#≡*✦ — and in the middle of my chaos there was you [ cas&val ]

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Clumsy

Characters: Gabriel, Sister!Winchester Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Balthazar, Gadreel, Castiel, Jack Kline, Valkyrie the Corgi puppy, Cupids   ::   Warnings: Language, Implied Violence, Subpar Writing, No Beta   ::   Word Count: 1080   ::   Sequel to What Happens When You Don’t Listen

@sdavid09‘s Daily Writing Challenge - Prompt #14: The chaos and disruption in the room was evident.  Broken chairs, shattered glass, streaks of blood here and there.  There was only one response.  “So…dinner?” (Prompt Bolded and Italicized) 

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Gabriel carefully finished draping the last of the flower garlands - done in shades of purples - all around her room, along with a few little Bonsai trees scattered around the room in ornate mosaic pots in her favorite colors.

Rubbing his hands together, he took a step back to survey his work.

“You think she’ll like it?” His sand-colored eyes meet the sand-colored eyes of Valkyrie, who wiggled her little Corgi butt at his question. “Think she’ll forgive the little indiscretion from a month ago?” The puppy sits at that question. “Yeah, I had the same thought.” He bent down to scratch behind her ears. “Wish me luck?” She popped up with her butt wiggling frantically before nipping at his fingers after he scratched under her chin.

He pads out of the room and while passing the War Room, he notices a sweet smell coming from it and changes course to investigate. The room is filled with sunflowers, in vases of various heights and shapes, and the table has a heavy black cloth over it.

As he entered the room, he noticed one of his naked brethren adding red roses to some of the sunflower vases.

“What are you doing here?” Gabriel asked loudly, startling the cherub, who dropped the whole vase.

“Brother! You startled me! I - I came for Y/N.” He’s smiling widely as if this should be no surprise. “She and -”

“What the hell is going on in here?!” Dean yells, staring at the very naked man in the middle of the room, Sam jogging into the room with his gun drawn at Dean’s shouting.

“I have come for Y/N! She and her soulmate will have dinner here tonight, I was just getting everything ready for them!” The cupid is damn near vibrating with excitement.

“We don’t subscribe to that in this house,” Dean growls as the cherub wrinkles it’s forehead.

“I don’t understand. A soulmate is a wonderful gift!”

“I thought it was a bunch of higher up, feathered asshats making decisions they shouldn’t be making.” The cupid’s whole demeanor changes at Dean’s words.

“Unlike my other brethren, I will not be dissuaded from my pairing.”

“You threatening me in my own home, diaper baby?”

“Dean,” Sam warns as Gadreel joins the group just inside the doorway with Balthazar in tow.

“Brother.” Gadreel nods to the cherub in acknowledgment.

“Brother! Please remove Gabriel so I may finish preparing for Y/N and her soulmate’s romantic dinner.”

“Wait - who is her soulmate?” Balthazar moves to stand beside Dean with nearly the same look of contempt on his face.

“I am not at liberty to share that information with you lot.”

“That’s not a tone becoming a cupid, now is it?” Gabriel voiced darkly, making the cupid turn from facing Dean to Gabriel.

“You think they sent me alone in this task? Into the lion’s den?” Two more naked men appear in a flutter of wings.

“Looks like we got ourselves a standoff,” Balthazar mutters.

“Let us finish our task, brothers, and we will be on our way.”

“Tell us who it is, and we will walk away.” Gadreel voices, Gabriel sharing a look with Balthazar at his words and tone.

“We cannot do that.” One of the new arrivals says firmly.

“Well, alright then,” Dean muttered before closing the gap quickly between himself and the first cupid and knocking him to the floor. “You know, I really like these.” He flashes the Enochian brass knuckles at Gabriel with a smug grin.

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When you got home with Cas and Jack, you knew something was off.

Valkyrie meets you eagerly at the garage’s inner door, yipping and running down the hall only to run back to you and then head down the hall again. Leaving Cas and Jack behind, you trot quickly behind Val, her little legs speedily headed to the War Room.

You hear a few grunts and then the all too familiar whoosh of feathers before you enter.

A gasp tears itself from your throat, confused and shocked. But internally, you aren’t terribly surprised...they’d been alone for more than three hours.

The chaos and disruption in the room was evident.  Broken chairs, shattered glass, streaks of blood here and there.  There was only one response.  “So…dinner?”

Your brain doesn’t even register who just said that as you take in the crushed sunflowers, mixed with various colors of glass shards and crimson droplets adorning the floor.

“What happened in here? Oh, no, Val. No! Sit!” You scoop up the puppy before she has a chance to obey the command, scared about the glass hurting her tiny paws.

“We were clumsy.” Gabriel offered lamely.

“They were clumsy.” Sam retorts from where he was leaning against the wall with a cut on his cheek. Picking your way over to him, you use your free hand to brush your thumb over the cut.

“Looks like you were pretty clumsy too, big brother.” His hazel eyes shift away momentarily. You take your hand back and turn back to the rest of the men.

“Seriously? Just tell me hell happened in here.”

“Nothing, sweet cheeks! Just got a little clumsy trying to make a nice Valentine’s dinner for you.” Gabriel makes sure to put on a knowing smile as Gadreel gives a solemn nod behind him.

“Too many cooks in the kitchen and what not, darling.” Balthazar adds with his own dazzling smile.

You eye all the men suspiciously while you rub Valkyrie’s ears, part of you not really wanting to know while the rational part of your brain knows that isn’t what happened. At all. So, ignoring your brain screaming “Blatantly Lying To Your Fucking Face” you give a soft sigh and then look at the floor again, hearing one of the angels snapping to clean up the mess.

“So...what’s for dinner?” The three angel’s faces lit up as Dean scowls before leaning forward to whisper-threaten the trio.

“Try anything with my sister and I’ll set those wings to extra crispy.”

“Dean. We can all hear you. Go pick up some poor desperate girl and celebrate your unattached drifter Christmas like a douche.”

“Hey!” Dean has the gall to sound offended as Sam snickers.

“Don’t worry, she’s still irritated about last month. So, you can at least tick Gabriel off the ‘To Do�� list.” Sam’s tone turns from comforting to teasing as he shoves Dean from the room.

“NOT HELPING, SAM!” Gabriel and Dean shout in tandem.

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