeus knows what we need to get to the other universe, and one of those ingredients is an archangel’s grace.”

Asmodeus, yes, you’d heard of him from your time in the bunker as well as the portal to the other world. It was too complicated of a task for your brain to comprehend.

“So he’s trapped Gabriel,” you come to the conclusion, running a clammy hand through your hair. The constant research and bussling around had given you headaches on the daily, but it was no time to worry about your own state.

“We’ve been to Hell and back enough times for this to be a piece of cake. Rowena will be able to help. The only issue is…” Dean slowly glances over at you, sitting in the chair and quietly listening to the conversation.

“What about me?”

Dean snorts, “Sweetheart, no offense, but you’ve never hunted in your life.”

He was right. How were you supposed to help take down monsters that most people didn’t know existed?

Then again, you had a feeling in the pit of your stomach, your gut, that felt the urge to join in, to fight. You wanted to be of some help to them.

“Train me,” you simply stated.

The three men looked over at you in slight disbelief.

“What?” Dean questioned incredulously.

You stood up and crossed your arms.

“You heard what I said. Train me. Give me two days, and if I’m not fit enough to go along, then I’ll stay here.”

Time was of the essence to find and rescue Gabriel, but you wanted, no, needed to go.

The Winchesters share their infamous glance that always meant they were deliberating over something important.

Sam nods and Dean just groans.

“Fine, Sam will start training you in an hour.”

“Punch me.”

Sam held his arms up in a fighting stance, waiting for you to follow his demand.

“What? You want me to hit you?”

The Winchester nods.

It was just a punch. You could handle it.

You curled your hand into a fist and took the first opportunity that you saw him falter. He grabbed the knuckles of your hand, twisting your arm to give him an advantage. Something inside you kicked in and you swung around to successfully kick out Sam’s knees. The blow brought him to the ground, giving you enough time to wrap your arms around his head for a chokehold.

The surprised look on both of your faces showed just how shocking your stunt really was.

You let go of Sam, allowing him to straighten himself up.

“You could seriously hussle people with that act. What’d you take, some kind of fighting class?”

You quietly shook your head, suddenly terrified of your own strength. A thirst for pain lingered in your belly.

“I’ve never had any experience in this,” you simply respond, dumbfounded.

“Yea, right-“

“No, Sam, I’m not joking. I’ve never fought anyone in my life before, it just…” you trailed off but suddenly a sharp pain pierced through your skull.

You groaned out and fell to your knees.

Blood. Gore. It was everywhere. You slowly raised a hand into your vision and it held a machete that was covered in crimson-red liquid.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Sam’s voice called, bringing you back from the scene. You’d never experienced that before, but it was your body among the blood.

You grabbed the hand that Sam held out to help you up.

“I-I’m fine. Just a headache or something,” you mumbled.

Sam’s eyes scanned your body for any signs of injury, but everything seemed fine physically.

“You’re positive?” He asks warily.

Again, you nod.

“I’m fine, Sam. Nothing a little pain-killer won’t fix.”

Inside, you weren’t fine, but you couldn’t let the Winchesters know that. If they knew, you wouldn’t be able to go with them to find Gabriel. The image you had witnessed was gruesome and you didn’t know where it was from. It was so realistic and you knew for a fact that that was your hand holding the bloody weapon.

The only thing to do was focus on the mission ahead.