#different trickster gabriel

[a-vibing-potato]

This might just be an 11:30 PM burst of inspiration but... Gabriel in Hammer of the Gods actually might be the thing that makes me write fanfic for the first time in my life because oh my GOSH this MAN. He's so fucking funny and such a diva and definitely loves brainrot and is also bi and listens to hyperpop music and teases Cas and loves Sam and I have so many headcanons right now what do I do (write fanfic).

So....

Anyone got any tips for a first time fanfic writer because I would GREATLY appreciate ANYTHING. I do consider myself to be a writer (even though I haven't really written anything in a hot minute, so I might be a tad rusty but not too bad) and I've written short stories and started WAY too many novels that haven't gotten near finished for years but I've never done fanfic with pre-established characters. How is it different from normal writing with OCs and original worlds and plots? And do you do anything different with the fanfic planning/writing process or do you just kinda wing it or what? Absolutely looking forward to any advice because I've wanted to write fanfic for a while but keep convincing myself not to.

[idk6505]

⋆˙⟡ Just a visit ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

Y/n sighs as she looks around the empty motel room. Her brothers were gone, either researching or hunting without her. She didn’t care much. She did research with them before the nap she was now waking up from.

Just as she laid back down and closed her eyes she heard the swish of wings. “The boys aren’t here right now Castiel. Come back to flirt with Dean later” she mumbled.

“Well I hate to break it to you, Cherry pie, but it is your one and only trickster” as Gabriel speaks she opens one of her eyes to make sure it was him. She could see his wings.

This was something she was getting used to. She wasn’t sure how it happened but she started to be able to see angels’ wings for the last maybe few months. She hadn’t seen Gabriel in that time.

She yawns as she sit up and waves a hand over for him to come closer. His wings were golden brown although probably more golden. It was different than other angels. He also had more wings. He had 3 sets of 2.

“What’s that face for? I thought you’d be excited to see me?” Gabriel chuckled as he took a few steps closer until he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Y/n rolls her eyes at him but nods. “I am happy to see you. I’m just getting used to this new thing. It’s so strange. I can see your wings and when Castiel is around I can see his wings” she mumbled softly.

She didn’t know how else to explain it. She sighs as she looked up at him. “You know if my brothers see you they’ll try to kill you” she mumbled as she kissed his cheek gently. This was all so stupid. She should be able to date an angel in peace. Dean was practically eye-fucking Castiel since he met him.

She didn’t want him to leave though. She liked their moments in between. She liked the break from whatever was happening with her brothers. She liked being close with him. She didn’t really know when it became something more akin to dating because it started out with him popping in while she was hunting or spending late nights with her when her brothers wouldn’t be back until morning.

At some point a long the way it became visits when either of them were bored or longer conversations when her brothers were asleep. It became cuddling and kisses in secret. It became hunting together, learning things about each other in all the space between the big moments that had to do with her siblings.

“Well sugarplum, I’m sure you’ll be glad to know I don’t care. I wanted to see my girlfriend and they’ll find out one day” he shrugged as he sat down on the edge of the bed. She rolled her eyes.

Damn him for being cute.

“Mmm you didn’t shiver when saying ‘girlfriend’ this time, that’s progress” she joked a little and leaned over just a little to gently place her lips on his. Her cheeks flushing a little when he kissed her back. Slowly their lips moved in sync, melting together as if they were to become one if they kissed hard enough.

When she broke the kiss she giggled a little as she looked at him and saw how he had a goofy smile on. She yelped a little when he pulled her onto his lap but once she was settled she wrapped her arms around his shoulder.

“What did you really come to visit for? I know you. You hate coming to see me when I’m hunting with my brothers. You don’t like getting interrupted” she mumbled.

Gabriel shrugged and started to pepper kissed all over her face. “Maybe I came just so that they’ll find out about us” he teased as he continued to press little kisses wanting to hear the symphony of her laughter.

Y/n giggles and tries to get to him to stop but she doesn’t really want him to. She wished that he wouldn’t have to go the minute her brothers showed up.

“I don’t think they’d appreciate that very much. They still think you’re dead” she mumbled softly and pecked his lips gently.

Sadie’s notes: sooo I know it’s not the Bridgerton fic but this popped into my brain and I had to write it. I didn’t proof read it but I still hope you enjoyed it.

taglist: idk who to tag

Divider credit: @saradika-graphics

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Supernatural Masterlist 2

Dean Winchester & Little Sister!Reader:

My Hero

Hold Me

My Job

Strong Enough

Need

Here For (big sister version)

Here For (little sister version)

Not You

Tickle…Spider?

Trade

Let You Down

Trust

Cuddle Buddy

Addiction

Dean’s Girl

Target Practice

Sam Winchester & little sister!reader

Worry

Triggers

Abandon

Winchester Brothers & little sister!reader

Reunion

Reunion part 2

Busted

Apple Pie

You’ll Never Guess

Family

Sleepyhead

Queen of Hell

It’s Me

Save Me, Brother

Steak and Pie

Man’s Best Friend

My Turn

Sick Day

Confessions

Cuddle Day

Psych

The Loudest Silence

In Remembrance

Room for Two

Almost

A Broken Outing

Be Here

Hide and Seek

Always

Seat Belts Save Lives

Back Off

Heat of the Moment

No Big Deal

Party Time

Bring Me to Life

Something to Hold Onto (Sam & big sister, Dean & little sister)

Search and Rescue

Hope

Furry Friend

Bullies

Stupid Reasons

Heatwave

Love Language

The Family Business

All the Difference

John Winchester & daughter!reader

Princess

Rage Monster

One Big Family

To Save a Life

Long Day

Daughter Problems

Team Free Will 2.0 & Winchester!reader

67

One Big Family

Hold My Hand, part 2

Team Free Will & Winchester!reader

Best Friends

The Good In You

Prom Night

Big Family

Fight Club, Part 2

Bed time

Like Father, Like Daughter

Just Keep Breathing

Just Keep Breathing, part 2

Angelic Interference

Castiel & Winchester!reader (platonic)

Guardian Angel

Caretaker

Let It Out

Take Care

Dean Winchester & Daughter!reader

Quality Time

Daddy’s Girl

Hexed?

Forgive and Forget

What Matters Most

About A Girl

Sam Winchester & Daughter!reader

Just Like You

Hotheads

A Father’s Love?

1440 Minutes

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Opposites React (rugby player au)

Sam Winchester x reader

Home Sweet Home

Gabriel & Winchester!reader (platonic)

Trickster’s Pet, part 2

Rowena Macleod & Winchester!reader (platonic)

Auntie Row

[supernaturalscribe67]

Destiny

Words: 7,528

POV: 3rd Person

Pairing: Gabriel x Male!Winchester!Reader

Warning(s): Fluff, Slight Angst (if you squint), Language, Brotherly Drama/Teasing, Sexual Innuendos

Summary: (Y/N) Winchester never thought he would have to play a prominent role in the fight between Michael and Lucifer, but when Gabriel's attempt at convincing Sam and Dean to accept their destiny fails, (Y/N) is left pondering the situation at hand. What happens when Gabriel reveals the truth behind his disappearance from Heaven and his own role in the fight?

Heavily Inspired by S5.8 "Changing Channels"

Request:

Hey!! I was hoping you would be able to do this request.

It could feature hurt/comfort, angst, and fluff :)

Gabriel x Winchester!Reader

He could be trans or cis, up to you.

There was a younger Winchester brother, and with 3 full blooded Winchesters meant of course, a 3rd vessel. Gabriel's vessle. You both aren't keen on the idea of possession and end up falling for each other? Destiny had brought them together for battle but their hearts yearned for something else.

(something along those lines atleast)

:D

@genekies

A/N: I've sat here for the last ten minutes staring at the Summary because my brain is non-existent right now. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this! Sorry it's so late! I also hope you don't mind that I changed the 'younger' Winchester to a middle Winchester~ I enjoyed writing something cute and fluffy after that heavy story I posted! Feedback is appreciated!

~ Much Love!

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“Son of a bitch.” 

“It’s him. It’s Doctor Sexy.” 

“Nutcracker!”

“I’ve got genital herpes.”

(Y/N) blamed himself for this. Why he thought any hunt he and his brothers did would be normal was beyond him. When was anything the Winchesters did ever normal?

He could count on one hand the number of times he’d encountered tricksters, none of them pleasant. Still, something about this trickster was different. Slight abnormalities in the realm of possibilities, Sam, Dean, and Castiel all agreed, Castiel seeming to know more than them, but unable to voice his thoughts before being whisked away by said ‘trickster’. From there, the Winchester brothers were tossed from TV show to TV show, enduring humiliation and awkward conversation. It wasn’t until Sam was transformed into the Impala that it clicked. 

It wasn’t a trickster. It was an angel. 

That was how they ended up in an abandoned warehouse, the angel stood in the center of a ring of Holy Fire. (Y/N) tried to hide the exhaustion on his face that resulted from their hectic escapades. What he would kill to go back to their motel, crawl under the scratchy covers, and go to sleep. 

“Where’s you get the Holy Oil?” The angel asked, a small smirk playing on the corner of his lips. 

“Well, I guess you could say we pulled it out of Sam’s ass,” Dean replied, straight-faced. 

Sam clenched his jaw and sent a death glare towards him. (Y/N) snickered, earning him the same glare. He pressed his lips together, mumbled a faint ‘sorry’ under his breath, and turned his attention back towards the wannabe trickster. 

The smirk he had vanished. “Where’d I screw up?” He asked. 

“You didn’t,” Sam shook his head. “Nobody gets a jump on Cas like you did.” 

“It was the way you talked about Armageddon,” Dean explained. 

“Meaning?” The angel furrowed his brows. 

“Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they’re talking about their own family.” 

The angel looked away and lowered his head, a silent confirmation of their suspicions. 

“So, which one are you?” Sam cocked his head to the side. “Grumpy, Sneezy, or Douchey?” 

(Y/N) bit the inside of his cheeks, lowering his head to hide the small smile that appeared. Despite the gravity of the situation, he had to admit that Sam’s question was a little funny. He blamed it on him being tired. He was quick to erase the expression off his face before lifting his head. The angel’s gaze shifted over to Sam, and he hesitated for a moment.

“Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel.” 

“The archangel?” Sam asked. 

“Guilty.” 

“Okay, Gabriel. How does an archangel become a trickster?” Dean questioned. 

Gabriel shifted. “I consider it my own, private Witness Protection. I skipped out of Heaven, got a face transplant, and carved out my own little corner of the world. Until you three screwed it up,” his tone was full of irritation. 

(Y/N), Sam, and Dean shared a glance, almost as if communicating telepathically with one another - something they had become accustomed to growing up. While they knew significant details about the conflict between the archangels Michael and Lucifer, it seemed, to them, that the situation ran a lot deeper than it originally appeared. 

“So, boys, now what?” Gabriel’s voice broke them out of their trance. “Are we just going to stare at each other for the rest of eternity?” 

Dean licked his lips. ‘Well, first of all, you’re going to bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him.” 

“Oh, am I?”

“Yeah, or we’re going to dunk you in some Holy Oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel.” 

Gabriel clenched his jaw, looking over at Sam, then at (Y/N). All of them shared the same serious expression. Poking his tongue into his cheek, he raised a hand and snapped his fingers. Shuffling could be heard behind the trio as they turned their heads to see a disheveled Castiel. His hair was more ruffled than usual, and a small cut ran across the bridge of his nose. Blood was splattered on the collar of his trenchcoat. He stumbled slightly. 

“Cas, you okay?” (Y/N) asked. 

“I’m fine,” Castiel replied, his icy gaze locked on Gabriel. “Hello, Gabriel.” 

Gabriel lowered his hand, crossed his arms over his chest, and smiled tightly. “Hey, bro. How’s the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful,” Gabriel’s tone was harsh. 

The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. It was obvious that there was more going on in Heaven than the Winchesters were led to believe. Multiple sides mean multiple stories. Who knows what really happened? 

“Alright, let’s get out of here. Sam, (Y/N)?” Dean slowly started to step towards the exit. 

Sam was the first to move, while (Y/N) seemed hesitant. In the end, he, too, turned his back on Gabriel and made his way towards his brothers. Castiel soon followed. 

“No,” Gabriel muttered. “Okay…hey, guys, so…” he stumbled over his words. “So what, huh? You’re just, you’re just gonna leave me here forever?” 

When the group reached the door, they all turned back to him. 

“No,” Dean began. “We’re not, because we don’t screw with people the way you do. And, for the record, this isn’t about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can’t be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family.” 

Gabriel opened his mouth, as if to object, but stopped himself. He lowered his head in shame, turning his back to them. Wordlessly, Dean looked back, spotting a fire alarm on the wall. He easily broke the glass surrounding the alarm and pulled the handle. A shrill, faded sound echoed within the broken building. As Gabriel looked up, the aged sprinkler system burst open, showering him with cold water. Gabriel gazed at them, his face filled with defeat. 

“Don’t say I’ve never done anything for you,” Dean called out over the sound of the alarm. 

With that, Sam, Dean, and Castiel turned their backs one last time on Gabriel, walking out of the building. (Y/N), however, stayed put, his eyes locked onto Gabriel’s. He studied the look of hurt on his face, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of guilt. A part of him wanted to say something, to turn around and provide him with some type of comfort. They didn’t know what Gabriel was going through, nor what had caused him to leave Heaven in the first place. Perhaps, all he needed was someone to be there. To allow him to be heard. (Y/N) could relate to that feeling. Alas, as the ring of Holy Fire began to dissipate, over the blaring sound of the alarm, he could hear the faint shout of his older brother calling out his name. (Y/N) looked at the warehouse door, the breeze from the early morning shifting his wetting hair, then back to Gabriel. For a moment, he cast an apologetic look his way before he, swiftly, left the building. 

*~*

A couple of weeks after the incident with Gabriel, (Y/N) couldn’t seem to keep his thoughts at bay. Although his brothers had all since left the interaction behind them, refocusing their attention on their odd hunting jobs, (Y/N) couldn’t shake the reminder of the expression on Gabriel’s face. He had taken the time to carefully consider what Gabriel had been going through, or what he had been through before he had left Heaven. Sure, he wasn’t aware of the extent of it all, but he could sure sympathize with how it felt to be stuck between his brothers during their spats. Sam and Dean never threatened the sanctity of Heaven over their problems, but still. 

(Y/N) had taken many walks since then, because sleep had been so easily unobtainable. On nights when Sam and Dean slept soundly on their motel room beds - or couch, depending on who lost in the coin toss - (Y/N) would slink out of the room into the night. Alternatively, in the morning, if sleep didn’t come after the first walk, he would go on another, ultimately stopping for breakfast on his way back to the motel to appease his brothers. 

Sam and Dean were none the wiser. 

On those walks, his mind would always shift to Gabriel and the predicament he was in. In a way, he disagreed with what Dean had said to Gabriel. But, with everything that was said by Gabriel, himself, he partially agreed with it as well. Why was Gabriel so adamant about Sam and Dean allowing Lucifer and Michael to take possession of them for a fight that he wasn’t even willing to fight himself? He felt so in the dark about the whole debacle. Although he wasn’t directly involved in it, he was still interested to know what the fate of his brothers could be. It was thoughts and questions like those that kept his mind racing in the early hours of the morning, making him unable to get an adequate amount of sleep. 

That night was no different. The three of them had traveled to a town along the East Coast, following the clues of a possible Wendigo. The case had just started, and the interviews and clues left much to be desired. They weren’t even close to pinpointing the approximate area in the nearby woodland where it could reside. Sam and Dean were running thin, and (Y/N) was no help. Not with the way his mind had been racing lately. It wasn’t like he could help it, though. He tried, he did, and a part of him couldn’t see how Sam and Dean were able to concentrate whilst everything was going on in Heaven. He had always envied them for their sense of focus, something he lacked greatly at times. When he started the walks, clearing his mind was his initial goal, but going out on his own, in the dead of night, only seemed to make his thoughts louder. 

The town was small, and barely had much of a park, just some cheap playground equipment that looked as if it needed to be updated and a small trail. (Y/N) was thankful for the benches that were laid along the path. Despite the park’s size, it had a beautiful view; a full panoramic of the deep, dark ocean past craggy cliffs, cut off by a steel fence. The ocean was loud and, despite the distance from the land to the sea, mist sprayed (Y/N)’s face faintly, painting his features with minuscule water droplets. He had worn a jacket that night. Even though it was surprisingly hot during the day, as soon as the sun dropped, the temperatures did as well. 

(Y/N) had been sat on the bench for close to an hour. If he had to guess, it was nearly midnight. Not once had he been able to keep Gabriel out of his mind. Gabriel, the fight, Sam, and Dean, all took turns at the forefront of his brain, but Gabriel won most of the time. He always drifted to the sad, kicked puppy-dog look he had before he left. He couldn’t imagine what Gabriel had to go through. (Y/N) thought Sam and Dean were impossible to be with all the time, but he couldn’t fathom being near Michael and Lucifer as much as Gabriel must have. He must have been quite burnt out. 

“Do you mind if I sit here?” A voice jerked (Y/N) from his train of thought. 

(Y/N) jumped, eyes wide as he looked towards the direction of the voice. Stood, about a foot away from the bench, was Gabriel. His expression was soft, his brown hair partially damp, the locks illuminated slightly by the nearby street lamp. Once his heart rate began to return to normal, (Y/N) nodded and gestured towards the empty seat next to him. 

“Sure,” he mumbled. 

With a short nod, Gabriel shuffled over and sat down, leaning against the back of the bench. His legs were slightly spread and his hands were clasped together in his lap. For a moment, the two of them sat in silence, listening to the sound of the crashing waves from below. Even though Gabriel had done so much to the Winchesters as a part of his trickster ‘Witness Protection’, (Y/N) didn’t feel any resentment towards him, nor did he feel agitation, even with his proximity. A part of him thought he should be, that was how Dean would react, at least. Shouldn’t he be at least a little bit pissed? Perhaps it was the weeks of thinking, working the idea into his head that he and Gabriel could, potentially, have more in common than he originally thought. It could be that he was more forgiving than his brother. In the end, (Y/N) chalked it up to him being a great judge of character. 

“How did you find me?” (Y/N) broke the silence. 

“What?” Gabriel asked. 

“How did you find me? These symbols, or whatever, Cas put on my ribs were supposed to stop angels from being able to find me. Or did he just tattoo my ribs for nothing?” 

Gabriel let out a faint chuckle and shook his head. “I admit, you were hard to find. All I did, though, was follow the sound of your prayers. They were quieter than most, but they were still noticeable.” 

(Y/N) looked over at Gabriel, confused. “Prayers? I didn’t pray to you.” 

“I guess not technically. I know that wasn’t your intention half the time, but, every time you thought of me, asked those questions, made those statements, it was as if you did.” 

(Y/N) pursed his lips and gave a faint nod. “I see…”

They were, once again, engulfed in silence as they stared out onto the water. No one said anything. Surprisingly, it was peaceful.

“I guess I should be asking why you found me. Why are you here, Gabriel?” (Y/N) asked. 

Gabriel hesitated for a moment, fumbling with his fingers. “Look, I’m not good at this sort of thing, but…” he trailed. “I thought I should come here and apologize. For everything.” 

(Y/N) looked over at Gabriel as he placed his hands into his jacket pockets and leaned back against the bench. “Shouldn’t you be apologizing to Sam and Dean, too?” 

Gabriel snorted. “Are you kidding? Those two would probably stab me before I even had the chance to say anything.” 

(Y/N) smirked. “I guess you’re right. The fact that you were practically hounding them to accept being Michael and Lucifer’s vessels doesn’t help your case either.” 

“Yeah, I realized that I probably went about it the wrong way.” 

“Probably?” 

“Okay, I definitely went about it the wrong way.” 

“That’s putting it lightly.” (Y/N) mumbled. “Why the fight, Gabriel? I mean, why now?” 

Gabriel shrugged his shoulders. “Michael and Luci have been going at it for centuries. Even before this fight, they were at each other’s throats half the time.” he began to rub his fingers together. “But, this fight…it wasn’t originally supposed to only be those two.” 

(Y/N) furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?” 

“Well,” Gabriel stuttered before he stood up. Slowly, he began to pace back and forth in front of (Y/N), looking between the ground and his hands. “You know what it’s like, right? Your brothers are arguing about the dumbest things and they’ve been going at it for a while, getting a little carried away, so you have to step in and, um,” 

“Be the mediator?” 

“Yeah! You have to try and calm them down so they don’t kill each other?” 

“Well, yeah, I’ve had to do that plenty of times with Sam and Dean.” 

“Right. Back then, I had to do the same thing with Michael and Luci. Sometimes it worked, and other times, not so much. With this fight, that’s what I was supposed to do.” 

“Wait, this fight that they want to use Sam and Dean for? How’re you supposed to mediate that?” 

“I was just supposed to make sure they didn’t actually kill each other. Try to get them to talk it out. I’ve always been good at that, so it would only make sense that I would take a crack at it this go around. However, since they would be at their full power in their vessels, the last thing that needed to happen was for them to turn on me, kill me, and then each other. So, to make sure I had enough power, I, also, have to have a vessel.” 

Gabriel stopped pacing in front of him and finally faced him, his hands together in front of him. (Y/N) stared at him intently, eyes narrowed in concentration. It was as if Gabriel could see the gears working in his mind. If Michael needed a vessel, which was Dean, and Lucifer needed a vessel, which was Sam, then, that meant…

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Am I your vessel?” He breathed. 

“Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!” Gabriel smirked, although it wasn’t as confident as the one he had when he was covered by his trickster persona. 

(Y/N)’s mouth sat agape. He was gobsmacked. His lips moved up and down as he tried to form words, but his mind nor mouth would work. It all made sense, though. Why would Sam and Dean be the only vessels? Why had he never considered that he, too, was destined to be one? It was clear as glass, yet, the thought never crossed his mind. 

“You know, when you think about it, it kind of makes sense that you’re my vessel. I mean, you’re the mediator, I’m the mediator. You’re the middle child, I’m practically the middle child. There are, actually, a lot of similarities between you and me. So, it was a great pick,” Gabriel rambled, placing his hands on his hips.

(Y/N) help his hand up. “Gabriel, just…stop.” 

Gabriel looked down and cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he pursed his lips. 

(Y/N) sat there and attempted to wrap his head around the whole situation. His thoughts were foggy and the front of his head was starting to pound. He reached his hands up and began to massage his temples. 

“So, what you’re saying,” (Y/N) let out a breathy chuckle. “Is that you, the archangel Gabriel, are supposed to use me as a mediator for your two power-hungry brothers who, may I remind you, are also archangels?” 

Slowly, Gabriel nodded. “Basically.” 

“And you think this is a good idea?” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“What?” 

Gabriel sighed. “Look,” He returned to his spot on the bench next to (Y/N), his body now facing him. “The times when my mediation did work was when they had their smaller fights. Little bickers here and there. When Michael and Luci are really, really mad at each other, nothing can get between them. So, most likely, what would happen is I would need to get involved in the fight to stop them.” 

“Oh, God,” (Y/N) grumbled and placed his face into his hands.

“But, believe me, that is the last thing I want to do. I mean, Michael and Luci, they’re both strong on their own, but, if they were to team up against me for trying to stop them, even with you as my vessel, I don’t stand a chance. It would be two against one.” 

(Y/N) just nodded, running his hands down his face, his gaze returning to the cool, pounding waves. A chill ran down his spine. He hadn’t realized how cold he had gotten, what with the mix of wind and misty air.

“Why are you telling me this now?” He asked quietly. “Why wasn’t I told any of this before?” 

“Well, when I went off the grid, everyone just assumed that it was my way of backing out of the fight. In a way, I guess they were right.” 

“And back at the warehouse? Why didn’t you tell me then?”

“Because I still had no intention of joining the fight. However, after what Dean had said to me…” Gabriel shook his head. “I realized that he was right. I am a coward. I tried to push your brothers into accepting their roles as vessels because I want this fight to be done and over with. I just wish the fight didn’t have to happen. I figured it would be wrong if I didn’t tell you now. You deserve to know.” 

“Well, I appreciate that. And, for the record, I don’t want this fight to happen either. The last thing I want is my brothers to get involved in something that has nothing to do with them.”

“The fight’s gonna happen one way or another, and I thought getting your brothers to go along would be the best way to go about it. Once I listened to your prayers, though, I realized how it would affect you. I know you wouldn’t want to lose either one of your brothers, even though they can be assholes sometimes.” 

(Y/N) snorted. “Like you’re one to talk.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, unlike your brothers, mine can be caring and nice when they want to be.” 

“Believe it or not, Michael and Luci both have the capability of being nice! I witnessed it firsthand.” 

“Bullshit!” 

“It’s not! Granted, they were a whole lot nicer when they were fledglings, kind of got a little rocky as they got older, but they could still be nice!” 

“Wait, wait, wait, fledglings?” 

“Yeah.”

“What’re fledglings?” 

“Newborn angels.”

“So…baby angels?” 

“In a sense,” Gabriel shrugged. A mischievous smirk then appeared at the corner of his lips. “Do you want to hear some embarrassing stories about when Michael and Luci were younger?” 

“Of course I do,” (Y/N) sat back, turning his body to face Gabriel as well. 

“Okay, but, in return, you have to tell me some embarrassing stories about your brothers.”

(Y/N) bit his lip as he contemplated the offer. Finally, he smirked. “Deal.” 

For the next while, Gabriel and (Y/N) went back and forth, sharing their embarrassing stories from their abnormal families. They joked, laughed, and, overall, had a good time. Not only did it lighten the mood from the bombshell Gabriel had dropped, but it allowed them to grasp a basic understanding of their past and present lives. 

There were a few things (Y/N) learned throughout their conversation. One; Gabriel and his brothers shared some scary similarities with the Winchesters in regards to mannerisms and attitudes. Two; Gabriel could talk for a millenia if he was given the opportunity. And three; (Y/N) felt oddly calm around Gabriel. It hadn’t even struck him how easily Gabriel was able to shift the conversation as smoothly as he did. (Y/N) wasn’t too sure how he could feel that way around him. As they sat there and talked, after everything that was said, and after everything that happened with the warehouse incident - he’ll never forget the nutcracker - he couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of comfort around him. There was something about Gabriel that filled (Y/N) with a sense of peace and belonging, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it as to why that was. 

It wasn’t like he was complaining, though. 

They talked until the moon sat near the far end of the sky. Unbeknownst to them, the two had begun to scoot closer to one another as the conversation continued, getting to the point where their knees and shoulders were touching. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward. Neither of them pulled away out of instinct. It felt right. It felt natural. 

Gabriel droned on and on about, yet, another story when Lucifer was a young angel. He seemed to have more stories about him than he did of Michael. (Y/N) was quite the opposite. He had more stories about Dean than he did with Sam. Both of them laughed as Gabriel tried his best to continue. 

“So - so Dad got angry because Lucifer kept letting the bugs out of their sanctuary, and -” Gabriel looked over at (Y/N), and his smile vanished. 

(Y/N) glanced up at him, noticing the change of demeanor instantly. His smile, too, disappeared. “Is something wrong?” 

As he kept his eye on him, Gabriel reached up and gently brushed his thumb against (Y/N)’s bottom lip. (Y/N) felt his cheeks heat up and his brows furrow in confusion. 

“Your lips are blue,” Gabriel stated. He glanced up at the sky and his brows shot up. “I am so sorry. I didn’t realize we had been out here so long.” Gabriel sat up. 

“How long how we been out here?” (Y/N) dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. 

3:27 AM

“Oh shit,” he mumbled as he quickly stood up. 

His legs and ass were completely numb, causing him to sway at the rapid movement. Gabriel was by his side in an instant, hands on his shoulders to steady him. They had been out together for, close to, four hours. No wonder (Y/N)’s lips were blue. He shivered, teeth chattering lightly. Once (Y/N) was able to stand on his own, Gabriel took off his jacket and draped it over (Y/N)’s shoulders. (Y/N) shook his head. 

“Oh, no, Gabriel, it’s okay. I just need to get back to the motel.” He stuttered tiredly. 

“I’m the reason you were out here for so long. Consider it a, um, token of my appreciation for talking to me,” Gabriel smiled sweetly.

(Y/N) returned the smile. “Well, thank you for keeping me company.” 

“Let me take you back to the motel.” 

“No. If Sam and Dean see you, they’ll kill you and then me.”

“Then I won’t let them see me.”

Without another word, Gabriel reached up and pressed his index and middle fingers against (Y/N)’s forehead. (Y/N) inhaled shakily and closed his eyes. One second, he was standing in the park, then, the next, he and Gabriel were standing in front of the Winchester’s motel room. He breathed a sigh of relief once he saw the faded numbers etched onto the door. 

“Thank you,” he smiled and retrieved the key from his pocket. 

“Anytime. And, uh, if you ever feel the need to talk again under better weather conditions, feel free to pray. When the prayers are sent directly to me, it’s a lot easier for me to hear.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

“Now go warm up.”

(Y/N) flashed Gabriel one last smile as he turned the key to the room and opened the door. Gabriel vanished. 

Moonlight pooled in through the cracked door as (Y/N) crept into the room. He felt the warmth flood his face and hands as he entered. Despite the heavy jacket he had gone out with, having spent hours in the windy, misty park, he was bound to get cold eventually. He didn’t think he would get that cold, though.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see Sam sleeping soundly on his stomach, face nuzzled against the cheap pillow, and Dean sprawled out on the couch, legs and arms spread in uncomfortable positions that he would undoubtedly complain about the next day, mouth slightly open, and drool coating his chin and pillow. (Y/N) was thankful for his stealth ability.

Slowly, he made his way over to the unoccupied bed and crawled underneath the covers. Not bothering to change his clothes or take off his shoes, he nestled into the thick - yet somehow extremely thin - comforter. His eyes closed as soon as his head hit the pillow.

*~*

That was the best night’s sleep he had gotten in ages. 

Well, it would have been, had he not been awoken by a flying pillow to the face.

(Y/N) groaned as he opened his eyes ever so slightly. The sunlight beamed in through the window, caressing his skin, and he hated it. He glanced tiredly in the direction that the pillow came from and found Dean with an amused grin spread across his lips.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” Dean greeted.

“Fuck off,” (Y/N) grunted as he grabbed the pillow and chucked it lazily back at him. He missed terribly. 

“Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Sam teased as he sat a cup of steaming coffee on the nightstand next to (Y/N).

“Thanks,” he mumbled and sat up. “And I just got a pillow thrown at my face, am I supposed to jump for joy and sing Kumbaya?” 

“Are you sure it’s the pillow and has nothing to do with you getting back so late?” Dean quirked a brow.

(Y/N) went to reach for the coffee cup, but stopped himself. He glanced at Dean, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed. “How do you know about that?” 

“Well, one, you’re wearing the exact same thing you were wearing yesterday, plus you wore your shoes to bed. Two, I heard you getting back last night,”

“Bullshit. You were passed out.”

“Do you realize how loud you stumbled in? I’m surprised Sammy didn’t wake up because of it. My third point, though,” Dean pointed down to his brother’s chest. “That’s not your jacket. So…did you get lucky?” 

(Y/N) looked down at himself and his brows raised. He was still wearing Gabriel’s jacket. He had been so tired and cold last night that he had completely forgotten to take it off or even give it back. He reached up and played with the collar gently. He had to remember to thank Gabriel for giving it to him.

Oh, wait, prayers! Thank you for the jacket, Gabriel!

“Well?” Dean pressed.

“Huh?” (Y/N) looked over at him. 

“Did you get lucky?” 

(Y/N) snorted. “If I got lucky, do you think I would be here right now?”

“Not unless it was bad.”

“Would that mean I still got ‘lucky’ if it was bad? What kind of luck is that?” 

“You’re dodging the question.”

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. “No, Dean, I didn’t get lucky.”

“Then who’d you meet?” Sam asked.

“Why does it matter?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Because you’re smiling,” Dean pointed out, taking a sip of his coffee. “And you don’t smile like that normally. It’s kind of freaky.”

“Oh, fuck off, Dean,”

(Y/N) hadn’t even realized he had been smiling, but he could hear it in his voice. Dean was right, it had been ages since he had smiled like that. His cheeks were starting to hurt. He reached over, took a sip of his coffee, then put it down. He stood up from his spot on the bed and stretched his aching muscles.

“So,” Dean pursed his lips. “Who was it?”

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you, Dean?”

“Nope,” Dean popped.

(Y/N) shook his head. “It was just this guy that I met at the bar. He bought me a drink, we sat and talked and, when the bar closed, we went to the nearest park and continued our talk.”

Dean’s smirk faltered and was replaced with a frown. “That’s it? You just…talked?” 

“Yeah,” (Y/N) shrugged.

“You’re more boring than Sam,”

“Hey!” Sam exclaimed.

“What do you want me to say, Dean? ‘I found this guy at the bar, we went to the park, I gave him head, he gave me a twenty, said ‘no homo’, and walked away’?” (Y/N) asked. 

“Well, that would have been a hell of a lot more entertaining than ‘we just talked’.”

(Y/N) waved him off. “Whatever,” he mumbled, then kicked his shoes off.

Sam took a sip of his coffee and cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t get too comfortable. We’re gonna go look for that Wendigo.”

“I’m taking a shower before we go, so…” (Y/N) stuck his tongue out at Sam.

Sam smirked and shook his head as (Y/N) gathered some of his clothes from his duffel bag. Without another word, he vanished into the bathroom.

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(Y/N) was sick for a week after that. As it turns out, cold air and wet hair don’t necessarily mix well. At first, he tried to push through it, but fatigue and a sore throat caught up to him and left him on research duty for the duration of the Wendigo hunt. During that time, whenever Sam and Dean were out looking for clues, leaving him alone in the stuffy motel room, he would pray to Gabriel. Gabriel would be quick to respond.

The two would sit and talk for hours, idle chit-chat here and there, and would always seem to dance around the topic of the fight one way or another. Those talks continued well after (Y/N) felt better and the Wendigo hunt concluded. (Y/N) resumed his nightly walks, and Gabriel would accompany him. In the mornings, when Sam and Dean would occasionally catch onto (Y/N)’s disappearing acts, he would play it off as a spontaneous trip to the local bar scene, fabricating stories about meeting a dreamy man he would talk to or go back to his place. It wasn’t a complete lie, so he didn’t feel as bad when he told them. 

As the months went on, (Y/N) could feel himself growing fonder of Gabriel. It was a strong feeling. Is that what love felt like? He could only assume. Yet, the feeling was more than that. He felt connected to him in a much stronger sense of the word. A spiritual sense, perhaps? He couldn’t quite pinpoint the cause of those feelings, but the last thing he was going to do was fight himself on them, despite how obvious it was that his brothers would disapprove of his relationship with Gabriel. That’s what secrets were for. He had gone long enough without telling them, what’s a couple more months or years?

Whenever they were together, (Y/N) felt whole, as if a lost piece of a puzzle he didn’t even know he had found its way to him. When he was with his brothers, or by himself, he found his mind constantly shifting to thoughts of Gabriel. Of what they would talk about, of Gabriel’s smile, of the way his stomach would turn whenever they stood or sat close to one another. He would crave his presence, desperate to hear the sound of his voice. It was killing him, slowly, from the inside out, and he knew if he didn’t say anything soon, he would combust. He had to tell Gabriel his feelings.

One thing he loved about small towns was the lack of artificial lights. Sure, there were dull street lamps scattered around that looked as if they needed to be changed years ago, but the absence of skyscrapers and people, overall, meant not much was needed to illuminate the roads. Locals knew them like the back of their hand anyway. With the minimal light, almost anywhere in town, you could see the stars that decorated the night sky. If you wanted, you could pick out each constellation. Orion’s Belt and the Big Dipper were rather prominent that night.

There were several smaller parks in town, but the biggest sat in the middle of downtown. It wasn’t used as a children’s area as much as a casual gathering ground. (Y/N) could imagine dogs in the grass and elderly couples walking arm-in-arm during the daylight hours. By night, it was abandoned, the distant sound of country music playing from the only local bar. It was the perfect place for him and Gabriel to meet.

They sat on a bench in the middle of the park, heads tilted back as they stared at the stars. Their sides and legs were pressed together, and, for the first time in a while, they said nothing. Normally, their meetings were filled with lively conversation from the moment they saw each other to the moment they parted. (Y/N) had to wonder if Gabriel could tell that he wanted to have a serious discussion. Perhaps he had a lot on his mind. Or, perhaps, Gabriel was too busy reading (Y/N)’s to say anything. Regardless, they had been sat there for close to half an hour without as much as a single word to each other. (Y/N) knew just sitting there wasn’t going to do any good. He had to bite the bullet and say something. 

“Gabriel?” He started, his voice coming out small and quiet.

Gabriel hummed. “Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,”

(Y/N) hesitated. “Well, first of all, I just wanted to say that I like spending time with you.” He began to fiddle with his fingers. “And I don’t want what I’m about to ask to make our meetings stop.”

“Honestly, I think, at this point, the only thing that you can ask to make our meetings stop is ‘Hey, can our meetings stop?’.”

(Y/N) chuckled lightly. “Gabe, I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” he smirked.

“Well, um…” he paused. “Do you ever feel like we’re connected in other ways?”

Gabriel furrowed his brows. He turned his body to face (Y/N), rested his elbow on the back of the bench, and placed his cheek into his hand. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, to be honest. I mean, it feels like…more.”

Gabriel studied (Y/N)’s face, noticing his lack of eye contact. He stayed quiet for a moment, and (Y/N) could feel the anxiety building inside of him. He knew he did a piss poor job at explaining what he meant, but it was the best he could come up with. Slowly, Gabriel smirked.

“You have a crush on me, don’t you?” He teased.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened and the heat rose to his cheeks. He glanced over at Gabriel, then back down at his lap. 

“I, well…I’m not…I- that’s not the point, okay!?” (Y/N) shook his head. “The point is that it doesn’t feel like just a crush to me. It feels like an even deeper connection than that. Like something about our souls and- nevermind, this just sounds stupid,” his shoulders deflated in defeat.

Gabriel waved his hands and shook his head. “Hey, hey, it’s not stupid, alright? I get what you’re saying. You feel as if we’re connected by something other than you just being my vessel.”

(Y/N) nodded and let out a shaky breath. “Yeah, exactly.”

“I feel it, too.”

“You do?”

“I mean, yeah,” Gabriel folded his hands in his lap. “I felt that when we first saw each other, even before the warehouse. Then, everything with your brothers happened, and we met again, and, still,  I felt that connection.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought I was looking too hard into it. I started thinking that, maybe, the connection was all in my head. That it was, truly, just our connection by you being my vessel. When Dean said what he did about me being too afraid to face my family, I thought no one would understand my point of view on the fight. What I’ve had to go through being related to Michael and Lucifer. Then, you started to pray to me, and I knew that you understood me. That’s what made me come find you in the first place. Once we were alone, I felt this sense of…peace. I hate to admit it, but I feel like I can barely go a single day without wanting to see you. Without needing to see you. I knew it was more at that point.”

(Y/N)’s eyes were on Gabriel as he listened intently to what he was saying. He shook his head. “I feel the same way. It’s almost as if, I don’t know, I can’t breathe when you’re not around.”

“Well, please don’t stop on my account.”

“Stop it, we’re having a serious moment,” (Y/N) slapped his arm.

“Sorry, sorry,” Gabriel smirked. “I mean, as cliche as it sounds, it feels, almost as if we were meant for each other, right? Like we were meant to be together? Almost as if it was more than you being my vessel that bought us together.”

Gabriel reached over and grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, rubbing the side of it gently with his thumb. (Y/N) looked into Gabriel’s eyes, and he felt his heart soar. He reached up and caressed his cheek before they both leaned in, their lips fitting together perfectly in a sweet, loving kiss. Their eyes closed, and they both melted into a deep, sensual embrace. Almost immediately, all of the stress and worry seemingly melted away, replaced with a sense of belonging. A sense of closeness.

When they pulled back, they looked into each other’s eyes once more. A small smile creased the corner of (Y/N)’s lips.

“You’re right, it is pretty cheesy.” He whispered, his thumb tracing circles around Gabriel’s cheekbone.

Gabriel cocked a brow. “I thought we were having a serious conversation. Why do you get to make quips?”

“It’s kind of hard not to when I’m around you.” (Y/N) pressed his forehead against Gabriel’s.

Gabriel chuckled. “I guess I’m rubbing off on you, aren’t I?” He moved his hands to (Y/N)’s hips.

“I don’t see that as a bad thing.”

They sat together and enjoyed the peaceful quiet of their embrace. (Y/N) never felt more relaxed in his entire life, and he wanted to savor every moment he had with Gabriel.

Then, his mind started to drift. Drift to the fight, the battle between Michael and Lucifer, and to Sam and Dean. Gabriel had done such a good job at keeping him distracted from all the chaos that surrounded him that he hadn’t even had a chance to consider what could happen with the fight now that he and Gabriel were involved. Neither of them wanted to participate in the fight, but what would happen if they didn’t? Who would win? Would he lose one, or possibly both, of his brothers? If they did get involved in the fight, was there a possibility that he and Gabriel would lose each other? Did they even stand a chance to win against Michael and Lucifer if things were to turn ugly? Was there a chance that he could lose Gabriel even without being in the fight itself?

Gabriel reached a hand up and ran his fingers through (Y/N)’s hair soothingly. He pressed a small kiss to the corner of his lips. “Your thoughts are being really loud, Sugarplum.” He whispered. 

(Y/N) broke from his trance and shook his head lightly. “I’m sorry, it’s just…with the fight,” (Y/N) looked away briefly. “I don’t want to lose Sam and Dean, but now that I have you, I don’t want to lose you either.”

Gabriel gave him a sympathetic look as he pulled him close. “I know. This whole thing is one giant mess. I wish none of it had to happen. But I’m going to be with you every step of the way, I promise.”

(Y/N) shook his head. “You can’t promise me that. Knock on wood.”

“What?” Gabriel chuckled.

“I don’t want you to have just jinxed yourself, now knock on wood.”

Gabriel smirked as he rasped his knuckles against the wooden bench three times. “Better?”

“A little,” (Y/N) mumbled and nuzzled his cheek against Gabriel’s shoulder. “I don’t think I’ll feel better until this fight is over.”

Gabriel wrapped his arms tightly around him. “How about this? I promise to do everything in my power to keep you distracted. That way, you’re not too stressed out.”

(Y/N) pursed his lips in thought. “Not too distracted, though. I had practically forgotten about the fight until now, and I still need to stay on my toes.”

“How about I distract you just enough to keep your mind off of it?”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Well then, Sugarplum, how do you propose I keep you distracted?”

“You can start by kissing me again,”

“Oh, I can do more than kissing,” Gabriel mused in a suggestive tone and wiggled his brows.

(Y/N) slapped his chest. “Perv,” he grumbled. “Let’s just start with kissing.”

“Taking it slow, I like your style,” Gabriel nuzzled his nose against (Y/N)’s.

(Y/N) smiled widely. “Then shut up and kiss me already.”

Without another word, Gabriel leaned down, capturing (Y/N)’s lips in a deep kiss. Just like that, all of his problems dissipated, and it felt as if he was floating. The park didn’t exist anymore, nor the stumbling locals who left the bar periodically. There were no stars, no more beautiful night sky. The only two things that existed were Gabriel and (Y/N). They were complete. They were strong. They were one. It felt as if nothing in Heaven, Hell, or in between could tear them apart. 

And everything was as it should be.

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supernatural scents NOW chop chop

jeez, okay okay..

Supernatural characters and their scents! (All my opinion, don't get mad at me if you disagree)

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ᯓ✧Dean Winchester

I think people don't get him like I do (as his kinnie). People say he smells like whiskey. No no. He smells like beer and there's a difference. And it isn't expensive beer. This man hustles pool tables and does credit card scams. It's cheap beer.

And he smells like old leather. New leather has such a strong smell. I walked into a store at the mall that was selling leather jackets and that's all I could smell. It's old, a bit faded but you can smell it if you huffed him enough.

Cheap beer and old leather is Dean.

ᯓ✧ Sam Winchester

To me? Sam has this cologne he wears that Jess gave him. Not cheap but not too entirely expensive. Affordable. Cederwood mixed with hints of ginger.

When Jess died, he grasped at anything he could to remember her by. That simple cologne she bought him was one of the many things. He always buys it. Always.

Cedarwood and Ginger is Sam.

Castiel

We all know and we all agree that Castiel smells like honey because he loves bees. Of course, that is the easy way to go. Agree with everyone. But I also believe there are hints of lemon mixed in.

Honey is warm. And I believe Castiel is the same if you've read my headcanons. And with the added lemon, it'll bring out the scent altogether.

Honey and lemon is Castiel

Bobby Singer

Many people say Bobby smells like old books. Fair. But he owns a salvage yard. He's gonna smell like a mechanic.

Car oil has a strong scent. And it lingers on Bobby no matter how hard he tries to get it off. It doesn't work. It's like Subway. It's hard to get rid of the smell of Subway.

Now this is also a man who drinks beer. But it's not as cheap as Dean's, considering he has a real job that pays him.

Car oil and beer is Bobby Singer

Crowley Macleod

Now this is a man who has expensive alcohol. And let's not forget his roots. He was born Scottish but raised British. And with that accounted for, he smells like a malt scotch whiskey. Aged over forty years at the minimum.

Crowley also smells smokey. Not like fire. Like smoke. And I am not normal about his scent at all. I need him to scent me.

Malt scotch whiskey and smoke is Crowley

Gabriel

His scent changes too much to put a pin on it. As the janitor in Tall Tales, he smelled like cleaner and possibly bleach. When he showed up in mystery spot, he smelled like greasy diner food. In changing channels, he smells sterile. Hammer of gods, he had to smell the best he could to try and get Kali back, wearing expensive cologne. In Montel Carlo, living lavishly and buried in his own lust, he smelled like a mix of his expensive cologne and sex. Then came the torture times where he smelled like charred flesh and pennies.

But throughout all of those scentful times.. there was one thing that stuck to him. No matter how strong the other scents were, it was always pure sugar. No matter if everyone found out that he wasn't a trickster. He still liked candy a little too much.

Pure sugar is Gabriel

Jody Mills

Now, Jody has a fresh laundry smell to her. But specifically, laundry that has been air-dried on a clothesline on a sunny day. So not only is it warmed up by the sun, it also smells like outside and laundry detergent. Delicious

But obviously I like to mix my scents. And this is a weird mix. And a weird second descriptor. Yes, she smells like fresh laundry from a clothesline on a sunny day. But her hands? Reek of gun oil. And it is just her hands.

Fresh laundry from a clothesline on a sunny day and gun oil is Jody

Donna Hanscum

DONNA!!!! Okay so, Donna to me smells like mandarin orange massage oils. Because the first time we meet Donna is in a health spa. I still like to believe that after learning of supernatural stuff, she still goes to spas and massages often because she deserves it. And that's the oil she picks everytime.

And to me, if she's gonna use a perfume, she's gonna use something like jasmine.

Mandarin orange massage oil and jasmine is Donna

Adam Milligan

I can't explain it. It just is. Adam smells like the ocean. And with Michael coinciding with Adam, there are warm undertones to that. Not warm like Castiel. Michael is an archangel. He's going to have way more grace than Castiel could ever dream of. So it's not a soft warm like Cas. It's almost searing hot. Almost.

And after escaping hell with Michael, he still has a slight ocean-y scent to him, but he also smells smokey as well. Spending a long LONG time in hell can make you smell like that.

The ocean with warm undertones and smoke is Adam Milligan

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A/N: If you want a part two, I am so willing to make another part!

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Tethered pt.1

summary: Guardian Angels have been largely relegated to the past. But after reconnecting with his angel radio, a call comes through that changes Gabriel's priorities.

pairing: Gabriel x Win-sister!Reader genre: hurt/comfort

notes/warnings: trust issues, brief mentions of violence, feelings of inadequacy, & fears of abandonment

Another job well done. Well, kind of. 

Sure, the Shtriga you and your brothers had been hunting was dead, everyone had made it out alive, and in your mind that was all that mattered. But to your silent observer, something else was frighteningly apparent. 

You have always been independent. At least that was what you called having deep-seeded trust issues that made it difficult to truly put your faith in anything but your own abilities. It was less about being let down and more a fear of letting others down who depended on you. The love you have for your family runs deep, but deeper still is the dread you feel at the thought of not being strong enough to keep up with your big brothers who, from the time you knew how to hold your first shotgun, were your heroes. They seemed to do the impossible on an almost daily basis, all the while making sure to spend time with you, teaching you how to survive in a world full of darkness lurking around every corner.

For most of your life, they were the only people in the world that you truly trusted. Until it all went wrong. It began with small things. A little white lie here, a half-truth there. Building and building until it became too monstrous to ignore and finally tore your family apart. 

Sam had chosen a demon and the power she could provide over your family, a choice he is now trying to make amends for, and Dean can’t seem to find it within himself to forgive him, instead resorting to bottling up his pain and drinking copious amounts of alcohol to try to numb his regret. 

 Despite your brothers being physically by your side, they might as well be miles away in opposite directions, leaving you somewhere in the middle, not knowing what to think and who to trust. Unbeknownst to you, someone has been with you through it all. You just couldn’t see him.

Being assigned a guardian angel is rare these days. Heaven is rather busy so the tradition has since fallen by the wayside, but it does still happen. Even less common is the invocation of archangels in the tradition of guardianship. Especially the one who tends to let Heaven’s calls go to voicemail.

Gabriel could not remember the last time he felt the pull. It must have been centuries. Only recently, with all of the ‘Apocalypse’ noise, had he tuned back in to angel radio, so he was surprised to even receive an assignment at all. Everything in him told him to ignore it, to just pretend he hadn’t heard a thing and move on playing the part of the happy-go-lucky trickster, but when he heard your name he froze. ‘ Y/n Winchester? No. There’s… There’s no way that was right.’ he thought to himself in disbelief.

The name Winchester was enough to stop most supernatural creatures in their tracks, but Gabriel was anything but frightened by it. The Winchester boys were some of his favorite toys to play with when he needed some entertainment, but the girl was a different story. Ever since your first meeting on that college campus all those years ago when you looked him dead in the eyes while driving a stake through his chest (‘well, the illusion of my chest, but still’, he thought) there was something about you he just couldn’t shake. You were fierce and feminine, lethal and graceful, and overall unforgettable. In the years since, he has wondered how you were doing. Whether or not you kept that same spark that made you so electric, so incandescent in his eyes. 

He supposes it is possible that his selective hearing has struck again, making him hear what he wanted to instead of what he should. The one thing he could not blame on his hearing, though, was the pull. Like an invisible string being reeled ever tighter, he felt this irresistible urge to be near you. As if everything in his being were responding to some innate primal directive to protect and defend. It was the most human feeling he has ever experienced. This is not the first time he has felt this pull, but it is definitely the strongest, and if he is being honest, that thought terrifies him. One thing he knew for certain, he couldn’t tell you. 

‘This is not gonna end well.’ he thought with a roll of his eyes, taking stock of his situation as he attempted to pinpoint the location of your soul. His guardian status allowed him to sense your presence even with the warding carved into your ribs. ‘She’s either going to try to kill me or…no she’ll probably just try to kill me,’ he said to himself with a little chuckle. ‘Well, let’s see what she’s up to.’

Finding you, he made the decision that it would be best to remain invisible to you and your friends. This way he could both insure your safety, and avoid having to actually explain what the hell he was doing there until he could come up with a plausible excuse that wouldn’t make him seem like a total creep. One that you would actually believe because knowing your current hatred for all things halo that wasn’t exactly undeserved, he imagined you would not be too trusting of your Heaven-appointed bodyguard if you knew the truth.

Being careful to mask the sound of his wings, he landed in what appeared to have once been the living room of a house in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Scanning the room, he noticed the piles and piles of old books, torn and peeling wallpaper, a small crackling fire in a soot-covered fireplace, the smell of dripping candle wax flooded his senses, but more than anything else, he noticed you. As beautiful as the day he met you, he found you curled up on a couch by the bay window with your nose in a book, apparently reading up on some new monster that needed putting down. There was a definite relief in being in your presence and feeling the loosening of the pull, like when a bungee cord returns to its normal state after being stretched. The pleasant sensation was supposed to compel the angel feeling it to be near their ward. ‘Like I needed any further convincing’ he thought to himself.

An older man he did not recognize was talking to your brothers while leafing through one of the many, many books on his desk, explaining a bit of lore he had uncovered in what sounded like an obscure translation of Revelations. The telltale flap of wings pulled him from his thoughts, Gabriel turned his head, his amber eyes meeting a pair of sapphires that he hadn’t expected to see. Castiel’s eyes widened in surprise, obviously not expecting to find an archangel casually observing his friends. Quickly, Gabriel brought a finger to his lips in an attempt to garner the seraph’s silence and keep him from announcing Gabriel’s presence to the whole group. Instead, Castiel walked swiftly toward his brother, lifted his hand to grasp Gabriel’s shoulder, and in a flutter of wings they were gone. 

𖤍: Hello everyone! This is the first fic I have posted, so hopefully the formatting is to your satisfaction. Please kindly let me know if there is something amiss. As a Gabriel fan, I thought it only right to start by giving him some love with my first post. I plan to make this a 3-ish part series, depending on where the mood takes me. If you like what you read, please consider liking, sharing, & sending in a request for something you'd like me to write in the future.

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[delusional-fantasising]

Ranting warning! Supernatural themed

Okay I realised I haven't seen this before but what if there is a Dad!Gabriel? Like speed up the whole Asmodeus arc before Lucifer gets Kelly pregnant and he finds out that Kelly gets pregnant.

So hear me out

Gabriel gets drawn towards Kelly and assists her with Castiel in hiding her away. He gets attracted to the baby and gets this strong connection. This is because he is known as a powerful guide for children (Hence why in the show he is portrayed as childish and goofy)

He gets the instinct to take in his older brother’s son, he takes in Jack directly after Kelly dies vowing he will protect the kid with his life. Jack stays as an infant and Gabriel runs off with the baby. He hides Jack from everyone including Castiel as he becomes completely protective and he knows that Dean and Sam don't trust Jack. He fears that they will try hurting Jack.

Gabriel gets this strong bond as he doesn't want his adopted son to witness the evil in the world in unhealthy ways like how the Winchesters went through so he teaches Jack everything. He also decides to be truthful and not hide who is biological father is, he teaches all the mistakes that everyone makes and teaches how to avoid them. He teaches Jack how to use his powers.

Once Gabriel is caught after a few months Jack would reflect the archangel, the maturity and the immaturity of Gabriel. So Jack is very much different in the sense he has a strong sense of justice and he can be immature in the right times versus how Gabriel can be at times.

Jack will also despise Lucifer and doesn't trust him one bit, so when he is stuck in the alternative universe he doesn't trust Lucifer's words one bit. He was also taught by Gabriel that Lucifer will do everything in his power to manipulate everyone to do what he wants.

Overall Jack would be a lot different with a new unique personality and a new set of powers that reflect Gabriel's trickster skills. His personality would be a bit more goofy but mature. I think he would be also good at reading people and having a good sense of empathy towards humanity so he won't ever become like Chuck.

I think Gabriel would make a good father

[waihtie]

Supernatural is leaving Prime in 2 hours (less by the time I watch and post) so let's fit one more in, my friends. Let's hope this journey doesn't end here.

Season 5 Episode 8 - Changing Channels

Such a good one, too

○ I love the stereotypical sitcom opening

Great laugh track

○ The theme song 😂

○ Their hair colours are so different without a typical spn filter

○ Dean watching Dr. Sexy, MD with that particular facial expression

○ Oh there is a MotW case within this episode

Lady saw the Hulk. The TV show one.

"Hot-head being killed by tv's greatest hot-head"

○ Dean putting it all together that it's the Trickster pretty quickly

Sam doesn't want to kill him

"He's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met. Maybe we can use him."

Sam is hoping since the Trickster loves a lot of the things that come with humanity, so maybe he'd want to help save it.

Also, so no MotW. Just him since it was TV related.

○ I love the clear Grey's Anatomy ripoff. Hilarious.

"Dr. Wang. Sexy but arrogant heart surgeon"

The ghost patient in the mind of the other doctor

○ Do I really need to comment on the "Dr. Sexy" scene?

I don't think I have a choice. I held off for as long as I could.

The facial expression. The stuttering. The blushing. The slamming against the wall. The noticing of the shoes (like his 2 kinks in one, but the second was missing. Of course he noticed). Him being a fan of Dr. Sexy in general.

"It's a guilty pleasure"

○ The Trickster completely built this world.

Also, I love him so much

(I've been calling him the Trickster, bc that's how we are supposed to know him at this point, but I've seen far enough to know who he really is)

He wants the to play "the game"

○ Sam's character's girlfriend being all dramatic with him lol

○ Dean got shot bc he wouldn't give a guy's wife a face transplant. This is so funny.

Sam has to be a real doctor for him 😂😂

"I need a pen knife, some dental floss, a sewing needle, and a fifth of whiskey" lmao

○ Now they're in a Japanese Game Show

Sam got straight clocked in a not-fun area

Cas here to find them 🩷

And he disappeared before he could save them

Sam figured out they have to play their roles in order to go to the next show

Let's hope for Dean's baby-maker's sake he answers the question he doesn't understand correctly

Okay, so now he speaks Japanese

The side-affects of the drug lmao

○ Ou back to the sitcom

○ Cas back again

And of course him and the Trickster know eachother

His face my god

○ The Trickster wants them to play their roles in real life. Aka be the vessels for Michael and Lucifer. Why?

"It can't be stopped. Let's get it over with"

He doesn't like either side

Either they do it, or they stay in "TV Land"

○ Now they're in a procedural cop show

Dean's not happy about it

Lmao the boys acting

They pretend to be FBI all the time. How do they suck so bad at acting everytime?

They killed him. In an absolutely brilliant way. How'd they know?

○ Dean's worried about where Cas is 💔

○ Okay Sam is the car

"I don't think we killed the Trickster"

They figured out he's not a Trickster. And that he's an angel.

○ Sam's turn with a snarky saying

○ Gabe's been hiding from the other angels under the guise of a Trickster

Couldn't handle the family drama. Hates that it's back.

"Why do you think you two are the vessels?"

He's saying they are direct parallels to Michael and Lucifer

And that they always knew it would end with these 2

○ Dean threatening the Archangel Gabriel to get Cas back 🩷

○ "It's about you being too afraid to stand up to your family"

Dean could've left Gabriel there forever, but didn't 🩷

Sometimes, I just love Dean's heart

[wendichester]

𓂃˖ ࣪ 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤

˚₊‧꒰ა @xaliash0 ☆ gabriel ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⋆˙⟡ where aries, capricorn, pisces meets sagittarius, libra, gemini*. ⟡˙⋆

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐

ꔛ. meeting each other,

you and gabriel are both forces of nature, though in entirely different ways. with your aries sun and mercury, you’re someone who meets the world head-on, unafraid to throw yourself into the fire if needed. gabriel, with his sagittarius sun and gemini moon, thrives on chaos, laughter, and unpredictability. this makes for a first meeting that’s anything but ordinary. in the world of supernatural, you’re likely a civilian with a sharp mind, someone who’s too smart for their own good, who’s brushed up against the supernatural one too many times. maybe you were doing your own research, trying to make sense of what’s happening to you—visions, strange occurrences, things you feel in your gut. your pisces moon and neptune in aquarius make you highly intuitive, almost psychic. you don’t just see beyond the veil—you feel it. gabriel, ever the trickster, takes notice of you when you begin connecting the dots on something you weren’t supposed to. maybe you accidentally piece together lore that even the winchesters overlooked, or you’re caught red-handed with evidence of his pranks. either way, he shows up in a flash of golden light and a smirk, expecting to outwit you—only to realize he might have met his match.

ꔛ. friendship compatibility,

your friendship with gabriel is a storm of quick wit, dark humor, and an odd but undeniable loyalty. his gemini moon and your gemini mars & venus create a fast-paced, playful dynamic—you keep up with each other, matching joke for joke, quip for quip. he adores your sharp mind, how you process things so quickly. but beneath the humor, there’s something deeper. your pisces moon understands him in a way most people don’t. you see past the act, past the glitz and bravado, into the heart of an archangel who’s lost more than he lets on. you don’t push, you don’t prod—but you see him, and that matters. in return, he sees your struggles, the battles you fight in your own mind and body, and though he won’t say it outright, he protects you in little ways. teleporting you to a safe space when the world is too much. conjuring warmth when your fibromyalgia flares up. making you relax just long enough for you to breathe.

ꔛ. romantic compatibility,

there’s definite potential for something more here, but it would be a slow burn, if it ever happens at all. you both crave excitement and unpredictability, but you also value intellectual connection. his venus in leo loves to shine, to be adored, while your venus in gemini thrives on conversation and variety. your love languages would be playfulness and acts of service. gabriel would show love through grand gestures—snapping his fingers and suddenly you’re in paris for the best croissants of your life. but for you, love is in the small, everyday things—the conversations at 2 am, the way he lets you ramble about whatever niche topic has your attention that week. but there’s a clash, too. your aries mercury and gemini mars mean you’re direct, sometimes brutally so, while gabriel, with his mercury in aquarius, can be detached, even evasive. arguments would be intense, but the making up? electric.

ꔛ. request, partners in crime

"you have got to be kidding me," you hiss, pressing your back against the cold brick wall. "i said stealth, gabe. stealth." gabriel, standing beside you with an infuriatingly amused smirk, twirls the lollipop between his fingers. "oh, come on. where’s the fun in that?" you glare at him. your ribs ache from the scuffle, and your legs feel like lead—your body already protesting the night’s chaos. but there’s no time for that. not when the angry nest of vamps you just tried to con is still looking for you. gabriel glances at you, and for a moment, the teasing glint in his eyes softens. he notices the way you’re favoring one side, the way your breathing is a little too shallow. then, without a word, he snaps his fingers. suddenly, the pain lessens—not gone, but manageable. "i got this," he says, voice unusually gentle. "yeah?" you mutter, rolling your shoulders. "then get us the hell out of here, quietly." gabriel grins, snapping his fingers again—this time, the world blurs, the alley disappears, and you’re somewhere else entirely. safe.

ꔛ. overall, score : 7.5 / 10

you and gabriel are a force to be reckoned with—quick-witted, mischievous, and deeply loyal. your bond is electric, unpredictable, filled with sharp humor and unspoken understanding. the emotional depth of your pisces moon balances his chaotic energy, creating a connection that’s as fun as it is meaningful. but it wouldn’t be without its challenges. communication could be tricky, and both of you have a tendency to run when things get too real. yet, when it comes down to it, he’d have your back. and you? you’d remind him what it means to be seen—not just as the trickster, not just as the archangel, but as gabriel.

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* since he's an archangel and we have no real information of his birth, i did a rough chart according to his personality. so, gabriel is: sun in sagittarius, moon in gemini, rising in libra, mercury in aquarius, venus in leo, mars in aries, jupiter in pisces, saturn in scorpio.

[spnfanficpond]

Valentines Day 2025 Masterlist

Better Miracles by @walkingaline

Summary: Sometimes, a demon with a knife is not the worst case scenario.

To love a hunter by @leatafandom

Summary: Gabriel and Sam met in a random chance, neither having expected the other to stumble into their lives or what would come from their first lust filled encounter.

Date Night by @leatafandom

Summary:  Loki surprises Sam with a Wendigo for Lupercalia. Inspired by @spnfanficpond MoodBoard 1 for Valentine's Day.

A Few Tricks Up His Sleeve by @xpurdyglambertx

Summary: Benny and Dean have been in a relationship for years now, and for the first time are able to celebrate Valentines Day together. Benny isn't expecting much, but little does he know that Dean has a few tricks up his sleeve for how their night is going to play out!

Black Valentines by @crowleysmistress

Summary: Can a chance meet-up 5 years later with Dr. Cara Roberts be a repeat of their first night? Good, lusty fun. Or could it be part of a larger scheme used by Lucifer to demonstrate that even from the depths of hell, away in the Cage, he will spoil and give gifts to Sam on special days, such as Valentine's. As Sam navigates his trauma and tries to decide for himself what he wants.

I love you by @kazsrm67

Summary: You had a fight with Dean and left the bunker but now that Sam's called and asked to stay at your place for a night you agree. You decide that the best thing to do is to welcome those you love into your home and share a meal. Will it just be a friendly meal and be done or will more come from it?

One look from you and I fall from grace by @evadne01

Summary: Gabriel had lived a long life. First, as a Messenger of God (and there had been funny episodes, like when he had announced to Mary that she would become the mother of the son of God, or when he had taken away the voice of the one who did not believe him), and then as a Trickster, perfect in his role as an avenger. Not that it was too different from the work he already did, if Gabriel allowed himself to really think about things.

Sweet Tooth by @supernatural-bias

Summary: in which gabriel can be a shithead, you're awkward, and a shifter really messes up your first interaction

Jealousy by @copperboom82

Summary: In the aftermath of the Leviathan’s attack on Bobby’s house, Dean finds himself laid up and with few things to be happy about. Katrina’s renewed presence in his life seems to be the only upside. But when a moment of jealousy pushes him towards an ill-advised act of sabotage, even that threatens to unravel.

Set early season 7 in the Long Winding Roads collection (masterlist here), but can absolutely be read on its own.

Metal Detector Not Needed by @jld71

Summary: During his early morning walks on the beach, Jensen notices the hot guy with the metal detector.

Sweetest Day Imaginable by @rusearusco

Summary: The boys have to investigate a bakery that may be hiding a sinister secret. Of course, the only logical way to cause a distraction is to pretend to be planning your wedding with the guy you definitely don't have a crush on. Look, Gabriel's an archangel, and a god, he knows what he's doing. Sam is so screwed.

I Can Fix (No Really I Can't) by @moosekateer13

Summary: Y/N is a golden girl and a world-renowned doctor. She has done nothing that landed her in jail. Y/N always wanted to find someone to settle down with. She finds that with Spencer Morgan, CEO of Pinnacle Brews.  

Snow on the beach by @moosekateer13

Summary: Jensen and Nadine are enjoying their daily stroll on Secret Beach, with Nadine holding her metal detector. This beach is filled with cherished memories for them, and as they walk, Nadine reminisces about significant moments in their lives.

Seek Shelter by @cleighwrites

Summary - Briana gets caught in a sudden downpour and seeks shelter under a bus stop awning and gets some unexpected company

Destiel by @hiighlighterr

The Sweet Spot by @samanddean76

Summary: Sam is an archangel with an obsession. Gabriel is a human who adores his favorite customer. And they both get their wish for something more when an intrepid cupid sets them in his sights.

[inhumanhacker]

Gabriel was starting to question his choice to play Loki in this new Universe. Of course the chains they had on him couldn't actually hold the trickster but he was playing along for the time being since he didn't want to reveal who he really was. He had even changed his face to match the Loki of this universe having seen him on TV, but he hadn't quite understood the differences in attitude and ability between the two universe and as a consequence a few of the people who captured him were already suspecting he wasn't the real Loki... or at least 'their' Loki

"So where are we going?" He asks

Skye was more than a little unsure of Loki. From all the things she had been told about him from his attitude and disregard of humans, even if she wasn't exactly human herself, he so far hadn't matched up. Or he was playing coy waiting for his moment. She wasn't sure yet.

"The fridge. We're putting you in holding until your Brother comes to get you." She had to admit she was excited to see Thor and being made one of Loki's guards was one way to meet him.

[another-lost-mc]

oh jes! hypothetically, what would your demon ocs look like if they were angels and what would your angel ocs look like if they were demons?

Some of the OCs have alternate appearances already because I live in a constant state of OC brain rot hell.

Azra and Meta actually have art for their alternate appearances: Azra's angel form before he fell, and Meta has a demon form that makes an appearance in The Fall, or the AU story where Meta falls when Azra does. (Meta's hairstyle probably changes the most appearance-wise: around the time RAD opens, he has long hair. In modern types, he wears his hair very short because his popularity skyrocketed after the first and only time he agreed to be a dame during one of Queen Rose's visits and he's regretted it ever since.)

The alternate forms for most of the OCs involve different physical characteristics (ex. hair style/length, more or less scars, etc.) as well as their new angelic (wing count/colour) and demonic (horns and tails/wings) traits.

DEMON OCs as ANGELS

Karasu: The biggest change would be his eyes (no dark sclera as an angel) and he might wear gold jewelry/accessories with a bit more confidence. I think he'd still prefer to wear dark colours which might not be common in the Celestial Realm, but he would blend in easily among humans. Rank: Throne (two pairs of wings, dark grey).

Zee: No longer has the scars on his face/body or physical limitations that exist in his demon form. Rank: probably a Power (two pairs of wings, similar golden-yellow colour as his eyes).

Belial: Prefers longer hair that he keeps tied back or worn up. As an angel, he likes to wear a lot of gold jewelry and ornate clothing that rivals the highest ranking angels - a nod to his own sense of self-importance. Rank: Cherubim (two pairs of wings, light grey tipped with red).

Tenebris: Similar to Karasu, he wouldn't have dark sclera as an angel but otherwise I think he would look similar to his (human) demon appearance. Rank: assuming Diavolo were a Seraphim as part of this species-bend AU, Ten would probably be a Throne that works with him (two pairs of wings, copper-coloured wings).

Fleurety: He wears a lot of his demonic features proudly, but unfortunately, those are all gone as an angel. His appearance still has an otherworldly vibe and he doesn't easily pass as human even in disguise, but most of that is by choice - he's still a bit of a sneaky trickster when he wants to be, even if he's also well-respected for his academic pursuits. Rank: Dominion (two pairs of wings, same colour as his hair).

(Karasu, Zee and Fleurety as angels. I can't find Zee's OG picrew template anymore so I had to make a new one for his shorter hair style. QQ)

ANGEL OCs as DEMONS

Gabriel: His appearance remains mostly unchanged. Demonic trait: a single pair of wings with black and dark-blue feathers; gains the art of shapeshifting (demonic owl).

Uriel: Like Gabriel, he has a single pair of wings after the fall and his demon form has avian qualities (razor-sharp talons and better-than-average speed and sight).

Seraphiel: A single pair of his wings remain, but they're ripped and singed from the fall and his days on the battlefield. He's exceptionally gifted as a soldier and terrifying in appearance, usually seen wearing a full set of demonic armor with multiple weapons strapped to his back and waist guard.

Habuhiah: Honestly, there are two paths for her as a demon. She could become some sort of insect demon (probably a bee) or some sort of snake demon, like a naga. Her interest and abilities in alchemy and medicines naturally veers to poisons, toxins and enchantments as a demon.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Supernatural Masterlist:

Dean Winchester & little sister!reader:

Stay With Me

Too Old

Liar

Liar Part 2

Protector

Sweet

Priorities

Face Your Fears

The Best Present

Too Much

Too Much (little sister version)

Too Much (Dean’s POV)

Tortured Headcannons

A Family Lost, a Family Found

Sleep Tight

Ler!Dean Headcannons

Sharing is Caring

Wandering

Sam Winchester & little sister!reader:

Betrayal

Betrayal Part 2

Pride, Prejudice, and Pennywise

Ler!Sam Headcannons, Part 2

Lee!Sam Winchester Headcannons

Safe Distance

Squeeze Once, Squeeze Twice

Winchester brothers & little sister!reader:

Just a Girl

Shotgun

Playing Hooky

Book Dragon

Jolly Holidays

Thunder

Band-aids and Biker Gangs

Not Alone

Accidents and Promises

Safety First

Universal Love

Hey Jude

Big Brother

Shots and Surprises

Workout Buddy

Where to Run

Sleep Tight

Burn Out

Wedding Jitters

Useless, part 2

Birthday Pie

Migraine Ministrations

Look Alike

A Real Family

The Safest Place

My Favorite Thing

One Call Away

Another

Board Game Night

Pointless Protection

An Illness of a Different Kind

Baby Preparations

Clueless Shenanigans

Not That Bad

Uncaged Masterlist

Winchester Brothers & John & Reader

Old Blood, New Family

Castiel & reader

My Angel

Gabriel & teen!reader

(TFW & Gabriel’s daughter!reader): Chances, Chances part 2

(Gabriel & Winchester!reader) Guardian Trickster

Kevin Tran x Winchester!reader

Running with You

Various Characters

Adoption Agency (Dean, Sam, reader, Claire, Charlie, Jody, Ben, Cassie Je (oc)

Hate You (Kidding) (Crowley & daughter)

Picking Sides (TFW + Mary & Winchester!reader)

Team Free Will & Winchester!reader

Concerning Habits

[raphaellight]

"Noone makes us do anything" SPN spoilers S1-5

This man got it before anyone else on the show. Out of all archangels, He understood freedom.

The essence of the Supernatural show is the conflict main characters, Sam and Dean Winchester, have with the destiny layed for them. The fate, written supposedly by God himself and the Apocalypse, The foretold End of the world. In the fight between Heaven, led by Micheal, and Hell, led by Lucifer. In this fight the two brothers are caught by a fate, as Supernatural Forces that shape the reality prepared them from the very beggining to be the perfect reflection of two angelic brothers and perfect vessels for two angels to obtain before going into the final Duel that marks the end of times. On the side however stands one of the Archangels, younger brother of both but equal (at least close) in power and nature to those two. Gabriel, Loki, The Trickster.

Gabriel is one of my favourites reocurring character of the show. As the characters meet him, he is described as the pagan god, Loki, who's hole shtick is to bend the reality for the hole purpose of messing with unsuspecting humans. He is quite powerfull and dangerous, but also his acions don't strike as those of a villanous per se. He aims for giving people what they deserve more than actually hurting them. But he still ends up hurting them quite often. Later in the show it's revealed that he is actually an angel, not a pagan god, an archangel at that. The highest of the ranks. As phew other, he grew tired of the family drama and what heaven had to offer. But he didn't rebel, neither he abandoned his angelic grace. He wanted to do his own thing. He found his entertainment, purpouse and suprisingly, love, between pagan gods. And by that, before he even realised it and was able to put into words, he acted out what any other angel lacked. He acted in Freedom.

I don't know if it was intentional writing choice or the artistic intuition bringing together things writers themselfs didn't realise their writing, but they wrote Gabriel as a third major Archangel in season 5 of SPN. Two others are Michael and Lucifer, mentioned before. His final scene, his stand off against Lucifer in order to protect brothers and Kali is widely regarder as one of the peaks of SPN. And for a good reason. In terms of dialog, it rivals the infamous scenes between Dean and Death and Dean with future Lucifer.

Gabriel calls out Lucifer on all his acions. How he is having a tantrum and should grow up. He tells Lucifer, his brother that rebeled because he didn't like how God put humans above him that God was right. And that he sides with us. But the line I feel people gloss over is the one I put in the title.

Angels are made with intention and power and they serve God's purposes. That's all they do. Despite having free will and sentient minds, Angels either follow God's will (whatever they understand as it), which hardly qualifies as freedom, or they devote themselfs to oppose it, which also isn't a creative use of freedom. It's constantly brought up. After season 5, there is a war in heaven, because most angels want to see the Apocalypse thru as they have no other idea what else they would be doing. The Angel that believes differently is Castiel, the one that spent some time with humans. But Gabriel got it first, before any other angel thought of it. As I wrote above, his path didn't revolve around God's will. He rebeled against it in a sense, but didn't put any effort against it. Just like Humans do. For the most part, we set our own paths, looking after love, passion and what's there for us in this world.

Humans don't serve any ultimate purpouse at the end. We are just here to enjoy the ride. And Gabriel aimed precisly at it in his life. And when he got the guts to stand against his brother, he saw clearly what free will ment, how humans were the ones to properly use it "to try, to do better, to forgive". In that short moment of clarity, he knew precisly what it was all about. "Noone makes us do anything". Because whether an Angel is following God's plan or opposes it, they still do it willingly. They aren't enslaved to God's plan. It's just, none of them actually use their freedom. Gabriel did. Just as Humanity, God's final creation, do their hole lifes. And pagan gods as well. That made us worth dying for.

Michael represented Heaven, self-righteus force of ultimate order, working hard for everything to fall into it's proper place. Lucifer represented Hell, vicious force of hatred and destruction, in pursuit of the corruption and breakdown of everything. Gabriel was placed among pagan gods, the one's created by humans (I don't know actual lore behind pagan gods in SPN, sry), because he didn't allow any of the above to bind his spirit. He was free, he didn't represented anything and he fought for what he believed in, not what someone imposed for him.

All that in the span of seasons 1 to 5. I don't really know what happened with him next, if he is really alive or stayed truly dead.

[idjits-areus]

I wrote this small analysis of Gabriel's character a while ago. I just found it and decided "Why not post it?"

Fair warning: This is a little bit long.

Gabriel left heaven just after Chuck left. Lucifer and Michael were constantly fighting and he just couldn't take it. So he left. According to 13x17, Loki and Gabriel made a deal where Gabriel could be Loki and Loki could take a vacation of sorts. Essentially. He became Loki the womanizing, candy loving, asshole of a trickster. Which is completely different from the real Loki who is a lot worse. He left Gabriel, archangel of heaven, behind. He distanced himself from everyone and everything in heaven. He just couldn't deal with it. All the angels thought he died.

People would call what Gabriel did as hiding. Which, they're not wrong. But there's more to it than that. He was the messenger of god. Once God left, there was no job anymore and his once happy family started fighting (Chuck's fault because everything is literally Chuck's fault). That was like the last straw for him. He left. He couldn't handle the constant fighting and the lack of duties so he did the only thing he could think of doing. Running. He is a chronic problem avoider. It's just facts.

And it's not like Chuck didn't know what Gabriel was doing. He just didn't care. He probably deemed the world unfit and went to start a new one. Again. It wasn't until Sam and Dean came along that Chuck became interested again. But this isn't about Chuck.

He was happy and free for centuries. He put heaven's problems behind him and just was himself. Then along came Sam and Dean. They single handedly ruined everything that Gabriel had done. Not only did they figure out he was an angel, but they also brought him back into heaven's problems. He was out and they pulled him back in. Changing channels was Gabriel trying to get them to go along with their roles in the apocalypse. Show them that they have to say yes. All because Gabriel didn't want his siblings to fight anymore. He just wanted it to be over. He was tired and he wanted to go back to being Loki.

Hammer of the gods comes along and Gabriel really doesn't want to help them, but he has to. He would much rather run again. Especially since they invited his brother to the shindig. And he could have. He could have easily left everyone to die. He didn't though. He chose to help. He went against every bone in his body and helped. Even if it wasn't for anything and he ended up “dying.” Which, to be fair, was part of his plan. He saw an out and took it. Heaven found out he was still alive and he knew that they wouldn't leave him alone, so he had to die again in order to ensure that. As long as everyone thought he was dead, Gabriel could once more be free.

And of course he trusted the wrong people and his freedom turned into imprisonment. On one hand, nobody knew he was alive. On the other hand, nobody knew he was alive. Well, besides Chuck and Metatron (I assume). He lived in both metaphorical and physical hell for 7 years. Once out and with the Winchester's he had a chance to leave when Asmodeus showed up. He could have run and let Sam and Castiel die, but that meant that Asmodeus could still find him. He wouldn't be free like he wants to be. So he had to get revenge. Literally faced his demon. Then, once that was done, he left to continue his revenge.

Fueled by revenge, Gabriel sought out and killed those he thought he could trust including Loki himself. He claimed that he didn't need any help from the Winchester's, but he actually did. He just couldn't say it. Didn't want to say it actually because he didn't want to seem as weak and as broken as he probably felt. He needed to make sure he was seen as his old spunky, annoying self. He eventually bent just a little bit and accepted their help.

He even decided to help them with apocalypse Micheal. Because he wanted the fighting to stop and apocalypse Micheal would just cause even more fighting. Again, Gabriel is tired of all the fighting. He chats with Jack and Lucifer in the apocalypse world. Even tries to achieve some normalcy with Lucifer, but that doesn't last very long. In the end, Gabriel sacrifices himself for nothing. Michael ends up through anyways. But that's not what I'm focusing on. I'm focusing on the fact that Gabriel essentially said “fuck it” and fought. No ulterior motives. No blackmail. He did it because he was tired of running. He decided that he had run for long enough and that if he wanted to end it then he had to take it on head first. Wanted to stand up for once. It was a noble, selfless sacrifice.

Gabriel’s a chronic problem avoider. He uses jokes and sweets as coping mechanisms. He can't keep relationships. Kali is an example of that. Which is why all the women he's with are mainly his illusions. Because he can't feel bad when they leave because they aren't real. He's been so far detached from heaven that when he finally realizes what's going on up there that he's severely disappointed. Nothing had changed in millennias. He can't ask for help because he always has to be perceived as strong. He also doesn't like to not have control of situations (ex: changing channels). His continuity errors are on purpose. It's the part of him that wants help and wants someone to catch him. Which also means that his whole carefree aloof persona is fake. Deep down he's lonely. I think that's why he followed Sam and Dean after Crawford Hall. It wasn't really because they were so fuck-with-able. It was because they made him feel less lonely. He just disguised it so well.

Also, he's almost like Lucifer in the sense of his “defiance”. His “rebellion” stage if you like. It's all just basically one big ‘fuck you’ to Chuck while also Gabriel just trying to be his own person. And again, it's not like Chuck cared. Not until Sam and Dean came into the picture.

And Gabriel doesn't care about leadership. He doesn't care about heaven really. He hasn't thought of it as a home since he left. Raphael, Lucifer, Micheal, they all want to rule heaven. Hell even transformer man, Castiel at one point, Duma, Naomi, Zachariah, Bartholomew. They all wanted to be in charge of heaven. Gabriel never did. He didn't care. He just wanted a family. One that he couldn't have. All just goes back to the theme of “family is hell” because even the angels suck. Nobody is safe.

[meganlpie]

I Can Still Sense Him

Based on this request: Hey, if requests are still open I was going to ask for a Supernatural request where the reader (fem) is Gabriel’s human mate. When he dies shes devastated and everyone says she’s delusional because she can still…sense him. But then he really is alive and decides he can’t take hiding anymore and just comes back out into the open To be with her

Here you are, lovely! As always, I do not own ANY SPN characters. They belong to the writers/creators of the show.

Warnings: Destined mates, angst(mentions of death), fluff, and it's a little short.

Pairings: Gabriel x fem!reader, The Winchesters.

Most people would hate someone that caused the "death" of a person they cared for multiple times. But when you officially met Gabriel, you didn't see the same Trickster that the Winchesters saw. You saw someone broken and lonely. Someone a lot like you. You also immediately saw that he was not a typical Trickster. You'd seen his wings. A sign of an angel's destined mate.

          So of course, you'd pleaded with the Winchesters to let him go. They had trusted your judgment and did as you asked. After that, Gabriel made a habit of popping in to see you every now and again. You certainly didn't mind. Even if you hadn't known you were destined mates, the connection between you two was undeniable. You spent as much time as you could with him.

           He made you laugh, no matter the situation, and after a while, you could not deny that you fell in love with him. You got butterflies whenever he turned those honey-colored eyes on you. Or when he smiled at you. You wanted to be with him as often as possible. But, before you could admit to the mischievous angel that you loved him, he was gone. Taken from you.

          After the Winchesters and Castiel told you about Gabriel's death, you were devastated to say the least. You completely shut down. Hardly ate or slept, refused to hunt. You became a shell of yourself for what seemed like a long time. But just when you were at your lowest, you started to feel…something. You couldn't describe it, but it almost felt like Gabriel was still with you in some way. There were times you felt so at ease, like you could feel him hugging you close or hear him whispering in your ear. It brought you peace whenever you were alone.

          When the Winchesters questioned why you suddenly started acting like yourself again, you couldn't really explain it. You knew they'd jump to the different, albeit possible, conclusion that you were being haunted by something else. Or they'd think you were crazy. But the two men were very persistent and didn't trust sudden changes in the people they cared about or hunted with. So you had to try and explain.

           "I-I don't know how to explain it, guys. I just…started feeling better. Like Gabriel's still with me. Like he's here and helping me." As you suspected, the two exchanged a look like they didn't believe you.

          "Gabriel's gone, Y/N," Sam said softly, earning an eye roll from you. "I know that, Sam! Can't you let me have just a little sense of peace for once?! I lost the love of my life, something I thought you of all people would understand!" You didn't wait for him to reply before you got up and stomped out of the room. Was it a low blow? Yes. But you felt Sam had it coming in that moment.

          For weeks after that, you didn't speak to Sam at all and talked to Dean only when you had to. He had not said anything to you about your feelings, but you knew he thought you were insane as well. Even Cas thought there was something wrong with you. Still, you held onto that feeling, that sense, that Gabriel was somehow still with you. Even if it was only in spirit. Then, it happened.

          You were in Vegas (go figure) with the boys on a hunt. The hunt lead you to a hotel room. Dean wanted to go crashing into the room like an 80s TV cop, but you rolled your eyes and knocked on the door. The door opened and you swore your heart stopped.

          "Hey, Sweetcheeks. Miss me?"

          "G-Gabriel?" you squeaked out as tears formed in your eyes and you lowered your weapon. He smiled at you. Turning to Dean beside you, you asked, "Am I dreaming? Am I dead?" Dean simply shook his head, unable to form words. You wasted no time in launching yourself into the archangel's arms. Gabriel let out a huff followed by a light laugh.

          "I missed you too, Lollipop." You gripped onto the back of his shirt as he held you. "I knew I felt you." He laughed again. "Sorry I disappeared on you. I had to make dear Luci think I was gone. My…buddy Loki's been letting me hide out as him for a while, but I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to see you again," his whispered to you. "I'm just gonna…" Dean stated, trailing off before turning to leave you and Gabriel alone.          

Gabriel lead you fully into the room and shut the door. "The guys thought I was crazy," you stated and Gabriel shook his head. "I wanted to make sure you knew I'd never leave you if I didn't have to." You gripped onto him again. Truthfully, you were terrified to let go. "It's alright," Gabriel whispered, "I'm sticking around for a while. I'm not leaving my mate alone again." And when his lips met yours for the first time in so long, you knew he was telling the truth.

(a/n: I hope you like it! Also, how do we feel about Gabriel calling the reader "Lollipop"? I thought it was a cute nickname, but if you hate it, I won't use it in future Gabriel fics.)

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