#gabrena

[blondie20000]

Gabrena Fic Collection

Link to the fic is in the title below.

Behind the Mask (Romance One Shot)

Summary:

Set during Raising Hell: Why did Ketch and Rowena fall for each other? What caused these feelings? Looks? Personality? Or maybe it is to do with a certain Archangel.

[henk-heijmans]

Slow flow, France, 2023 - by Mindaugas Gabrenas (1977), Lithuanian

[musenemesis]

ph Mindaugas Gabrenas

The answer is inside you

[gacougnol]

Mindaugas Gabrenas

[moradadabeleza]

Mindaugas Gabrenas

Premonition of war, France, 2022

[artlimited]

Casablanca by Mindaugas Gabrenas https://www.artlimited.net/11559/art/photography-casablanca-medium-format-film-nature-landscape-countryside/en/446984

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

And Crowley's relationship with his half-sister (I really need to call her something)?

gabrena's daughter: Gabrena (Gabriel+Rowena)👍😃

I think it would go through stages:

1) he’d hate her because his mom kept Gabrena (lol) but not him.

2) he’d have a mix of satisfaction and pity once he finds out she’s a nephilim, because he thinks Rowena is just using her.

3) he tries to get her on his side because she could he useful

4) he realizes she’s actually a really cool kid, and (very slowly and very very reluctantly) he starts to care about her

5) he realizes that Rowena isn’t just using Gabrena, and he starts to feel angry again even though it’s not his “sister’s” fault.

6) they reconcile, but he stays on semi-hostile terms with Rowena

—so basically Gabrena is everyone’s weak spot—her family hates each other most of the time, but nobody can hate her.

[claudiotrezzani]

"There's no bad weather", scrive Mindaugas Gabrenas a margine della sua fotografia.

Vigorosamente aderisco alla sua asserzione.

Spingendomi ad aggiungere:

il cattivo tempo è il bel tempo per eccellenza, in Fotografia.

Luce diffusa, acqua a dilavare superficii.

E nel dilavare, la luce di una fiorente intimità.

Giova accostarsi riverenti al suolo, in tali frangenti.

Mindaugas mirabilmente lo fa.

Del suolo canta poesia, Mindaugas.

Una composizione d'intenso lirismo, la sua.

Senza abdicare a sopraffina sapienza compositiva e tonale.

Anche quando è sù l'uomo ama il giù.

Così Abolfazl Jabraeili.

Una prospettiva zenitale di raro equilibrio, la sua.

Il rigore grafico efficacemente s'accompagna al gesto narrativo.

Se il bianco è dell'oggetto, il nero è dell'uomo.

Lor ombre, con scurità accomunano.

Una fratellanza riflessa tra l'organico e l'inorganico, ed insomma.

Ove moto e stasi danzano in superiore armonia.

Ecco, superiore.

L'uomo desidera elevarsi.

Illustration, 11 giugno 1859.

Sì, Milano.

Sapete, quei bravi artisti talora erano fedeli nelle riproduzioni, tal'altra non del tutto.

Di certo, non potevano essere lì.

Così in alto, intendo.

Ma alto è il loro desiderio.

Essere sù, ancora amando il giù.

Ama spaziare, l'uomo.

La Fotografia ora glielo consente.

All rights reserved

Claudio Trezzani

[deanwasalwaysbi]

Richard Speight on if Gabe “saw Chuck go bad” (x)

He’d know ‘Lucy’ was right (YES! channel my headcanon secret good spn where they dug into this) He would join TFW, have to become a leader of heaven,  or he’d go looking for Michael in hell and when he found him, be Rowena’s (trophy) king in hell.  Try to disregard the covid beard. 

[incorrectspnforfun]

Okay, I'm asking about Sam/Rowena, Rowena/Gabriel, Sam/Jack, Wincest, Sabriel and Destiel.

OOH! Lots! Okay, let’s do it!! 

Samwena:

I LOVE Samwena, and the only reason this doesn’t have more is because Saileen is above it. <3 

Gabrena: 

Yeah hi, I want more. <3 

Sam/Jack:

...ew.  No thank you.  Sam is an AMAZING father-figure to Jack, and THAT is their relationship.  So no.  That’s gross. 

Wincest: 

Same as the above.  EW!  They are BROTHERS, and that’s just gross. They are the best brothers on television and have the best brotherly bond ever, and romance between is absolutely horrid to think about.  So that’s a big no on my end.  (Not trying to upset anyone, and if you want to unfollow me that’s fine, but I hate Wincest and any ships that pair Sam, Dean, or Cas with Jack, because I find that disgusting. Not even sorry.) 

Sabriel: 

Destiel: 

Okay, so I actually didn’t USED to be a Destiel shipper, because I was always like “oh yeah, best friends, that’s cool.��� And I still totally see them as best friends, because they are, but also...they just have TOO much chemistry for me to deny it, and if Dean and Cas don’t end up together at the end of the show, the writers have missed a very beautiful opportunity. <3 <3 ;) 

[uhyoushotme]

all i want is for sam and gabriel to at least be eskimo brothers. is that too much to ask? is it dabb?

[lyselkatz]

Rowena and Gabriel for @nobodys-baby-now.

☕

[astralgabriel]

[gabessquishytum]

Hey! Thanks for the prompt! The muse really struck with this one and I adapted it a little - hope you enjoy it anyways!

It had been a tough day - Rowena herself would admit that. She had foolishly agreed to help out on one of the Winchester’s stupid hunts. And perhaps she had underestimated the foe they had been facing. She’d ended up with claw-marks in some very unexpected and uncomfortable places, and when it was all over she was quite happy to head back to the bunker with the boys. Until they started talking, of course.

“You shouldn’t have gone in alone!” Dean finally burst out when they had half carried her into the bunker’s main room. “You should’ve told us you couldn’t handle it.”

Rowena sank gratefully into a chair and rubbed at her temples. “Well I did ‘handle it’. I just don’t see what the problem is.” She sighed. “Please, boys. Save the lecture on self-preservation. I’ve got a migraine coming on and God knows you’re not exactly the experts anyway.”

Dean grumbled something that sounded like “Wait until I tell Gabriel about the wounds on your legs that you’re conveniently covering up”, but Rowena did her best to drown him out. It wasn’t until she felt Dean perch on the arm of her chair, that she opened her eyes. She opened her mouth to complain, but closed it again when he darted down and kissed her forehead.

“Be more careful. For some reason I’ve decided to care about you and I’m just about sick of losing people I care about. Ok?” He stood up quickly, before she could react. “Sam’s gonna bring you some ice. I’ll be in the kitchen.”

She stared after him as he walked away, stunned into silence for once. She was still looking a little dazed when Sam came in with the promised ice. 

“Did you hit your head as well? You’re looking kind of out of it.” Sam bent down to press the wrapped ice gently against her bruised wrist. Rowena shook her head and touched her forehead with her free hand.

“No, no. I’m alright, really. Just your brother... being predictably unpredictable.”

Sam chuckled softly. “Yeah, that’s Dean for you.” He gently pressed his fingers to the bruised area on her arm. “You’re already healing up?”

“Told you I’d be ok.” Rowena tossed her hair. “You boys need to learn to trust a girl sometimes.”

Sam shrugged. “We’ve lost a lot. But we’ll try to be a little less hard core. Is it ok if Jack comes in and says goodnight? He’s heading to bed soon but he’s a little anxious.”

Rowena let herself smile softly. Okay, so she had a soft spot for the boy now.

“Of course, send him in.”

Sam nodded. He still hadn’t let go of her hand. As Rowena looked down to watch him, he pressed a small kiss to the inside of her wrist.

He didn’t say anything, just smiled as he left the room.

“Winchesters.” Rowena shook her head. One day she’d figure them out, but it certainly wasn’t today. Still, she found herself smiling. Jack seemed surprised by that as he came into the room.

“You’re not hurt too badly then?” He asked anxiously. Rowena shook her head and squished herself up against the arm of her chair - making room for Jack to squeeze in beside her. He did so with a shy smile. 

“I’m glad you are ok. But Uncle Gabriel is going to be mad.” Jack bit his lip. “I heard Dean say so.”

Rowena chuckled softly. “I can handle Gabriel, don’t you worry. Everything will be just fine.” She briefly put her arm around Jack and hugged him. Something inside her uncurled as he hugged her tightly back - and kissed her cheek before bouncing out of the chair. 

“Goodnight Auntie Rowena!” He called as he left the room. Rowena wondered if she had hit her head after all - Auntie Rowena?!

“So you think you can handle me, huh?”

Gabriel’s soft growl pulled her out of her reverie. She couldn’t help smiling as he crossed the room and stood in front of her with his arms folded.

“I know for a fact that I can handle you. And just about anything else.” She held up her wrist - all traces of bruising had disappeared. The tension in Gabriel’s shoulders melted a little. Soon he had swept her up in his arms and settled back in the chair with her in his lap.

“I’m still mad at you.” He muttered against her neck, where he’d been peppering little kisses. Rowena smiled.

 “I know.” She leaned in and kissed his square on the mouth. “I mean it when I say I’m sorry. To all of you. I.... I’m not used to people caring.”

One of Gabriel’s hands crept to rest on her thigh. “Well get used to it. We all care. We all want you safe.” He pulled at the neckline of her dress and kissed her collarbone. Rowena let out a soft, shivering sigh.

“Well I would suggest that you take me to bed, and show me exactly how much you care.”

[gacougnol]

Mindaugas Gabrenas

[moradadabeleza]

Mindaugas Gabrenas

Right where you belong, Angoulême, 2022