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It all started in your dreams months ago. Looking at Gabriel now, you can’t help but think back to your old, naive life. Thinking about it was like reminiscing on a vacation you’d seen in a movie.
As you watched Gabriel’s mouth move and the apologies spilled out like a waterfall, you can’t help your focus shifting. The words hit your ear but don’t register in your mind. You notice the way his lips open and it reminds you of when he’d used to tell dumb jokes that had you laughing all day.
His eyes twitch amusedly, his eyebrow quirking up.
You narrow yours, puzzled.
“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?”
These were the first words you’d heard come out of his mouth in the last few minutes of your daydreaming.
You press your lips together, humming a low note under your breath.
“Not really,” you shrug.
The whole thing seems pointless to you. Anger, lying, betrayal, they all had nothing against pure joy. The world was so messed up and for what reason?
Gabriel had only wanted you safe, and despite his deceit, you feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you. Fighting and holding grudges were just too exhausting any more.
Gabriel’s features turn softer and less mischievous. His mouth opens again as you try focusing on the words.
“I really am sorry, Y/n,” the sentence falls from his lips with such self-hatred and resentment that it’s hard to not apologize yourself.
“I know,” you whisper, catching a glimpse of the glimmering wetness in his eyes.
Gabriel glances up from the floor to you. He was afraid, you could tell. Afraid of your anger, afraid of not being able to fix his wrongs, afraid of losing you.
“Still love me?” He grins slightly, mouth twitching upwards.
The next few moments are torturous for both of you. Gabriel not knowing your answer, despite his outward wavering confidence. And you, wondering whether to let his one mistake decide both of your lives.
You feel the deep pressure of your heart pumping throughout your body. The steady beat calms you and gives you a moment of clarity.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling Gabriel’s torso into yours. You press your forehead against his, wiping away a stray tear that falls down his cheek with your thumb.
Gabriel’s bright golden orbs gaze into yours. He’s shaking, if only a little bit, from worry.
“I’ll always love you, doofus,” you mumble, feeling the breath of Gabriel’s sharp exhale on your face.
You grin, moving your head so that your chin is leaning on his shoulder, hugging him properly.
His weight shifts as you press into him; he’s holding you steady, his hands firmly planted on your waist.
Gabriel made his mistakes, and both of you knew that. All that mattered now was now.
Your past, though altered and rearranged, did not define you. And Gabriel’s didn’t define his, either.
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.
Hi! I wish you would write a fic where the reader is an immortal being who befriends and protects the Winchesters…even going toe to toe with Billie the reaper at one point.
Requested by anonymous
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If archangels couldn’t be killed and had no celestial powers, they’d be the equivalent of you.
That’s right, an immortal-being.
You’d been around since God first created humans, and you would be until the end of humans. Adam and Eve were always said to be the first, but religion got that wrong.
You were the first human made.
Your lifespan was eternal and God couldn’t have all humans like that, not with the size of Earth and the ability to reproduce. So he perfected his formula based on the first mistake he made.
You became close friends with the angels, and archangels especially. They took you under their actual wings even though you lacked them.
Life was perfect for the angels, humans, and you. But God didn’t think so.
Soon after God created humans, he created monsters.
At that time, you had left the safety of your angelic friends to live a normal life, but instead found yourself facing the dangers of God’s newest creations.
For a while, the creatures wreaked havoc on humanity.
As the first monsters roamed the planet all those years ago, you knew what you had to do.
You became the first hunter.
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It felt like millenia ago, those times, which they probably were. You never kept track anymore. Time moved by quickly for you, and your immortailty only brought pain.
Many reapers tried for your life, and many demons tried for your soul.
None succeeded.
You invented the art of hunting. You kept lists of new hunters and even aided them, although they had no idea who they were working with.
That was the rule you lived by; help them, but don’t get close enough for them to learn who you are.
That rule certainly changed once you met the Winchesters. You never thought you’d get attached.
If you heard yourself say that now, you’d laugh in your own face.
Sam and Dean became your friends, almost brothers to you. You lived under their roof without any complications.
That was until Castiel showed up.
Of course you knew him. You always used to mess with him, aided by Gabriel, up in Heaven.
But now he was here. And your secret was soon to be out. What would the boys think?
*falls in love with minor character who’s only in two episodes and then dies*
For those of you who follow me for Supernatural and might also like Sherlock, I’m accepting requests for that fandom as well.
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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.
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