#Dean Winchester x angel grace vial!reader

[rositaslabyrinth]

The light that fell

Meeting V ⭑.���

When a violent surge of celestial energy shatters a stolen vial of angelic Grace, something impossible happens—the Grace doesn’t dissipate. It becomes.

She appears in the Bunker without warning—naked, trembling, and utterly lost in a body that was never meant to exist. She doesn’t know how to breathe, how to move, how to be. All she knows is that she was never supposed to be human.

Word count ; 1,542

The room was quiet—too quiet. The only sound was the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above, buzzing in the otherwise still space.

And then, without warning, the air seemed to shimmer. A pulse of light, brief and bright, flashed across the room, momentarily blinding both men standing there.

Dean’s reflexes kicked in instantly.

He reached for his gun, eyes darting toward the source of the disturbance, posture tense. His finger hovered near the trigger, ready for anything. “Sam, move—” His voice was a low, growl, the protective edge already taking over.

Sam glanced at him, confusion evident on his face. “What the hell just—”

And then, there she was.

She appeared in the middle of the room, so suddenly that neither of them had time to react.

A woman.

Her body shimmered faintly, almost glowing under the harsh lights. She was naked, her skin pale and smooth, though it wasn’t the softness of something mortal—it was the coldness of something ancient, something otherworldly.

She looked around, her eyes wide and lost. Her breath came in shallow gasps, as if she couldn’t quite remember how to breathe.

And when she spoke, her voice was so soft it barely reached their ears. “I… I was…”

Her words were broken, her body trembling. The panic was clear in her gaze.

Dean’s gun was still pointed at her, but his grip tightened around it, his instincts on high alert. He couldn’t take his eyes off her—too fragile, too strange. What the hell was she?

“Sam, you see this, right?” Dean’s voice was sharp, his eyes never leaving her. “Tell me I’m not crazy.”

“I’m seeing it,” Sam said, though his tone was less defensive, more… cautious. “But I don’t know what I’m seeing.” He took a step forward, hands raised, trying to calm the situation. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. We’re not gonna hurt you.”

She flinched at Sam’s words, her eyes flickering from one of them to the other, as if unsure whether to trust them—or run. She stepped back, hands clutching her arms as though she were cold.

“I…” She hesitated again, her voice cracking. “I… I held Grace.” The words were strange, barely making sense even to her own ears.

Dean’s gun didn’t waver. His posture was still defensive, his mind racing. “You held Grace? What the hell does that mean?” He took another step back, his muscles tense. “You’re not human.”

“I’m not supposed to be,” she whispered. The panic in her eyes was growing. “I… I was…” She trailed off, lost in the broken pieces of her own existence. Her hand lifted to her chest, her fingers trembling as she searched for some kind of understanding. Her skin felt wrong—too human, too fragile.

Sam took a cautious step forward. His gaze softened, the protective, logical side of him pushing through his usual wariness. “What are you?” he asked gently. “What happened to you?”

She shook her head, the confusion on her face deepening. “I don’t know. I don’t understand…” She swallowed, the weight of fear clouding her voice. “I was never… I was never meant to be this.”

Dean’s instincts screamed for him to do something. He couldn’t stand still. This wasn’t just some random supernatural being; this was… different. And the fact that she was completely defenseless, standing there naked, with no weapons and no defenses, only made him more on edge.

“You don’t belong here,” he muttered under his breath, though it wasn’t clear whether he was talking to her or himself.

“I don’t belong anywhere,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible. The weight of the words hit her like a wave. Her body was shaking now, the fear becoming too much to hold inside.

“Dean, we need to calm down,” Sam urged, his hand gently resting on his brother’s arm, as if grounding him. “She’s… not a demon. We need to figure out what she is, but we’re not doing anyone any good like this.”

Dean still kept the gun at the ready, though his expression softened just slightly. “We don’t know what she is, Sam. Could be anything. She could be dangerous. You saw how she just—appeared.”

“I’m not dangerous,” she whispered, her eyes wide, tears threatening to fall. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

For a moment, the three of them stood there—frozen in the tension of the unknown. The dangerous unknown.

And then, as if realizing that she had no control over the situation, her shoulders slumped. She looked down at herself, her hands falling to her sides. The confusion, the fear—everything—swallowed her whole.

She wasn’t a thing. She wasn’t an object. She was human now—whether she wanted to be or not.

Dean hadn’t holstered his gun. He knew he should, but something about her—about the way she had just appeared—made his gut tighten. Every instinct screamed danger, but there she was, standing bare and shivering, looking more like a lost soul than a threat.

Sam, of course, was already shifting into damage-control mode. “Hey,” he said carefully, glancing at Dean before looking back at her. “We need to get you something to wear, alright?”

Her arms curled tighter around herself, fingers gripping at her own skin like she wasn’t even used to the sensation. Her breath was shaky, her movements hesitant, like a newborn deer on unsteady legs.

Dean exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “Right. Great.” He shot Sam a look, muttering, “What the hell did we just walk into?”

Sam ignored him and turned back to the woman. “I’ll grab some clothes,” he said, voice soft. “Just—stay here.”

She nodded quickly, her glowing eyes flickering between the two of them, like she was still trying to read them, trying to make sense of their presence.

Dean kept his eyes trained on her as Sam disappeared down the hallway. Silence stretched between them.

She fidgeted, awkward in her own skin, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Then, to his absolute disbelief, she lifted her gaze and looked at him.

Dean froze. What the hell was that look supposed to mean? She wasn’t saying anything—just staring at him, like she expected something.

Dean scoffed, shifting uncomfortably. “What?” She hesitated, then gestured to herself, expression unreadable but expectant.

Dean blinked. “Oh, hell no.” He took a step back, waving a hand between them. “No way. Not my department.”

Her brows knit together slightly. She still didn’t speak, but the way she kept watching him, waiting, made something twist deep in his gut.

Dean Winchester had fought demons, faced down angels, and gone toe-to-toe with Death himself, but nothing—nothing—had prepared him for this.

“Sam needs to hurry the hell up,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his mouth.

She looked… disappointed? Frustrated? He had no idea. But before he could figure it out, Sam returned with an old Henley and a pair of sweatpants, setting them down carefully on the nearby table.

“Here,” Sam said gently. “It’s not much, but it’ll help.”

The woman reached for the clothes, her fingers brushing the fabric as though it were foreign to her. And then—she did it again.

She turned back to Dean. Dean stiffened. “Oh, come on.” Sam looked between them, brows raised. “What’s happening?”

“She—” Dean waved a hand at her. “She keeps looking at me like I’m supposed to—like I’m supposed to help or something.”

Sam frowned before realization dawned on his face. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Dean repeated, unamused. “She doesn’t know how to put them on.” Dean stared at him. Then at her. Then at the pile of clothes.

“Oh, hell no.”

Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Dean—” “Nope. Not doing it. Not happening.”

Dean was already turning on his heel, making a beeline for the hallway. “I’ll be out here. You handle this.”

Behind him, he heard Sam murmur, “You’ll be fine. Just put them on like this, see?” followed by the woman’s quiet, uncertain “Oh.”

Dean stood just outside the room, bracing his hands on his hips, shaking his head to himself. “Of all the things…”

A minute passed. Then another.

When she finally stepped out, she was small inside the hoodie, the sleeves hanging past her hands. She shifted in the clothes like she wasn’t quite sure how they were supposed to feel, like they were strange on her skin but better than before.

Dean glanced at her, then at Sam. “See? Handled it. Didn’t need me.” The woman looked at Dean again, expression unreadable, but there was something lingering in her gaze.

Dean scowled, crossing his arms. “What”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she quietly sat down on the couch, pulling her knees up to her chest. The movement was almost instinctive, something human trying to make itself smaller.

Dean sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright. So.” He gestured vaguely. “Now what?”

The woman’s voice was barely a whisper “What do I do now?”

Dean exchanged a glance with Sam, then exhaled sharply. “That,” he muttered, “is what we’re gonna figure out.” And none of them had a damn clue where to start.

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[rowyn-writes]

Star Struck (Castiel x Angel!Reader)

Warnings: Language, a splash of angst, a little bit of fluff, make out scene

Pairings: Castiel x Angel!Reader

Characters: Cas, Sam, Dean, Gabriel, Jack (mentioned only) Mary (mentioned only)

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: When the Winchester's and Cas call on you for your help, Cas can't help but be star struck by your presence.

Requested by: @danitisx

You roamed the streets Dublin, Ireland. Fascinated by the beautiful scenery and amazing culture.

"It's wonderful, isn't it?" A handsome man beside you asked.

"Indeed." You agreed. "Do you live around here?"

"Yeah, just up the road a couple of blocks. I've lived here my entire life. What about you? Where are you from?"

"Uh," You laughed as you scratched the back of your head. "I'm from the States. New York." You decided. It's not exactly like you could tell him you were an Archangel from Heaven.

"I'm Charlie, by the way." He gave you a cheeky grin.

"Y/N." You introduced yourself.

"Would you like to go out for a drink?"

"I would l-" You broke off as you felt a strange tug on your body. "Damn."

You were surrounded by a circle if Holy fire. You took in your surroundings. You seemed to be in some sort of emergency bunker. "What in Dad's name." You mumbled. "Alright, whoever summoned me here, if you don't show yourself, I'll smite you!" You growled, trying your best to be intimidating.

"Y/N." A soft voice said.

You whirled around to see a familiar angel. "Castiel." You breathed. "You're the one who summoned me here? Why?" You tilted your head to the side, similar to how Castiel would do whenever he was confused.

Two other familiar men emerged from around the corner. "Winchester's. Hello."

"Y/N. Good to see you again." Sam nodded.

"Ya know, if you wanted me here so badly, you could've called instead of summoning me here with a ring of holy fire. Which, by the way, is extremely uncomfortable."

"Sorry," Dean shrugged, throwing a glass of water, extinguishing the fire. "Precautionary measure."

"Fair enough." You slid off your black over coat and set it on the back of a chair. "So, what can I do for you boys? Do you need an elixir of some sort? An herb, perhaps? A spell?"

"They need some of your grace."

Your eyes darted from Castiel's over to him. You thought he was dead, long dead. This didn't make sense.

"You."

"Me." Gabriel smirked. "Hello, little sister. Long time no see."

"Yeah," You scoffed, raising your voice. "Long time no see because you dumbass got yourself killed by our brother! Or so I thought. Because to me, you look perfectly fine."

You trembled with anger. You had thought your brother was dead. You mourned him for so long. You cried for him, and there he was, alive and healthy. For now.

"Y/N-" He sighed.

"No! You don't get to talk, asshat!" You growled. "You let me believe you were dead for years! I cried for you, I prayed to you, to Dad! And there you are, fine and dandy."

Sam, Dean and Cas stepped back a little, giving you and your brother some space. Out of everyone, they understood family problems.

"You son of a bitch!" You screamed, using your powers to slam Gabriel into a wall. He gave out a small grunt as his back hit the cold brick wall. "You let me think you were dead! How could you?!" You clenched your fist, making it harder for Gabriel to breathe. "You were my best friend! My brother! And you heard how much pain I was in and decided to let me keep suffering! You insufferable dick!" Your eyes were glowing a bright blue.

"Y/N!" Castiel called your name, trying to calm you down. "Y/N! Stop." He rested a hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly. "You need to calm down. Let Gabriel explain."

"You guys have ten minutes to explain everything that's going on before I get my ass out of here and never come back."

The men sat you down and explained everything that happened in your absence. Including your nephew.

"You're telling me Lucifer has a son?" You questioned. "Someone actually wanted to have sex with my brother?"

"Uh, well, Kelly thought that Lucifer was the President." Sam coughed.

"The Presid-" You cut yourself off. "Okay. . . Clearly I've missed a lot. So, you want me to give you some of my grace in order to get Jack and your mother back?"

"Yes." Dean nodded. "You're our only option left. Gabriel tried to help, but most of his grace was drained by Asmodeus and it'll take time to replenish."

"Fine. I'll help."

"Really?" Cas said hopefully. "You'll help us?"

"Of course." You gave him a gentle smile. "Jack is my nephew after all. He needs a female figure in his life. And I refuse to let him be corrupted by Lucifer. My brother won't have any contact with Jack if I can help it."

"Why do you care so much about Jack?" Dean asked, his eyebrows furrowed. "You've never met him."

"Doesn't mean I love him any less. He's family. And until recently, I thought everyone I loved was dead. So I can deal with the fatigue and snappiness that comes with losing some of my grace."

"Thank you." Cas said gratefully. "Thank you so much."

"Okay." You took a deep breath. "Could I get some help with extracting my grace? I'd do it myself, but I can be a bit squeamish." You looked over at the beautiful blue eyed man in a trench coat. "Would you help me?"

"Oh," Cas seemed to be flustered. "O-of course." 

You grabbed the tool and headed into an empty bedroom. "Okay, let's get this over with." You said, pushing your hair to one side of you shoulder to let Castiel extract your grace. "Just. . . Be gentle, okay?"

Cas nodded, still seeming unnerved. "You're scared. Why?"

"Well. . . You're one of the most powerful angels to ever walk the earth. You were one of God's favorites and most trusted. You led an entire army of angels into battle with demons. You banished the Princes of Hell back into Hell. You're amazing!"

You gave Cas a soft smile. "That's very sweet of you, Castiel. But I'm not the same angel anymore. I'm certainly not Father's favorite anymore. He was the one that cast me out of Heaven after he found out I had relations with a human. I'm not amazing. I'm ordinary."

"Well, you're extraordinary to me. You're helping us get Jack and Mary back. Even though you don't have to."

"It's the least I can do." You dismissed him with a wave of your hand. "You and the Winchester's have saved the world more than once. Granted, you almost ended it as well, but at least you fixed it. Plus, I can tell these people mean a lot to you."

"They do. They're my family."

"And I'm very happy that you've found your family, Castiel." You cupped his face in both of your hands. "You were a wonderful servant to Heaven, and an even better leader when the time came. You deserve to be happy after all the havoc that's happened to you." You pulled away, resting your hands in you lap.

"You would have been far better than I was. You are a good angel, and an amazing leader."

"I'm no better than Lucifer."

"Y/N," Castiel said in astonishment. "You are nothing compared to Lucifer. You are compassionate and kind. You care about people."

"But when the world was ending, I was off galavanting around the world. And when people were in danger and dying, I turned a blind eye and let it all happened!" You cried, tears rolling down your cheeks. "If I don't help, then I'm part of the problem, Castiel. I yelled at Gabriel for disappearing, but I did the exact same thing. I left, I left Heaven, my brother's, all of the other angels, I left them. For a jackass human that never really loved me. So you ask me why I'm doing this for you? I'm doing it because I've never done anything good in my existence. Ending that war with the demons, sure, it saved humans in the long run, but I never cared about that. I was just following Dad's orders. Like a good little soldier."

"Y/N," Cas began.

"Just. . . Take my grace. . . Please?"

Castiel frowned as he gingerly brushed your hair aside. "This might sting." He warned as he plunged the extractor into your neck. You winced, gripping your leg in order to cope with the pain. Cas ended up getting five vials filled with your grace.

"It should replenish eventually, but it might take some time."

You went to stand up, but immediately felt lightheaded. Cas came behind you, holding you up. You inhibitions were lowered when you lost grace, and this time was no exception.

"Has anyone ever told you you have the most beautiful eyes?" You smiled. "They're like the ocean."

Castiel's face tinted pink and he gave a sheepish grin. "Thank you, Y/N. You have very beautiful eyes as well."

"Is that the only thing you find attractive about me, Castiel?" You ran a finger along the length of his arm.

"I- Um. . ." The angel was flustered once again. "Well, o-of course there are other things attractive about you. You're gorgeous. Your lips are perfect, t-they look very soft."

"Why don't you find that out yourself." You smirked. You pulled Cas down by his tie, his lips meeting yours.

Castiel was hesitant at first, and you knew he never really understood kissing. You moved your lips against his, and he finally understood. You didn't even know you had been moving until your back hit the brick wall.

You hands got tangled in his dark hair, while his wrapped around your waist.

There was a loud bang at the door, making Cas pull away from you. "If you're done making out with my sister, we kind of need this show on the road." Gabriel called from the other side of the door.

"Cockblocker." You grumbled. "That was one hell of a kiss, Cas. We should do it again sometime." You gave him a wink as you headed back to the library.

"I need a cold shower."

[magics-protector]

The Mate of the Trickster

Pairing: Gabriel x HalfDragon!Reader 

Warnings/Notes: none really, kind of a Soulmate AU i guess

Summary: Following the events of 13x17, Gabriel, with the aid of Ketch, breaks free from Asmodeus’ hold. However, there is an even bigger problem he faces: his girlfriend, who thinks he’s dead. 

It was kind of relieving for Gabriel; watching Asmodeus beat the crap out of someone else for a change.

Yet, it was also terrifying, to say the least.

Once Asmodeus had finished beating Ketch to a pulp, he monologued about them being the same, typical villain style, and how Ketch belonged to him before leaving the two men alone.

All Gabriel could do was hope that Asmodeus didn't return for a while and that, if he did, that he wasn't next to face the demon prince’s wrath.

Ketch was hunched against a pillar across from Gabriel's cell, pulling what remained of a bloody, broken tooth from his mouth. He leaned over to his left, moaning in pain and spitting out blood, he glanced up and saw Gabriel staring wide-eyed at him.

"What are you looking at?" He grumbled. "If I had half your power, I'd..." Ketch looked away in thought and then looked around. "In fact..." He said.

Ketch stood up and went straight to Gabriel's cage, causing Gabriel to shrink back away from the bars.

"I believe it's time to go." Ketch grasped the bottom part of the bars and lifted, opening the cell. He leaned down and looked at Gabriel. "Consider this a rescue." He turned around and went to the lockers that Asmodeus kept Gabriel's archangel blade and went back to Gabriel, who huddled further into the corner, whimpering.

"Come on, you. Come on!" Ketch beckoned Gabriel towards him, but got no compliance. Ketch, done with Gabriel’s attitude to the situation, then grabbed the archangel’s ankle and pulled him out of the cell, while Gabriel frantically resisted.

Ketch pulled Gabriel through the hallway and said, "This would all go so much faster if you just flapped your bloody wings."

They turned the corner and ran into a Demon, whom Ketch killed with the blade. He turned back to Gabriel, "Where were we?", grabbed his arm, pulling him along, Gabriel still struggled.

"Would you calm down?" Ketch snapped. "I'm taking you to somewhere safe. To the Winchesters. You remember them, right?"

Gabriel struggled some more.

"They're much different from when you saw them last, I assure you. Now that they've got that dragon-woman back with them."

Gabriel stopped struggling. She was with the Winchesters and, more importantly, still alive. Knowing that made him feel somewhat better.

Thoughts raced around his mind as Ketch pulled him along; was she alright? Did she remember him? Would she forgive him?

He met her back when he was pretending to be that university janitor. He knew she was his from the moment he laid eyes on her; her beautiful face, her hair, god her eyes. He fell in love then and there, but she wouldn’t give in without a fight.  He knew she knew what he was to her but her stubbornness had pulled her away from him, her love for the men she called family and what he had done to them made for a rocky relationship. But, all the tension and false hatred came to a stunning conclusion after a very complicated argument, which led to a night that would put Casa Erotica to shame.  

For years, they hid their relationship from the two hunters she called 'the brothers she never wanted but was glad to have' and Heaven, seeing as an archangel and a human-dragon hybrid being together would upset a lot of people up there. And it did, immensely.

When the boys found out, shit hit the fan, but they had come to accept it with great difficulty, after seeing how happy he made her.

When he 'died', he knew it would kill her inside but everything he did was to protect her. She wasn't there that night, Gabriel and the Winchesters agreed on that.

She would be a great asset to have, but Lucifer could have used or hurt her and the three of them couldn't stand that. She meant too much to all of them.

As Ketch led them to the exit of Asmodeus’ stronghold, Gabriel could only hope and pray that she could forgive him.

•••••••

"Man, I can't believe you almost became an inter-dimensional booty-call, Dean." Y/N laughed as she and the Winchester brothers walked down the steps of the bunker.

Dean chuckled. "That's something I never thought would happen."

"Well." Sam said as they plopped their bags on the table. "We have the Seal. Right? So, all we need now is an archangel, and we're set."

Y/N frowned, sadly, her thoughts went back to Gabriel. How she missed him.

"Sure, that sounds easy." Dean grumbled.

Y/N looked over to the library and put her arms out in front of her, setting them ablaze.

Sam and Dean drew their guns at Ketch, who stood in the library entrance with his arms up in surrender. "Wait." Ketch said. "I come in peace."

"Yeah, right." Y/N growled.

"And I brought you a gift." He leaned down and from behind the wall, pulled Gabriel out into the open.

Y/N's  eyes widened and her flames extinguished. "Gabriel?" She asked, her voice cracked.

He looked at her with wide eyes.

She took a few long strides over to where Ketch placed Gabriel down onto a chair and placed her hand on his cheek, her full attention on the broken angel. "Gabe..." Her eyes watered. She leaned forward enough for him to place his head on her chest. Her mood shifted quickly as she glared up at Ketch. "What did you do to him?" She growled at him, her eyes glowing white.

Ketch flinched back in fear, he raised his arms up to shield himself. "Not me. Asmodeus. The Prince was holding him prisoner until I liberated the poor man. And I understand you may need an archangel for a spell, perhaps."

Sam and Dean looked at one another before they  lowered their guns slightly.

"Well, what luck." Ketch mused.

"We need his grace." Sam said.

That one word seemed to set Gabriel off. He started to panic and shake, shrieking out which was muffled by the stitches that sealed his mouth. Y/N held his shoulders and shushed him. "Gabe, Gabe. It's ok. Shh, shh."

When Gabriel had settled, Ketch pulled out a vial of grace from his pocket and then an archangel blade.

"Why would you..." Sam thought for a second. "What's the catch? What do you want?" He demanded, his voice dry.

"Protection. From Asmodeus."

"The one you're working for?" Y/N sneered at Ketch while holding Gabriel's head lightly against her chest, his chest still heaving with fear.

"Was working for?" Ketch replied. "But when he finds out that I stole his prize milk cow, well, I imagine that he'll hunt me to the ends of the Earth. So, this is the only safe place I know." He looked around the war room.

"What? Do you think you're just gonna move in?" Sam asked.

The corners of Ketch’s mouth perked up before falling back down. “Dibs on the top bunk?" Ketch jested.

"No." Sam said, while Dean replied with “Deal.”

"What?" Sam looked to Dean.

"Look, I don't know what the hell's going on here. But if this helps up get Mom back, helps us get Jack back, then... sure. Whatever you want." Dean threw his gun on the table.

••••••••

Y/N sat as still as she could while she tried to remove the stitches over Gabriel's mouth, apologizing everytime he whimpered and flinched. It killed her inside every time he flinched and whined.

When she finished, she set the knife down and ran her hands delicately over his cheeks, placing a kiss on his forehead, ignoring the dried and fresh blood.

"All right, let's do this." Dean walked in with a bag full of stuff and supplies for the spell, Sam following him closely.

"Well, shouldn't we wait?" Sam asked, unsure.

"Wait? Why?" Dean asked. "We got everything we need. Everything else is just burning daylight. Come on. Let's open this door."

Sam looked to Y/N and she looked back at him with a look of unsurity.

“All right." Sam grumbled. "I'll grab my gear."

"Uhhh...." Dean stopped Sam. "Hold on. I'm heading in alone."

Sam and Y/N looked to Dean with shocked faces.

"What?" Y/N asked.

"Look, we got a busted up archangel here. And who the hell knows what else? Okay? Somebody's gotta stay here just in case."

"And I'm coming with you." Ketch said, walking over to the group. "As I said, Asmodeus will be hunting me to the ends of the Earth, so it's better if I'm not on Earth."

"It's not much better over there." Y/N said. "You know it's a war zone, right?"

"Won't be my first, shan't be my last. Hmm?"

"Fine." Dean said.

"Fine?" Sam asked, offendedly. "So you want Ketch to go and not me?"

"I don't care if he dies. Hell, I'm kind of rootin' for it."

"Still, you can't--"

"No, I have to. It's something that's been over there before to open up the right door, so that's either you, me, or Y/N and I sure as hell know she's not going anywhere."

"Damn right, I'm not." Y/N said, as she held Gabriel close, his head nuzzled into her neck.

"So I'm gonna go." Dean said. "And if something happens to me, if -- if time runs out, then I need you two to come and save me and save Mom and save whoever else, okay?"

Sam argued, "It's safer if we go together."

"Oh, there's no such thing as safe over there. You know that. I know you don't like this, okay? I don't expect you to. This is the way it's gonna be."

Sam, reluctantly, agreed after a few minutes and started to conduct the spell. Dean put a piece of his hair in the concoction, Sam used the Seal they recieved and the portal opened. Dean and Ketch suited up and prepared to enter the vortex.

"Dean." Y/N called.

He turned to her.

"Good luck." She smiled warmly.

Dean smiled and nodded back and the two men entered the portal.

•••••••••

After Dean and Ketch left, Sam and Y/N moved Gabriel to Y/N's  room, where he could find comfort, and Sam left to grab some food.

Gabriel sat on their, well her, bed but now that he was back she assumed he’d stay there with her, his hands clasped with his knees pulled tight against his chest. Y/N sat across from him, staring at his worn-down face.

She wanted answers; why he left her, what happened to him, but her questions would not help the situation any further so she stayed silent.

With a low breathe, and the hope of getting some reaction out of him, she stood up and went towards the door, to find Sam, when Gabriel's hand sprung out and grabbed her wrist and he pulled her in, putting his arm around her midsection and holding her tight against his chest, his face pressed into her hair, pushing through to reach her neck.

She didn't move, it had been so long since she had even seen him, let alone touched him, so she savoured this moment before he let go and jolted to the corner of the room.

Y/N looked to him in confusion when she heard Sam and Cas' voices in the hall.

The door opened and the two men walked in.

"Cas." Y/N acknowledge the other man.

"Y/N." He greeted. He looked down to Gabriel, who was curled in the corner. "You didn't tell me it was this bad."

"Yeah, well, years of isolation and torture and Asmodeus draining his grace. Come here. Help me out." Sam walked slowly over to the dresser by the wall and placed the food tray on top of it, Cas walking slowly behind him.

"Hey, Gabriel." Sam said, softly and quietly. He placed a gentle hand on Gabriel's shoulder and within a second, Gabriel jolted.

The two men calmly and gently moved Gabriel back to the bed where he went back into his fetal position. Y/N shifted back, moving to sit beside where Cas stood, just far enough to not spook Gabriel but to also be of comfort.

Sam tried to remind Gabriel of the video he sent them but it didn't work, he remained silent.

The boys then tried to get Gabriel to take some of his old grace back but he fought against it, he pushed the two men away and bolted for the other corner of the room.

Y/N was heartbroken at the sight.

•••••••••••

Since Gabriel was in her room, Sam let Y/N use his room for some rest.

When she woke up, she went back to her room and found Gabriel sitting criss-cross on her bed with an empty vial while Sam and Cas stood in front of him. She once again felt a stronger pull than she felt when he arrived. She walked further into the room and he looked up to her, offering her a vague smile and his arms raised a bit. She smiled and sat down in front of him, he pulled her into his arms and held her close.

But something was off when he let out a brief little growl that only she had heard, but then she remembered that angels can get particularly territorial when it comes to soulmates, and she had been sleeping in Sam’s room. She let out a small giggle and kissed the crown of her angel’s head.

Then, Sam's phone buzzed and, within seconds, he answered, putting it on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Samuel." Asmodeus' voice said through the phone and Gabriel jumped back slightly, keeping a hand on Y/N, looking at Sam. "I hope you're having a pleasant day. It's come to my attention you boys have something that belongs to me and I'd like it back."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sam said.

"Oh, I believe you do. And I'm-a give you one chance to return him to me. No harm, no foul."

"I'm hanging up." Sam said.

"Do not hang up on me. Gabriel is of no use to you in his current condition. Should you choose to resist me, I will have no choice but to take him by force."

Gabriel started to breathe heavy with fear.

"I will reduce you and that sad little bunker of yours to ashes. You got 10 minutes to decide. Now you can hang up."

The call ended with everyone on edge. Y/N looked back to Gabriel and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"He's not coming anywhere near here. I'll kill him first." She growled lowly, it was as though she was telling herself that. The only one to hear her was Gabriel, who shrunk closer to her.

••••••••••

Gabriel sat on the bed, rubbing his temples, while Y/N rubbed his back.

Sam came running back to the room after he left to touch up all the wards in the entire bunker. "All right, I did what I could to help the bunker's warding but who knows if it's enough. How's he?"

"I don't know." Cas mumbled and Y/N just shrugged her shoulders, doing her best to comfort the anxious angel.

Gabriel stopped rubbing his temples when the lights went out and the emergency lights and sirens went on.

Everyone looked around frantically and Sam and Cas ran off.

Y/N stood up and went to run when Gabriel caught her wrist with both of his hands, repeating 'no' over and over again. She looked back to see him shaking his head frantically. She leaned down, placed a gentle kiss on his lips, and said, "I'll be back." She pulled her hand out of his grasp and ran out the door.

She caught up with the boys, her hands ignited with a white flame while Sam had his gun and Cas with his angel blade.

They made their way, cautiously, to the war room when three Demons snuck up behind them.

Each one of them was preoccupied with a demon.

Y/N placed her hand on the Demon's stomach and a white flame engulfed it's body as it screamed in pain. She stood back and let the demon fall when she was forced back with Sam and Cas. She looked up and saw Asmodeus.

"You're warding wasn't designed for the likes of me, Samuel. I've come to claim what's mine."

That's when two demons entered carrying Gabriel.

Asmodeus walked up to Gabriel with a wicked smirk.

"Oh, I've missed you, boy." He said. "I'm-a have to punish you rather severely, I'm afraid."

Gabriel looked up in fear and struggled as the demons led him away.

"You stay away from him, you sick son of a bitch!”  Y/N growled, as she fought whatever power Asmodeus used to hold them to the wall.

"Y/N , stop!" Cas and Sam begged as she rose to her feet.

Asmodeus turned to her. “Ah, so this must be the Archangel's soulmate. The all powerful Dragon."

Her hands lit up with white fire. "I'm not letting you take him away from me." She snarled.

"Oh, I'm-a afraid I am, my dear. Maybe I'll take you with me. Give the angel a reason to comply while I keep a blade against your gut." He then grabbed her throat and lifted her in the air, her efforts with her magic unsuccessful.

Drowning out Sam and Cas' cries of protest, Asmodeus squeezed her neck tighter. "But, then-a-gain, it is best just to kill you now. You won't be a problem later on."

Y/N scratched at Asmodeus' arm, drawing blood from underneath the white cloth,  when she gasped out, "Gabriel."

That's when both Demons were flung off the balcony and Gabriel stood, clutching the railing.

Asmodeus looked to him in shock. "Gabriel! What are you doin', son? You know too well what I can do to you. I broke you!"

Gabriel looked up at Asmodeus with the look of a feral animal. A beaten, broken and angry feral animal.

He looked upon the man who tortured him for years now and what he sees is the horrible image of that man with his hands on his soulmate. Harming the one thing in their tiny little universe that belonged to him and him alone. That would be enough to drive a man insane.

Asmodeus was touching what was Gabriel's and now, he was going to kill him for it.

"You're too weak!" Gabriel stood tall, his injuries gone and the blood cleaned,  his wings spread out wide as sort of a way to assert his dominance.

Asmodeus dropped Y/N onto the ground and threw a ball of grace at Gabriel, which he deflected it with ease.

"Not anymore. Oh, by the way,"

Y/N looked up to Gabriel with a smile, years of unshed tears filling her eyes.

"I always hated that dumbass suit." Gabriel's eyes glowed and he pushed his hand out.

Asmodeus slowly became engulfed in flames and, while screaming in agony, quickly disappeared into a pile of nothing.

The three on the ground looked up to Gabriel and Y/N smiled. She placed her arms under her and started to lift when suddenly, she was lifted of the ground and into the arms on Gabriel. The familiar warmth of his body filling that large void in her heart.

"You're back." She whispered, tears streaming down her face. “You’re back.” She repeated, almost to try and convince herself that it was real.

"I'm back, baby, I'm ok." He whispered, holding her as close as he could.

•••••••••

"Whoa." Gabriel said, waving his hands quickly in front of his face. “Too much information. Okay, slow down. I'm not... processing." He sat on the edge of one of the pillars with Y/N at his feet.

"And there's more." Cas said. "Michael wants to come to this Earth and destroy it, and we may need your help to fight him."

"What?" Gabriel asked.

"Yeah." Sam said. "Welcome to the team."

"Uh... yeah. Not so much." Gabriel moved past Y/N to stand up. "I mean, thank you for the rescue and for the redemption arc. But, uh, I'm not really a team guy, so... I'm gonna bounce, okay? Um, but, you know, it's been, um... What's the opposite of fun? That."

"No, Gabriel, don't-- you-- you can't just walk away." Sam argued. "if Michael comes here, he will end this world."

"And the last time the world was ending, I put my money on you. I think you can pull it off again." Gabriel turned to leave.

"No." Castiel clenched his teeth. "You cannot turn your back on your father's creation."

Gabriel turned around and looked to Cas. "Castiel, my father turned his back on his creation. Guess it just runs in the family."

"Gabe?" Y/N's voice was soft and he looked at her, guilt swelling up at one look of her sad eyes. "Are you seriously leaving me again?"

He huffed and walked towards her. "No, never again. I'm not leaving."

Y/N  smiled.

He placed his hand on her shoulder, the other pushing a large piece of hair from her face. "Not without you."

And, before Sam and Cas could process what was happening, Gabriel took off, taking Y/N  with him.

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Heart to Heart

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Requested - Dean Winchester x reader with the prompts 19 - “The truth is being with you scares me. But not being with you…terrifies me” and 23 - “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.” 

Y/N had been hunting with the Winchester’s for a long time, you’d met them whilst you were hunting a nest of vampires and ended up making quite a team. Once they had found out what the vampires had done to your family they opened their home up to you, you had happily accepted the invitation and since then had grown close to them. Whilst you liked both men you had been drawn to Dean more, you went to him when you were scared, when you couldn’t sleep due to nightmares from your past. You shared the bed with him more times than not when the three, sometimes four depending on if Castiel joined, travelled. You knew you were falling for the taller man but also knew nothing could come from it, this life wasn’t for people who thought they could have a slice of happiness, getting to close to someone got you and them hurt but still you couldn’t help soaking up all the hugs, the touches, the lingering glances between Dean and you.

Even with the apocalypse world situation nothing had changed between you and Dean, you were still friends, the best of friends, and nothing more. You joked and flirted, everyone could tell there was something there but you knew Dean was just joking, no matter how much Sam tried to convince you otherwise.

The bunker was currently fuller than usual, Rowena here helping with opening the gate to the apocalypse world, Gabriel recovering and helping were he could, Castiel, Sam and Dean were getting ready to go to the other side. You, however, sat staring at Dean with an angry glare. He had banned you from going, said it was too dangerous which was true but what wasn’t dangerous in this life? You knew when you joined the boys your life would be dangerous, that every action would have a consequence but you wanted to help! You were going to the apocalypse world with or without Dean’s permission, just let him try and stop you.

“Listen, I’m not apologising for protecting you-“ Dean began but was quickly cut off by you protesting, “I don’t need protection Dean Winchester, I’m a big girl and I’m perfectly capable of protecting myself!” Kneeling in front of you Dean sighed before continuing, “I know you can but you haven’t dealt with a threat this big before, Hell, we don’t even know what we’re walking into. You- I won’t let you go in there. I need you too damn much.” You looked at him for a long moment. As much as you wanted the words to mean something, and in any other situation they would, you couldn’t listen to them at the moment. You needed to go with them, help them!

“I’m going with you whether you like it or not.” Your voice was firm as you stood from your chair, pushing past him. He barely stayed balanced in his squatting position before he stood up and went to follow you, only to be stopped by Sam who put his hand on Dean's shoulder and shook his head slightly.

“She’s right, the clock may run out on us.” You heard as you tuned back into the conversation. You knew Castiel and Rowena were right, you hadn’t been to the other world but from what you’d been told it was big and the chance of finding Mary and Jack was, well it was slim.

Looking up you saw Gabriel enter the room, holding a vial of his grace. As Rowena held it up you frowned a confused expression making its way onto yours, and everyone else’s face. With an uneasy look towards Castiel, Rowena used the small amount of grace to finish the spell. As the angels grabbed their blades and Sam and Dean grabbed their bags, you leant against the door frame, your own bag hidden in your room a few doors down.

“I need you to trust me.” Dean said as he came over to you, a hand reaching up to cup your cheek, it took all your strength not to lean into his touch. “I’m not benching you to be an ass, I’m trying to protect you. Hell, I don’t even want Sammy in there. I can’t have both of you in there, I’m sorry Y/N. I really am.”

“You don’t need to be worried about protecting me in there Dean! Sure I haven’t fought archangels like you have but I’ve fought enough creatures to the point where you should know I can handle my own shit. Stop looking at me like a child who told you they want to be an astronaut, I can actually do this.” You were angry, you had been with the Winchester’s for a few years now. Had been through thick and thin with them and still when the biggest fight was here Dean didn’t trust you. You turned and walked out of the room, the older Winchester following you right out.

“I trust you, Y/N, you know I do!” Dean said causing you to scoff, he paused to glare at you before continuing. “Is it that hard to believe I care about you too much?”

“Whatever. Just go, I don’t even care. I’ll just follow your orders and stay here!” He went to respond, looking just as frustrated as you felt, but was cut off by Sam shouting him into the room.

“Y/N, before I go, in case something happens you have to know,” here he paused for a few long moments, “I - I do trust you.” It could have been the many emotions you were feeling but you swore you saw regret in his eyes, like he was telling the truth but not the whole truth. You shrugged it off, rolling your eyes at his retreating figure before following him into the room again.

You all watched as Rowena completed the spell, the portal appeared before collapsing, all you heads titling with it. The group in front of you began arguing about Gabriel’s grace before Castiel started explaining how they needed archangel grace.

“We need Lucifer.” His voice was firm, there was no arguing with the statement, though that didn’t stop them. Your eyes darted towards Sam and then Rowena, feeling sympathy for them both but knowing Castiel was right. Gabriel wasn’t healed and the gate needed to be opened as soon as possible.

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Sam, Dean and Castiel excused themselves to go and discuss things in the kitchen. You left for your bedroom not completely understanding what needed discussing, as much as Sam had reason to despise Lucifer he was the only way that the door to the apocalypse world could be opened.

For the amount of time you had spent with Sam and Dean, you hadn’t had the chance to meet Lucifer. They kept you as far away from him as humanly possible. They had told you what he had done to Cas, to Sam but you weren’t scared of him, well not as much as you probably should’ve been. It sort of made sense, Lucifer wanting to destroy the world his Father made after being put in the cage. That didn’t mean you agreed with what Lucifer had done, just that you could sort of see his side.

The apocalypse world was going to be dangerous, you knew that much. Dean was worried about going in there and that should have been enough to scare you but you couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. You’d lost one family and you refused to sit around and do nothing while this family was in danger.

There was a knock on your door and you looked up to see Castiel leaning against the frame. “Dean wanted to come but I didn’t think you’d want to see him right now.” He said causing you to smile. “Rowena and Gabriel have gone to collect Lucifer. I’d expect them back shortly.”

You nodded at Castiel and told him you’d be out soon before closing the door and double checking your bag. You had guns, extra bullets, a knife, flashlights and your angel blade which you stole from Dean a year or so ago. You planned to go through to the apocalypse world after Sam, Dean, Gabriel and Cas had had time to move. Rowena wouldn’t let you go without a fight but if Lucifer was there then maybe she wouldn’t be as focused on you.

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By the time you walked back into the library, Rowena was grinding the ingredients for the spell again and a man you’d never met before was knelt on the ground. Lucifer, that was Lucifer. He had just started the regain consciousness when you quietly walked in.

“Oh hey Sam,” he smirked before taking in the rest of the room, “oh look at that, all the people I love to torture in the same room.” Then his eyes locked with yours and you raised an eyebrow. “Expect you, whose she? New pet?” He was cut off as Rowena placed the bowl of ingredients under him and he put the pieces together. Your eyes widened as Castiel stepped forward and slit the archangels throat, grace pooling from the wound.

Sam told Lucifer of his plan before Rowena performed the spell again, this time the door was bright and wide and Sam’s plan of draining Lucifer seemed like it would actually work, seemed like something would finally go right for them.

“...Then, when we get back, then we’ll kill you.” Sam said, pointing his figure at the archangel. The unbothered, almost bored, “cool” Lucifer let out made you snort quietly; never piss off a Winchester.

Whilst Sam checked in with Rowena, Dean made his way over to you. “Listen I know you’re still made at me but I need you to know this before I go,” He took a deep breath, moments passed before he looked at you again, ““Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you. If I don’t make it back, I just- I need you to know that, ok?”

Before you could reply Gabriel was asking the group if they were ready and before you knew it each of them passed through the doorway, Dean throwing you one last look over his shoulder. Well now you absolutely needed to go to the apocalypse world, not only to help Jack and Mary but if something happened to Dean, not that you didn’t doubt he’d find a way back from the dead, he wouldn’t know you felt the same about him.

Sometimes you really hated the hunter’s life.

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You sat watching Lucifer stare down at the bowl filled with his grace. He looked slightly defeated before turning his attention to Rowena, beginning to pick at her. You raised your eyebrow as you listened to him, “sort of old-fashioned rightness to it, if you think about it. The men going off to face the trials and glories of war. Woman staying home in the kitchen, where she belongs.” You felt your own fists clench and you had to close your eyes to resist the urge to get up and punch the archangel. As you watched him smile innocently at Rowena you had to give credit to her, she knew how to handle the Devil.

Once he saw he wasn’t getting a reaction out of Rowena he turned to you, smirking when he saw he was already getting a reaction out of you. Rowena placed a hand on your knee, just out of sight of Lucifer, and you took a deep breath knowing you couldn’t let him get to you.

“What about you then? Never tortured you before. Dean Winchester seems fond of you, is that how your relationship works? Dean goes off doing the real work, the man's work and you, what, you stay here like a good little girlfriend? Ready to stitch up his wounds and fetch him drinks all day? Is that it?” You felt Rowena’s grip on you tighten as your jaw clenched painfully. “Oh no that’s not it. You wanted to go, didn’t you? But Dean doesn’t think you’re strong enough, does he?” You focused your attention back on the book in front of you, trying your best not to show Lucifer he was getting to you. He kept prodding but you wouldn’t budge, Rowena’s grip on you helping hold you down.

Again, the lack of reaction caused Lucifer to pause before he started singing obnoxiously. You and Rowena shared a look of exasperation, both ready to be done with the archangel and if you didn’t need him he’d be dead already. You watched Rowena place her hand on her head and hoped the group in the apocalypse world would be quick for her sake, you couldn’t wait until you went across.

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“I told her I loved her, man. I finally confessed and we get dragged into this world before she could say anything, Hell even a rejection would be better than nothing.” Dean sighed, Sam looked at him in sympathy knowing just how long his older brother had been trying to work up the courage to tell Y/N how he felt. It was moments like this were he wished Dean and him could just live a normal life, let Dean be happy for once.

“Let’s just make it through this and then you’ll see her. Trust me, she’s just as crazy about you as you are about her.” Dean didn’t look convinced but shrugged his shoulders; trying to focus on this world and not on his world.

The subject changed onto Dean’s worry about Sam, how he seemed different in this world but that quickly got interrupted by a woman’s scream. Gabriel tried to dissuade them from intervening but saving people was their job.

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Lucifer’s singing carried on before he changed the topic on his last encounter with Rowena. You could see he was getting to her and took this as your chance. Quietly you slipped out of the room, a strong sense of guilt and sympathy for the witch but you knew you had to leave. You grabbed your bag and headed back to the doorway to the apocalypses, pausing before entering the room as you heard Rowena snap. You heard her tell Lucifer that Jack was on the other side, a bad feeling settling in your stomach as you snuck passed and into the doorway.

“Ow!” You cried as you fell face first through the crack. You looked around and felt a chill run up your back, this world was worse than what Sam and Dean had said. You pulled the angel blade from your bag, stuffing it tightly in your boot before pulling the gun out. You looked around, trying to figure out which way to go before you shot around, gun pointed up as you heard something behind you.

“What are you doing here?” You raised an eyebrow as Lucifer questioned you.

“I could ask you the same thing!” You bit back, lowering your gun and pulling the blade from your boot, “you’re meant to be keeping that open!” You yell, pointing to the door.

“Yes, well, change of plans. Apparently my son is in this world and I want him back,” he said before pausing, looking you up and down before smirking, “and you’re going to help me.”

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It was official, you hated Lucifer.

He’d managed to track down which way the Winchester’s and Angels had gone before grabbing your arm and pulling you along. Though he had forced you to take a detour in which he found some of Michael’s angels and drained them off their grace. To think Dean was worried about you coming to this world because of the creatures in it, no, know you had your own personal guard; the bloody Devil himself. The sooner you found him, the better. Not only did you want to be as far away from Lucifer as possible, you also needed to warn them that the gate would close sooner than anticipated thanks to the Devil.

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Lucifer ended up pushing you through a door and into a dark tunnel, thankfully you’d brought your flashlight, using it to try and see where you were. Lucifer and you walked down the cave, cobwebs littering the place as you looked around.

“Keep going.” Lucifer growled like you could possibly go anywhere but forward. On the way you passed multiple beheaded vampires and reached for your regular blade, shoving the gun in your jeans.

“Scared?” Lucifer asked with a smirk. “Not even a little, come on.” You replied with an eye roll, turning the corner. You came onto a space with a few different passages, turning to look at Lucifer. As much as you hated the archangel, he was proving useful in knowing where to go.

“This way.” He said before leading you up one of the dark passages. You gripped your blade tighter, feeling uneasy as you looked around. You could definitely hear growling and from the sounds of it you were getting closer.

Lucifer reached out and grabbed your arm causing you to try and pull away, try being the key word considering his grasp was too strong to break. “Keep quiet.” He said before you ended up in another room, a hand shooting to your head. God you hated when angels did that. Opening your eyes you let out a gasp as you saw Sam laying dead on the floor. You looked to Lucifer who paid you no attention before your focus was back on Sam, who sat up and inhaled deeply.

“Hey Sammy.” You watched as Lucifer took joy in bringing Sam back, knowing he had an advantage over him. Lucifer launched into another of his annoying speeches as Sam tried to comprehend the situation as you stood in the shadows, trying to get over the fact that Sam had died, again.

“The rift. Rowena. Y/N.” You watched as Sam realised the implications of Lucifer being here and not back at the bunker.

Lucifer walked over to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Relax, this one’s safe. I’ve been guarding her the whole time.” He told Sam with an innocent grin. “Rowena’s ok. I was going to kill her but instead she blasted me here but that’s okay because apparently, apparently, my son is here!”

Sam’s eyes flashed to you as Lucifer continued talking. He picked up his bag, ready to leave before Lucifer showed him the vampires he was keeping at bay. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Lucifer was going to Jack and hopefully by this point Jack would be with Dean, Cas and Gabriel. You just hoped Sam came with you, it really was the only way out of here. You watched as Lucifer went to snap his fingers, ready to let the hoard of vampires in.

“What do you want!?” Sam shouted angrily, face showing his emotions clearly. A relationship with his son, that’s what Lucifer claimed to want. Castiel had informed you all of the power this nephilim would hold and how with that power, Lucifer really was unstoppable.

“You’re going to help me. I don’t think he’ll give me a chance unless I come bearing gifts. That’s where you come in, her too but she’s not as important. Hell I could kill you now and it wouldn’t affect my plans.” He said to you, his grip on you tightening. Your eyes darted to Sam’s, betraying the panic you were feeling.

He turned his attention back to Sam, his grip on you not easing. “Apocalypse world, Michaels armies, you really think you and your family can handle that stuff alone. You need me.” Lucifer told him and as much as you hated to admit it, the more archangels you had on your side the better.

“And what if I say no?” Your whole body went cold as Sam said that. You understood him not wanting to work with Lucifer but right now there wasn’t a choice. He’d never get away from the vampires without the help of the archangel. Sam just had to play along long enough to get back to the group.

“All right, let me just make this really really easy, easy enough for even you to understand Sammy. I’m getting to Jack, one way or another. The only question is, you coming?”

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Lucifer kept an arm on you as he pushed Sam forward, letting the group see him first before his dramatic appearance. You hadn’t known the man very long, a day at most, but you hated him. You saw the confusion on Castiel’s face, the smile that spread across Jack’s face and squeezed your eyes shut. Nothing could go right for them, could it?

Once Lucifer could see Sam held everyone’s attention, he pulled you around with him causing the general gaze to shift from Sam to you two. You could see Dean’s face clearly and regretted ever stepping through that doorway.

“Hello, son.” Lucifer smirked. You turned to glare up at Lucifer as he dragged you over to stand near Cas, Gabriel and Jack. You could see the innocent act coming out again as Jack looked at his father.

“How did you get in here?” Castiel asked, his eyes flickering to you in question. You shook your head.

“Oh, she didn’t let me go, no, no, I managed that all on my own. In fact, she came in before me.” You closed your eyes again, looking down at the floor as Lucifer spoke.

Dean stepped forward once Lucifer began to talk to Jack, not allowing the archangel anywhere near him. Lucifer began talking, something he was good at, getting into people’s minds. You could see Jack's face, angry but curious. Once Jack flashed out, Dean began to shout at Lucifer.

After Lucifer had been restrained with handcuffs, Dean’s pulled you away from him and the group.

“What the hell, Y/N!? What were you thinking? First I tell you don’t come in here and then you what? You team up with Lucifer? God, he could have killed you!” Dean shouted angrily, fingers running through short hair.

“I- I know, ok, I know he could have killed me,” your hand went up to your neck where he held you, “I know. I came in here and he was still restrained. I was here for less than two minutes when he came in! I don’t know what happened. I’m not working with Lucifer, Dean I had to, I couldn’t let you come here. If something happened, God Sam died! I saw him dead, that could have been you too! And you wouldn’t have known that I, that I,” You let out a sob as tears fell down your face, it wasn’t often you cried but after everything that had happened you couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your face.

“Ok, Ok, c’mere,” Dean said as he pulled you in for a hug. “I’m not mad, it’s just I cannot lose you, Y/N/N. God, it bad enough Sam died in here, if I’d lost both of you I couldn’t, I don’t know what I’d do. I didn’t think these would be the circumstances when I confessed but the truth is,” he began, pulling away to wipe at your eyes, making sure you were looking at him before he continued, “being with you scares me. But not being with you…terrifies me.”

“I love you too. I have for so long but in our life, it’s hard to care about someone this much, yet alone love them. But I want that, with you Dean. I really do.” Your tears had started to slow as Dean wiped them before leaning in and kissing you softly. It was sweeter than what you imagined but considering the circumstances, it was exactly what you both needed. It didn’t last long, Dean pulled away and rested his head on your forehead. “I swear when we get back to our world, I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna treat you right.” He wrapped his arm around you before placing a kiss on your head.

There was still a lot to figure about, both with your relationship and the current situation. 31 hours wasn’t a lot of time but if anyone could figure out a way, it was the Winchesters.

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You sat in the bunker, glass in hand as you took in the sight. The bunker was flooded with people from the apocalypse world, Rowena had managed to get everyone back safely, everyone but Gabriel and Lucifer. Your heart ached for Gabriel, all that time on the run, the time spent being tortured by Asmodeus, it would have been nice for him to stay, live his life instead of running. You watched with a fond smile as Sam spoke to Rowena, hopefully the youngest Winchester would let himself have a slice of happiness. Sam moved to stand by Dean and Cas talking quietly before Dean’s gaze moved to you, before he could move to you apocalypse world Bobby took a minute to toast Sam and Dean.

“Hey. There’s a diner not too far away. How’d you guys feel about burgers?” Mary asked the group, Jack, Sam, Cas, Dean and you. After everyone approved you all headed to the garage. It was a tight squeeze in the back but you and Dean rode up front, hands intertwined tightly together. Looking behind you,  you saw Sam looking between you with a grin on his face. Sometimes, in moments like this, you could pretend things were normal, like you hadn’t just been in an entirely different universe. Like you were allowed to be happy. You rested your head on Dean’s shoulder and he placed a kiss upon your head before turning his attention back to the road.

Maybe you couldn’t have that white picket fence, apple pie life but looking around the Impala you realised, maybe you don’t need that to be happy and have a family. As long as you were together, you were happy even fighting side by side chopping off vampires heads and killing other worldly angels. Being with Dean, being happy with Dean, scared you. But not being with him...terrifies you.

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The Other Side of Reality Part 12

Dean Winchester x Reader

Story Summary: Y/N is a patient in an Asylum. Each and every day she noticed a handsome man sitting in the same place. Holding the same tattered book. Mumbling about ghosts, ghouls, and vampires. Almost two months later, she finally gathers up the courage to go up to him. To listen to his stories. Little did she know her life would change forever as she began to wonder if there was a hint of truth to his stories.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

You had resolved yourself to this decision, but you could see that both Sam and Cas hadn’t. They kept glancing from you to Dean, and back again, wondering if it was worth the risk. If they could really trust this new Adonai person. 

You decided to take their indecision away from them. Turning to Adonai, you rolled up your sleeves. “Okay, how do I get started?”

“You will need our help,” she started. “We will help release your grace before it will be given to Dean. It should take effect within a minute or two.”

It sounded so simple when she said it that way. But it wasn’t simple. It was saving the man you loved by giving up the very thing that made you who you were. Grace was sacred, as unique to each Angel as was a human’s DNA. Without it, you would always be incomplete. But you would be even more incomplete without Dean. 

“Let’s get this started,” you exclaimed, taking your pocket knife from your pocket. “Like this?”

She nodded, pulling a vial from her pocket. Before Sam and Cas could even move, you slid the blade along your throat. It stung, but nothing like it would have without your grace. Blue light emitted from the cut, swirling and threatening to escape. Adonai held the vial to your throat, the light flowed down, swirling inside the glass. 

You could immediately feel the effects. aS your graced escaped through the cut, your body grew weaker. Heaver. You could feel every muscle, working hard to compensate for the lack of power. Your lungs hurt, reminding you that you had forgotten to breathe. 

“There, that’s all of it,” Adonai announced, placing the cork top on before healing you. “Y/N, you have to be the one to give it to him. And say these words. g oi grace ge heal g.”

“What’s that mean?” Sam spoke up. While you had been distracted, Sam had moved to your side. Struggling to stay standing you tried to answer him, just as Cas and Adonai did as well. “With this grace, we heal you.” 

You could feel yourself start to crumple to the ground, but Sam reached out, catching you before you fell. “Help me over to Dean,” you ordered. Sam frowned but helped you until you were laying beside Dean. Taking the vial from Adonai, you pressed it against Dean’s lips. “We’re almost done, Dean. Then you’ll be back with us.” 

Taking a deep breath, you whispered the words, your whispy blue grace slipping past Dean’s lips. It only took seconds for him to inhale all the grace. Laying back weakly, you waited for him to get better. Adonai held her hand over Dean, searching, checking him to make sure it was working. You could see both Sam and Cas watching carefully, waiting for any sign that your sacrifice hadn’t been in vain. 

Slowly Dean’s lips turned back to their rosy pink. His cheeks turned from ash to the light golden skin full of freckles. He took a big, deep breath, his eyes opening, unfocused and dazed. Relieved that it had worked, you leaned your head back, closing your eyes. All you wanted to do was sleep now that Dean was saved. 

“What happened?” You heard Dean say and you forced yourself to focus. “And who the hell is that?” 

Adonai had been standing over Dean still, her hand hovering over Dean’s chest. “Dean, calm down,” Sam started to say. “You’ve been very sick, and…,”

Dean pushed Adonai’s hand away, lifting his shirt up. You watched as his shirt was removed to reveal unscarred, beautiful skin. It was then Dean turned to face you, his eyes widening when he saw how pale and exhausted you were. "Y/N, what did you do? He asked frantically. "What did you do to save me?"

Weakly, you reached over, brushing your hand against Dean's cheek. "What had to be done. Dean, I needed you to be well to help find our daughter. That's what mattered."

You took a moment to appreciate the man in front of you. He was so handsome, even with his mouth drawn tight in a frown. Your grace had done its job, not only healing him from the Angelic poison, but it had also taken the burn marks from his arms. 

"Dean, were those burn marks on your arms just a figment of our imagination?" You asked, the memories still foggy.

Sam spoke up, shaking his head. "Those burn Mark's are from when the two of you were taken. The Angels had set a fire, and Dean raced in to save your daughter. He came back out, his arms burnt, but when he found out you were still in there, he rushed back inside, and Cas and I couldn't find you. We thought you were dead for a while."

"But they're gone now. How?" Dean asked, turning to Adonai with suspicion. "What did you do?

"Hello, Dean, it’s finally nice to meet the man who swept Y/N away from her true life," Adonai spoke calmly, not phased by the ferocious hunter in front of her. "And I just reminded Y/N that she had the power to heal you."

He frowned, still not happy with the way things were turning out. His eyes pleaded with you to tell him the truth. Sighing, you reached out, holding his hand tight in yours. "You were under a powerful Angelic spell. Without my grace, you would have been dead by now."

Dean stared at you, his jaw ticking as he took km the news. "You're grace? Some of it or…,"

"I had to give all," you whispered, knowing he was going to be upset. "It would only work if I gave it all up."

"Damn it Y/N," he grumbled. "But that was a part of you. Without it, you're… you're…,"

"Human," you finished. "Yeah, but now we are both here and alive to go find our daughter. And that's what matters now."

He didn't argue, but you could tell he was still unhappy that you had sacrificed so much for him.

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[team-free-winchester]

His Savior

Summary: Y/n saves Gabriel causing him to take a liking to her.

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Warnings The door opens to Asmodeus’ throne room and Ketch walks in with you sneaking behind him. Asmodeus is seated on his throne and Gabriel is in a nearby cage that you have yet to notice, your eyes glued on the man who sarcastically says, “Mr. Ketch. Sorry to keep you waitin’.” Ketch looks over at Gabriel who is huddled in his cage, which draws your attention to it as well, before addressing Asmodeus in an angry tone, “Why am I here?” “The Winchesters are gathering up pieces to a spell. A real big magic sort of affair.” “I’ve heard. Their pet angel was just in the Holy Land,” Ketch says causing Asmodeus to lean forward in his throne. “You knew and didn’t tell me?” “You didn’t ask.”

Eventually you stopped listening to the two men and focused on the archangel in the cage and the way your heart clenches seeing him that way, until you hear a part of their conversation that sparks your interest. “Well, if they got the spell from the Demon Tablet, which they did -- some blood, few other things, and whole mess of archangel grace.”

“Ah, and here you are pumping it into your veins,” Ketch says cockily. “Everyone needs a little pick me up from time to time. But enough about my juice box. It’s time we talk about us. You see...I don’t believe you understand the nature of this relationship.”

“You pay me. I do what needs to be done. End of transaction.”

“Yeah. See. No. It’s more like, I own you,” Asmodeus says stroking his beard. “You don’t ow--” “I do! And it’s time you get in line, boy.” “If that’s how you feel. I believe I’m done here. Good day,” Ketch says turning to leave, but Asmodeus has teleported behind him and is blocking the path to the door. “You’re done when I say you’re done.” Gabriel watches in horror as Asmodeus beats Ketch. First he hits Ketch in the stomach, then the face, laughing as he does so. Ketch tries to fight back but is no match for the demon Prince. Using his power, Asmodeus holds Ketch immobile on his knees. Seeing this you go farther into the shadows to hide as you devise a plan to save Gabriel. “You’re gonna learn, son. You do what I say…” Asmodeus says as he brutally punches Ketch in the face, knocking him to his stomach on the floor, “When I say!” Asmodeus kicks Ketch in the face. Then he picks Ketch up by the back of his jacket and slams his face into a pillar, “And if you ever even think of sassing me again…” Asmodeus picks Ketch up as if he weighs nothing, and throws him onto a wooden table. The table splinters and collapses. Ketch is bleeding heavily and barely conscious. Asmodeus stops and notices Ketch’s blood that has splattered on his white suit. Annoyed he says, “Ah. Look what you did to my suit,” before he leaves.

You watch him leave still in shock at the brutality of what he just did. Ketch is leaning against the pillar, pulling a broken tooth out of his mouth and spitting blood. Gabriel peers at him through the bars of his cage, drawing Ketch’s attention, “What are you looking at? If I had half your power, I’d…,” he begins angrily before he gets an idea and looks around to confirm that Asmodeus is gone, “In fact…” Ketch hurries over to Gabriel’s cage. Gabriel moans and cringes back in fear.

The sound snaps you out of your trance just as you hear Ketch say, “I believe it’s time to go,” before he lifts the door to the cage and speaks again, “Consider this a rescue.” Gabriel huddles in the far corner, afraid of Ketch who goes to the cabinet and gets the archangel blade from its case before he returns to Gabriel, “Come on, you. Come on!” Gabriel is frightened, especially with seeing the archangel blade in Ketch’s hand so he doesn't move. Ketch reaches in and grabs Gabriel’s leg and pulls him out of his cage causing Gabriel to struggle in panic. “Come on,” Ketch demand before you jump out from your hiding place with a gun drawn and pointing directly at Ketch.

“Let him go,” you demand as you cock the gun.

“I'm trying to help him,” Ketch says as he tries to drag a struggling Gabriel down a corridor in Asmodeus’ lair, “And this would all go so much faster if he just flapped his bloody wings.”

“He's scared you ashat, let his leg go and give me the blade. If you want to help just lead us out of here,” you say as you walk closer and grab the archangel blade from him after you tuck your gun away. Once he is disarmed you slowly make your way towards Gabriel and offer him a hand which he hesitantly takes, “You're okay, I'm here to help you.” Once you're helping support Gabriel enough to make your way through Asmodeus’ leir Ketch comes upon Wallace who exclaims, “What the hell?” I toss Ketch my demon blade and he stabs the demon before he tosses the dead demon aside and turns back to us, “Where were we?” He asks leading us the rest of the way out.

//

Ketch emerges from the Library and when the boys see him they immediately pull their guns on him causing Ketch have his hands up instantly, “Wait.” “Son of a bitch,” Dean says “I come in peace,” Ketch pleads before Sam scoffs. “Yeah, right.” “And I brought you a gift,” Ketch adds pointing towards you and Gabriel. “Wait a second. Is that….” Sam says shocked. “That Gabriel?” Dean asks looking at you and Gabriel from where we sit in a chair at the other end of the map table. “No, no that’s impossible. He…he’s dead. We -- we saw him die,” Sam says “Or did you?” “What’d you do to him?” Dean questions Ketch. “Not me. Asmodeus. The Prince was holding him prisoner until I liberated the poor man. And I understand you may need an archangel for a spell, perhaps. Well, what luck.” “We need his grace,”  Sam says and Gabriel begins to screech and moan in fear only for you to grab him and try to calm him. “No, no, no, no, no. Calm down. Calm down,” you say before Ketch he reaches into his jacket and pulls out one of the vials of grace that Asmodeus had been injecting into himself. He puts it carefully on the table, “Here. Take that. And, uh…” Ketch pulls out the archangel blade and also puts that on the table, “The archangel blade.” “Why would you… What’s the catch? What do you want?” “Protection. From Asmodeus.” “The one you’re working for?” Dean suspiciously asks. “Was working for. But when he finds out that I stole his prize milk cow, well, I imagine he will hunt me to the ends of the earth. So...this is the only safe place I know.” Sam scoffs “What? Do you think you’re gonna just move in?” Ketch hopefully says, “Dibs on the top bunk?” When you hear Ketch ask this you roll your eyes and grab Gabriel's hand slowly leading him to your room.

//

After some convincing you and Gabriel sit on your bed with everything in front of you. You are using a scalpel and tweezers to remove the stitches from Gabriel’s mouth, your heart silently clenching with each a stitch removed. You didn't know what to expect when you got the last a stitch, but you made sure to have a glass of water beside your bed ready for him if he needed it.

Gabriel downed the whole glass of water and you both sat in silence for a while longer before the boys popped in to say they were leaving. Once she heard the bunker door she knew she had to do something to help Gabe get cleaned up so she slipped out of her room before grabbing some of dean's clothes and going back to him.

“Do you think you can take a shower?” you asked softly placing one of your hands over his gently and he doesn't say anything until you add in, “ill sit right outside if you want.”

He nods softly and you lead him to the bathroom, starting the shower for him you slip to the floor across from the stall and wait. Eventually he gets in, leaving the curtain open to see you, and does everything he needs to before slipping on the new clothes you gave him. Once dressed he gazes at you expectantly and you reach your hand out for him to grab, he takes it willingly following you to the kitchen where you prepare something sweet for him to eat as well as a sandwich before you take him back to your room.

After watching him eat every crumb you lay back on half of your bed leaving the lamp on for him on his side. He unexpectedly lays beside you and curls into your side, after a minute your brain catches up with what's happening and you wrap your body around his cradling him as he lets out a hoarse, whispered ‘thank you’ causing your heart to swell a little. Kissing his forehead on that note you softly say, “I will always try to save you,” before laying there and trying to go to sleep while you hold him.

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Trust Me

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader 

Word Count: 2998

Summary: The boys come back from a hunt to find the bunker empty and a suspicious woman claiming to help them find a weapon to use against Michael. But there is something about her that draws Sam to her. And he really couldn’t put his finger on what it was. Who is this mysterious woman and why does she know so much about the boys?

A/N: It sucks because of school and exams I missed an episode of Supernatural but thinking about this piece has gotten me through the stress. I know the show has moved on ahead so take this as something that happens when the boys find out Jack is sick. I have been dying to finally put the image in my head on paper, so I hope you guys enjoy this piece and yeah won’t mind some feedback if you can.

MASTERLIST

 “Seriously Sam, we needed this win. With the useless Michael hunting and having everyone going out to deal with those things he made, a quick normal werewolf hunt was something we needed.”

“Yeah, Dean you were right. Let’s just call Cass to find out how Jack is doing. We need to find out fast how to save Jack.”

“I know how you can save him.”

              Sam and Dean raised their guns towards the voice that came out of the dark library. They moved closer and Dean turned on the lights. Both boys got a glimpse of the intruder. There, at one of the tables, sat a young woman with (H/C) hair pulled back in a ponytail, her leather-clad arms from the black jacket she wore laid out right in front of her on the table. She was looking straight forward without making a move.

“Who the hell are you and how did you get in here?” yelled out Dean, guns still pointed at her.

“My weapons are all on the next table. Got nothing else on me but if you want to do a body search, be my guest.”

              The woman slowly raised her arms and turned her body in the chair to face them. As she got up, she slowly moved to stand in front of Dean, separating her legs and keeping her arms up in the air. Dean looked at Sam who nodded, which gave the go for Dean to pat her down. Once he was sure she was clean, he grabbed her by the wrists and twirled her, so her arms were behind her back.

“So, tell me, how many of you are in here, darling?”

“I am alone Dean, but if you want to go and have a look through the bunker. And you can leave me here tied up. Trust me, I am only here to help.”

              Dean looked over at Sam, shrugging his shoulders as Sam made his way to the forgotten bags on the floor. Pulling out some rope he kept for any emergency situations. He made his way to Dean and the stranger as she sat down and positioned herself ready to get tied up.

“Looks like this isn’t your first rodeo honey,” Dean said as he watched Sam tie her up, noticing how calm she was.

“And it won’t be my last cowboy.” As she said those words, his eyes landed right on Sam as he moved in front of her to tie her arms to the chair. Sam looked into her (E/C) eyes and for some odd reason, he immediately felt something almost familiar about her. He shook his head and continued to finish his knotting.

Once he was done, both boys went all around the bunker, searching each room to make sure no one else was inside. Once they got back to the library, they were shocked to see the girl they left tied up was still in her chair, as if patiently waiting for them. When their footsteps came to a complete stop, she turned her head a bit to face them, giving them a wide smile.

“So, now that you know I am telling you the truth, why not let me go and we can talk about the reasons why I am here. How I can help you not only save Jack but also kill Michael?”

              After letting her go and getting settled in the library, Dean sat across for the woman, his eyes never leaving her. Sam was in the kitchen getting them drinks. Dean stared the woman down in silence, her eyes never leaving his. Suddenly, she smiled slightly and shook her head.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing just you remind me of someone I know. He would give me the same weary look when we first met, very protective of his family.”

“Did you give him a reason for the mistrust?”

“Yeah, popped into his life without warning. Thought I wasn’t good enough for his brother. But, he changed his mind after a few hunts together and saving their lives a few times. Proved my worth to him, especially how much I loved his brother. Now he is my best friend.”

“Well, let’s see if you can do the same with us. I mean, show us we don’t have to mistrust you.”

              She looked at Dean with a cocky smile and gave him a thumb up before Sam made his way into the room.

“Ok two beers and a cup of hot tea for you, who by the way, we don’t know your name.”

“Yeah, so time to tell us your name, who you work for, how the hell you got in here and why you are wanting to help us,” directed Dean with a narrow look in his eye, gun on the table.

The woman straightens herself up in her chair as Sam sat next to Dean. She looked at the boys with a serious face and cleared her throat.

“My name is (Y/N) Winston. I was able to get in because I have a key to the bunker. Left it with the rest of my items over on the other table. As to why I want to help you two, well let’s just say I know a thing or two about the situation and can help.”

              The boys looked at her stash on the table and then back at her.

“Dark Kaia won’t give up her weapon easily, it will be a struggle to get her to even agree to use it against Michael with you involved since she wants the glory of the kill. But I can guide you to the location of another weapon that can get the job done.”

“Guide? Oh no, darling, you will go with us to this…” Dean exclaimed before being interrupted.

“I cannot leave this bunker if I do it will cause more trouble than what I am already causing. Don’t ask I have my reasons and they are very valid. Plus, this weapon is in the hands of a very powerful witch. No not as powerful as Rowena but the bitch isn’t someone you want to confront without magic behind you. So, I suggest calling Rowena, she can probably get it without needing a fight.”

“What about Jack? You said you had a way to cure him,” Sam implored.

“For that, I will need Jack here. Like I said can’t leave the bunker.”

“Why can’t you leave the bunker?” asked Dean.

“I have my reasons ok.”

“Bullshit. You tell us right now why because if we are going to trust you we deserve the truth.”

“Dean, I can’t tell you,” she said softly, but the anger could be heard in her tone of voice.

“No, you tell us now or we aren’t going on these trips you are asking for.”

“Fuck you, Dean Winchester!” (Y/N) got up from her chair and pounded her fists into the table, staring straight at Dean as the anger in her rose. “Someone is here trying to help you two not only save someone you love but also giving you the key to destroying Michael. Yet here you are demanding things that you will never understand! I have my damn reasons as to why I must stay here, and you need to fucking trust me! Now go get Jack before you lose him because I am not going through this again!”

              Sam’s eyes were still on her fists which were bleeding when her last words made him look up.

“What do you mean ‘this again’? Sam asked, getting up from his seat carefully.

“I meant it as in losing someone.”

“No, you don’t even know Jack, yet you are bleeding, angry and at the brink of tears.”

              (Y/N) looked at Sam, revealing her red nose and tear-stricken eyes. She then turned away from Sam’s gaze and walked over to her bag, pulling out a shirt. She ripped it in half to wrap her hands.

“If I tell you two, it will ruin everything. The path you must take, the things you must do, I can’t interfere. You just must trust me and understand I am doing this for the right reasons.”

              Dean and Sam watched her carefully as she finished wrapping her hands, a small tear running down her cheek. They could see the sincerity on her face, hear it in her voice.

“Ok,” Sam said softly. Dean looked over at him like he was crazy.

“Dean, if she can at least save Jack, that is more than enough to trust her.”

“Dude what if she does something to make his condition worse?” asked Dean impatiently.

“If I harm Jack, you can kill me right where I stand.”

              Sam and Dean turned to look at (Y/N), seeing how serious she was in her eyes.

“I want Jack to live just as much as you do. He is an important part of defeating Michael.”

“How will you save him? Can we at least know that?” Sam asked, pushing past Dean to move closer to her. She watched Sam carefully for a few seconds before taking in a deep breath to let it go.

“I show you this, you are to not tell anyone else, not even Cass. There will be questions I can’t answer, not until you get the weapon.”

              Sam nodded in agreement. (Y/N) turned to look at Dean, who huffed his breath and nodded. She reached into her bag to pull out a small black box. She then grabbed a key that was hanging from her neck and used it to open the box. Once she unlocked it, she opened it to reveal a small vial with angel grace inside.

“How…?” began Sam.

“Question I can’t answer. Just know this isn’t temporary. This will cure him permanently. Now, call Cass or go get them. But I will stay here waiting.”

“Why can’t we just take that to him and give it?”

“Because I want to make sure it goes to Jack. This is only for Jack and I must be absolutely sure Jack receives it. Plus, knowing you two, the danger is bound to come hunting so I can’t risk the vial. And before you ask Sam, I am not saying how I know about you two.”

              Sam was taken back with how she immediately knew what he wanted to ask. He started moving forward, grabbing his coat as Dean followed him towards the stairwell.

“Just going to leave me here without tying me up?”

              Sam turned back as Dean made his way up towards the exit and smiled at (Y/N).

“If we are going to trust you, then there is no reason for us to tie you, up right?”

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“I still don’t trust her, Sam.”

              Sam and Dean were in the car, driving to the cabin Cass and Jack was at with Mary and Bobby.

“If that vial she has contains grace then maybe it will help Jack.”

“Yeah but remember what happened with Cass when he lost his grace. Grace from another angel was temporary. How can what she has be permanent unless its Jack’s grace which she couldn’t have. That bunch went away with Lucifer.”

“I don’t know but we have to try something. And if this grace at least cures him until he gets his own grace back, then I take this.”

              Dean sighed as he stared ahead on the road.

“She is a bit cocky ain’t she? (Y/N) Winston, why haven’t’ we heard that name before?”

“Her face seems familiar to me, but I just quite place it,” Sam said curiously.

“Well, she is beautiful, gotta give her that. But she doesn’t look that built for a hunter. Maybe a newbie that’s why we have we’ve never heard her name?”

“Or from another country.”

“Nah, she doesn’t give a foreign vibe.”

“And what kind of vibe would that be, Dean?”

              Dean smirked as Sam rolled his eyes. It kept bothering Sam though. There was something about her that just made him feel like he knew her from somewhere. Dean was right about her body not looking like it was built for hunting. Sam couldn’t help it when his eyes roamed her body, noticing some stretch marks when her shirt rode up when she moved around. Something about her behavior made Sam wonder why she was so protective of Jack. He mentally shook his head, thinking that maybe he was taking things out of context. Maybe the whole Michael situation became personal somehow.

              Once the boys reached the cabin, Mary came out of the cabin with Bobby to greet them.

“Hey boys. What brings you up here?” asked Mary.

“Here to get Jack, Mom,” said Dean as he hugged her. “If what we got at the bunker is good, we might be able to save Jack.”

“What you fellas talking about? There isn’t any lore on healing a Nephilim without grace.” Bobby countered.

“Well, it's more of a who. They said they can cure Jack.” Sam insisted.

“And you trust this person?” Mary asked.

“Honestly, she could be lying to us,” Sam said as he looked over at Dean. “But it seems she is being honest and sincere. Best we can do is give it a try.”

“Ok, let me go tell Cass so he can get Jack up.” Mary turned to go inside the cabin, Dean following with a mumble of going to help Cass.

              Sam stood on the front porch with Bobby, lost in thought.

“Penny for your thought Sam?”

“Hmm, eh, just,” Sam sighed as he raked his fingers through his hair. “There is something about this woman that feels somewhat familiar, but I can’t place my finger from where.”

“By familiar you mean…”

“As in I have seen her face somewhere. Her name isn’t familiar with the hunters we’ve gotten to know. I texted a bunch of hunters asking if they recognized the name and no one even heard of her name in the hunting community.”

              Sam shook his head as he leaned on the porch railing as Bobby took a seat in one of the rocking chairs.

“She says she can’t tell us details, only to trust her. She is even giving us the location of a weapon to fight against Michael. There is also that feeling Dean and I get that she really isn’t a hunter. Her figure isn’t as muscular, and I noticed stretch marks along her waist like she…”

“Had kids? She might be a mother that got pulled into this life,” said Bobby.

“Same thing I thought, but she seemed so sure of everything she was telling us. Plus, it was like she knew us. We found her in the bunker, weapons and all her things away from as she sat in a chair. She even told us to tie her up while we searched the bunker in case she wasn’t alone.”

“Looks like she knows more than what she is giving.”

“Yeah. I don’t know Bobby. Dean seems to not trust her at all and I give him reason to. But the way she talked, the way she moved and the look in her eyes. Bobby, she looked like she is being honest and is willing to help us. I just wish she would trust us enough to tell us where she is from and how she knew where to get the weapon and the thing that she says will save Jack.”

“Best I can tell ya kid, go with your gut. Sometimes that feeling deep inside you, it can be right. If you feel like you guys can trust her, do it. Just be careful as you do it.”

              Sam nodded at Bobby, feeling a bit of relief to be able to share how he was feeling. Mary eventually came out with Dean and Cass following as they carried Jack gently to the car. As Dean got Jack into the ca with Cass, he turned to Sam and pulled him to the side.

“Look, I had to tell Cass about the vial we saw, and he agreed with me. That the only way that grace can cure Jack permanently is if it’s his. Cass wants to examine the grace before it goes into Jack.”

“Dean she told us we couldn’t say a word about it!”

“Sam, I’m sorry but I had to let Cass know. I mentioned how hard she was being about telling others what she showed us so he will try his best to sneak around and see if he can sense anything from that grace.”

              Sam groaned and shook his head at Dean.

“Look, I wanna trust this chick. I really do, but she comes out of nowhere, gives us the two things we need the most but won’t at least share who she really is or how she even knows about all this. I just can’t help but be suspicious. I get you wanna trust her Sammy, but c’mon, you gotta understand. This is Jack’s life.”

“And I know that Dean. But can you trust me in trusting her? Just something in her eyes tells me she is being honest.”

              Dean looked at Sam for a minute, seeing how serious he was being about what he was asking.

“Look she does anything to harm Jack, you can shoot her in the head. No questions asked. But give her the chance to show us she really isn’t lying. So far, she has been giving us as much information as we need. So please, let her do her thing. If she saves Jack, we go and get Rowena and hunt down that witch she was talking about. Agreed?”

              Dean looked down at his feet as he thought about what Sam was telling him. He then looked at his little brother and patted his shoulder.

“Ok, we go by what you saw. But any sign of harm to Jack and she is dead on the floor.”

“That works.”

“Alright. Let’s go, Sam. We need to get Jack to her quick then.”

Part 2

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Make Amends

Part Twelve - Old Habits

This series is a sequel to Breaking A Promise.

Characters: Dean x reader, OFC Jenny, Crowley, Sam (mentioned), Cas (mentioned)

Warnings: Language, ANGST, canon-typical violence, more violence, torture, non-con kinda drug use I guess?

Word Count: 2700~

A/N: Don’t post a chapter in ages and then you suddenly get two parts in quick succession. Welcome to my failing as a inconsistent writer. *shrugs* I enjoyed the angst in this far too much FYI.

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“How are you even alive?” You ask, staring up into your friend’s eyes in horror.

“Sweety,” Jenny chuckles, “We’re witches, you know we always have a back-up plan.”

“So where is she then?” you spit, shuffling to your feet and wincing at the pain that coursed through you from your wounds, “Your darling sister?”

Jenny grabs the neck of your shirt and pulls you close to her, you struggle against the shackles on your wrists and grimace as she hovers her face close to yours, her eyes wide and filled with anger.

“You killed my sister,” she growls, “She was so cocky...didn’t think she needed a back-up…” Jenny shoves you away and turns away. You can see her reaching for something inside her coat while her back was turned.

“Well,” you scowl, “She was always rash like that. Not thinking things through… That’s how we ended up here right? She didn’t think I would hold a little grudge and come looking for her someday?” The sarcasm drawls from you while you try to goad a reaction, “I’m surprised you even care, she was the one who tried killing you right?”

Jenny spins back around, a glint of silver in her grasp. She lunges forward to you and holds an angel blade to your throat. “You’re so fucking stupid do you know that?”

You recoil at the blade on your neck but hold your ground, clenching your jaw and staring her directly in the eye. Your heart twists with confliction, staring at your...friend. “What are you doing Jenny?” you croak, “You were the one who got Sam and Dean to bust me out back then…”

She smiles sadistically, pushing the blade so you could feel your pulse throbbing against the cold metal as it threatens to pierce your skin. “You were always so pathetic,” she growls, “Weak. I didn’t know what my sister saw in you...she told me to look after you, care for you, give you a friend so you didn’t completely disintegrate in a bumbling mess.”

You flinch, your fists clenching and tugging at the cuffs on your wrists, “Well,” you hiss, “Thanks for that I guess. Look how well that turned out for her.”

“We knew the hunters were in town, they were on to us,” Jenny shrugs, “So we thought what better way to bait a hunter than with a simple damsel in distress,” she grimaces, “Turns out you’d be bottling up quite some rage, and burying a fucking hero complex. I wasn’t exactly pleased Harper pulled that shit and killed me in front of you, but she knew I’d be fine. Scare tactics, she knew doing that would keep you away but leave you lingering to come back one day, she knew you couldn’t resist a fix forever.”

“A fucking fix…” you scoff, dropping your head with a laugh, “I never needed your sister’s fucking poison to take her out.”

“You still took it though didn’t you?” Jenny jeers, pulling the blade away from your throat and stroking your hair as if in adoration, “Baby girl needed her potion, she needed to feel powerful again. You do love showing off your tricks.”

You recoil in disgust, your face crinkling into a vile grimace as you pursed your lips and spat directly in her face, “You know nothing about me. I wish I’d never gone back with you to your sister’s cesspit of a coven.”

Jenny wipes the saliva from her cheek, scowling before striking you across the cheek with a hard smack that echoed off the walls. “What would you be right now without me huh?” she bellows, watching you drop to the ground with a sadistic grin on your face as you chuckled. You got to her, made her snap and turn irrational. “You’d be nothing! A nobody! Some frail pathetic waste of human working for small change in a run down diner!”

“”Hey the diner was good,” you titter, still grinning as you managed to pull yourself back up and onto your knees, “Them milkshakes? Oh boy, I’m near orgasm just remembering them.”

Jenny’s expression falters, genuinely taken aback, “Fucking hunters,” she spits, rubbing her temple, “That boyfriend of yours has really had an effect on you hasn’t he? I’m surprised you haven't heard him crying out for you… he’s a tough cookie you know.”

“A word of advice,” your eyes narrow, voice turning low and in warning, “Never let me outta these damn cuffs, ‘cause once I’m loose, you’re gonna wish you never even met me.”

“There it is…” Jenny crouches before you again, meeting eye to eye, “See? You love the power. Let’s go show Dean how much you love my sister’s elixir.”

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

C’mon Cas, please. I’m trying so damn hard here, you said you could sense my presence in an entire fucking city, you must be able to track us down. Fuck me, this better be working. C’mon Cas talk to me! Quickly!

The Demons escorting you down the hall hurl you through a door and you crash into the ground, the iron shackles still gripping your wrists tightly and nullifying your magic. You don’t know if your plea on Angel Radio worked. You’d never tried to broadcast before, so you didn’t even know if your attempt at calling Cas back at the bar worked. You heart pangs thinking of Sam, hoping with all your heart that he was alive and Cas was able to at least find him.

You try to pull yourself to your feet, struggling while your arms remain clasped tightly around your back. A hard boot collides with your chest as you tried to move, hurling you over and onto your back and forcing all the air out of your lungs.

“Y/N!” you hear Dean’s voice croak painfully in the room. Your head snaps in his direction.

“Dean,” you wince, your heart breaking at the sight. He was bound to chair and bloodied to all hell, his lip swollen and black and dried blood crusting around his nose and upper lip. One of his eyes had been so brutally beaten he couldn’t even open it.

“A lover’s reunion!” Jenny’s voice cheers, prompting you to locate her strolling around the room like she owned it, “I bet you must be thrilled to see each other huh?” She gestures to one of the nearby Demon’s and then to you, “Move her.”

A hand tugs on the neck of your shirt, dragging you forcefully, the heels of your shoes catching along the ground as you grunted and winced in pain.

“Get your fucking hands off her!” Dean threatens, struggling against his bonds and a visible vein throbbing in his temple.

“Shush the boy,” Jenny waves her hand with a roll of her eyes and one of the Demon’s hovering behind Dean punches him hard in the jaw. Your heart breaks, hearing Dean’s grunt of pain and watching them promptly gag him.

“Stop it…” you whine, hunched on your knees in the spot you were dragged to, “Please, just do whatever you want with me, and leave him out of this.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Darling,” a new familiar voice enters the fray, your eyes darting to the door and watching Crowley enter. Your stomach churns, eyes stinging as you gradually start to feel helpless.

“Crowley, my lovely,” Jenny croons, taking a stance next to the King of Hell and watching over you and Dean, “So you believe the Winchester is the key to our problem?”

“I think the Mark is the key,” Crowley nods in reply. Your jaw clenches as you feel anxiety clutching on your heart. You and Dean share a brief glance, your jaw trembling and his expression full of worry through his injuries.

“What happened at that Inn last year huh?” Crowley strolls, a lighter in his hand which he drops to floor near where you sat, a large plume of flames suddenly coming to life in a perfect circle surrounding you, “Precautions pet,” he sneers, watching your back straighten in alarm at the fire.

“I already told you,” you try to keep your voice steady but there’s a very noticeable shake within it, “Leave Dean out of this, I’ll do whatever you want…” your head drops in defeat, “I didn’t mean for any of this…”

You glance at Dean again apologetically, guilt washing over you at this entire situation. If you never came into his life, this wouldn’t be happening.

“How tones can change,” Jenny sings from the sidelines, waving her hand and an opening briefly appearing in the flames which she stepped through. She knelt at your side, wrapping her arm around your shoulders making you growl and close your eyes, “Anything?”

You can hear Dean’s muffled snarl through his gag, his arms tensing and veins popping as he tugged hard again at the ropes binding him. You gulp down the lump in your throat, nodding with glossy eyes.

Jenny giggles gleefully, clapping her hands like an excitable child as she reached into her pocket, pulling out an all too familiar vial full of red liquid. You freeze on the sight of it, feeling the power emanating from the small bottle, something buried deep down in your guts hungry for it.

“This is my own personal special brew,” Jenny sighs, admiring the bottle and hovering it close to your lips which you kept tightly closed. So tight your lips turned white, but that hunger bubbling deep down threateningly, “Double the grace, double the demon juice, twice the effect,” Jenny grins, popping out the small cork and breathing in the potion’s aroma, “Not had a survivor yet you know, this really speeds up the process.”

“I have an inkling,” Crowley chips in, waltzing over to Dean with too much a skip in his step, “Blood is always the key with these things, and you Squirrel, currently have something of a unique brand.” The King pulls out a syringe, jabbing it into Dean’s neck. Dean growls, muffled curses heard through his gag as Crowley slowly pulls back the plunger and the barrel fills with Dean’s fresh blood.

Your eyes snap wide, a small cry passing over your lips as you can do nothing but watch. Your brain goes into overdrive, thinking back to the memories of the Red Dragon Inn you’d tried so hard to repress. You and Dean fought, and the fight was beyond brutal. Your heart clenches, remembering how you found it so easy to strike him, and the harsh pain of his knuckle when he hit back. The two of you engulfed in your own egos and power and the monstrous, vile creatures you had become. You remember the explosion tearing your ear drums and the disastrous damage you caused, but it’s only now you remember the trigger. Dean. You bit him. His blood sparking a rush of raw and unstable energy. The explosion that followed was near identical to the one you investigated, the only difference being that you survived.

Dean...the Mark...it kept me alive?

Your heart feels like it’s trying to smash through your ribcage as Crowley removes the syringe from Dean’s neck and saunters towards your fiery prison. He passes it to Jenny, who shrugs with a smirk and empties the contents into the open vial, “Interesting,” she nods with approval, her nose hovering over the rim of bottle with a crinkled expression, “Let’s get experimental.”

Dean’s struggling grows erratic, watching as Jenny knelt back beside you, pulling your chin to face her while you clench your jaw tightly closed, grinding your teeth painfully.

“Open wide my sweet little Guinea Pig,” she croons sweetly.

Your ball your hands into tight fists, terror gripping you. Your body shakes, brain going wild with images of causing another explosion, and Dean caught in the middle of it. A whimper catches in your throat as her fingers press deeply and painfully into your cheeks, trying to pry your mouth open. You desperately fight against her, your eyes burning harshly and your skin growing hot and sore at her menacing hold.

Fruitless. An involuntary tremble being your downfall. The moment your lips slightly open your mouth is filled with the irony, blood concoction. You choke on it, gagging as it tumbles down your throat and you try to spit it out. The warm liquid spills down your chin but Jenny quickly gathers it with her finger and pushes it back through your lips before holding her palm tightly over your mouth and pinching your nose to deprive you of breath. You wrestle against her, unable to stop your instincts gulping down as you clambered for air.

She releases you, and you drop to the floor. You can feel that buried hunger relishing every last drop, your body convulsing as it felt like a white-hot fire courses through you, wave after wave of unstable energy desperate to burst free but the iron shackles bottling it up within you. So much pain. Your mind growing white and flooded. Something was fighting you internally. Something dark. Something wanting to take over. As each moment passed you could feel yourself becoming lost, your own consciousness forced to one side as a darkness gripped you and began to take control.

“Dean!” you wail over and over, writhing on the ground in an inescapable agony, slowly succumbing to the internal struggle in front of your audience. A white noise floods your ears, Dean’s cries and Jenny’s giggles becoming echoey and distant to you. As you held on with the final thread of your own mind, you look at Dean, helpless and tormented while tears stream like jets down your cheeks, “I love you…”

With a blood curdling scream, you become lost and your body limp and still on the ground.

Dean roars, the Mark flashing brightly on his arm but still fruitless against his bindings.

Jenny steps back over to you, tapping your body with tip of her boot and prompting no response from you, “Huh…” she pouts in disappointment, “Well at least she didn’t explode.”

Crowley’s brow is furrowed, holding his chin as he watches you intently. “Bugger,” he mumbles, “Maybe the increased dosage was still too much… but yeah, no explosion so, I guess the Mark is the key.”

The King turns to Dean, his eyes almost looking sympathetic as Dean couldn’t remove his glance from you. They were wide, focused and unmoving. Staring and pleading for you to move or speak.

“Sorry Squirrel,” Crowley shrugs, “Sacrifices and all that.”

A shuffle and the clinking of metal. All eyes are back on you as you stir slowly.

“Oh!” Jenny squeaks with delight, “She’s not dead!”

Dean sighs heavily, his breaths erratic as he watched you move, but something unnerves him. Your movements were too calm, seemingly calculated. His heart thuds violently in his chest as you shuffled back up and onto your knees, eyes closed with a seemingly content expression.

“Oh dear…” you mumble, a smirk playing on the corner of your lips, “You guys seriously need to learn to stop feeding me that crack.”

You titter and there's the harsh clang of metal snapping and your shackles clatter the ground. Jenny frowns, hastily stepping back and hopping over the flames, not comfortable with staying in close proximity to you.

Crowley also shuffles uncomfortably, watching you with concern and curiosity as you shook your hands and rolled your neck and shoulders while you got to your feet. You brushed your arms down, straightening your shirt, a wicked smile growing up to your cheeks.

“I warned you,” you state casually, eyes flicking open. They are pure black, flickers of blue light occasionally washing over them as you tilt your head and observe your holy fire containment. You sigh, shaking your head and flicking your wrist, the flames swiftly dissipating to nothing and the silhouette of a single wing gracing the wall behind you.

Crowley clears his throat, his own eyes flashing red as he feels threatened, “Darling,” he croons, “Your wing’s showing.”

You snicker, glancing over your shoulder and turning back with a sarcastic shrug, “This is all your doing, my sweet King,” your attention turns to Jenny, who watches with a gaping mouth and sparkling eyes of awe, “Jenny,” your brows raise with feign delight as you swish your wrist and she flies into your open arms, “Miss me?”

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The Thing Between Them Part 7

Series Summary: After watching 13x17, this is how I felt things would’ve occurred if Gabriel had left the reader all those years ago when he’d “died” and current day Ketch is trying to win her affection, but realizes she’s still heartbroken over Gabriel. 

Chapter Summary: To reach the reader, Gabriel goes against Castiel and the Winchesters to try and open a rift. Meanwhile, Ketch and the reader grow closer in the AU as the arrive at Dayton camp.

A/N: I’ve done some tweaking with 13x21, to accommodate how Gabriel would try to get through the rift for Y/N rather than just helping the Winchesters. Part 8 out tomorrow in the spirit of The Thing Between Them Weekend.

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader, Arthur Ketch x Reader

Warnings: swears, mild/brief gore

Word Count: 1860

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"The final ingredient." Gabriel presented the tiny vile of grace, strutting into the library where Rowena, Castiel, and the Winchesters waited. The archangel beamed proudly, placing the glowing light center of the library table. "A fresh serving of archangel grace." 

Rowena, preparing the spell across the table, extracted the vile, peering quizzically at the little light encased within her fingers. Her fierce eyes glanced up at the angel with a questionable appearance.

"Chop chop," Gabriel urged her. "My not-so damsel in distress awaits."

"Damsel?" Rowena's accent purred, her eyes rolling towards Sam. "You told me he was eager, but there's a girl in the picture?"

"Like I said, chop, chop," Gabriel's tone firmed, growing impatient at her hesitation. 

Rowena's eyes snapped back toward Gabriel, her face twisting. "This what you call a serving?” She held the vial towards the angel, to see what she meant. “Oh, that poor girl." She mocked. 

"That is the jet fuel of divine emissions. It'll be more than enough to get the job done."

Rowena glanced at the boys. They nodded firmly and thus she went into motion to create the spell to open a new rift. One by one, she introduced the ingredients to a metal bowl provided by the bunker’s kitchen. Rowena poured the last ingredient into the bowl, watching the light illuminate the other contents. The boys stood shoulder-to-shoulder, preparing for their journey through the rift. "Koth munto nuntox," Rowena chanted, directing her magic across the room. A glowing orange light radiated off onto the men as the rift sprung to life. 

They watched a mere moment, waiting for its steadiness. Passing glances at each other, in sync, Dean, Sam, Castiel and Gabriel stepped towards the rift. Only to halt their pace once the light began to flicker. The vertical light curled, all heads following its motion as it began to dip. It fizzed as it's orange light began to fade into non-existence. The all stood, dumbfounded by the empty air which once held such promise.

"Well, that was... fast," Cas couldn’t congregate another synonym. 

"One could even say premature." Rowena quipped towards the archangel. 

“I thought it would be enough. Damn it!" Gabriel hissed, turning away from the group. Gabriel pressed his palm against the surface of the table, leaning against it trying to control his anger; his disappointment in himself.

The rest of the group huffed a universal sigh of frustration.

"Alright, great, what do we do now?" Sam asked, looking towards his brother, who usually had another plan.

"Hell if I know." Dean pinched the brink of his nose.

"I know." The malice in Gabriel's tone sliced through the room as he whipped back towards the group. "We need archangel grace. I may not have enough in the tank to take us there, well, there’s one other source on Earth."

Sam began to argue but Gabriel ignored his protests. "It'll take too long for me to restore even that ounce of grace. Y/N and the others are trapped over there. We don't have time to lose. We need Lucifer."

The Winchesters and Castiel decided to deliberate alone, excluding Rowena and Gabriel, restricting them to the library. Rowena remained patient, sitting at the library table, constructing the ingredients for another spell, knowing very well its uselessness until they retrieve more grace. 

Gabriel, on the other hand, was anything but calm. “Who gives them the say so?” Gabriel paced back and forth, up and down a row of bookshelves. Nerves on hinges, the angel was on the verge of an angry outburst. 

“It is their mission.” Rowena glanced back at Gabriel. “They came to you and I for help, not initiation.”

Gabriel continued his pace, shaking off the witch’s comment. “I am the one with the most experience with Lucifer. I tricked him into thinking I was dead! All they’ve done is let him out of his cage, twice.” Gabriel exhaled, releasing some of his pent-up frustration. “We need to act fast. We have no idea what the hell is happening to Y/N… and the others over there. They could be in trouble!” 

"A mighty," Rowena's chuckle stopped herself, sideways glancing the angel. "well, slightly depleted archangel obsessed with a human girl," she taunted. "Never thought I'd live long enough to see that."

Gabriel slowed his pace. "Well, uh, Lucifer and the kid's mom-"

"A good time gone bad," Rowena countered. "She was a puppet in his play. All he ever wanted was an heir."

Gabriel remained silent, winding down his impatient walk. The thought of you in that situation spiked his nerves again.

"How serious are the two of you?" Gabriel stopped completely, throwing Rowena a defensive glance. "It's just that I've never heard your name part her lips is all."

"Well, we're not technically together,” the archangel admitted. “For now."

"Oh, I see." Rowena processed the fact, observing the angel. "It's one-sided. The boys mentioned the other suitor, the man I helped back to life no less. Rumor is she jumped through for him. So, is this really about saving Y/N, or keeping her from the dashing Arthur Ketch?”

“Okay, I’ve waited long enough.” Gabriel turned quickly, hovering over Rowena. “You and I are getting Lucifer. Alone!”

"And here we are!"

Despite walking half a day, Charlie managed the small exclamation upon the arrival at the Dayton camp. Surrounded by a tight cluster of trees, it was difficult to spot any sign of a camp from the outside. Other than finding your friends, you hadn't envisioned any expectations of Dayton. However, you were surprised to see an array of armed guards shielding the perimeter, eyeing you and Ketch cautiously. 

"Bill, Thorne, how's it hanging?" Charlie greeted two of them, striking up a brief conversation as the three of you passed.

Past the armed men, Charlie led you through the trees. Slowly, human life presented itself. Children chased each other, mothers watched. You couldn’t hide your relentless, wandering eyes, searching for a sign of Mary and Jack among the people of the camp. 

"Bobby will want to see you two," Charlie spoke, leading you and Ketch further into camp. “He finds other worlders fascinating. Or maybe that’s just Mary.” You stood still immediately. Quickly, Ketch halted his step, staring back at you. Curiosity laced with worry infiltrated his blue eyes. “I want to see Mary and Jack first.” 

Charlie halted her step, spinning back to view you. “I’ve been gone almost a week; I’m not sure if they’re even here. We’ll speak to Bobby, then you can look for them. I promise.” Charlie noted your uncertain expression before adding, “Would you trust the other me?”

You gave a small nod. A soft smile formed on Charlie’s lips as she turned back, walking towards the original destination. However, you hung back.

“I’m sure they’re here somewhere,” Ketch assured, outstretching his hand towards you. “Let’s not be rude.” 

For assurance or comfort, you were unsure, you took his hand. Despite the cold air, Ketch’s skin radiated against yours. Ketch attempted to bite down his curling lip but failed miserably. He happily intertwined your fingers as you both followed Charlie towards the center of the camp.

Amongst the trees stood a few cabins. Sprinkled around were sheeted tents, once white fabric doused with age and dirt. Looking for Mary and Jack in ever face, you occasionally slowed your pace. Ketch would gently tug your arm, reminding you to keep up. Charlie led you and Ketch past the tents, straight to the farthest cabin. Two guards stood out front. Charlie spoke to them as your gaze searched the area for your friends. 

Ketch dropped your hand as the cabin door swung open. Your gaze shifted towards the noise, watching as the alternative Bobby stepped out. He was different from the man you’d considered family. Older. You imagined the stress of the apocalypse had taken its toll combined with five or so years since you’d seen your Bobby breathing. 

“Glad to see you alive, kiddo,” he told Charlie, walking across the small porch. His eyes flicked towards you and Ketch, and he froze. “I'll be damned," Bobby mumbled as his stare locked onto your face. "Y/N?"

You nodded, unknowing of what to say to a man who appeared so similar to the man you once knew.

“She’s from the other world. Like Jack and Mary,” Charlie informed Bobby. Bobby took tentative steps down the short stairs to the ground level. His eyes never left you. 

Speak of the devil, two blonde heads bobbed out of the door. 

“Y/N!” Jack exclaimed, descending the stairs in a flash, nearly running Bobby over.  

“Jack!” You swallowed hard after, realizing how dry your voice sounded as the Nephilim tackled you into a hug. He was closely followed by Mary who gave you a similar hug. 

Jack turned towards Ketch, offering a small, hesitant, “hi.” While Mary simply nodded towards the man, throwing daggers with her eyes rather than her hands. Bobby turned towards his men. “Get them some food and water. Must’ve walked a great length.” His head bobbed towards his door. “Why don’t you kids come in. I imagine that we’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

Their human allies had only so many skills, Gabriel and Rowena could manage locating Lucifer on their own. With a couple of simple spells to track and drug Lucifer along with Gabriel’s wings to fly them to the bunker, capturing Lucifer was easier than either anticipated.

Still unconscious upon arrival to the bunker, Gabriel set Lucifer on his knees, careful to keep him upright in a non-compromising position. Rowena swayed over to place a bowl before Lucifer and cast a small spell to lean the devil over it. Slowly and with much pleasure, she made a succinct slice in Lucifer’s neck, slowly draining some of his grace to pour over the other ingredients.

“Hey guys,” Dean called out as he entered the library with Sam and Cas following closely behind. Upon seeing Lucifer already in the bunker, Dean halted, causing Castiel to crash into him. 

Defrosting at the sight, Dean’s attention snapped towards Rowena and Gabriel. “What the hell is the matter with you two? You were supposed to wait for our approval.”

Gabriel danced around the room towards Dean appearing boastful. “And did you muttonheads decide if Lucifer was the only option?”

Neither Dean, Sam or Cas responded. 

Gabriel clasped his hands together. “Well there you go, and now we haven’t wasted any time.” Gabriel turned back towards Lucifer. “Spell is almost ready to go. Be ready to go.” Gabriel gazed away, looking towards the Rowena mixing the ingredients. “I’m coming Y/N,” he whispered under his breath.

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[thewhiterabbit42]

The Unexpected

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count:  3710

Summary:  You disappear in the middle of the night, causing the Winchesters and Gabriel to worry what’s wrong.

Warnings/Tags:  Established relationship.  Human Gabriel.  Some angst.  

Written for:  @Key–lime–pie and @tricksterxangel and @gabriel-monthly-challenge​ Prompts:  “I’m pregnant.”  / “Just talk to me.”   January GMC statement prompt:   It was going to be an adventure and, though he didn’t know it yet, life would never be the same.

Author’s note: For some reason I thought someone requested “Just talk to me.” With Gabriel but now can’t find the ask so if I lost it… apologies.  If I made that up then… extra prompt.  

Also, this is my first time using a statement prompt from GMC without it being verbatim so I hope I still did it correctly.

Beta’d by: @sumara62 (many thanks my dear!)  I went in and added several things after she took a look, so chances are any mistakes are still mine lol

“Open the door, y/n,” Dean demanded, pounding heavily beneath the faded number seven with the side of his hand.  

“Please open the door, y/n,” Sam echoed, and his brother resisted the urge to roll his eyes.  As if please was somehow the the mystical password they needed to gain admittance after they’d been standing there for over a half-hour trying every trick in their book to get you to let them in.  

“I know this has to do with Gabriel,” Dean continued.  “If he’s done something –”

“Why do you always assume the worst of him?”  You screeched and for the first time that evening, he was glad there was a semi-solid piece of wood standing between them and you.  It was never a good sign when you bypassed pissed and went straight into banshee mode, and whatever was wrong must have been big.  “He didn’t do anything!  This is my fault –”  You stopped short, a thick silence falling for a few moments before you finished in a much quieter tone, “And I just need you to go.”

“Whatever it is, we can help,” Sam offered after a few moments.  

“Not with this, you can’t.  Go home.  I just need some time.”  You sounded tired, almost defeated, both of which only had them exchanging a worried glance.  Dean inclined his head toward the Impala and they both began to move away from the motel door.  Neither of them spoke until they were near the trunk, their voices hushed as they tried to figure out what to do.  

“We should call him,” Sam insisted.  

His brother folded his arms over his chest and shook his head.  “Considering I’m ninety-percent sure he’s the reason for all this?  Not happening.”  

“Did you hear her, Dean?  She’s scared, and clearly we’re not going to be the ones she lets in that door,” the younger man implored.  

“So we bust it down.”  Simple.  Effective.  Just how he liked his plans.  

Sam just looked at him as if he’d gone crazy, before remembering that was just how his brother had always been.  “Yeah, let me know how that goes.  I’m going to do what we should have the moment we found her and get Gabriel here.”   

…

He’d flown as fast as he could the moment he knew where you were.  Not literally, of course.  Those days were well behind him.  Even if Metatron hadn’t clipped all their wings by shutting the gates of Heaven, the vial of ethereal golden liquid that hung around his neck was an ever present reminder of all that he had been and all that he now was.  

He always kept his grace close to him, in case things ever hit the fan more than normal and he should need it.  He also found it innately comforting, the essence humming with an energy he never recognized as being anything but his own being.  It was strange in some ways, having it removed, and though it had taken a while to find his footing without it, every moment he spent as human had been entirely worth it.  

The decision to fall had been startlingly easy once he realized staying an archangel would only limit his experiences with you.  He wanted to know what it felt like to fall asleep beside you and wake up to you the following day.  Not to mention it was a little difficult to be pleasured awake by someone when one never slept.  Not that it stopped you from trying.  

He wanted the passing of time to be the same for each of you.  As an angel, it was meaningless, and he had often been unable to keep track of how long he’d been gone.  He grew tired of disappointing you when what had felt like a few days turned out to be weeks.  He couldn’t stand to see you slowly wilting beneath your worry and insecurities the longer he happened to stay away.  

He wanted to know what it was like to sweat with you, to bleed with you, to have an appreciation for every moment because life was short and finite.  Mostly, he wanted to have a life with you.  A real one.  One you both could share.  One you both understood.  One that kept you both out of Heaven’s eternal issues and off of Hell’s radar.  

Apparently being an archangel’s main squeeze gave angels and demons alike all sorts of stupid ideas that resulted in them dead and he, Sam, and Dean finding one subject to bond over.    

Sure, being a hunter meant you’d never completely be off the grid, but he’d found that sticking near the Winchesters had actually improved your chances of surviving.  In fact, he owed them more than they knew (not that he’d ever admit it to them) for keeping you alive at a time he couldn’t, as a human or one of Heaven’s greatest weapons.  

Then again, they were partially responsible for releasing dear old Auntie Amara from her cage to begin with.

He wasn’t sure how many laws he broke getting to you, only that he was incredibly lucky he didn’t get caught for any of them.  The last time he’d had to phone anyone to get bailed out, Dean had nearly put him on lockdown.  He could only imagine what the man would do now.  Probably drive him out to the middle of nowhere and leave his ass behind for the elements and wildlife to take care of.  

He wondered if he deserved it.  

He couldn’t think of anything he’d done, but that didn’t mean much.  Over a millenia of experience, and still there were times he found himself floundering to know what to do or say.  He couldn’t keep track of how many messes he’d made, actual or otherwise, and yet, every time you’d be there to help him clean it up and learn from it.  

This was the first time you’d ever run.  

The closer he came to the address he’d been given, the more his nerves thrummed inside of him.  He had never been more frightened than he had over the last twenty-four hours.  He barely slept, his mind creating an endless list of possibilities of what could have caused you to take off so suddenly, none of which were comforting, and he was never more aware of human vulnerabilities and limitations than he was thinking of all the horrible things that could be happening.  

By the time he actually reached the motel he was a mess.  His palms were sweating, the leather from his gloves sticking uncomfortably to his skin.  His motorcycle gear was light for this time of year, but it probably saved him from being a sopping tangled ball of stress instead of just a regular one.  He could barely keep his hands from shaking as he pulled off his helmet, setting it on the seat of his motorcycle before he made his way to where Sam and Dean stood.  

“Where is she?” He demanded, unable to keep the fear from bleeding through his tone.  

“Number seven,” Sam said, and the look he gave the former archangel was a mixture of concern and sympathy.  

Dean, however, fixed him with stern look.  “She said it wasn’t your fault, but if I find out that it was, I have no problems putting a bullet in you.”

If it was as bad as Gabriel imagined and his fault, he’d have no problem letting the man do just that.  

Sam shook his head slightly, eyes rolling briefly to the sky before landing back on the former angel.  “We’ll be out here if you need us.”  He pushed off the hood, giving his brother a meaningful look before getting into the car.  Dean followed suit, but not before pulling back his jacket and motioning to the guns strapped to each side of his hip and his face spoke volumes.  Specifically, your choice which one.

Gabriel sighed, his head turning toward your hotel room.  The curtains were drawn across the window, but he could tell there weren’t any lights on inside.  He doubted you were sleeping, however.  Neither of you could much when the other wasn’t there.    

He made his way over, everything inside him clamoring to a fever pitch.  His heart hammered in his chest, his emotions squeezing tightly and adding to the stress on it.  He swallowed as he raised his hand and knocked, only to be greeted by silence.  

“Sweetheart?”  He called, doing his best to keep the alarm and uncertainty from his voice.  “It’s me.”

When he heard a second round of nothing, he knocked again, his other hand unconsciously moving to his chest.  His fingers worried over the small bump beneath his jacket create by his grace.  If only he had even a tiny ounce of it inside of him, he’d have far more answers than he did now.  

“Open the door, sugar.  Whatever it is, we can figure this out,” he insisted.  Your silence was killing him, the unknown more terrifying than anything he had ever faced before.  He had never needed to know so badly what it was you were feeling at that moment.  Were you angry?  Sad?  Scared?  Were you even alone?

The final thought was heart-stopping, and it was all he could do to keep from channeling his inner Dean and simply taking back his grace so he could know you were safe.  

“Honey, please,” he begged, his own own desperation spilling out through his words. “Just talk to me.”

He leaned his head against the door, eyes slipping shut, and for the first time since he’d fallen, he wished that he hadn’t.  Because no matter how many times Sam had assured him you were ok, he couldn’t believe it, not until he heard it from you.  Even then, he’d need to set eyes on you to fully accept it as truth, but if he had his grace, he’d be able to tell everything, from the state of your mind to how fast or slow your heart was beating… if it even still was.   

Metal rattled near his head from the other side of the door, and his head popped up.  He could hear a chain sliding across a track before a jarring click sounded from the deadbolt.  He stepped back, his eyes dropping to the doorknob.  His pulse quickened, his mouth suddenly dry.  He swallowed, trying to tamp down on his emotions as he reached for the handle.  It turned with little resistance, and he could hear his heart hammering in his ears as he pushed his way inside.  

He found you sitting in the darkness, the only light source a faded, almost orange glow from an outdated nightlight in the bathroom.  You were sitting on the bed, your legs pulled up to your chest with your head resting on your knees.  He didn’t have to see your face to know you’d been crying.  He couldn’t smell the salt anymore or taste your emotions on the air, but he still knew.  He just wished he could see you, or anything, so he could better assess the situation.  

“Hey,” he greeted, his eyes sweeping the room before he made his way to you.  “I know we have a lot to talk about, but the boys were wondering if we were still on for the game later?”

He sat down beside you, putting himself on the far side of the bed.  It kept you closer to the nearest exit, if needed, as he waited for you to respond to the code the four of you had worked out to subtly tip each other off to danger.  

“No one else is here,” you murmured, taking a moment to clear your nose.  

He let out a breath, relieved, before reaching over and turning on the light.  Worry immediately flooded him anew as he took in your features.  You looked terrible.  You pallor was off, your skin pale save for a slight flush in your cheeks.  You looked exhausted, though the circles beneath your eyes were faint in comparison to what you often looked like coming off a case.  This was a different kind of tired, one he had never seen before, and it only furthered the suspicion that something was terribly wrong.  

He pried your hands away from where they were hugging your legs, taking your fingers between his.  You closed your eyes, tears peeking through your lashes, and the tightness returned to his chest.  “What’s going on, y/n?”

He didn’t want to ask too many questions, although he had plenty of them at this point.  Why had you run?  Why had you shut them all out?  What could he have done that would make you think you couldn’t come to him?  

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, your voice growing thick as your emotions swelled to the surface.  “I shouldn’t have left, but I - I found something out and I panicked.”

His brows drew together as he tried to fathom what information could possibly make you, of all people, lose your head.  Sure, he had his share of questionable history, but he was fairly certain he’d told you everything important.  Then again, there was centuries worth of it, and Kali hadn’t been the only immortal still kicking around that he shared something with.

The look on your face suggested it wasn’t a simple matter of who or what he had dated.   This went beyond mere information.  

“Whatever it is, we can figure it out.  Together.”  He reached forward, brushing the tears from your cheek.  “Remember what you told me in Tulsa when I went behind your back and had the boys clear that vampire nest instead of you?”

If the sudden sharpness in your stare wasn’t a good indication you were still a little salty about that incident, what came next certainly was.  “That I would kick your ass back to the dawn of time if you ever tried anything like that again?”

Technically, he’d deserved the snappy remark, though the ass-kicking was debatable considering he had done it because you’d been pushing yourself too hard and he was worried you weren’t at your best.  He realized now, though, it had been less about him calling in reinforcements and more about him doing it without your knowledge.  

“There is no ‘I’ in team,” he corrected, unable to keep from adding, “And I would also like to point out, nowhere in there will you also find ‘vanish’ or ‘run’ or –”

“‘Take off in the middle of the night and give your boyfriend a heart attack’?” You guessed.  The minute you glanced up at him with sheepish, watery eyes, he immediately softened again, realizing his own anxieties were getting the better of him.  

“I mean it,” he continued, his voice much gentler.  “You never have to run from me.  There’s nothing you could tell me that would ever make me break my promise that you and I are in it for good, sugar snap.”  

The look you gave him said you wanna make a bet? And for the third time in less than a day, he felt like he might be on the verge of heart failure.  “Gabriel… I’m pregnant.”

He’d been wrong.  This time he felt an aneurysm coming on.  

“What?”  He breathed and the entire concept of how limited a human’s cognitive capacity could be hit him square in the face as he had everything in existence flying through his mind at the exact same moment everything drained out of it.  

He was vaguely aware his mouth was still open, that he might have even stopped breathing for a moment.  Mostly, he noticed the way you’d gone completely still, a sign that you were steeling yourself for whatever reaction he eventually had once everything came back online.

Unfortunately, it was not an intelligent one.

“I - but - how?”  

Your brow crept up and surprise shifted closer to exasperation when you looked like you were debating on leaving again if you seriously had to answer that question or laughing.  He wasn’t sure which would be worse.  

“I know how,” he huffed.  “I just - we’ve been so careful.”  

Frustratingly so.  Hunting didn’t exactly leave much room for scheduling appointments at a clinic for birth control or allow you a routine to use some of the more readily available forms, which left condoms as the only consistent option.  Giving up that luxury had been harder than he imagined.  Thousands of years of never needing any had been a difficult habit to break.  

“Do you remember that night in Oklahoma when we got so drunk we took a cab to the wrong hotel, couldn’t figure out what the right one actually was, and ended up breaking into someone’s car so we had a place to sleep?”

He scratched the back of his head, eyes drifting up to the ceiling as he tried his best not only to remember something from that night, but to also figure out why in the world you’d even be mentioning it.  “I remember the part where we woke up to the angry owner of said car and spent the morning playing a countywide game of hide-and-seek with the police.  The, uh, rest of the night is kind of a little hazy.”

“I don’t think we just fell asleep there, Gabe, and I don’t think we came prepared either.”

He glanced back down to find you giving him a meaningful look.  “Oh,” he said and it took an extra moment for what you were saying to fully kick in.  “Oh.”  His brows shot up straight to his hairline.  Oh shit.  

“You’re sure?”  His question was just a formality.  You were thorough in your cases and there was no reason he’d believe you’d be any less meticulous when it came to confirming this.  

“Five tests and two weeks late sure,” you told him.  

To be honest, he was surprised you hadn’t hit up Cas on your way out, though there wasn’t much room to argue with any of the evidence you already had.  

“Ok.  You’re pregnant.  So… what do you want to do?”  He surprised himself with how calm he was.  His inner self was indeed wildly running around the room, arms flailing, because what did he know about having children?

You looked at him a moment, startled, as if that was the last thing you expected from him.  “I - I don’t know.  What do you want to do?”

He could tell by the manic edge in your gaze that your inner self had joined his, and both were in utter panic mode together.

He let out a slow breath, trying to push his own fears and uncertainties aside.  “Sweetheart, I am something that has lived for thousands of years with the knowledge that I was not meant to procreate.  I haven’t the slightest clue what to do with the idea of being a father.”  He realized it was the wrong thing to say, or at least to start with, by the way your eyes widened, your trepidation trickling out from the darks of them.  “Oh, wait, that - that’s not what I mean - I mean it is what I mean but…”  

Oh Father, please don’t panic.  Because the moment you did, he was sure to follow, if for no other reason than he had absolutely no idea what to do if it got to that point.

He released a slow breath, his eyes shutting tight while he pinched the bridge of his nose.  He took a moment to try and gather his thoughts, but they kept coming back to the same, familiar loop of he wasn’t good with these types of things.

A sudden tap on his forehead had him opening his eyes again and you gave him a small, tentative smile. “Reset.”

An amused puff of air left his nose.  It still amazed him how you could calm and refocus him with the simplest gestures, and he couldn’t help but smile back as everything that was important became clear to him.

“I love you,” he began, and reached up to cup the side of your face.  “I want a life with you.  Whatever that means. Kids.  No kids.  Attempting a nine-to-five existence in the suburbs.  Hunting until our trigger fingers get too stiff with arthritis and we can’t shoot anymore.  I don’t care what road we take or how we get to the end of our lives.  As long as that path has you on it, that’s all that matters.”

Your eyes welled up, overflowing with so many emotions, he couldn’t even begin to tease them all apart. “Do you really mean that?”

“Sugar plum, I became human for you.  Everything else should be a piece of cake.”  He didn’t know how he knew, but in that moment, there wasn’t anything he was more certain of.

“… including telling Dean?”

Correction:  the only thing more certain than what he just confessed was that Dean was going to put a bullet in a certain part of him for knocking up the closest thing the man and his giant kin had to a sister.  

“Maybe you should be the one to tell him you’re with child,” he suggested.

Your lips twitched.  “Really, Gabe?  With child?”

He arched a brow.  “Would you prefer I tell him you’re preggers?”

The smile you gave was equal parts amused and relieved.  “I can’t believe God made you his messenger.”

He leaned forward, stealing a short series of kisses that were slow and sweet, infused with the same tender sentiments that had inspired his words.  “Maybe, but you’re the one that keeps me around.”

Your legs drifted open, your arms reaching through to pull him between them.  “You know, there is a reason for that…”. You playfully bit his lower lip, eyes glinting with a sudden spark of mischief.  “And there is an upside to all this.”

“What’s that?”  He murmured, allowing you to pull him down into the mattress.  

“We don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant if I already am.”  You mimicked his trademark brow waggle and he chuckled.  He had always appreciated your ability to just get him, not to mention your tendency to try and keep things light.  He couldn’t imagine spending his existence with anyone else.  Whatever lay ahead would be unlike any journey he’d ever taken, and though he didn’t know it yet, life would never be the same.

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[rositaslabyrinth]

Angel Grace vial!reader

THE GRACE VIAL

“A stolen whisper of Heaven, trapped in a body too fragile to hold it.”

── .✦ They were once contained—held in a delicate vial, a fragment of angelic power stolen from Heaven. But something went wrong—the vessel shattered, and instead of fading into nothing, the Grace became a body. Now, they exist as something that should not be—a celestial fragment forced into flesh.

⟢ They feel wrong inside their skin, like wearing a coat that doesn’t fit. They were never meant to be human.

⟢ The world is too loud—every heartbeat, every flicker of emotion, every breath feels too much.

⟢ They can hear echoes of Hymns from Heaven, but the voices never answer when they call.

⟢ When they cry, their tears shimmer like liquid starlight, fading before they hit the ground.

Where you can find her ⭑.ᐟ

꩜ The light that fell (meeting her for the first time)

This idea has been in my head since yesterday AH let’s see if I actually continue with this lolll

Ofc all credits go to the amazing @daylighted I wouldn’t have thought of this without baby!reader

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[rowyn-writes]

Funny Business

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language

Pairings: Gabriel x Winchester!Reader

Characters: Gabriel, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Rowena, Jack (mentioned only)

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: You’re Dean’s daughter, and you’re all getting ready to go to apocalypse world to rescue Jack, your best friend. When Gabriel sees that you’re upset about Jack’s absence, he tries to cheer you up and confesses that he likes you.

Requested by @daisyelll​

You missed your best friend.

It felt like Jack had been in apocalypse world for centuries. Of course you missed you grandmother, Mary, but you weren't really that close with her.

Yeah, Dean Winchester was you father. He had you at a young age, 22, to be exact. Your 'mother,' wasn't really ready to be a mom yet, so she had given you to Dean in hopes he would be a good father to you. And he was.

Dean didn't want you to grow up the way he did, so he never took you traveling. Most of the times, you would stay at Bobby's house, but your dad called to check in every night and to say 'I love you,' before you would fall asleep. Whenever he was in between hunts, he would always come see you and do a 'Daddy-daughter date,' where he would take you to the movies and go out to eat.

When Sam was stuck in the Cage with Lucifer, Dean came and got you, taking you to live with him, Lisa and Ben. You loved your little dysfunctional family. Lisa was a good female influence in your life, seeing as how your own walked out on you. That's why you were devastated when Castiel wiped Ben and Lisa's memories of the Winchester's.

But that all happened when you were a kid. Now, your 21, and desperately trying to find a way to bring your best friend back from apocalypse world.

You had never connected with someone like you connected with Jack. He was like your brother, and you'd kill to protect him.

"Where is the Witchy Winchester?" A Scottish voice filled the air. That was a nickname that Rowena gave you. A few years ago, you had dabbled a bit in magic, and ever since, she had been adamant on training you.

"Rowena!" You said happily, hugging the woman.

"Y/n Winchester." She smiled as she looked at you with sad eyes. "How are you, deary?"

"I'm powering through." You assured her. "I'm just ready to get my family home." Your father rested a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"We'll get them back, sweetheart." He kissed the top of your head.

"It would be a lot faster if this dumbass, impotent archangel would grow a pair and lend some grace!" You growled loudly enough for Gabriel to hear from wherever he was in the bunker.

"Oh whatever, Baby Winchester! You try being tortured by a Prince of Hell and see how you feel." He called back.

"I was." You deadpanned. "And do you see me acting like a little bitch? No." Sam and Dean snickered at your comment.

"Alrighty then," Rowena said before your argument could continue. "Let's get started." She set down a large bowl on the table, along with a bunch of other ingredients. "Fruit from the tree of life." You began gathering your things, such as clothes, non perishable foods, water, and of course, weapons. You and your father had argued earlier on in the day about you joining them to go to apocalypse world, which ended in a screaming match that you won. You definitely got your temper from you father. "Blood of a most holy man." Sam tossed over a pack of glow sticks that you put in the bag. "And ah. . ." Rowena reached up and plucked a hair out of Dean's head.

"Ow!" He complained, rubbing the back of his head. You rolled your eyes as you continued to pack.

"Something from the other side." Rowena finished, adding his hair to the mix.

"Hey. How’s Gabriel." Sam asked when Cas entered the room.

"He said he needed a minute alone." He said, his voice a low rumble. "He wanted to extract his grace by himself. In private." You shivered at what the Angel told you. You did not want to imagine what he was doing to extract his grace. Your uncle and father had the same disturbed look on their face as you did. "So I left him alone in Dean’s room."

You bursted out laughing, your eyes crinkling at the edges like your dad's did. "You what? No." Dean seemed very grossed out at the thought of what Gabriel was doing in his room.

"I hate to interrupt, but I can’t be the only one to noticed the rather glaring hole in this plan." No one seemed to pay attention to the witch as you continued packing up for the trip. "We open up the rift, it gives us a day to find and save your Mom and the boy. And it’s a very big world over there, and you’re not even sure where they are, so. . . "

"She's right." Cas spoke up. "The clock may run out on us."

"Yeah. It might." Sam seemed indifferent and unconcerned. You couldn't help but feel the same way. All you wanted was your family back together. You tucked your loaded gun into the waistband of your jeans, covering it with your flannel shirt.

"Yeah, well we don’t have any better ideas." Dean shrugged.

"Mm, that’s inspirational."

"Here it is!" Gabriel exclaimed, walking in with a very dim looking vial of his grace. " The final ingredient - a fresh serving of archangel grace."

You raise your eyebrow, tilting your head to the side. "That's pathetic." You announced, earning a snort from Rowena.  "Dude, I could give more 'grace' than that, and I'm a human. You could do better." Gabriel scoffed at your words.

"That is the jet fuel of divine emissions." He proclaimed. You gave a little gag, as Dean and Sam gave him disgusted looks. "It’ll be more than enough to get the job done."

You, Rowena and Cas gave each other skeptical looks. You all knew that there was no way that was going to work.  You shook your head as Rowena added more ingredients to the spell. You strapped two katana's on your back, adjusting them so they fit comfortably.

"Ya know, we won't judge you if you chose to sit this one out, kiddo." Your dad tried to convince you to stay back once more.

"Dad." You whispered, linking your hand with his. "I want to go. You're my family, and we don't leave family behind. Never." Dean gave you a small smile as he squeezed your hand. You noticed from the corner of your eye that Gabriel was watching you with curious eyes.

Rowena called you over to her, needing assistance with casting the spell. It was a rather powerful one, meaning it might need two witches instead of one. "Ready, deary?" You nodded.

"Koth Munto Nuntox." You both bellowed, motioning your hands towards the place where the rift was supposed to open. It gleamed orange, but you could tell the light was fading. There was no way anyone was going through that rift.

"Okay, everyone ready?" Cas asked the group.

"Yeah, all right." Sam nodded.

"Let’s do this." Dean agreed.

"Let's get our family back."

As you go to step through the rift, just like you expected, it began to fizzle and lean to the side. You all tilted along with it.

"Okay, that was very, very fast." You noted. The group seemed to agree with you.

"One could even say premature." Rowena remarked, making you laugh. Gabriel seemed to be flustered by you laughing at Rowena's joke.

"Um. . . I thought it would be enough." Gabriel coughed.

"All right, great. What do we do now?"

"I think we all know what to do." You said grimly. Rowena sent you and Sam a terrified look. You gripped her hand to give her reassurance. "I don't like this as much as the next person, but we need an Archangels grace. And it seems there's only one left on this god forsaken world that can actually provide his grace."

"No." Sam shook his head.

"We need to get Lucifer."

.

. .

. . .

You had decided to stay back while Sam, Dean, and Cas went to get Lucifer. Gabriel had already offered his assistance before coming back to the bunker. You were holed up in the library, starting at old pictures and videos on your phone. All of them were of you and Jack.

You giggled as you watched a video of Jack trying ice cream for the first time. "Ah!" He exclaimed, rubbing his temples. "Is it supposed to hurt? Is this some kind of torture that humans use on each other?"

The video shook as you began to laugh. "No, silly. You just ate it too fast. It's actually really good if you slow down and savor it!"

You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you scrolled through pictures of the two of you. He was your best friend. Your brother. And it hurt like hell to be so close to getting him, but still not quite there.

"Hey, Baby Winchester!" Gabriel said happily, walking into the room. "Guess who just captured Lucif-" He cut himself off as he saw the state you were in.

You quickly wiped away your tears, exiting out of the video app on your phone. "What do you want, Gabriel?" You sniffed.

"Are you okay?" He asked, seeming genuinely concerned, which shocked you. The Archangel never cared about anyone but himself.

"I-I'm fine." You nodded.

He frowned as he approached you, sitting down in one of the arm chairs. "Hey, what's with the waterworks?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, shaking your head. If you spoke, you were sure to sob. You calmed yourself before you began to speak. "I miss Jack." You confessed. "He could always make me laugh when I needed to. And right now, I really need to laugh." Your voice broke as you talked.

Gabriel's frown deepened. He knew you to be this strong warrior, this tough young woman who feared nothing and no one. And to see you so broken hurt him. He stood up, snapping his fingers as he did so. I Wanna Dance With Somebody began to play.

"Really?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at the man.

"Yes, really. Now get your ass off that chair and come dance with me. You know, many women would kill to be in your position." You glared at him, feeling skeptical. It was known that Gabriel was a huge flirt. Hell, not even two hours earlier, he was flirting with Rowena, who quickly shot him down, clearly not interested.

"If you try anything, I'll kill you faster than you can say uh-oh." Gabriel held his hands up in surrender, silently promising that he wasn't going to pull any funny business. You slowly got up off the couch and walked towards him. He extended his hand, which you hesitantly took. Gabriel spun you around, making you gasp in surprise.

"I'm quite the dancer, if you didn't know." He smirked. You still weren't in the mood to put up with his bull shit. "I'm going to make you laugh, if it's the last think I do." He promised.

"Why do you care so much if I'm unhappy. You barely know me." You mumbled as Gabriel led you around to room.

"Because, from how little I do know about you, I know that seeing you cry is a rarity. You're this badass warrior goddess that supposedly doesn't have any emotion." You were about to question him when Gabriel interrupted you. "You're a legend in the Supernatural World." He explained.

"Yeah, for being Dean Winchester's daughter." You said bitterly.

"Ah, now why is that such a bad thing?"

"Because I want to be known for the people that I've saved and the good that I do. Not for just being my dad's daughter."

"Well, trust me, sweetheart, that's not all you're known for." You looked up at Gabriel as he rocked you back and forth to the music. He clearly wasn't pleased with the fact that you were still frowning, so he picked you up off the ground and twirled you around.

You gave a giggle of excitement as he did so, earning a proud grin from Gabriel. He began hopping around the room, making you laugh harder. "There's that beautiful laugh."

"Beautiful." You scoffed. "Yeah, okay."

"Why do you find it so hard to believe that someone would use that word to describe you?"

You shrugged. "Because no one thinks of me that way."

"Now, that's not true. I'm sure many, many men and women would love to be with you." Gabriel insisted, which made you blush.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" You asked.

"Well, if I told you, I think there would be a multitude of people trying to murder me." He confessed.

You gave him a questioning look, not realizing what he was trying to tell you.

"Jeez, you Winchester's are so oblivious. I like you, Y/n. But I know if I acted on anything, you're family would murder me in a heartbeat."

You looked at him for a moment before grabbing his jacket and pulling him in for a kiss. It took him a moment to kiss you back, but when he did, you were breathless. "Then we don't tell anyone. Not yet at least."

"Ooh, a secret love. I like that sound of that, Winchester." He murmured as he kissed you again.

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I can promise there will be a part two, hehe. 

[rebelminxy]

Trust Me (Part 2)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count:2002

Summary: The boys come back from a hunt to find the bunker empty and a suspicious woman claiming to help them find a weapon to use against Michael. But there is something about her that draws Sam to her. And he really couldn’t put his finger on what it was. Who is this mysterious woman and why does she know so much about the boys?

A/N: When I first started typing this out, did not imagine I would get so much on paper. I figured it would be a bit of a long read but not as long as I currently have it. So, I broke this story into parts. Hopefully, you guys enjoy it and any feedback is welcomed 😊

MASTERLIST

Part 1

 “Sam, I don’t like this one bit.”

              Sam turned to look at Cass who was sitting beside a sleeping Jack. They were only in the car for about 5minutes before Cass spoke up.

“I know Cass, but if it’s our only hope…”

“How can that grace cure him permanently? You both know the struggles I went through when I lost my grace. I barely functioned with the grace I took from other angels. Jack needs his grace back.”

“We get that Cass, but maybe what she meant is that this grace might give him enough time to get his back before the one she has faded out. Its something, Cass.” Dean said as he kept his eyes on the road.

“Look Cass, we all care about Jack. He is our son in a way. And if we have some kind of window to help him at least to not be in pain, then we gotta go for it.” Sam insisted. He took a glance in Jack, really hoping whatever (Y/N) had planned would save the kid.

“I already told Dean if she does anything bad, he can shoot her dead. But let's see if what she has will help. We have nothing to go by so might as well try this.”

Cass looked out the window as he took in Sam’s words. Sam turned back around to look at his computer. He was looking online for (Y/N), social media or anything that gave him a look into who she was.

“Where did she say she came from?”

“She wouldn’t say Cass.” Dean answered back.

The rest if the ride was quiet. Sam couldn’t find anything on (Y/N) and the rest of his hunter contacts said no one has ever heard her name in the circles they ran. Everything was pointing for them to not trust her, but Sam couldn’t shake the feeling off that they should. Once they reached the bunker, Sam moved quickly to open the bunker door as Cass and Dean carried Jack in. They slowly descended the stairwell to find (Y/N) standing at the entrance of the library. Sam couldn’t help but notice how her tough look on her face turned soft when her eyes landed on Jack. A small smile played along her lips as the guys moved Jack to his room. She followed them to Jack’s room, the small black box in hand. Once Dean and Cass got Jack settled on his bed, Cass turned to face (Y/N).

“How are you going to help Jack?”

“Nice to see you too Castiel.”

“I have never met you before, and currently in the situation we are in, it is not all that nice to see a complete stranger who says they can save Jack when we don’t even know who you are exactly.”

              (Y/N) smiled at Cass and nodded her head.

“Can’t blame you on that one Cass. But just so you know, I want Jack to live as much as you guys. So, if you can go outside…”

“I am not leaving this room.”

“Cass, please. Sam and Dean will be in here.”

“Jack is my son, part of our family. Wherever he is, I will be there too.”

              Sam and Dean watched as the stare down between Cass and (Y/N). Eventually (Y/N) smiled and gave in.

“Fine, but no questions nor demands after Jack gets on his two feet. Once he is better, Sam and Dean better go get Rowena and get a hold of that weapon.”

              Cass nodded his head in agreement and moved to stand on one side of the bed, Dean and Sam joining him there. (Y/N) moved to the other side, holding the box to her chest for dear life. Sam could see how white her knuckled were from how tight she clutched the box.

“You were able to get here in one piece correct?”

“Yes m’am,” answered Dean.

“Good,” (Y/N) said as she looked up and the three men in front of her. “I had faith you would make it here safely.”

              (Y/N) opened the small box and took the vial out. They could see how bright the grace glowed inside. Sam looked at Cass, whose eyes were wide in shock. He didn’t say a word, but his face was enough for Sam to wonder exactly whose grace that was. (Y/N) then popped open the vial and placed her finger on the top. She moved a hand to her waist and took out a small knife. Dean jumped forward a bit to tackle her down, but Cass grabbed Dean by the arm to stop him. At the same time, (Y/N) raised her hand up with the knife.

“All I need is a small cut, so this grace can go straight into him.”

              Cass nodded his head quickly. She then moved the knife along Jack’s neck and made the small slit. She then closed the knife and threw it at Cass, catching it midair. (Y/N) immediately placed the vial near the cut and removed her finger that was blocking the grace to come out, letting it flow into Jack. Once the entire content of the vial was in Jack, she removed the vial and let the grace in him heal the cut she made. The four of them watched carefully as Jack didn’t make a move. After a few minutes had passed, Dean turned to (Y/N), the clear anger on his face.

“So, this was supposed to help him yet it’s not working! I swear if he gets worse…”

“He will be fine Dean. Just give it time. He will stay here resting while the three of you go to the witch to get the weapon. Rowena is already on her way.”

“How did you get in touch with her?” Sam asked curiously.

“I have my ways,” (Y/N) answered quietly. “Now, she knows where to find you three. I gave her the directions and to wait for you three as backup.”

              (Y/N) handed Sam a small piece of paper with the coordinates. As their fingers connected, Sam couldn’t help the spark he felt run through them. He looked at (Y/N) in shock, noticing the look in her eyes that confirmed she felt the same shock. She immediately pulled her hand away and turned quickly to her backpack. She pulled out a small knife and handed it to Dean.

“You are the action man here, so if the witch puts up a fight, stab her with this. Aim for her leg or shoulder. The knife will render her powerless and paralyze her as long as it’s in her. If you want to kill her afterward, be my guest. But don’t let her die until she hands over the weapon you need to get rid of Michael.”

“How will we know she is giving us the right weapon?” asked Cass.

“That’s Rowena’s job. I gave her a spell that should reveal the purpose of the weapon. If it shines bright blue, then it’s the weapon you need. If dark red, then it’s not what you are looking for. Just know this witch can see from behind so surprise attacks are no go. Just go straight forward with full force. But only attack if she won’t hand over the weapon to Rowena. I would rather you four not fight but it’s all a just in case.”

              As she spoke, Dean pulled the knife out from its casing. Sam and Cass looked over at Dean, noticing the etchings along the blade.

“Are you some kind of witch?” asked Cass, carefully eyeing (Y/N).

“No, but I did learn a few tricks here and there from my best friend who is a witch.”

              (Y/N) noticed how the three boys kept looking between her and Jack. She sighed and moved to sit in a chair across the room. She placed her hands on the arms and her legs lining up with the legs of the chair.

“If you really don’t trust me alone with the kid, tie me up again. As long as you promise to put this place on lockdown…”

“No need, you won’t be alone here.”

“Sam! Dean! Cass!”

              (Y/N) eyes went wide in fear. She looked between Sam and Dean and got up from the chair, backing into a corner.

“Why is Mary here?”

“You know our mother?” asked Sam, facing (Y/N). He could see how scared she got just hearing Mary’s voice which took him by surprise.

“No, she shouldn’t be here. This wasn’t…she should be at the cabin…she shouldn’t…”

              (Y/N) looked at the door and turned to face the closet in Jack’s room.

“If she is going to be here, she can’t see me.”

              With those words, (Y/N) opened the closet door and went in.

“She can stay but don’t tell her where I am. Make an excuse but she can’t see me right now.”

              The boys couldn’t say another word because (Y/N) shut the closet door at the exact moment Mary opened the door to Jack’s room. She looked at the boys a bit confused since they had confused looks on their faces.

“Ok, why didn’t you guys answer me and where is this girl Bobby told me about?”

“Umm, she isn’t here right now mom.” Sam immediately answered, looking at Dean and Cass with a face that asked them to play along. “She went to get a few things and left us with directions to where we can find a weapon to get rid of Michael.”

“Wait, what? How does she know…”

“Don’t ask mom, just wait here with Jack and we should be back soon,” Dean grumbled as he pushed his way out the room.

              Sam watched as Cass went over to stand by Jack’s bed and gently moved a bit of hair away from Jack’s face. Sam heard Cass whisper, “We will be back soon ok Jack. Trust me, we will find a way to get you better.” Cass then moved away and followed Dean out the room. Sam then noticed the confused look on his mother’s face, causing him to grab her hands and smiled weakly at her.

“Just stay here beside Jack and we will make sure everything is sealed shut. No one comes in or out unless it’s us, ok mom. And about the girl, you will probably see her soon. Call us if Jack wakes up.”

“Ok, Sam. Be careful wherever you boys are going. And come back home safe.”

              Sam hugged his mother and kissed her forehead before letting her go to move out of the room. He made his way to the garage where Dean and Cass were prepping for a fight.

“Seal the bunker yet?” asked Sam as he moved towards the Impala.

“Yeah all that’s left is the door here, but Cass will get that once we move outside. Why don’t you call Rowena and find out if she made it to the witch’s place? Maybe she can give us a clue to who we are going up against.”

              Sam nodded in agreement. As he got into the Impala, Cass and Dean joined him inside. Dean then drove out the bunker’s garage and parked so Cass could go seal the garage door. Dean glanced over at Sam who was on his phone looking for Rowena’s number.

“Let’s hope this (Y/N) chick is right. And when we get back Jack is doing a bit better.”

“I don’t completely trust her Dean,” Cass dictated as he climbed back into the car. “But by what I saw of the grace she gave him, at least I can say I feel confident about that actually making him get better.”

“Well, time to get this show on the road.”

              Sam was finally talking to Rowena as Dean pulled off from the bunker, making their way to the coordinates that (Y/N) gave them. All Sam hoped for was that she really was the answer to their prayers of defeating Michael and maybe after this trip, she will reveal how she knows so much and who she really was.

Part 3

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