Archangel? That would explain the raw energy you felt around him. He was powerful, and from your knowledge, one of the most powerful beings in existence. I
But out of all people, why would he ask you for help?
No, that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was finding and helping him.
You informed the Winchesters about your odd dreams and how Gabriel was asking for help. You then pointed to the scorched name on your arm, which had since started to fade.
“Sorry if we seem a bit off kilter, but we thought he was dead,” Sam responded, giving you a small, knowing smile.
In your conversation with the two, you liked Sam better. He was far more open and kind than his brother. Though you hadn’t expected kindness from hunters.
”All I know is that he needs help. Will you both be joining me or am I on my own?“
Like clockwork, the Winchesters share a gaze. You can tell they’re deliberating their answer. All you could do was hope that they could at least send you in the right direction.
They come to an agreement and Dean replies.
“We’ll help, but before we get into any digging around, you’ve got to meet someone.”
You narrow your eyes slightly, your brows quirking up to say, go on.
Dean’s emerald eyes look toward the ceiling.
“Cas, get your winged-ass here, right now. It’s important.”
You stare, confused and bewildered for a second before you get startled. A man appeared next to you in the booth.
“Who-“
The power buzzed around him like an electric fence. Angel, of course.
“My name’s Castiel,” the man, Castiel apparently, said. He then turns his attention to the hunter across from him.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, Cas, but we do have something we need help with.”
Dean motions to you.
“Uh,” you clear your throat, “You must know Gabriel, the archangel.”
Cas’ eyebrows furrow and he seems puzzled.
“I do. He was my brother.”
Was. The word stings for some reason but you have no clue why.
You hit the road early enough to arrive at the diner around noon.
Your car, a 1972 Jeep, parked right next to what looked like an old Impala. Someone had good taste in vehicles.
Dean had told you what him and his brother looked like, though it didn’t really matter. You could tell who they were as soon as you stepped foot in the diner.
The two men were both in plaid, one had dark brown hair and the other was on the blonder side.
You slowly approached the booth they were in. Being hunters, their guard was up and they immediately noticed you walking toward them.
The longer haired and taller one turned to greet you with a nod as his brother remained stoic in the moment. Hunters never were the type to make friends.
They were in the booth next to each other, allowing you to scoot in the seat across from them.
You stuck your hand out in a welcoming gesture as they both shook it.
“Let’s get straight to the point. I need help from a hunter, and actually, a Winchester to be exact.”
Sam and Dean share a questioning glance.
“What for?” You supposed Sam isn’t the one you talked on the phone with, because he seemed far more friendly than his brother.
Your hand reaches down into the pocket of your jacket and grips tight onto a piece of paper. You pull it out and place it on the table.
It was a picture of the man in your dreams, drawn by you so the Winchesters might be of more help.
You place a finger on the drawing.
“Do you know this man?”
Dean’s eyes widen as he tries to make sense of what he’s seeing.
“Yes, we actually do. His name’s Gabriel, the archangel Gabriel.”
That name… it wasn’t all too rare. Perhaps it was the man in your dream’s last name.
No, it couldn’t be. That wouldn’t aid him. Winchester must be someone you can pinpoint to help.
But where would you even start?
If your hunches were right about his… supernatural-ness, then you had to talk to a professional.
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“Hello? Bobby?” You wait patiently for the old man to answer. There’s a short silence before another man responds.
“Who’s this?”
His voice is deep, rough, and definitely not Bobby’s. You hadn’t talked to the old hunter in years.
“Where’s Bobby? I need to talk to him.”
Another silent moment.
The man on the other end cleared his throat.
“Bobby’s dead. This is Dean Winchester. Now who is this?”
Bobby was dead? And… Winchester? It couldn’t possibly be.
“This is Y/n L/n. I-I’m sorry about Bobby, but you’re just the person I’m looking for. And I could really use your help.”
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You’d coversed enough with Dean to know that he and his brother were friends of Bobby, hunters from Kansas, where you were fortunately located. You set up a time to meet them in a diner about an hour or two out from your house.
Things like what you wanted to discuss couldn’t just be handled over the phone.
You packed a bag with essential items: clothes, toiletries, a gun with wardings on the bullets…
One could never be too careful in dealing with hunters. Especially ones who were close with Bobby.
In My Dreams (1)
My life was the definition of normal. Same weekly routine, over and over again. But it was all torn apart by one man in my dreams. Of course, the supernatural never deterred me before this, so what could go wrong?
Word Count: 438 words
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Silence fell over the parking lot. Only the repetitive sounds of your footsteps on the damp ground could be heard. The scent of freshly poured rain filled your nose and made each breath of yours shakier.
You saw it; you saw him.
Light from a street lamp shone down, casting a golden, angelic glow around his form.
It was the same every night. The caramel haired man with a green jacket and jeans always stood there. He would remain motionless, staring off into space until his eyes locked onto you. In a moment, he would appear in front of you. He grabbed your arm firmly, sending a dead shiver down your spine. The iciness of his touch was alarming. Almost like that of a deceased corpse.
His mouth opened to speak words, but nothing came out. His eyes were wide, his mouth moved quickly; he seemed desperate.
“Do you need help?”
Of course he needed help; he always did. The attachment you felt with this man was great, but before the dreams, you had never seen him before.
He nodded fervently. His hand left your arm and he began pointing to the ground. Clues like this had never helped before but you needed to help him.
“The pavement?”
No, he shook his head.
“Under the pavement?”
Closer.
“Are you a ghost?”
You had never felt fear around him, as it was only a dream, and you never felt the need to. Even you knew that dreams weren’t as safe as they seemed, yet you trusted him.
The man shook his head, though you knew he wasn’t exactly human. You could tell when things were… supernatural.
He seemed like a powerful person, but broken down to nothing. And you were a simple girl, dreaming of a man you’d never met before like a crazy person.
“I’m sorry, I want to help.”
He understood, as always. One-way communication was too difficult to master in the short time you two had been meeting. It was roughly around a month ago that this started happening.
You felt the parking lot around you start to fade into a bright white light, and you knew it was time to wake up.
“I’ll be back. I promise, I’ll help you as best as I can.”
You felt reality tear you away. Suddenly, with a burst of energy, the man grabbed your hand and it began to burn. His eyes, filled with sorrow, were seared into your head as you woke up.
The pain in your palm wasn’t just in the dream. Your eyes darted to the flesh that now stung with bright-red carved words.
Y/n: If it’s that your food is gone again, I definitely didn’t take it.
Sam: What? No. I’m talking about Gabriel turning Cas into a pranking machine.
Dean: Why did we let Gabriel back in the bunker again…
Y/n: Lighten up, I’m sure it isn’t that bad!
Y/n: Wait. What was that crashing sound?
Sam: What crashing sound??
Sam: Y/n??
Y/n: I’ve, ehm, got to go… I’m being blackmailed…
Dean: To do what?
Y/n: Gabriel recruited me for their ‘team’, and if I didn’t join he was going to prank me
Sam: Y/n, NO.
Y/n: Sorry! #TeamAngels4Life
Y/n left the conversation.
Dean: We are in so much trouble. Gather the supplies, Sammy.
Sam: Okay, we may need celestial help of our own, though.
Dean: Who?
Sam: You know who.
Dean: No. Absolutely not, Sam.
Sam: >:)
Sam left the conversation.
Dean: Great.
Dean left the conversation.
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.
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.
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.
It was a quick thing but here’s Gabriel’s special effects look from the last episode 🧐🙈
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 meanskeeping 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.
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