#I’m part of the “metatron go fuck yourself” squad

[luna-writes-stuff]

metatron get fucked

[rowdy-revenant]

Guilt and Innocence

Part 4 of Cops and Robbers

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (general masterlist)

Words: 1400+

Beta reader: @unsink-the-titanic

Pairing: Sheriff!Gabriel x reader

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this series! And yes, there’s most likely gonna be a lot of plot holes, but this is why I’m not a mystery writer. I tried. I hope you enjoyed it! 

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“Gabriel, we need to talk.” You said, running up to the sheriff.

“Y/N, Metatron wasn't killed here.” Gabriel said.

“I know. I might know where he was. I also know who was stealing from you.” You explained. You told Gabriel the name.

The sheriff's eyes widened in shock. “What?!”

“Yeah! He owed Crowley money. Lots of it.” You told him.

Gabriel started to put pieces together. “So Metatron figures out who the thief is and decides to confront him.”

“But the thief had already left.” You said. “So Metatron goes to his house and blam! Gets murdered there.”

“Y/N, we can't blindly accuse him!” Gabriel said.

“It's not blind! And the murder weapon might be there, Gabriel, trust me!” You pleaded. Gabriel knew you were right, even if he didn't want to admit it.

“We'll go check it out,” Gabriel said. “But we need a lead.”

“Well, if he thinks you've arrested me, he might run off to get rid of remaining evidence.” You explained. “We follow whoever flees.”

“Ready to create a diversion?” Gabriel asked.

You chuckled. “I've got diversions down to a science.”

“Y/N,” Gabriel sighed, approaching you. “You're under arrest.”

It was seemingly out of nowhere, right in the middle of the police station.

You tried stammering out an answer as your hands were forced behind your back. “Gabriel, I-”

“That's Sheriff Novak to you!” Gabriel exclaimed. Metal cuffs bit into your skin, they'd surely leave a mark later. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.”

Despite the shock of what was happening, you smirked. “Well, I can think of a few things…” Gabriel didn't return the smile. “Please don't make this any more difficult for me.” You were lead from the building into the back of the sheriff's car. The situation was familiar, but this time it was all too different. This time there was Gabriel, who wouldn't even meet your gaze in the rear-view mirror.

Gabriel kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel, mouth shut tight. But the corners of his mouth soon twitched up into a smile. Finally, he let out a laugh. “You got pretty handsy back there.” You chuckled. The sheriff glanced back at you. “Hey, I was just trying to sell it.” Gabriel pulled the car over, walking over to the back where you were sitting. He opened the squad car door and unlocked your handcuffs. “I guess all those years of drama club finally paid off.” You snorted. “You were a theatre kid?” Gabe placed his hand over his heart, faking offense. “I was, and still am, an amazing actor.” He got back into the front, you sitting next to him in the passenger side. “Never sat in the front of a cop car before.” “Well, let's hope that's the only place you'll sit in a cop car from now on,“ Gabriel said. “Now, if my hunch is right-” “If your hunch is right, the real killer will be rushing off to the actual scene of the crime to dispose of any leftover evidence.” You finished. You waited a few minutes, parked inside an alleyway, lying in wait. Sure enough, a figure got into their car and sped out of the parking lot. Gabriel frowned. “I know that car…” “Do you know where its owner lives?” You asked. The sheriff sighed. “Unfortunately, yes.”

Gabriel took a breath, collecting himself before he knocked on the door. He wasn't surprised by who opened it but still wasn't ready to see that man. “Nick.”

“Gabriel?” Lucifer's blue eyes darted between you and the sheriff. “What's going on?” “You were in a rush to get home.” Gabriel stated. “Everything alright?” “Fine, just wasn't feeling well.” Lucifer muttered. You glanced inside, catching sight of a mop, taking in a breath and almost gagging at the sharp stench of cleaning liquid. “Fuck,” You coughed. “If you're so sick, why clean up?” You asked. “I- I-” Lucifer stammered

“Where were you the night of Metatron's murder?” Gabriel asked. The reply was short. “At home.” Gabriel took another step forward. “Metatron was murdered elsewhere by someone who worked for me. Someone with a gambling problem.” Lucifer's eyes looked panicked, like those of a cornered animal. Without another word, he pushed the sheriff to the side and took off running. Gabriel's head hit the corner of the mailbox by Lucifer's door. “Y/N, I'm fine!“ Gabe insisted, clutching his bleeding forehead as you stepped towards him. “Just get Lucifer!“ You nodded and took off. Your feet hit the pavement at an increasing pace as you chased after Lucifer. The detective was fast, but you had experience. You could usually outrun the cops. Lucifer was right in front of you now, panting but not giving up. You jumped forwards, tackling the suspect at his waist. He hit the sidewalk hard, grimacing at the pain. Foot pressed against his back, you kept him in place.

“Nick Morningstar,” Gabriel panted, catching up to you and handcuffing the colleague he once trusted. “You’re under arrest for the murder of Metatron Curtis.”

Gabriel walked out the interrogation room, fingers drumming against the side of his leg.

You leaned against a wall outside, two paper cups in hand. “Hey.” You said, a sympathetic smile on your face.

“Hey.” Gabe replied.

“I got you a coffee,” You told him, raising the drink. “Extra sugar. Just the way you like it.”

He took it, nodding towards his office. You followed him in and took a seat as he close the door behind you.

“Did he confess?” You asked.

Gabriel sat behind his desk, raising his feet up on the table. “Didn’t have much of a choice. They found the murder weapon hidden in his house with his prints on it. It took a while but…” Gabriel sighed. Lucifer was an old friend. It was hard to do this, but necessary. “Lucifer dug himself into a hole. Owed a loan shark money but had nowhere to get it. Nowhere but here.”

“When everyone’s favourite ex-thief shows up, that’s when he struck, yeah? Tried to pin it on me?” You added.

Gabriel nodded. “Exactly. Metatron figured it out, confronted Lucifer at his house, and was stabbed in the heat of the moment with a kitchen knife. Lucifer dumped the body here and wiped the security footage.”

You put the coffee on his desk. “Don’t beat yourself up about this. You’re just doing your job.”

Gabe nodded. “But I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I’m sure you could’ve.”

“Nope. You’re a part of this team now, whether you like it or not. We need you.” Gabriel smiled. “I need you.”

You bit your lip. “About that… What are we?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you took me out on a date for starters.” You explained. “And we’ve sort of been flirting. I just couldn’t tell if it actually meant something.”

“I like you, Y/N. If you want to be more serious, then that’s what I want. If you want to forget it all and just be friends, then that’s fine by me.” Gabriel said, taking one of your hands in his.

“You’d date a criminal?” You asked.

“You’re not a criminal.”

“I was a criminal.”

“Not anymore you’re not.” Gabriel said. “I like you for who you are now, not who you were.”

You laughed. “You’re such a sap.”

“Yeah, and you love it.” Gabe replied, grinning. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He passed you over a couple papers.

“What’s this?” You asked.

“Call it a one minute anniversary gift. Read it.”

You looked over the paper, heart racing as you took in the information. You had to re-read them just to make sure you weren’t wrong about this. “Civilian consultant?”

“Bingo!” Gabriel said. “You were doing well with the intern thing, and I convinced a few people you turned over a new leaf.”

“Gabriel I…” You tried to speak but you couldn’t find the right words. “This is great! Thank you!”

“Stay on the good side of the law and it’ll all work out.” Gabriel assured you. “To us.” He added, lifting up his coffee.

“To us.” You echoed, raising yours. You took a sip then set the cup down. “Do I get a badge?”

“Don’t push it.”

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