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heeheeposting · 9 hours ago
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Archangels can lounge around at home too.
(* ̄▽ ̄)ノ~~ ♪ ! !
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mefis07 · 4 months ago
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They always make my heart melt
I can't draw feathered kittens BAT I like the idea that Gabriel has three pairs of golden wings!!!
THREE PAIRS OF WINGS!!!!✨
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reallyunluckyrunaway · 7 months ago
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Sam trying to explain the time loop in Mystery Spot be like:
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kapellputs · 10 months ago
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Coming out as a sabriel enjoyer
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couldyouimagine-that · 7 months ago
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Take a Moment
Genre; hurt/comfort, fluff
Word count; 1.8k
Warnings; description of reader feeling overwhelmed, reader having a little doubt as to why Gabriel is helping them so much.
Pairing; Gabriel (Supernatural) x Reader
Gabriel who is absolutely smitten with the reader sees they are feeling overwhelmed whilst researching a case and offers to take them somewhere quiet – comfort and cuddling ensues.
I’m back! I really enjoyed writing this one (I'm rewatching Supernatural at the moment and my love of Gabriel has been rekindled) and I’m considering doing something similar with Lucifer – let me know if that’s something you would want to read. Enjoy!
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You didn’t even have to say anything for Gabriel to know something was wrong. Castiel was never likely to notice, but the archangel had to forgive him that. His brother wasn’t the most perceptive when it came to emotion. The Winchesters were very perceptive, but they were only human and you were covering your discomfort well. Your breathing was regular and steady, there were no signs of a tapping foot or a repetitive hand movement, or anything that would signal how you felt.
But Gabriel could actually feel how you felt, one of the perks of his true form being an enormous series of celestial wavelengths. It was incomprehensible to you, he was sure, but you understood enough about angels to get the gist. He watched as you sat at the end of the table in the bunker’s library, having put yourself there so that no one would sit down next to you. You had your legs crossed tight at the knee, your arms crossed where you leaned forward on the table. Your posture looked closed off, but there was a mug of coffee by your side and you had been reading lore for hours. The others would assume you had slept poorly or were bored senseless. What that posture really meant was that you were protecting yourself, consciously or not.
Nothing had happened to trigger it, but it was clear to Gabriel that you felt incredibly overwhelmed. He stayed were he had set himself up by one of the bookshelves, one hip cocked against it. He had seen you leave situations like this in the past, when things finally did get too much and you needed some space to yourself. Equally, he had seen you try to tough it out and pretend everything was fine more times than he wanted to count. He truly wishes you knew you didn’t have to, regardless of if that meant you wanted his help or not.
Sam and Dean were sitting far enough down the table that it didn’t seem to be affecting your clear need – or clear to Gabriel, at least – for personal space. Castiel was browsing books along the shelves on the other side of the room, so whilst Gabriel wanted desperately to intervene and help you, he was glad for a moment to think that he wouldn’t need to.
That was until the idiot brothers decided to open their mouths.
“Hey Y/N, did you find anything on that weapon?”
Gabriel would have liked to snap Dean’s mouth shut. You told him that you hadn’t with a small smile, short but not unkind. Gabriel could see the effort it took for you to regain your focus on your reading. Just a few minutes later and Sam was the one to interrupt you, asking for the title of a book you had mentioned to him the previous day. This time it was harder for you to concentrate on your task again. It was when Dean disrupted your work for a third time, asking if you wanted more coffee as he stood and made his way to the kitchen, that you couldn’t take it a second longer.
Your refusal was decisive and your chair legs scraped against the floor as you pushed back from the table. You left the room quickly with a muttered excuse about going to look for a different book. Gabriel took his chance and flew ahead of you, leaving the library without anyone noticing. He was leaning against the wall outside your room when you arrived in a flurry from the speed at which you had been walking. You jumped in surprise when you rounded the corner to see him standing there and promptly tried to push straight past him in an effort to get a moment by yourself.
“Sorry Gabriel, I just need a minute.” Your words were quiet and your breathing had turned heavy. He knew that he would be making things worse for you in the moment, but he also knew he could help in the long run.
“Hey, sugar…” he murmured, voice even softer than it normally was when he spoke to you. “You wanna go somewhere quiet?”
You paused, hand on the door to your little closed in space in the bunker. No windows, not much by way of fresh air, and a whole group of people in the library just waiting to interrupt your alone time. You trusted Gabriel, knew he would never do anything to hurt you. And you desperately needed a break from it all.
He could have jumped for joy when you nodded, but he kept his reaction contained. He offered you a hand, palm up, which you took hold of immediately. The bunker was gone in the time it took you to blink. Instead, you stood in the main room of a sunny villa-like house, all open plan and large windows. Orange sunlight streamed in from a setting sun and to your right, double glass doors led out onto a sprawling patio. Bright blue pool water glimmered from its centre.
Gabriel let your hand slip from his as you took a few steps into the room, looking around with a beautiful if not tired smile.
“Is this yours?” You asked, a hint of wonder in your words that made Gabriel’s chest swell.
“Just a bit of real estate I have over in Cali.” He gave you his classic playful smirk as you looked back at him, amused by his dismissal of such a nice place. “Make yourself at home, sugar. You want a drink?” You seemed to consider something for a moment, rolling the sentence around in your mouth.
“Actually, I – this is probably silly, but can we just sit down for a minute?”
We.
You wanted to sit down with him until you felt better. That was how much you trusted him, how safe you felt with him. Outwardly, he just gave you a smile and sauntered over to one of the couches arranged artfully around the room.
“Course we can! And don’t ever worry about sounding silly with me.”
He held an intense moment of eye contact with you to make sure his message sank in. You took a seat on the other side of the couch and Gabriel couldn’t resist stretching an arm out along the back of it, behind your head. Not touching, but the invitation was there. You smiled to yourself at his less than subtle antics. He grinned like a cheshire cat when you shifted further towards him and rested your head on his shoulder. He slid his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close, resting his cheek atop your head. You in turn curled into him fully and wound an arm around his neck.
Gabriel didn’t bother to fight the warm feeling in his chest. He felt no need to deny to himself how fond he was of you, instead just enjoying the moment. He felt you relaxing against him physically, but he also felt your mind becoming calmer. His breath shifted your hair as he took in the scent of your shampoo. He had years of experience passing time in the company of humans, but this little display of trust you were putting on meant more to him than a lot of that put together.
His other hand alighted on your hip as you moved closer still, mindlessly seeking comfort. You tucked your legs up onto the couch and the movement allowed you to put more of your weight against the archangel. He wrapped an arm around your waist and you reached your own up over his shoulders. He smiled at you ever so warmly as you tucked your face into his neck, watching your eyes close as you let out a contented sigh. He began to card his fingers through your hair, lightly scraping his nails over the back of your head, and all but basked in the way your head tilted further forwards onto his shoulder.
“You know you can talk to me when you feel like that, right? Or any time. I’m always here if you need me to be.” You tightened your hold on him for a brief moment. “And you can come here whenever you want, just give me the word.”
You leaned back a little at that, catching his eye.
“Gabriel, thank you. Really, thank you, but… why are you doing all this for me?” He rolled his eyes playfully without missing a beat.
“Oh no, the big bad archangel Gabriel looks like he might actually give a crap about some human.” He waved his hands around for dramatic affect before placing them back on you. He then tilted his head forward, narrowing his eyes and raising a brow. “Seriously?” The half shrug you offered had him muttering heatedly to himself in Enochian. “Seriously? Is it really that shocking that I give a damn about you? Why is this coming as such a surprise?” You were planning on not answering that verbally but he refused to let you look away. “Come on, sugar. You must know I care about you by now.” Gabriel’s hand started on a steady path up and down your back, waiting for your answer. You stumbled around your words for a lot longer than you would have liked, still unhappy with what you settled for in the end.
“I – didn’t really realise.”
“You think I bring anyone else here when I can see they need some space to breathe?” He wasn’t mocking, or even upset, he was just being direct.
“I’m surprised you brought me here,” you muttered, very quiet. He didn’t deign to answer that in words, but the look he gave you said come on. You gave a soft sigh of your own. “Gabriel, look. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t realise you cared about me so much, I really didn’t.” He went to hit back, likely with something disparaging, so you tapped his nose to get his attention. The self-righteous expression of how dare you had a grin pulling at your lips. “You can complain about me not realising later, alright? You were a much more calming influence when you weren’t saying anything.” He repeated that back to you, absolutely exasperated by your nerve, but you tucked your face back into his shoulder instead of replying. You felt him shake his head, even as his arms wound back around you.
You knew you wouldn’t have much time left before you needed to return to the bunker, but for the time being, you simply enjoyed your moment of peace.
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gambit-blogs · 4 months ago
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Spooky spn aesthetic
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gilverrwrites · 1 year ago
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Their Perfect Date HCs [Angel edition]
Rating: General
Human Edition | Monster Edition
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Please remember: There is strength in softness.
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Cas
Absolutely brings you flowers. 
Hear me out: fruit picking!
Something like strawberries
Spend the day outdoors in the sunny weather, chatting, walking, picking and comparing fruits. 
Maybe a picnic at the end where you can refuel, and Cas can bask in the sun. Enjoy people/nature watching together. 
Then you take him home and make your harvest into something; a pie, wine, jelly/jam.
Put him in a frilly apron and boop flour on his nose, he’s in love. 
Cas won’t partake in the consumption, but he’ll enjoy watching you, and earnestly listen to your review.
Gabriel 
Brings you chocolates/candy.
(Obviously, he has ideas, plans, and wants of his own, to a dangerous extent but) Gabe at his core just wants to impress you, don’t give him choices because he’s very much a ‘whatever you want’ kinda guy in those scenarios. His ideal date is whatever your ideal date is. 
What do you want for dinner? ‘Whatever you fancy sugar’, your wish: my command.’  Do you prefer the red outfit, or the black? ‘I think you look smokin’ in both, pick whatever you feel good in.’ Do you want pasta or pizza? ‘I want a pizza you. Do you want pasta or pizza?’
Plus, he loves simultaneously using indecisiveness to wind you up and to force you to make decisions for yourself, to voice your own wants and needs.  
Ultimately though, I think his ideal date would be something surprisingly simple. 
Like a coffee date.
Or hot/boozy hot/chocolates and pancakes at a dessert restaurant. 
Tell him about your proudest moments, your favourite everything, your biggest adventures, your fondest dreams, so he can soak you in. 
He’ll tell you about his own escapades, drops some big names, about his early days on earth, and so on. 
Somewhere you can spend hours chitchatting, sharing stories, and getting to know each other, while getting high on sugar and playing footsie under the table. 
Jack
Isn’t sure which is most appropriate or which you would like most, so he brings you all the gifts! Chocolate, flowers, soft toys, you name it! 
But then he gets nervous and thinks it’s too much, so he only gives you the flowers.
Until you’re halfway through your date, when things are just easy and relaxed. He confesses and gives you the other stuff at the end of your date. 
As for the date itself it would be something classic but fun; bowling, mini golf, roller skating. 
If it’s score-based, he won’t be competitive, but also will not let you win. 
If the venue does food, and you’re struggling to pick he’ll order your second choice so the two of you can split and share.
Will find any excuse to try and hold your hand throughout. 
Lucifer 
Does not bring a gift. Come on, he’s all the gift you need. 
Lucifer is not easy to take on a date. (He’s not easy in any regard really.) Especially when you take into account his distaste for all things human.
If he’s earnestly asked you on a date/agreed to a date, then the only salvageable factor is you. No pressure.   
And it's not like he can just fly you away to another galaxy or something, cause you know, human bodies don’t tend to do well in the vacuum of space. 
Plus, he’s so contraire you could spend hours listing ideas and he would bat down every single one. (Secretly loving every moment because he gets to spend time with you, making you laugh as he comes up with more and more ridiculous reasons to reject your ideas). 
Really though, just take him with you on your daily routine, or even like, your ideal day. Let him bitch about all the humans in the grocery store, let him try your favourite foods, him laugh at the kid who dropped their ice cream, and let him watch you geek out at the book/video/hobby store without embarrassment. Just let him experience your true self, while letting him be his true self. 
No policing him, just pure unadulterated freedom with the person he loves.    
Michael 
Brings you chocolates, but not like fancy ones. Adam advised that gifts were customary in human dating culture, but didn’t specify which kind, so he got you a selection of candy bars, the same kind that Adam seems to enjoy. 
Something outdoorsy and active but with a view; Hiking, rock climbing, or even just a long walk on the beach. 
Something where you can find a nice place to settle and watch the clouds and/or stars together. 
If stargazing, he will teach you about the different constellations, their creation, and their stories. 
Will be absolutely enamoured if you already know some of it and are able to have a back-and-forth conversation. 
Adam also tried to teach him some other dating tricks, like fake stretching to put his arm around you, but that seems redundant. If he wants to put his arm around you, he will simply do so. 
Short circuits a little when you lean in closer and rest your head on his chest/shoulder. 
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marksmarkers93 · 5 months ago
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Behold- his bastardness, GABRIEL
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Gabe is one of my favourite characters and i had SO MUCH FUN DRAWING HIM!! i actually drew him before rowena since he was ahead at the start of the poll before they tied and rowena won
He has 2 pairs of wings both of which he can make invisable. His magic is so potent that it takes on a sharp appearance. He has feathers on his hooves to make his movement lighter cause magic.
His cutie mark isnt actually real either! None of the angels have cutie marks but because gabe is so powerful he can summon one to "blend in"
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ALSO IVE BEEN LISTENING TO SIR MIXALOTS NASTY DOG ON REPEAT AND ITS LITERALLY GABE @ SAM!!! HE IS A NASTY DAWGGG + a doodle of gabe, his size difference with cas n a destiel doodle
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winchesterszvonecek · 1 year ago
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“Lucifer, you’re my brother and I love you, but you are a great big bag of dicks.”
GABRIEL in every episode | 5x19 🍫
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asbeel · 6 months ago
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The brothers Winchester (+Milligan) and their angels' shenanigans
#1: the angels say "I love you"
Castiel: Dean... I love you
Dean: Hey man, that's kinda gay.
Castiel: We've been dating for months now, of course we're gay
Dean: I know. I was just using humor to distract myself from the traumatic flashback I just got
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Gabriel: Hey Sammy! I love you~
Sam: No, we can't have a threesome
Gabriel: Dammit
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Michael: I love you.
Adam: I love you too, Michael.
Michael: I love you!
Adam: I love you too, Michael?
Michael: I LOVE YOU!
Adam: I LOVE YOU TOO, MICHAEL!?
Michael: You want sushi for dinner?
Adam: Aight bet
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heeheeposting · 2 days ago
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full Mega Ultra HD Family Gabriel jpeg, i know you all want to save it to your phones ❤️
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HOLY CRAP. ARCHANGEL GABRIEL?
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b0risisntcis · 11 days ago
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Pencil sketch of Gabriel's ''death''. 🪽🗡️
The final drawing is coming soon (if I stay hyperfixiated on that mf)
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genekies · 1 year ago
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this man??? this man!!!! this man 😤
<3
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kapellputs · 10 months ago
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Gabriel in his biblical attire !!
Tried a new shading method with this one, I think it’s gonna stick… he also had three pairs of wings originally but I got lazier as I drew so he progressively got wound down to the usual pair.
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couldyouimagine-that · 7 months ago
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I'm So Sorry
Genre; big angst, hurt/comfort
Word count; 2.1k
Warnings; canon typical violence towards the reader (by Lucifer – but Gabriel fixes you afterwards)
Pairing; Gabriel (Supernatural) x Reader, Lucifer (Supernatural) x Reader
Gabriel and Lucifer have a fight and Reader attempts to comfort Lucifer to disastrous consequences.
Well this one got away from me! This is not how the story was supposed to go and fear not, part two is coming soon!
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Lucifer and Gabriel had been fighting. Not physically, not in a shouting match, but quietly – viciously. About why Lucifer was truly cast out of heaven, what he had inflicted upon humanity just to prove to his father he was right. Sympathy for the devil was a strong phrase, but you could understand Lucifer’s feeling of betrayal. Of course, that didn’t make up for everything he had done since. Lucifer had turned away from Gabriel after a particularly harsh – honest, but harsh – comment that Lucifer couldn’t handle being treated as the second-best Chuck truly believed him to be. The angle had meant that although Gabriel couldn’t see, you were able to watch a single tear track down Lucifer’s cheek before he furiously wiped it away. He hit back with something quieter, less meaningful, then stormed out of the room. Gabriel stared after his brother’s retreating back, expression stoic, but you knew he was hurting too.
You knew that caring about both of them was dangerous, it didn’t take a genius to work that out. The most retaliation you would expect to get from Gabriel were harsh words, arguments, at most perhaps losing him as a friend. Lucifer, you weren’t so sure. You watched as Gabriel turned away, arms crossed, gaze skating aimlessly over the surface of the library’s main table. Saying nothing, you made your way to the kitchen and wasted a few minutes in there to give them both a chance to cool off. You had bought a box of Gabriel’s favourite candy a little while back and figured you might as well give it to him now, even if he could summon a lifetime supply of it himself with a snap of his fingers. Their family drama was millennia in the making and you knew full well there was nothing you could do about it, but with Sam and Dean out on a hunt, you wanted to see if you could attempt to smooth things over after this latest fight.
Gabriel was still more or less where you had left him, still silent and unreadable. Sure that he knew you were there, you walked over a placed a hand on his shoulder, just saying hello. You already knew he wasn’t okay and whatever he answered to that question, you wouldn’t have anything useful to say back.
“Hey, sugar,” he muttered, forcing on a smile for your benefit. You returned it sympathetically without saying a word, but then put on a goofy grin as you revealed the box of candy, shaking it a little for impact. You received a mildly amused scoff for your effort as Gabriel took the box off you and read the curly writing on the lid. He sighed heavily, letting you pull him into a side hug.
“I’m sorry,” you said, knowing it didn’t matter but not knowing what else to say. He just shook his head, hugging you back and leaving a quick kiss on the top of your head.
“It’s Lucifer. It’s nothing new.”
You just stood there together for a few minutes before you told him you would be back in a few, heading in the direction in which Lucifer had disappeared. You were sure you hadn’t missed the note of apprehension on Gabriel’s face.
“Sweet cheeks, I know you don’t need me telling you what to do, but I know my brother. You don’t want to be around him when he’s like this, trust me.” You had to work to convince him it would be okay, that you were just going to check on Lucifer and would leave afterwards. You told him you wouldn’t get into a situation where you could get hurt, but it was clear he didn’t believe you. Eventually though, he relented. “Alright, but remember if you need anything, I’m right here. I mean it, okay? Something goes wrong, you pray to me and I’ll be there.”
You appreciated his concern, though it had certainly helped to make you more nervous. This wasn’t the first time you had checked in on Lucifer after some kind of altercation had taken place, but it had never involved his brother before. And you had certainly never seen something upset him enough to make him cry.
He didn’t answer the first time you knocked on the door to the room that he had taken as his own, but you were persistent. You knocked again, calling his name until you got a response.
“What.” Even that sounded threatening, his voice low and controlled.
“It's just me… can I come in?”
You decided to take the lack of response as a yes, gingerly pushing open the door in case you were wrong. He was faced away from you, standing on the opposite side of the room staring at the wall. You were sure he wasn’t actually seeing it though. You shut the door softly behind you, stepping a little closer but still keeping a good distance from him. You had no desire to be disintegrated just because you didn’t stay far enough back.
“You wanna talk?”
It was at that point you should have heeded Gabriel’s warning and left. Lucifer’s back was ramrod straight, nothing remaining of his normally relaxed posture. What you could see of his face seemed darker, emotionless. It reminded you of when you had first met him, when he had first taken Nick as a vessel but was trying to persuade Sam to say yes to him in time for the biblical end of days. He usually made the effort to be a little playful for you, even if he was upset.
When he still didn’t respond, you threw your previous caution to the wind and took a few hesitant steps forward. You walked slowly, gave him time to tell you to back off – but he didn’t. You supposed you had made the mistake of behaving as if the being before you was anything other than the devil himself.
When you got to him, you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder as you had done with Gabriel – and he reacted as if you, nothing more than a human, had tried to threaten him with something as lowly as a steel blade against his throat. He spun around on a heel and backhanded your arm so hard that you felt something in your wrist snap. Your cry of pain was drowned out by Lucifer’s scream. It sent a clear, high-pitched ringing through your ears, deafening you to everything else. His eyes blazed crimson, his wings lay thrown upon the wall in shadow from the angelic light pouring out around him and for the first time, you got a glimpse of the creature you were really dealing with.
His blow had been powerful enough to send you staggering back across the room with enough force to slam into the opposite wall. Your ribs groaned from the impact and you struggled to even remain upright, your wheezing filling the space around you as you tried and failed to draw breath. You knew you were winded somewhere in your mind, but your panicked attempts to claw for air were automatic. Lucifer’s wings flared wide in shadow as he stopped screaming and instead bared his teeth, striding towards you at a terrifying pace. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your hands trembling wildly where you held your wrist tight to your body. You could hardly hear, you could barely breathe, and the pain in your wrist was excruciating, travelling through your hand and up your arm. You pressed your body back against the wall as hard as you could out of reflex and absolute terror, Lucifer getting closer and closer until... Gabriel. The devil’s steps seemed to slow down as your mind began to spin, finally coming up with a coherent thought.
Gabriel. Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel –
And lo and behold, you were blinded instantaneously by a searing angelic light which separated you from Lucifer. You closed your eyes to the onslaught and when you were finally able to open them again, it was gone. The archangels were gone. You were alone, your ragged breathing the only sound to be heard. Your knees finally gave out and you slid down the wall to the floor, hardly daring to do more than glance at the unnatural angle of your wrist. You didn’t move, straining to hear anything through the ringing in your ears to decide if either of them were still in the bunker. It was when you looked down to observe the state of yourself that you realised your entire body was shaking. You got your breathing in order, did your best to blink away the lights in your eyes then forced yourself onto your feet, realising that when Lucifer eventually did come back, this would be the first place he went.
Spurred on by the thought, you reached your own room relatively quickly. You huddled atop your bed, back to several pillows and still clutching your wrist. You weren’t ashamed to say that you held an angel blade in your uninjured hand. It wouldn’t kill him, but if Lucifer did come back, it would give you a chance to get away. Whilst you hoped desperately that wouldn’t happen, the minutes dragged on. Your wrist throbbed, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears… You flinched at every sound. And when an angel finally did appear in your room, you yelped aloud like an injured dog.
“Oh my god,” you whimpered out in the split second it took you to recognise Gabriel. He was by your side in seconds, down on his knees and with his open palms raised as if he didn’t know if you would want him to touch you or not. You dropped the angel blade to rest on the duvet beside you.
“Sugar, I am so sorry.”
Gabriel reached for you slowly, only resting a hand on your arm to heal you when you didn’t move away. You drew in a deep breath, your pain gone and your senses returned to normal. But any attempts to thank your saviour went unnoticed. He was up on his feet and pacing immediately, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. He refused stubbornly to make eye contact with you.
“I can’t believe I let you go. I can’t believe I let you go to him! What was I thinking? How could I have been so stupid? You're a human!”
You failed to get his attention by saying his name, so you drew yourself up to standing and physically interrupted his pacing when he turned back around.
“Gabriel, stop,” you told him, hands on his shoulders as you tried to make him listen to you. “I’m okay, you got to me in time. It’s okay-”
“Of course it’s not okay!” You swallowed as he released an exasperated sigh. "He could’ve killed you – no, actually I’d say he was going to kill you.” You had been terrified, more so than you could ever recall having been before, but you didn’t think it was quite that dire. “Y/N, he was playing with you like a cat with a trapped mouse! If I hadn’t gotten there…”
But you did was apparently not enough to satisfy him. He brought his hands up to your arms, smoothing his palms up and down them in distress. He told you he didn’t know where Lucifer was when you asked, which you supposed gave you a little time to level out. Then again, it also meant the threat of the devil's return was hanging over your head. Becoming calmer now, you began to notice the state Gabriel was in. The shoulder of his leather jacket was torn, he had a gash and a blooming dark bruise across one cheek. He had transported them both to Chuck knew where and if what happened with you had been Lucifer’s reaction to just a hand on his shoulder, you didn’t like to think what he had done to Gabriel when they landed.
“Are you okay?” The archangel looked like his head was about to explode.
“Are you kidding? I'm not the one who-”
“Gabe.” Maybe it was the informality of the nickname which had given him pause, or maybe your tone of voice. But he held your gaze properly for the first time since he had reappeared, his voice lower and calmer.
“I’m fine.”
That was good enough for you. You nodded, sliding your arms up around his neck and breathing a sigh of relief when his own wrapped around your waist.
“You’re shaking,” he muttered, palms moving restlessly along your spine. But then he allowed himself his own sigh. “Come on,” he murmured quietly, and a snap of his fingers brought you into his own room where he had a long couch and a widescreen TV ready to play whatever you chose.
You didn’t know how long the two of you sat there in silence, but you were more grateful for the company than you were able to put into words.
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alt0writings · 1 year ago
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Only for you~
Lucifer x reader
fandom: supernatural
Note: in my stories "luce" is pronounced like "loose" just so you know :)
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When I mentioned looking at his wings he tensed up his mind was running over all the situations. The only conclusion he could think of is I would leave him.
So he denied it, "don't you think we're kind of busy right now?" He says kind of harshly. I frowned "no your right we are busy" I laughed awkwardly.
Since lucifer wasn't showing his wings maybe I could ask michael for a description.
Michael wasn't keen on the idea of telling me, "come on michael tell me!" I begged. He still said no.
I sat down in a chair right next to sam and dean "hey boys, how's it going?"
They both looked stressed "not good we can't find this crucial piece of information." Sam groans and lays his head on his arms which were folded in front of him on the table.
I frown "can I help some how?" I looked over towards dean but he was shaking his head "nothing you can do kid" I sigh and nod.
Sam and dean had left to go hunt a werewolf that has been eating elderly people. I sat in a chair off to the side in the library so as not to disturb micheal and lucifer, it's the first time they had gotten along without wanting to rip each other's throats out.
I was reading my book, as I was nearing the end of a chapter I could hear whispers. I turned the page to act like I was reading when I was actually listening.
"Just show them!" Michael harshly whispered. I heard a growl and a forced bitter laugh "you know I can't do that." Everything was silent after that.
After a while dean and sam came back, "how did the hunt go?" They smiled and hugged me. "It went really well besides the fact we almost died" dean snorts. I shake my head and nod "I'm glad you both are back in one piece" they release me and back up, my face scrunches up "you smell like a wet dog. Go take a shower."
Once they agreed and started walking towards their rooms I took my leave and started walking towards my room.
I opened my door and almost jumped out of my skin, lucifer was sitting on my bed, and was sweating profusely He looked up and rolled his shoulders.
"I need your help" he stood up and pulled me into my room before shutting the door and putting an angel banishing sigil on it. "What are you doing?" I question, he sighs and gently places his hands on my shoulders. "You want to see my wings right?" He says while looking away he seemed.
Fearful.
I nod cautiously, he sighs and pulls his hands away before walking around me towards my bed. He pulls his shirt off, he had a surprisingly toned body he wasn't a bodybuilder and wasn't exactly fat. What was the word I am looking for? Oh right.
Dad Bod. He has a dad bod, he turns and walks towards me. From where he stood in front of me I could feel his breath fan against my face, a slight minty smell.
"Don't freak out." He quietly mumbled as he covered my eyes. A bright light flashed from behind his fingers, he pulled his hand away.
I gasp as I take in the beauty of his wings. There were 3 sets of 6, the biggest were the brightest.
pink mixing with blue while fading into black due to burn damage they looked to be torn. The set below that was a mix of pink and white with small black spots, it kind of looked like a sunrise it was also burnt but it also looked torn as well. His last set was the smallest yet was still bigger than your thigh. It looked to be the worst, half of it was gone but you could tell it was gold underneath all the dirt and grime.
"They need grooming, c-can you do that?" His request went on deaf ears, I was hypnotized by their beauty.
I blink repeatedly "what?" I shake my head slightly before looking up at his face. His cheeks had a pink hue to them, he groaned and released my shoulders "listen I need help cleaning them I don't wanna have to ask michael." He crosses his arms over his chest as if a defense.
I nod "of course I would be honored too luce. I can't believe you let me see your wings." I mumbled the last sentence, not trying to be rude or suggest I wouldn't be honored to do this again.
"Only for you~" he purred out as I ran my hands through his biggest set of wings.
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