#supernatural gabriel fanfiction

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SPN Boys w/ angel wing tattoo gn! reader

Synopsis: The Supernatural boys reaction to finding out you have angel wings tattooed onto your back.

Warnings: Mention of possible innuendos

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Dean

When he sees them for the first time, he's suspicious. He's seen angels, knowing how tricky they can get.. Perhaps you were just another trick of Heaven to make him vulnerable. He doesn't like it

Once you both confirm that no, you are in fact not an angel, he chills out about it a bit.

Definitely asks you if you regret it now that you both know how big of dicks angels are.

Doesn't really ask about it. The most he would do is get drunk and ask why you got it but that's it. He really doesn't care much.

As much as he's indifferent about it, he'd eventually grow to adore it.

"Hey! Angel!" Castiel looks over, "No, not you. Y/N."

I personally think he would like to look at them. He would like it if you wore shirts with the back showing or no shirt at all.. He just wants to see them.

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Sam

Much like his brother, he's a little suspicious at first, would interrogate you.

"Y/N," "Yes Sam?" "What's that tattoo for?" "Which tattoo." "On your back." "Angel wings?" "Yes." "Just liked them." "Oh."

He would trust you, especially if you have other tattoos that don't have to do with hunting or the such.

Would ask you about them, constantly referring to them as "Your wings."

A long day of interrogation of a town? He's patting the spot next to him on the small motel bed saying, "C'mere, I'll rub your wings for 'ya."

Messy hunt? "Go clean your wings off, Y/N."

It's even funnier if Dean doesn't know about the tattoo. He's so confused as to why his brother keeps mentioning you having wings. Assumes it's sexual.

He just..adores them? In a way he feels as if you are an angel sent to keep him in line.

He'd rather have you than other angels anyways.

Would 100% call you angel out of it. Forget any other nickname he may of been trying out, you are now just angel.

"So, angel, get this.."

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Castiel

He doesn't understand at first. At all. He will ask you about it.

"Why are you pretending to be an angel?" "Excuse me?" "You have wings drawn on.." "Oh, my tattoo?"

Once you explain it to him, he calms down a bit, but he's still a bit confused. Why did you get it, why angel wings? Why the specific design? Why on your back? Did it hurt? Lots of questions.

He likes them. Why wouldn't he? It makes him feel closer to you in a way.

Dean will refer to you two as "the match made in heaven."

It's cheesy.

I think Castiel would like tracing over them with his finger, dedicating it to mind.

He likes having something in common with you, in a way. He thinks it's endearing.

"Y/N," "Yes, angel?" "Take your shirt off," "Oh-Cas-" "I would like to examine your tattoo."

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Gabriel

Oh this cocky bastard.

He's honored, for starters, or at least that's what he says.

"oh-Baby, what's that you got there?" "Gabriel, what are you talking about." "Those delicious wings you've been hiding from me."

He understands the concept of tattoos more than Castiel does, so he doesn't have too many questions.

He just thinks that they are hot, and honestly he is so valid for that.

"I mean- these are almost better than the real things!"

He likes to tease you about them, since he's in fact the inspo.

But, happy spouse is a happy house, he does constantly talk about how much he likes them. Constantly.

"C'mon sugar, let me see them again, please???" He loves to look at it, touch it, etc.

He gets sad when he remembers you don't actually have wings.

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Lucifer

I do not think he'd be a fan.

Sure, he stands you as a human, but.. a human pretending to be an angel?

"Darling, you realize you're not an angel, correct?" "Yes, Luci." "Just making sure."

Sure, he wouldn't say anything about it to drive you away, but he thinks you have a lot of nerve.

He doesn't like to think about it too much.

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Crowley

Bud does not really like them much due to what they represent but he really doesn't care.

He'd go so far as to just call you an angel to go along with it.

he's really indifferent about it :/

[via-l0ve]

Hey-hey!! I'm so glad I came across your posts on SPN!!

Let's imagine that the reader has severe menstrual pain. I'd like to see the boys take care of her during "those days". If possible, add Gabriel, I love him soooo much.

Period Pains (SPN pref!)🩷

a/n: hi honey!!! i absolutely adore this request. from someone with terrible periods, im sending you hugs and kisses

warnings: periods/menstrual cycle, mention of pain, cramps and things like that!!

Dean:

dean is scared

idk at first he thought you were gonna die

he was so scared when you curled yourself up in a little ball

he learned to just go with whatever you wanted

cuddles? always. stay the fuck away from you? gladly

literally ask him for anything he will be out and grabbing it for you within two minutes.

he’s always stocked with products for you

he also always has heating pads and medicine for you. he’s so worried about your health

he wants to make sure you’re comfortable

he makes you stay in bed and no hunts until the bleeding stops

he gets you presents

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Sam:

sam has a whole bag for you

emergency pads, tampons, extra underwear, medicine

he gets nervous

is ALWAYS right by your side

floods you with compliments and worries

“are you going to be okay?” “yes sam. just like every other month.”

“you’re so pretty, y/n.”

just. ugh. i love him

he will go out and buy you pads or tampons or cups or whatever the fuck you use with no shame

he tries to not make you mad or overwhelm you

he always takes off hunts to be with you

what a cute boy <3

he just wants the best for you

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Castiel:

first of all, cas is horrified that you have to go through this

when you explain in detail why you get cramps, he swears he almost passes out

poor boy is so worried about his love

he tracks it on his phone

just so he can stock up on products for you

he writes you love letters and buys you candy

he also will watch all of your silly little movies with you

you don’t ever have to ask

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Gabe:

Gabe is always tryna make you laugh

he’s very ill prepared and he dosent know what to do

he annoys you accidentally a lot and then gets scared when you yell/cry/other emotions

he buys you flowers for every day of your period

he also learned somewhere that orgasms help lessen the pain of period cramps so..

aaaaaanyways

he watches your movies with you and cooks food you for constantly

he cried with you at bambi

“the mom dies????”

“Y/N WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME WATCH THIS?”

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SAM WINCHESTER X READER

Close- fluff, fem!reader Summary: Reader breaks her arm on a hunt and needs some somewhat intimate assistance. Who does she ask for help but Sam Winchester, with whom she shares a silent, mutual pining????

Take A Picture, It'll Last Longer- fluff Summary: While hunting with the Winchesters, you had picked up a disposable camera to capture some memories. Each photo represented an important point in your collective journey- all the while, hinting at a budding connection behind the scenes. 

Close Behind- angst, gn!reader Summary: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to Sam- and that scares the hell out of him. Based on the song “Close Behind” by Noah Kahan. 

Heaven Hellbent- angst, fem!reader Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, Sam discovers a secret you've been keeping for years. Part 1 of the series! DEAN WINCHESTER X READER

Back on the Beach- fluff, angst, gn!reader Summary: Reader and the Winchesters find themselves at the beach for a rare day off after a long string of difficult hunts. Something about the special day changes things forever.

Bless the Broken Road- angst, fem!reader Summary: A glimpse into the broken road that led Dean Winchester to you. Based on "Bless the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts.

Times You Threatened to Kill Dean Winchester- fluff, angst, gn!reader Summary: A brief account of all the times you wanted to kill a certain hunter.

The Space Between- fluff, a little bit of spice, gn!reader Summary: Reader breaks their arm on a hunt and needs a little assistance. Dean version of Close (Sam x Reader)

In The Stillness- angst, fluff, fem!reader Summary: A glimpse into the ways you've impacted Dean Winchester CASTIEL X READER

Numb- angst, comfort, winchester sister!reader Summary: Reader is Sam and Dean’s sister. After a series of unfortunate events, she finds herself separating from her brothers to deal with her own shit the only way she knows how. Castiel, however, has a few things to say about it. 

Saving Grace | Part 2- gn!reader Summary: Cas is hurt after a hunt, and when he's hurting, you're hurting. Sometimes even an angel needs a helping hand.

Saving Grace Epilogue- gn!reader Summary: Ways the world has softened since uniting with your angel. Can serve as an epilogue or stand alone!

Lessons on Humanity- gn!reader Summary: Human!Cas arrives on your doorstep in need of a helping hand. Taking him under your wing, you offer him more than he bargained for.

GABRIEL X READER Long Day- gn!reader Summary: After a stressful day, a familiar face pops in for a visit. With snacks.

CROWLEY X READER coming soon (leave a request!)

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I’d appreciate your recommendations! Does anyone have good fanfic recs for any of these pairings:

Rhaenyra/Alicent

Bonnie/Damon - Vampire Diaries

Regina/Emma -OUAT

Xena/Gabrielle

Mikasa/Eren

Azula/Katara

Ian/Mickey - Shameless

Eve/Vilannelle

Castiel/Dean

In universe if possible! Thank you everyone ❤️

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burgundy

gabriel x reader

warnings: slightly sub!gabriel (but mostly a switch) teasing, wing kink, smut, language, maybe overstim if you look hard enough?

Gabriel had been around since creation. Hell, even before that. During early stages of his life, he had been too busy to think about pursuing any sort of romantic interests; doing his father’s dirty work, delivering messages, avoiding fights between his siblings, whatever kept him busy.

In recent years, the occasional hooker or porn star was enough to suffice. He’d messed around with Kali, but there wasn’t any emotional attachment there. He preferred to be constantly on the go. That was until he met you.

Gabriel was instantly drawn to you. He tried, tried so hard to avoid it, for your own safety. If the wrong people found out he had a soft spot for you, that’d make you a target. But you’d stuck to him like glue. Neither of you could deny it. It didn’t matter what the Winchesters or anybody thought; he was your archangel. You were his person.

Now here you were, on top of him, peppering kisses along his jawline, fingers weaving their way through his soft, golden feathers. His hands gripped the bedsheets, and he let out a long, husky sigh. You circled your hips against his, grinding against him, earning a low groan.

“Sugar, please.” Gabriel whined, pushing his hips up at yours, desperate for any friction.

You weren’t about to give in yet, wanting to see how far he’d unravel. Sitting up, you looked over him, your eyes meeting his. His eyes were dark and wild with lust, staring into yours with need. The messy sight of him beneath you was almost enough to send you over the edge; almost. His hair was disheveled, breathing uneven.

He had no idea he was capable of wanting something so badly. You leaned back down over him, kissing below his ear, gently sucking the skin before moving to his mouth. He leaned up, meeting your lips with his own. You could almost taste the desire on him. His tongue made its way into your mouth, clashing with yours. When you came up for breath, you moved back down to his collarbone, kissing and leaving a line across him.

You moved your fingers further up toward the base of his wings, weaving through feathers and massaging deep into the muscle, earning a whimper from him. Now that was driving him crazy. Gabriel didn’t show his wings to anyone, apart from casting shadows, which was more a display of power. You were the first person to see them in all of their glory, which was probably the deepest form of trust he could ever give.

And here you were, using them to your advantage. Each movement across his feathers sent pleasure coursing through his very essence. He groaned as you hit a particularly sensitive spot, his grace stirring within him. Your name rolled from his tongue as if it were something from the gospel. It was almost too much. The room felt too hot, despite the fact that he was supposed to be unbothered by temperature. He wanted, no, needed more.

Part of him wanted to flip you over and fuck you right into the mattress until you couldn’t even think. On the other hand, he wanted to melt right there. He could die happily right then and there, with you on top of him, giving him your full, undivided attention.

Sex was not something archangels needed. God’s creatures and lust just didn’t mix. Sure, it was a decent outlet to blow off steam, but for the longest time Gabriel never even pursued it. When he did, it was just that; to blow off steam on some pornstar. It was never something he needed.

But at this moment, he couldn’t think about anything else. He needed you more than anything, as if it were a basic survival need; and in his state of mind, it might actually be. For the first time in centuries- perhaps ever, his mind was blank with pure, unfiltered lust.

“Y/N, I need you. Please.” Gabriel begged.

Nothing else mattered but you in that moment. His hands moved to your hips with a grip that, in any other circumstance, would hurt. You knew you’d be waking up the next morning with fingertip bruises. He had never wanted anything more in his entire life. You sat up, moving your hands down to his pants, finding his hard cock pressed against the fabric.

“Is that all for me, Gabe?” There was an edge of humor in your tone. It wasn’t very often you found yourself in this position. It was almost a humbling thought, that one of the world’s most powerful forces was a whimpering mess beneath you.

He pulled you back down on top of him. “Sugar, all of me is for you,” And there was not a single doubt about that.

Gabriel sat up, keeping you in his lap. His patience was gone, and he could barely even think straight. He didn’t have to put any thought into it, and just like that, and his pants, along with your own clothes were gone, leaving nothing to separate the two of you. He was quick to work, lifting his hand up to grab your breasts, massaging and thumbing over your sensitive nipples. He placed deep kisses at your neck, his molten hot cock between your thighs begging for friction.

He flipped you over, so that he towered over you. He spent the next few moments with his full attention on you, kissing every sensitive spot on your neck. Each little sound you made fueled him on.

“Gabriel..” You whined. Every ounce of you wanted him, more than anything.

“Oh, now you want more? Hm?” He replied, bringing two fingers down your your folds, rubbing back and forth. You were soaked. It was his turn to tease you now, and he wasn’t planning on giving in easily. He returned to your breasts, leaving soft kisses all over.

His fingers circled your clit, his touch light as a feather. You bucked your hips towards him, desperate for more. He groaned at your need, kissing and sucking at your neck, and at the same time, slipped two fingers into you. You tossed your head back, an embarrassingly loud moan filling the air. If this was the reaction two fingers got, you were in for a long night.

“You’re so good for me, sugar.” He smirked, curling his fingers to hit just the right spot. You cried out, the pleasure coursed through your body. He repeated the motion, slipping in and out of you, his thumb occasionally rubbing at your clit.

You reached up to grab something- anything, and your fingers met with his wings again. You gripped the feathers, pulling softly and he emitted a nearly inhuman sound. He’s starting to feel possessive, and it’s both scary and invigorating. His grace stirs deep within him, more than it has in a very long time.

Gabriel’s breath is shaky, and you aren’t sure you’ve ever heard him like this. When it comes to his wings, this is intimacy beyond the regular sex you have. In this moment, you’re touching him; his actual self, not just his vessel. That’s a rather profound realization. His fingers pushed deeper into her, curling again at just the right spot.

“Oh- Fuck, Gabriel..” You murmur, and he cups your jaw with his other hand, his mouth covering yours as he takes his fingers out of you. He stroked his cock, coating it with your juices. He guided himself to just the right place, leaving it right at your entrance. Your fingertips dug into the muscle of his wings, and electricity crackled through the air as he moaned your name. He rubbed his cock against your clit.

Gabriel bucked his hips forward with one swift motion, his hot cock filling you completely. You gasped at the intrusion, and his breathing hitched. For a moment there was silence between the two of you. You wiggled your hips, adjusting to him.

“You okay, sugar?” He murmured, beginning at a slow pace. There were no words, your mind blank with pleasure. You could only moan his name, bucking your hips up to push him in deeper. You could only hope he got the point.

And that he did, he planted his mouth onto yours, withdrawing his cock completely. His tongue danced with yours, and he thrust back into you, filling you to the brim once more. This time, he wasted no time. He set a hard, fast pace, fucking you damn near senseless. The room filled with the sounds of his groans, your moans, and skin on skin.

You moved your hands further up the base of his wings, massaging between the feathers, earning a whine at your touch. Gabriel couldn’t stand it. His grace whorled deep inside of him, and for once, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He reached down between the two of you, thumbing at your clit. You practically melted at the extra touch, pleasure coursing through your body in waves.

You recognized a familiar buildup deep within your core; you were close, and Gabriel knew it as well. He knew by the way you gripped his feathers, by the way your moans grew breathy, the way your hips bucked up at him.

“I’ve got you, sugar,” He coaxed. He was almost there too. The pressure built up, more and more, until you couldn’t bear it anymore. You cried out, clinging to him as your orgasm rocked your body, bucking your hips up at him. He following you quickly, his cock twitched, and he gave a couple more hard thrusts.

Gabriel cried out your name, followed by words in a language you’d never heard. Hot spurts of cum coated your insides, and he groaned, pressing his forehead against your chest.

The two of you lay there panting, and you relaxed into the bed, letting out a deep sigh. Gabriel rolled over to the side, pulling you into his arms. He stared down at you with dark, honey gold eyes, analyzing your movements.

“You okay, Y/N?” He murmured, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. You looked up to him, nothing but love in your expression, and nodded. You met his lips with your own, kissing him slowly.

“I love you, Gabe.” You whispered back at him. He didn’t respond, but he didn’t have to. There was no question to how he felt about you, and he had just cemented that fact. You could die happy in that moment, and he was in the same boat.

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[dark-dragon-8]

I want to write a supernatural fic where Sam still hunts while in college.

Like, hunting has always been such a big part of his life that he just can't live without it, especially when he knows other people are going to die and/or suffer if he doesn't help them.

I want Sam to be one of those students that you know never goes to any of the classes but almost always gets an A (or at the very least a passing grade) on all the exams/assignments (he both knows from experience and studies in his free time while on the road).

I want Sam to be the weird/cool guy at school that everyone theorizes about ["Do you think he has a girlfriend?" "He must be rich or something, how else can he afford to travel so much while still attending school" (he's not BTW) "I wonder who that guy that always drives him to and from classes/exams is" (that's Dean) "So he's a passenger princess" (they've never seen him drive), etc].

Everything about the show is the same (I might keep Jess alive though, IDK, like that girl who ends up having a crush on him so she's looking into him and finds out some stuff) except he's still in school and he & Dean always cover their faces/only Dean impersonates people (that work with the state/law & stuff) so that the authorities won't be able to connect things too quickly and ambush them while there's a test or something.

Sam is literally the cryptid of the school after getting his powers, like people literally see him get visions/mumble about future events in the middle of those rare lessons he comes to/exams/assignments.

After Dean becomes a demon, people start thinking he's his drug dealer and that they're a part of some Mafia group that needs a new lawyer/future new lawyer (hence why Sam is learning law) after they keep hearing hushed conversations where Sam practically begs this Dean guy to "Just please give it to me, please Dean I don't think I can take it much longer" (assuming "it" probably means like heroin or some other type of drug. Also how they finally found out Dean's name) and Dean begrudgingly handing him a small red vial and telling him he'll give him more, sometimes directly from the source (his wrist), later. Sam also starts bringing a second, smaller, steel water bottle to school after those interactions start but almost nobody notices (or they do and there are a thousand and one new conspiracies about it and what it means, after all, it could just be coffee for all they know, they can't be sure though, and they're too scared to ask whenever they do see him and he actually stays in school for a little longer instead of instantly leaving to go somewhere. So they don't really get the chance to ask him even if they want to).

They see him "give a random girl hickeys" in the alley right beside the school (he's actually drinking Ruby's blood after she got her throat slashed/slashed her own throat just a little bit so that they won't look too suspicious) and they think that's his GF. And then some other students see him doing the same to his drug dealer's (Dean's) wrist a few days later and they don't know what to think anymore [he was desperate (read; needed a boost before a stressful exam/lesson/finals week), okay? He wasn't thinking straight and all three thought it was at least somewhat okay as long as they were being careful].

One day, during a lesson because the others know he won't answer during an exam, Bobby (because he still isn't talking to John, fuck you John) is calling him, saying it's an emergency and that they need him there ASAP. He doesn't remember to control his reaction in front of the class and now everyone further believes that he's in the Mafia and that was his boss talking to him [they vaguely remember hearing him, quietly whisper, if they need him to bring his extra guns at the start of the conversation/if he needs to kill someone/if anybody died towards the end of it (all said somewhat casually, considering the situation, mind you)].

I imagine Gabriel coming over to fuck with him one day at the school and people thinking he's part of a rival group/family (that may or may not have joined Sam's own after betraying said family, depending on the timeline) based on their interactions. On that same note, I want Castiel to be like the boss's right hand/messenger and that their boss's name/title is God/the lord (if I was in that situation, I would think their boss is very narcissistic, but I won't say anything about it because crime and I don't want to die yet). And then when Godstiel comes around, Dean, who at this point knows way more than Sam about these rumors (because unlike Sam he's actually been around), makes him seem like their new boss (he might just use it to help him get laid, like in that one episode, but IDK).

I really want to write it, and I might just do it, I just need to finish the series first so that I'll be characterizing them correctly (these are all characters I already somewhat know about/saw) so we'll see if I remember it by then.

Feel free to use this idea but also I want credit/link to the story (mainly a link) if you do use it, since I want to read it regardless of whether or not I actually write this (knowing myself, I probably will. Like 78% will).

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Clothes - [ Gabriel ]

Prompt: How he’d react to you wearing his clothes requested

Word Count: 1155

Warnings: female!reader, fluff, suggestive tones

A/N: the prompt was meant to be a headcanon but i decided to make it a little fic instead

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You were always cold in the mornings. No matter how warm the room you were in was or who was sleeping next to you, you couldn’t help but feel a chill. It’s what made getting out of bed that much harder for you most days.

And today was no different as when you woke, your eyes fluttering sleepily open at the sound of rowdy neighbours in the motel room beside yours, you were quick to feel the cold seep into your body. Right down to your bones in a way that had you shaking almost immediately and it was as though someone had you on vibrate.

Normally you’d just pull the covers back up and nestle into the bed until you felt a smidge of warmth beneath your skin. But this morning you really, really needed to pee, therefore you couldn’t wait any longer otherwise you’d burst. So you were left with no other choice but to suck it up, and face the cold of the room.

Before you did that though, you glanced to your side, the early morning sun that crept through the thin curtains casting perfectly over Gabriel’s sleeping face, making you smile softly as you still couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that you were dating an archangel.

If someone had told you back when you first met him, when he was making people believe they were being abducted by aliens and having alligators roam about the sewers, that you’d be here with him now you’d have laughed in their face.

Yet here you were, nestled beside one of God’s first born angels in bed after a night of… Fun. And honestly? If you could go back and do it all over again, you wouldn’t change a thing as there wasn’t anywhere else you’d rather be than right here next to him.

Well actually, there was one place you’d rather be right now and that was the bathroom. You may have stared dreamily towards Gabriel a little too long and now you were on the verge of being unable to control your bladder anymore. You swung your legs out of bed, wincing at the sudden coldness that cascaded over you, erupting your skin in fierce goosebumps that could be seen from a mile away, they were that prominent.

Your feet hit the linoleum floor with a soft thud, sending a chill straight up your legs as they carried you around the bed. You grabbed the first article of clothing you could find on your way across the room, of which most of your clothes had been scattered about last night in yours and Gabriel’s vigorous attempts at speeding things along as it had been a while since you last saw each other.

It didn’t click in your head that you’d picked up Gabriel’s shirt. The dark red button down that the angel favoured so much, which was evident by how often he wore that same outfit as he never had any reason to change. He didn’t sweat, not like humans did. He was able to clean them up with a click of his fingers should they get bloody or dirty, therefore he could wear the same clothes for a lifetime and never once need to change them.

And you were totally not jealous of that at all. (You were.)

But anyway, you didn’t seem to realise that you were wearing it, not until you left the bathroom, feeling much better, and spotted him sitting upright against the headboard, his arms folded over his chest and a rather cheeky grin on his face.

“Look at you…” Gabriel exhaled, trailing his eyes up and down the length of your body, drinking in the sight of you hidden away beneath his shirt. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were purposely trying to turn me on.”

“What are you talking about?” You chuckled, hurrying towards the bed again as even though your top half was covered, your legs were still bare and you always did get incredibly cold feet.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” Gabriel pointed out, watching with amusement as you slowed down on your travels across the room and glanced down at yourself.

He could see that smile itching to rise on your slowly blushing face. The way your hand landed on your stomach telling him it was fluttering beneath the fabric of his shirt and it was only then you both came to realise that even after the years you’d been seeing each other, you’d never once worn an article of his clothing.

“I was cold.” You said shyly, dipping your face to hide it from him.

You didn’t know why it felt so… embarrassing to be caught wearing his shirt given the things you both did together, but perhaps it was because it was seen as a more romantic thing than inherently sexual is what made you a tiny bit nervous as to his reaction.

“There’s no need to be shy, hotstuff.” Gabriel said playfully, cocking his head a little to motion for you to come towards him. “Not when you look far better wearing it than I ever could.”

He held out his hand the closer you got to him, pulling you onto his lap the second your fingers brushed and the moment you landed on him he could feel the goosebumps on your legs as they straddled him. His hands were quick to delve beneath the material, holding you close to him and allowing his own body heat to help warm you as he kissed you.

“Mhm, you like seeing me in your clothes, don’t you?” You teased, your shyness gone instantly as your arms slinked around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. “In nothing but your clothes.”

“You’re damn right I do, baby.” Gabriel whispered, the hotness of his breath puffing out over your lips before he took them in his again, kissing you with enough heat that it was like your entire body went up in flames. “It’s almost better than seeing you without any clothes at all.”

He kissed you once again, his hand trailing its way up your back, his fingers ghosting over the bumps of your spine in a way that had you shiver beneath his touch. Your own hand slipped from his hair, dropping between your bodies as you slowly began to pop open each button, something Gabriel was well aware of given how his lips rose beneath yours as he couldn’t help but smile.

It’s safe to say that what happened after that final button popped open, the way your bodies pressed tightly together; each brush of his lips and graze of his hands over every inch of your skin, was enough to make you forget all about the cold. And enough to make you want to wear his clothes forever as after that, you were pretty sure you’d never feel anything but hot ever again.

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Dance Out the Blues

Genre; hurt/comfort

Word count; 1.0k

Warnings; just the reader feeling a bit down

Pairing; Gabriel (Supernatural) x Reader

The reader feels bad for no discernible reason (hey didn’t I write a Lucifer story that started like that? :D) and Gabriel knows exactly what to do to lift your mood.  

This is just a lot of Gabriel being goofy to make the reader laugh. I had fun writing it, let me know what you think - and remember, if you can put on an upbeat song and dance to it, it really does help!

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You could sense the moment your mood changed. Your previously good day soured suddenly, leaving you feeling low on energy and inexplicably down on everything. You doubted anything about you changed in terms of your expression or body language, but one of the perks of having an archangel care about you is that nothing needed to physically change.

Gabriel could sense the moment your mood changed. He’d seen this happen to you enough times, he knew how it would ruin the rest of your day and how hard it was for you to recover from feeling the way you did. He had also silently paid attention to how you dealt with these situations yourself, so he knew what would help you recover.

Without wasting a moment, he strode straight over to where you were sitting at the table in the bunker’s library. You were behind a laptop screen, not reading the lore you had previously been poring over as you no doubt overanalysed what was going on and why. Gabriel had often spent time – days, weeks on end – doing the same thing. But one thing his many millennia of life had taught him was that it was no good. A complete waste of time in his opinion, particularly when he had such an easy fix for you waiting right up his sleeve.

You didn’t look up at him when he arrived behind you, but he grabbed the back of your chair and spun it with you still firmly seated so that you were facing out towards him. That had your attention on him where he wanted it, but you didn’t even have the energy to be annoyed at him for interrupting what you were doing. You went to ask what was going on, but he leaned down and snatched your hand up before you had the chance. One gentle tug – by an archangel’s standards at least – had you on your feet. He gave you an award-winning grin, mirth twinkling in his eyes, as he dragged you along the length of the library before you knew what was happening. He ignored all your aborted iterations of what’s happening, what are you doing, why are you doing it in favour of just speeding up. You clocked the suspicious (Dean) and surprised (Sam) raised brows from the Winchester brothers, but Gabriel ignored them too.

“Come on!” Gabriel encouraged you warmly, pulling your arm up above your head and drawing you into a twirl. You had to smile when he didn’t give you a second to recover, twirling you again at the end of the table then snapping his fingers. Your surroundings became a grand dance hall, all polished wooden floors and high ceilings. He snapped again and music filled the room, but it wasn’t coming through any speakers you could see. The song was upbeat, one which you held close to your heart and which filled you with enough energy to dance the night away if you had the chance.

You didn’t remember ever telling Gabriel that you loved this song, but the playful flick of his brows said you didn’t need to ask, he just had his ways. He started dancing by himself, moving his hips to the rhythm and backing away from you in light steps. He held his arms out in front of him, again encouraging you to follow, and giving you the most overexaggerated pout you had ever seen when you didn’t immediately go to him. That had you laughing in spite of yourself, but then he sashayed back over to you and swept you into his arms.

Gabriel made you work to keep up with his energetic steps until you started taking the initiative yourself, matching him with your hips, shoulders and feet moving in time. He stepped back, spinning himself in place and donning an excessively styled black mustache when he turned back around, curled up at the ends and stuck into place with adhesive. This was accompanied by a costume change, his casual jacket replaced by a white button up rolled up to the elbows and a patterned vest. His grin sharpened to a smirk and he dropped his head forward, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. You laughed openly, exactly what he was aiming for, and you were back in his arms before you knew it.

Gabriel managed to make it impossible for you to look away from him, spinning and twirling you until you could hardly keep up for your breathless laughter. He drew you into a low dip as the song ended then brought you back up to his chest. You held his shoulders for support, leaning your forehead against your hand as you caught your breath. When you moved back, still smiling, there was a challenge in Gabriel’s eyes.

“Feel better?” He asked, self-confident and cocky and yet still lovable for it.

“Shut the hell up,” you hit back, shoving him and turning away to hide your smile. He was behind you in seconds, arms wrapped around you and leaning over your shoulder to see your face.

“You feel better,” he stated, confirming the fact with himself by saying it aloud. “You can admit it, it won’t hold it against you.” He rested his chin on your shoulder, eyes bright and tone cajoling. “I’m waiting.” You condescended to meet his gaze but refused to move your head to do so, giving him what you hoped was an effective side eye.

“Your mustache is falling off, idiot.”

He leapt back with a horrified gasp, hands flying to his face to straighten out the offending accessory. Your snort was anything but graceful. Gabriel struck a pose with his newly fixed moustache which had you dissolving into laughter all over again.

“I do actually feel better though,” you admitted after a moment. “Thank you for – whatever you did. It worked.”

“I know,” he offered. Cocky. Self-confident. Still. “Wanna tell me how you’re gonna make it up to me?” Your head tipped back with the weight of your scoff.

“You wish.”

The good-natured banter went back and forth as Gabriel snapped you back to the bunker, Sam and Dean gave you identical looks to when you had left, and the hours of reading you had ahead of you suddenly didn’t feel so bad.

[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

[samdeancass]

Soulmates

Requested on Quotev

Pairing: Gabriel x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Gabriel, Y/N

Description: Y/N helps Gabriel deal with what Asmodeus did to him. While doing this, she discovers why she can see his wings.

"Gabe..baby..please wake up!" You were trying your best to shake Gabriel awake from the nightmare he was having. They have been happening since he was tortured by Asmodeus, and it killed you that you didn't know about it. The moment when he stepped foot into the bunker, a beaten and broken shell of the angel he used to be ultimately broke you. He would flinch whenever somebody walked too quickly beside him or too close to him. You thought he had broken through when he healed himself and killed Asmodeus, but it was just a facade. He was a broken shell of the angel you loved, and it broke your heart every day, and you wished he would come back to you. You would hear him crying to himself when you walked past closed doors and having nightmares some nights, and now, things were getting worse. The nightmares were becoming a nightly appearance, and it was getting harder to try and console him. But you were determined to stand by him, your love for him growing stronger with each passing day. "Please, baby, wake up." You climbed on top of him and shook his shoulders as hard as you could and breathed a sigh of relief when his eyes fluttered open, wide and afraid. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. Did I wake you again?" You shook your head and moved off him, sitting up. "Never mind that, are you alright? That was the worst one yet! What happened?" Gabriel sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, cradling his head in his hands. "It…it was just so real as if I was still there. Everything he did to me, I could feel it over and over again, and I couldn't escape the pain. I just need it to stop; it's breaking me from the inside." As Gabriel confessed, tears welled up in your eyes. You longed to alleviate his pain, to erase the memories of his torture. But all you could do was love him, and that's what you did. You reached out and enveloped him in your arms, a gesture of your unwavering love and support. "I love you, Gabriel, and I always will. I will support you through this and do whatever it takes." A flutter of wings was heard, and a new warmth enveloped your body. Pulling away, you carefully caressed a few feathers around your shoulder, causing Gabriel to shake them slightly. You looked his way and gave a questioning look, and he stared at you with wide eyes. "You…you can see them?" "Yes, I always have. I thought everyone could." He took your hands and gave each one a peck as tears rolled from his eyes. "No, princess, only one person can see an angel's wings, and that's their soulmate. I always had an inkling that you were mine, but I could never confirm it, and I didn't want to ask in case you didn't." You rested your head against his and pecked his lips. "I always knew you were special, Gabe. My mission is to help and support you through this pain and make you happy again, my angel." He pulled you against him and lay down, gathering you in his arms. "What did I ever do to deserve someone as special as you?" Kissing the top of your head, he fell asleep again, this time in a peaceful slumber and for the first time in a while, you fell asleep happy, knowing that you both might just make it through this, with the hope that the revelation of your soulmate connection brings.

Tag List:

@akshi8278 @bxoken-heartss @deascheck

[wishfullyeternal]

Supernatural Masterlist

Dean Winchester-

Dean x Reader- Fluff

Dean x Reader- Fight (WIP)

Dean x Reader- Fight (WIP) Pt 2

Dean x Reader- Unexpected

Dean x Reader- Mary

Dean x Reader- One Left Shoe

Dean x Reader- Running into the Trees

Dean's Flowers

Sam Winchester-

Sam x Reader- Don't Worry, I'm Used to it

Sam x Reader- I'm Sorry

Castiel-

Castiel x Reader- Advice

Cas x Reader- You Called?

Castiel x Reader- What is Love?

Castiel x Reader- Tired

Gabriel-

Gabriel x Reader

Gabriel x Reader- Crushing

Gabriel x Reader- Comfort

Gabriel x Reader- Wings

Crowley-

Crowley x Reader- Comfort

Crowley x Reader- Wings

Crowley x Reader- Awkward Cuddles

Crowley x Reader- Healing Your Wings My Dear

Crowley x Reader- Never a Hugger

Crowley x Reader- Hellhound

Crowley x Reader- Betrayal

Crowley x Reader- Control

Lucifer-

Lucifer x Reader- Lucifer ≠ Love

Chuck-

Chuck x Reader- You're a God Too

Chuck x Reader- Afraid

Chuck x Reader- I'll Love You

Misc-

Destiel

Samandriel- Cuddles

Jack x Reader- Confused

[wolfgiselle]

Cage Wi-fi

"Can I ask, once again, how it's even possible we get wi-fi down here?"

Adam knew he was beating a dead horse, at this point, by getting worked up over this, but he was only human. Even in these trying times of Angels and Demons—of cages in Hell that were supposed to hold the literal Devil but, for some reason, also currently held him and the Archangel Michael—he needed things to make sense. Nothing had been going as it should lately. Not for a long time. Yet, here he was, trying to find logic where it seemed none existed.

"I assume the computer and its 'wi-fi' are here for entertainment purposes. There's not much else to do down here," Michael murmured. His face was practically hidden behind the screen. It had been for the last few days. At least, Adam thought it was days (Hell time was different, Cage time worse). Adam hoped Michael wasn't becoming addicted—that was all they needed—but there wasn't anything he could do to get it away from him.

Lucifer, at least, seemed to find Michael's newfound fascination and obsession amusing. "The demons snuck one down. I enjoyed the machine last I used it, so I, uh…let's go with 'asked' them to bring one down."

Adam should've guessed Lucifer was behind this. Even when he searched his brain, he couldn't figure out how a simple laptop could cause much, if any, damage. The whole situation seemed harmless. It was because Lucifer was the one who wanted it that he couldn't help but be suspicious.

His relationship with the Devil was mostly cordial. Michael had made it clear early on his vessel was off-limits when it came to torture or harassment. But the warning had ended up being unnecessary. Lucifer had, at first, focused all of his attention on his own vessel, Sam.

Adam had felt a bit bad then that Sam was experiencing such a thing while Adam was getting off scot-free. But, as he'd understood it, it was Sam's fault they were down there. Sam had decided to jump and take Lucifer with him—dragging him and Michael along for the ride. For such reasons, Adam also couldn't help but feel a little vindictive himself after all was said and done. All Adam had wanted was to see his mother and help save the world.

Lucifer did torture Sam for a while, but he must've gotten bored or finally calmed down because one day—for no discernable reason—he stopped. Sam didn't react as though he'd stopped, though. Instead, he kept screaming and tearing into himself, yelling words like "Stop!" or "No!" even though Lucifer was no longer touching him, basically torturing himself.

It almost made him relieved for Sam's sake (as well as his own) when, not long after, they saw Castiel appear. He shot into the cage with as little subtlety as a flaming meteor to snatch him, somehow managing to grab Sam's body but fly off, leaving his soul behind. He hadn't even spared a glance for Adam, despite Michael's (very much appreciated) attempt to get his attention and remind him.

The results of Sam existing in the cage without his body were a trial of their own. If Sam had seemed off or unhinged before, he was an absolute basket-case now. Lucifer even became desperate enough to try and calm him down, to no avail.

Then, once again, they had a visitor. This time 'Death' of all things. (And had Adam mentioned before he wasn't cut out for this?) While Adam was busy trying to fathom the idea of Death having a physical manifestation—on top of still trying to come to terms with Angels, Demons, and… well, everything else he'd ever thought was fantasy being real—Death retrieved Sam's soul.

Death, at least, was polite enough to acknowledge them. Adam included.

"I'm sorry, but the deal was only for one. Dean made his choice," he had said to him.

He'd immediately understood. It hurt, but he wasn't surprised. Their relationship had been short and brief, and for all they'd gone on about family and tried to appeal to him with that argument, he'd meant what he said when they first met. His mom was his family. She was the one he'd been doing all this for.

After Sam was gone, Adam worried Lucifer would get bored and come after him. After a while of showing no such inclination, though, Adam relaxed.

Adam was also surprised when Michael and Lucifer didn't fight each other. He'd been under the impression that had been the whole point of the Apocalypse. Michael had pointed out that neither could kill the other as long as they were down here. The cage kept whatever was in it alive. Fighting would be an exercise in futility.

The two of them still argued. But it was more like your average brotherly back-and-forth (if you considered disagreements over whether God would return and save them, or whether humans deserved to live or were insignificant ants that polluted and destroyed all God's other creations average).

Adam was doing okay. He figured for a guy stuck in Hell (possibly for all eternity), he was holding together pretty well. There was just some confusion over the computer.

"If we can get a signal down here, could we send messages to Earth?" Adam asked.

"And who were you planning on sending messages to?" Lucifer drawled, his human manifestation sprawled out against one of the corner cage walls. That was another thing that confused Adam. This wasn't their 'true' form he was seeing.

When Michael first appeared to him, he had been pure light. His presence had been so bright and heavy it'd felt both like staring directly at the sun and, somehow, being surrounded by it. Michael had later told him it was a miracle he'd been able to look upon him at all. Apparently, it was common for people to burn their eyes out when directly looking at them outside of a vessel. The Winchester blood that'd made it possible for him to be a vessel for Michael period must have saved him.

This meant he'd seen Michael before and had at least an idea of what an Angel could look like through human eyes. He also thought he'd caught a few glimpses of Lucifer when he was still torturing Sam. But he wasn't sure if what he'd seen was accurate after so long. Or if what he'd seen at the time had been distorted by Michael back then, trying to keep him coddled up within his…well, wings in an attempt to keep the awful things happening in front of him from view. As if not seeing Sam's torture made him any less aware of it happening. In some ways, the not seeing, the not knowing, was worse.

Lucifer's image—if his sneaked looks had been accurate—gave off the opposite impression of Michael's. If Michael was the sun, then the Devil was a black and oily hole, primed and ready to suck off or destroy any of the light that wandered near.

Adam wondered if Lucifer stayed in this humanoid form lately (despite his proclaimed hatred for the species) because he hated what had become of his original form or if it would be presumptuous of him to believe he chose to look that way to ease any discomfort Adam might've once shown at his true but now contaminated, visage.

Surely, the Devil would prefer for him to be uncomfortable? No matter how well they seemed to get along, it made little sense for Lucifer to play nice with the vessel of the brother he'd set out to kill. He'd never question such things out loud, though. Or admit to his confusion regarding the…Angel? Archangel? Devil…? Oh—whatever classification he considered himself now. Adam figured as long as he wasn't getting tortured, the status quo was best kept as it was.

"I don't really have anyone to message," he replied, remembering Lucifer's question after way too long a pause.

"Not even the Winchesters? They're your family, after all." Lucifer said it with little inflection, not at all as if he was intending mockery. But Lucifer knew he hated to be reminded of his blood ties to the brothers and how little such a tie had come to mean. Sometimes, Adam thought Lucifer missed Sam, and that was why he always brought them up when they were no longer a necessary topic of conversation.

"You know, very well, I wouldn't wanna talk to them, even if I could. They already know I'm down here. What else am I gonna say to 'em? 'Hey guys, it's your brother—you know, Adam? The guy you left in Hell? Yeah, remember him? That's me.' Nope—not at all interested in having that conversation. I was speaking in hypotheticals. Like, does social media work down here? Could we actually, like… set up a Facebook page or write a blog and call it "The Hell-Cage Experience? That would probably get a lot of page views even if nobody took it seriously."

"Yeah…I didn't understand half of what you said right there, but the computer should be capable of everything it was when it was on Earth. Of course, if you order something, we're obviously not getting it. I learned that lots of humans used that machine or ones like it to acquire food."

"Yeah." Adam brushed his hand through his hair, mentally shaking his head again at the added absurdity to this already mind-breaking situation. What was his life that he was having a casual conversation about computer usage with the Devil? In literal Hell? Adam needed to get over this. He was starting to sound like a broken record.

Music suddenly started playing from the computer for the first time since the device had appeared. Although Michael's human manifestation (an almost duplicate of himself with an added Angel aura) didn't jump or display any sign of startlement, the place where his wings would be visual when displayed distorted and, for a moment, the room became slightly breezy, portraying the Angelic version of the same thing.

Adam didn't recognize the song but could admit it was catchy. What was Michael even watching? He could admit to being a little jealous that he didn't have his own computer down here to whittle the time away—If Lucifer was going to insist on ignoring the laws of reality and physics by having a working computer down here, couldn't he have at least gotten them all one? Why was Lucifer even letting Michael hoard the thing in the first place if Lucifer had it brought here for himself? No way was he about to ask, though. Not for his own computer or about whatever his Angel companion was watching.

Lucifer had no such compunctions, of course. In fact, looking at that human face, which showed his emotions maybe a little too well, Adam would say the Devil looked a little too much like the cat that had captured the canary but wanted to play more with it before he ate it. Adam was instantly suspicious.

"Sooo…what's that you're looking at, Michael?" Lucifer asked, sounding almost like he already knew and just wanted to hear the answer aloud. The whole thing made the human nervous, and he wasn't even sure why.

Adam glanced back at Michael. He didn't seem horrified, angry, or any other emotion the human might've expected if some joke or prank had been pulled on him like he had every other time Lucifer had gotten the better of him while down here. In fact, if he had to guess based on familiarity with his own facial expressions, he would say Michael looked curious.

"It appears to be a live performance of the Winchester Gospel," Michael said. As if that simple sentence alone was self-explanatory.

"A live performance of…what?" Why were the Winchesters being mentioned again? And by Michael of all people. His Archangel roommate usually agreed with Adam that it was best they weren't discussed. The topic had negative connotations for them all. It only led to bad moods and tension.

Suddenly unable to hold back his own curiosity, Adam deduced that it was safe enough to leave his claimed corner of the cage to approach. It was only Michael, after all. He'd already spent a lot of time cuddled up within his wings. He'd felt what it was like to have that being inside him: for some moments, what it was like to share all thoughts and feelings with another without walls separating their personhood. There might as well be no more boundaries left between them to break.

Once he was practically on top of Michael—trying to get a good look at the screen he'd become affixed to—the Archangel, still perfectly attuned to him and his needs from their joining, moved the computer from his lap to in front of him and bundled him into the cleared space. Now, nothing stopped him from getting a good view of the computer. He was a lot more comfortable, too.

It only took him a couple of minutes to register what he was seeing. An 'understanding' of what he'd seen didn't end up following close behind.

There on the screen, clear as day, were Sam and Dean. At least he was pretty sure it was Sam and Dean. If not, these people were dead wringers, and…. wait, no…that was their Impala. It was definitely them.

"What the fuck am I even watching right now?"

"Weren't you listening? Michael said it was a live performance of the Winchester Gospel."

Adam jumped slightly at hearing Lucifer's voice suddenly coming from behind him. He hadn't even noticed him move. He'd been too distracted by the video—whatever it was supposed to be. Michael rested his cheek on his forehead and held him tighter as if trying to offer comfort.

"Yes, I heard him," Adam answered, trying not to sound too smart or snappish (just because Lucifer had, so far, respected Michael's demand to leave him alone, that didn't mean he was going to push it by being purposefully rude) "I just don't know what you mean by Winchester Gospel. Do you mean the prophecy that said they were supposed to be your vessels for the Apocalypse? What does a…, um, TV show?—with them in it—have to do with that?"

"The Winchester Gospel isn't the prophecy, exactly. Not in the way that you're thinking, anyway. But I guess you could call it that since it was written by a prophet."

"Prophet?" That was the first he'd heard about them. Adam supposed he shouldn't be surprised that prophets were real, too, since it seemed pretty much every other imaginary thing had turned out to be.

"Prophets are humans born with the ability to read and understand God's word. The Winchester Gospel was the written version of the Winchester's story leading up to the Apocalypse. A prophet would have been able to see it himself for documentation purposes; think of a modern-age Bible with the brothers smack-dab at the center of it."

Adam tried to take in this information while being distracted by the scene of a horrified Sam screaming up at his girlfriend as she burned to death pinned to the ceiling.

Yikes.

He wasn't particularly fond of either Winchester right now, but they did get the shitty end of the stick, didn't they? The people around them, or in any way connected to them, seemed to die in rather gruesome ways.

"Wait," he said, realizing something. "If it's like a new-age Bible written by a human, does that mean it's available for anybody to read the same way the actual Bible is? And if it's about the Winchesters and the Apocalypse, we're all in it, too, right? Even me?"

"I am soooo glad you asked," Lucifer replied. It didn't escape Adam's notice that he sounded practically giddy. He moved to where Adam could see him, shooting him a wide smile (frightening) before he huddled beside them and took control of the computer.

Lucifer exited the TV show—which had continued on to another episode—with a casual, "We can watch the rest of that later," and typed something into the Google search bar. Seeming to find what he was looking for with a satisfied "ah, ha," Lucifer turned the computer back around. "See for yourself."

Adam had been briefly distracted by wondering why Michael hadn't fought for the computer when Lucifer grabbed it but focused again as soon as he processed what he was looking at.

"What on Earth? Are you fucking serious!?"

"Well, we're certainly not on Earth anymore…" Lucifer started, but Adam wasn't listening.

The website the Devil had switched to seemed to be some sorta fan-made page. The background was all black, the continuing image of pentagrams a recurring theme. There was a banner with a picture of the Impala in it and a stylized font spelling out the word 'Supernatural' over the top of it.

There appeared to be books for sale on the site with the same series title. Was this supposed to be the Winchester Gospel? These books looked like cheap drugstore romance-novel-trash… Much like the kind Adam's mother would buy and sneak into the cart and then hide under her mattress when they got home. They were one of the only splurges she made for herself. Kate Milligan never realized that her son snuck into her room when she wasn't home (often) to read those secret books. It was the closest sometimes Adam could get to porn before he'd had his own computer at home. These books couldn't be as important as the Bible: Not looking like this.

He reached out and scrolled over to an icon titled 'characters,' determined to answer his question on whether he was included in this trash.

Did he even want to be?

No, not really.

But the idea of being forgotten, not just by the people who'd claimed him as family but by the entire world, instilled a sudden existential dread.

It took scrolling through tons of names he didn't even recognize to finally find his own, and it was with a strange mixture of relief and trepidation that he clicked on it.

A page with a picture of himself and some general information popped up—which was weird enough, but he could get over it; he was most disturbed by the info section and its accuracy despite the brevity.

"Apparently, I'm only in about four episodes of this show and two books. But one of my main appearances doesn't count because it was a ghoul pretending to be me, and the other doesn't because it was Michael. That's bullshit!"

Adam wasn't even sure why he was mad. It's not like he wanted people to be able to watch his life unfold. As he continued to look through his character page, though, he couldn't help but feel robbed—or like he was being made a mockery of somehow.

"Yawn. This is getting boring now."

Lucifer took control of the computer back, and Adam let him, unsure where else to go and not sure he even wanted to see more. He had the sneaking suspicion that being bombarded with this crap had been Lucifer's intent all along and that he and Michael were just along for the ride. 'Why' Lucifer wanted to watch, read, or interact with any of this was beyond him. Maybe he just wanted to watch himself, but Adam didn't think it would be fun to watch the events of their last year or so re-enacted when it was already such a misery experiencing them.

"It'd take forever to read through these books or watch the show. I'm sure none of us want to spend all our time staring at Sam and Dean's ugly mugs, no matter how limitless it currently is. Sooo…I say we check out some of this fan content first. Music videos, fanfiction, blogs, pairings: I don't even know some of these terms, but they all sound interesting. Humans come up with some of the most depraved—"

"Fanfiction!?" Adam practically yelped, interrupting what was sure to be another 'humans suck' rant from Lucifer he wasn't quite in the mood to withstand. Adam hadn't even given a thought to fanfiction. An old friend of his had been obsessed with Star Trek to near insanity and had introduced him to the concept by forcing him to read a story they'd written using the show's characters. Adam had learned a lot about his friend that day, and he'd never been able to watch an episode of Star Trek with a clean mind again. It had made his mother's erotica seem like child's play.

"Well, that's an interesting reaction," was all Lucifer had to say. Damn it! He should've controlled himself better. Adam could already see the cursor heading towards that 'cursed' word.

"Wait! You really don't want to…see any of that…" Adam trailed off, seeing Lucifer was no longer paying attention to him. Michael's eyes were still glued to the computer, and Adam wondered if he'd glanced away from it even once since it'd appeared down here.

"So 'fanfiction' is 'fan' stories written by fans about certain characters and events. I don't see the problem here. What wouldn't I want to see?"

"Weren't you just saying, 'Humans come up with some of the most depraved—' and so on? You telling me you can't imagine what could be terrible about stories possibly written about 'our' lives?"

Adam knew he shouldn't be saying this even as it came out of his mouth. It'd be smarter to let Lucifer think the topic is dull. Maybe part of him wanted Lucifer to suffer what he'd once had to endure. Then again, the Devil had a strange sense of humor. He was just as likely to find the whole thing amusing. What the fuck did Adam know? He'd almost suspect torturing him, and Michael, with fanfiction, was actually part of his motive here if it weren't for his seemingly ignorant confusion on the topic. If Adam had learned anything, it was that Lucifer was manipulative. But he never lied.

"Depraved?" Lucifer asked with new interest, his face inching closer to the screen.

Yeah.

He wasn't faking that.

Adam resigned himself to the inevitable and braced for impact. Being a minor 'character' might be his only saving grace here.

"I wouldn't get too excited. Don't say I didn't warn you when you find something you don't like," Adam warned. Lucifer getting pissed off would benefit none of them.

"Oh, I see. So, this is where pairings come into play. I wonder…"

Adam caught Lucifer's glance at him out of the corner of his eye and the following smirk. So much for that 'saving grace'. He was clearly Lucifer's first target.

"You were so upset about not having many appearances. About being the unimportant brother—the spare—even here."

"Brother—" Michael finally chipped in again, and Adam recognized his warning tone. Lucifer sure liked to kick below the belt and, not so surprisingly, play with fire.

Adam tried to control his face enough so his scowl wasn't obvious, but had a feeling he'd failed spectacularly. He snuggled further into Michael's arms—his only comfort down here—and felt his body relax when the Angel squeezed him even tighter.

Thankfully, Lucifer only rolled his eyes and mumbled what Adam was sure was 'so sensitive' before continuing with his clicking, undeterred.

"Well, look at that! Most of the 'fanfiction' here involves you and Michael in a sexual or romantic relationship. Wow, big brother! Never thought I'd see you degrade yourself this way. Even if it's only in a piece of fiction written by humans."

Michael's posture straightened, and he could almost imagine the look of contempt he'd be sending Lucifer even with his back to him. Adam rubbed the Angel's arm, attempting to return comfort and calm.

"Not that I can blame the humans for speculating about how you two act. You're way too soft on your vessel, Michael. You might as well glue him to your side and be done with it."

"If I wanted your opinion, I'd ask for it."

Lucifer hummed and continued messing with the computer.

"Here's an interesting summary: 'Michael has a boner but doesn't know what to do with it. Adam teaches him one of the pleasures of being human.'"

Adam cringes but isn't surprised. Yeah, that was to be expected. Adam supposed it also made sense that any fan-made material would focus on him in conjunction with Michael. He was the 'character' he'd interacted with the most. He'd literally been inside him (yes, he could grasp the erotic implications).

Adam snuck a look at Michael, relieved to see he looked more confused than angry. He thought about what he wanted to say.

"You realize you've probably been paired up with everybody at least once yourself, right? You're too important. You probably had plenty of 'screen time' or 'page-time,' or whatever the fuck we're going with here."

"And why should it bother me what humans write about me?"

"Well, as you've probably gathered, most of it is porn. Here, let me see the computer for a minute?"

Lucifer arched an eyebrow at him but pushed it over. Adam was clearly being humored; he hoped he could find what he had in mind.

It was easier than it should've been to navigate the website. And it took less time than it should've to find something inflammatory.

"Look at this," Adam said, passing the computer back. Adam took a perverse amount of pleasure in the blank expression that came over Lucifer's face as he realized what he was reading. Adam might not agree with most of Lucifer's anti-human dogma. But he could get behind his belief in their depravity. The human imagination could be downright vile.

"Did you want to read the summary of that one out loud? Or maybe you'd like to check out the story itself." Adam hoped Lucifer didn't call his bluff and actually attempt to read what he'd found. Adam had no desire to hear such things and was sure Michael would find it equally traumatizing. It might even have Michael agreeing with Lucifer about humans being disgusting and all deserving to die. Now that he was thinking about it… showing Lucifer such a thing and daring to taunt him might not have been such a good idea.

"We're moving on to something else. There's nothing of value to see here," Lucifer growled. His hands were clenched, and his eyes glowed a burning red. If Lucifer had had laser vision, the computer would be a smoking, charred pile of unworkable parts.

Adam relaxed.

Lucifer was clearly pissed, but it wasn't at him.

"How about some videos, or… Oh, here's a fan song."

The look on Lucifer's face now scared Adam. More than the one he'd given the computer after reading the summary of the story that ‘must not be named or explained.'

A tune started up, and Adam frowned at the almost immediate mention of Sam and Dean. Adam wasn't sure what he was supposed to be waiting for. Lucifer was watching him with what could only be anticipation. It was clearly an Apocalypse song, and he could only assume he'd be getting a mention. It was nearing the chorus when he heard the first hint of himself: a mention of the writers forgetting someone. He just knew that had to mean him.

And then he heard the actual chorus.

"We are never ever saving Adam ever!? Really?"

Someone had written an actual song about how forgettable he was. Sam and Dean's perspective added extra sting to already painful mockery. Was this all he was to anyone who knew his story? An unremarkable, unimportant joke.

It was one thing for Lucifer to tease him: Lucifer was just being Lucifer. And this was obviously his revenge for managing to make him uncomfortable. It was a separate issue to know his fellow humans could think so little of him when he'd only ever tried his best to be respectable. When he'd been willing to give his body over to do what he'd believed to be right. When he'd only wanted to see his mother and now might never be reunited with her again.

Lucifer smiled at his reaction. But Michael, who'd always been so unnaturally attuned to his emotional state, straightened up. He flared his wings in a way that made his presence seem towering and finally put in his two cents.

"While I'm not averse to studying the Gospel—as it may have answers to our current predicament and shine a light on what has been happening among the host since I have been gone—I have to protest this obvious targeting of Adam for your sick entertainment. I've told you time again that my vessel is off limits."

"And you haven't seen me lay a finger on him. Have you?" Lucifer sneered. Adam wondered if this would escalate into another 'bitch-fight-argument.' (Man, was he glad Michael wasn't currently paying attention to his thoughts.) Experiencing more of this Winchester-based crap didn't appeal to him in the slightest: Not with how he'd been depicted. He wasn't much in the mood for listening to them go back and forth, either, for however long they'd decide to have a go.

"Can't we just decide on something that won't make any of us angry? Maybe get started on that learning Michael mentioned. Because he had a point, you know? There's a good chance we could learn about what's been happening while we've been down here. It hardly benefits us to be uninformed."

Some of Michael's tenseness relaxed, and a slight breeze from his wings told Adam they'd also been put away. Adam turned to look at Lucifer again.

"We could get info on what's been happening in Hell too." Adam's careful not to say what he's actually thinking: that Lucifer could see Sam again and learn how he's doing. Lucifer's obsession was one best not spoken of; he'd deny it anyway.

Both Angels agreed with Adam with only a little grumbling and a couple murmured insults from Lucifer that Adam pretended not to hear. Lucifer was just upset they'd managed to ruin his fun.

Now that they had a plan, they just needed to put it into motion. Adam reached towards the computer again slowly, wondering if Lucifer would put up a fight about handing it over, but he shoved it at him instantly. Adam guessed Lucifer didn't want to have to put in the work if he couldn't fuck with them anymore. Adam wasn't about to complain.

Adam settled the computer into a position far enough from him so Lucifer could still see the screen. It'd been paused on the YouTube video for the song he'd been so hurt by. With a quick type of 'Supernatural mvs' in the search bar, it directed him to other options. Lots of options! Man, this show was popular. He hardly knew where to start.

Adam clicked on a couple random vids but got nothing out of them beyond further confirmation of Sam and Dean's life sucking, their codependent relationship, and the strange homoerotic tension between Castiel and Dean which the fans not only noticed but seemingly loved.

"Well, those weren't very helpful. Why don't we look up some videos focusing on the Angels."

Adam did so, and this time hit paydirt. These videos focused a lot more on the Angels and what they'd been up to. Some of it was hard for him to follow without the context, but he was focusing on trying to absorb everything until—

"You killed Gabriel?" Michael didn't yell, but his voice seemed to boom and almost shake the cage from being so powerful. The grip Michael still had around him was equally strong. Adam was grateful he couldn't actually die down here. And that he didn't need to breathe. Otherwise, the hold would have already suffocated him. Adam tried to pay attention to what Michael was actually saying.

Gabriel?

Right, Gabriel.

Apparently, Lucifer had killed him.

The video was still going, but nobody was paying it any mind. He reached a hand out to pause it, trying not to attract the attention of either of them. Michael was angrier than Adam had ever seen him. Adam trusted Michael to not want to hurt him, but that didn't mean he couldn't end up collateral damage. His ribs could attest to that.

Would this be the inciting incident? The thing to finally turn them to violence? Adam supposed Lucifer's response might be the determining factor.

Lucifer looked surprised. Adam wondered if he'd forgotten that he'd killed Gabriel or if he simply assumed nobody would ever find out.

"It wasn't Gabriel's place to interfere. He helped Sam and Dean get away, kept waving his Angel Blade around in my face, and seemed very protective of the humans, above all else. He'd clearly been down on Earth too long and became too accustomed to their ways. What else would you have had me do?"

"Maybe not kill your brother. You were always Gabriel's favorite: The only one to enjoy his pranks. The only one who could understand his jokes. You taught him to fly. Even during our fights, he never once took sides. He had to know you were in the wrong, but his love and worship for you prevented him from ever truly standing against you. Were you truly incapable of subduing him long enough for you to get away? You couldn't appeal to him… or talk him down—someone who once loved you that much?"

Lucifer, for once, appeared lost for words. (Talk about family drama. And he thought his issues with his own were bad.) Adam suddenly had a lot of questions he'd never thought to ask: What happened to an Angel when they died? Did they stop existing? Did they have their own afterlife? Was it better than here? He supposed it had to be.

There was still no answer from Lucifer. Adam knew better than to dare ask any of his questions now. His mouth would stay firmly shut while letting them sort this out. No way was he getting in the middle of this.

"Your silence might as well be an admission of guilt." Michael was trying his best to sound all-commanding and unemotional. The bond between him and Adam that let Michael perceive what he was feeling, however, worked both ways. Right now, he was feeling a grief Adam hadn't yet felt from him before. Not even their fall into the cage had elicited such an emotional response; he'd mostly just been angry then.

"Like you're squeaky clean being Dad's loyal soldier. You'd have killed him yourself if it'd been an order from God. Just like you threw me down here on his orders. You're the last person who'd have any right to lecture me on betrayal: on family loyalty." Lucifer sneered again as he practically spat the words.

Michael glowered and shot right back: "Your actions led to me striking you down—not just God. If you'd just listened—"

"—Here we go again: 'If you'd only just listened and followed orders like every other Angel, we wouldn't be in this situation right now. If you'd only just listened and been a good puppet soldier, none of this would've happened,'" Lucifer mocked with a roll of his eyes. "Don't take any accountability for your own mistakes. The 'Great and Powerful Archangel Michael' doesn't make mistakes. He's just Daddy's perfect boy. Well, it doesn't seem like he's coming down here to rescue you, does it? God has abandoned you too! Despite your enduring loyalty and stupidity."

"Faith is not stupid," Michael retorted. "And must you insist on talking poorly of our father?"

"He's the reason we're both down here, Mikey. The reason we're all down here. Apparently, he doesn't care about your vessel, either—despite insisting we prioritize these humans above all else. What excuse can you even give for that, huh? Are we meant to believe that he just… what? Didn't notice our Apocalypse: Didn't notice one of his Archangels dying and another falling into the cage? 'He who supposedly sees all'? What's more likely? That he hasn't realized or doesn't care? About any of us."

Adam didn't much appreciate being brought up in this conversation, especially when said conversation was a reminder that nobody seemed to care that he was here (aka: In Hell). Secretly, though, while he'd never tell Michael, he agreed somewhat with Lucifer; God didn't seem invested in any of them. One of the things that had brought him closer to Michael—that had made him sympathetic—had been his…well, 'toxic' relationship with his father. Even easier to empathize with was Lucifer's hatred towards that same father due to a disillusionment Michael had yet to overcome.

"We're down here to pay penance," Michael shot back in defense. "Father is hardly going to reward failure."

"Well, he certainly doesn't reward loyalty. What's your human paying penance for? What did he theoretically do wrong in this scenario? He was just doing what he thought was right, wasn't he? Doing what you and the other Angels told him to?"

Michael seemed to struggle with this, and Adam tried peaking up at him to see if he could catch his expression. Adam was curious what excuse he'd come up with for this one, if any; he wouldn't even be mad at the insinuation that Adam could've done something deserving of spending an eternity down here when he'd managed to make it into Heaven before.

Michael's arms clenched around him again, but softer this time and without the anger. Adam didn't manage to get anything from his expression (Adam admitted to stupidity in hindsight; Michael's face was hardly a display of emotion, and there was no reason for this time to be any different), but Michael let out an almost audible sigh. His Archangel's emotions, unlike the rest of him, were anything but tame. Adam could feel the conflict and confusion as strongly as if they were his own.

Lucifer seemed to grasp from Michael's sudden silence that he'd scored his first point in this back-and-forth because he smirked, suddenly confident from this small but important victory. At any other time, Adam might have been amused and grateful that Lucifer was getting through to Michael on the whole 'God issue.' Right now, though, Lucifer trying to use this to distract from him having killed their brother and then throwing Adam into the argument made Adam furious.

'Screw it,' Adam thought, 'I'm done shutting up.'

"Look, obviously, none of us are having the time of our lives down here, but it doesn't really do to dwell on the whys and hows. We have to make the best of our situation while still being ready to take any chances that turn up to get out of here. This, right here—" Adam shook the laptop to remind them both that it was there. "—this is the closest we've gotten; the only information we have available."

Lucifer stared at him. He could sense he had Michael's attention as well.

"Michael's got a right to be mad. His brother's dead, and he's only just found out. Lucifer, you have a right to be mad too. About being stuck here again, I mean. But that doesn't mean you have to take it out on Michael since it wasn't even his fault this time. You told me, yourself, that fighting down here's pointless, so maybe stop trying to instigate one." Adam glared at Lucifer, trying to look braver than he actually felt. "And stop using me to antagonize Michael. It's hardly very creative of you."

"Your vessel's got bite, Michael. Real Winchester trait."

"Milligan," Adam corrected in further irritation. "Can we please just—" Adam shook the computer again in frustration. "We were really getting somewhere. Do you two wanna keep fighting about something neither of you can do anything about, or do you want to get educated? Cause I'm telling you, right now, if it turns out there was some way outta here we didn't know about that this did and we miss it, I'll find a way to make the both of you regret it…" Adam took another look at the both of them as they stared at him—Lucifer with an arched brow and Michael curiously—and felt his temporary bravery abandon him.

"…somehow," he muttered in a much weaker, lower voice.

For some reason, his outburst seemed to kick the two of them into gear. Michael suddenly arranged the laptop and the both of them so he had better access to the controls while still having a firm grip on him. Adam wondered if it was a good idea for Michael to be in charge—given his previous immersion (more like obsession) with said computer—but Adam figured he'd already said his piece. For now, he just wanted to feel like he was accomplishing something.

Neither Lucifer nor Michael apologized, but Adam assumed by their behavior that it was implied. Lucifer, at least, would never lower himself enough to do so—and Adam knew Michael would never do it in front of Lucifer, who'd no doubt use it as an excuse for further mockery.

Sometimes, seeing the devastation that was their relationship made him happy about never being able to build anything real with his own brothers. If having siblings caused one this much pain and drama, maybe he was better off without them.

Michael continued with the video route since they'd already proven useful. (And Adam's heart did ache for Michael about the Gabriel situation. Of all the stories Michael had told Adam of Heaven, the ones involving the trickster Angel had been his favorite.)

These videos involved more Angel drama: Drama that Adam still lacked some context to entirely understand. He could tell it was bad, though. And not just from the tenseness and feelings Michael was projecting from their bond.

"Raphael is dead too," was Michael's next despondent comment. The hurt practically emanated from him at this point—a dark rolling cloud of misery over his usual sunny brightness.

"Well, you can hardly blame me for that one. I think Castiel might have single-handedly done more damage in these videos than I managed during our entire apocalypse escapade. I'd be in awe if it weren't so insulting." Lucifer certainly didn't look amused.

"Much as I hate to agree with you, there is something seriously wrong with that Angel. He seems incapable of following orders or respecting authority. There's no need to make light of our prophesized battle by referring to it as an escapade, though, Lucifer."

"Sure. Disrespect of authority. That's the problem." Lucifer's eyes rolled back so far in his head that Adam feared they'd get stuck that way. His sarcasm was so thick Adam could drown in it.

The videos kept going and kept getting progressively worse.

"At this point, the question we should be asking is if there are any angels left. Also…what's so special about Castiel that his death never seems to stick."

Neither Michael nor Lucifer appeared to like the implications. They both had to know the most likely reason for Castiel's constant revivals was God's favor. How Castiel could have earned said favor without trying when even Lucifer and Michael's fanatical bids to garner attention had resulted in radio silence, Adam didn't know. It just left the increasing impression of God being that crappy, absentee father Lucifer had painted him as, whether Michael was able to admit to it yet or not.

Purgatory, Soulless Sam, The Trials, The Angels Falling, The Mark of Cain, The Darkness: The hits never stopped. And…wait, was that supposed to be God? The guy writing the Winchester gospel and pretending to be a Prophet? What? When Michael and Lucifer said nothing, Adam decided to do the same. They either hadn't reached the same conclusion (noticed) or didn't want to discuss it and were ignoring it. Adam could get behind that.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this—feel free to slap me if I'm being ridiculous, 'cause I'm probably way out of line here—but…do you think maybe…we might actually be safer down here? Everyone up there seems to be cursed or something."

Apropos of nothing, without the slightest warning, Lucifer disappeared.

Adam stared at the now empty space. Gone. Just like that. Adam tensed and grasped onto Michael's arm around him, worried he or Michael might be next. Michael held on just as tight, also wary. Only after a few minutes of neither of them going anywhere did he lower his guard.

"Was it something I said?" Adam asked, suddenly feeling the need to whisper. "Did I jinx it?"

"Of course not. Lucifer must have been summoned."

"Who would or could summon Lucifer out of the cage?" He asked, then almost knocked himself out from the force of his own palm meeting face at his stupidity.

"Winchesters," both Adam and Michael ended up saying simultaneously.

"But why?" Adam asked.

"They must need an Archangel for something." And, boy, was Michael mad; the increased thunder and lightning noises from outside the cage evidence (representation) of his vast displeasure.

"They needed an Archangel, and they chose Lucifer?" That was dubious. Lucifer might help—especially if Sam was doing the asking—but he'd hardly do it for free. God knows what other mischief he'd get into while up there.

Given how they'd just been talking about a curse, there was also a good chance Lucifer would be killed. Adam felt weird thinking about it. Lucifer drove him crazy, and he was hardly a pinnacle of moral righteousness. But Adam would miss him. Adam had gotten used to thinking of Michael and Lucifer as his eternal companions. Now, one of them was gone. He couldn't help but grip Michael harder again, still slightly scared that he'd vanish, too, and Adam would be alone. That would be the end of his sanity right then.

"If the darkness destroyed the world…or whatever it is she does, would it affect us, too? Could Lucifer even defeat it?"

"Everything would be affected. The last time the darkness had to be shut away, it took the combined power of God and all four of his Archangels. Even then, it was still difficult and resulted in grievous injuries. I don't see how it could be accomplished unless God has returned to fight and decides to bring us all back."

Michael didn't even look hopeful while saying it, proof this new information and situation had him out of sorts. Adam just had to hope that if Michael was summoned, Adam would be taken as well. The Angel would still need a vessel, after all. Adam doubted Dean had suddenly changed his views on possession. Adam could also admit to jealousy at the idea of Dean taking his place in this instance. Dean hadn't wanted to be Michael's vessel, but Adam had been filling that role for so long now he no longer knew any other way to be.

"So what are we supposed to do now?"

"There's nothing we can do," Michael admitted reluctantly. Adam knew Michael hated feeling helpless and not being able to do anything. Michael hadn't known a day of idleness until he found himself here. Adam had promised himself if they ever escaped, he'd insist on a vacation. They both deserved one, and there were so many places Adam had never gotten to see while alive that he thought Michael might get some pleasure from now.

"We should be on our guard, though, I'm guessing?"

Michael nodded against his back.

For a moment, Adam wanted to say, 'screw this,' and hide again in his angel companion's wings as he had so long ago. To forget everything and make that feathery embrace his entire world. It was strange, almost, how that seemed like a simpler time. It certainly hadn't seemed simple at the time.

"You just wanna watch some more of this Supernatural crap? It won't take our mind off anything, but I'm sure there's still much to learn. Why don't we look up some videos about ourselves? I'm sure we must have at least a few. Oh, and your brothers! We could find some about them too. See what they'd been up to before…well, just before. I hope this computer doesn't run out of power. Now that I'm thinking about it, it already should've run out if it was going to. You'd been messing with it for days before we'd even commented. I'm not even going to ask what had you so engrossed." Adam knew he was babbling but also knew Michael wouldn't mind. He'd told Adam before that he liked knowing what Adam was thinking but had difficulty figuring it out.

Adam rearranged himself again until he was comfy and brought YouTube back up. He was determined not to think about their imminent demise, the possibility of Michael disappearing, Lucifer being dead, or the Winchesters (despite them being prominent in everything and, therefore, impossible to ignore).

No.

None of those things existed right now. Adam and Michael were watching fiction. Pieces of a TV show. It had nothing to do with their lives at all. If he thought of it that way…maybe it would make these viewings easier to bear? Put less of a strain on his heart and his mind.

Adam took a deep breath, ready to start the next set of videos.

"You ready?" He asked Michael.

"It's only pragmatic to learn all we can. You said something similar yourself."

"Okay, what have I said about using my own words against me?"

"To not do so. Though I'm slightly confused about whose I should be using if not yours."

Adam sighed and shook his head.

Angels.

Hopeless.

All of them.

"Let's just get watching."

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Mystery Spot

Pairing: Winchester!Sister(OC)

Summary: While Sam, Dean and Ellie are investigating the disappearance of a man from a tourist location, Dean and Ellie are shot and killed.

Disclaimers: blood, gunshots, death(lots of it), stabbing

Word Count: 10.6k

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Broward County, Florida

Sam's POV

It was the heat of the moment

Telling me what your heart meant

I shot upwards in the motel bed, my eyes flying open, the alarm clock next to me blaring the 1982 song through its small speakers. My eyes darted across the room where Dean was sitting on the bed, lacing his shoes and Ellie was throwing her coat on.

“Rise and shine, Sammy!” Dean yelled over the music.

“Dude. Asia?” Ellie asked, watching Dean skeptically.

“Come on, Sam loves this song and he knows it.”

I rubbed my tired face, trying to soothe my racing heart. “Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I’m gonna kill myself.”

Dean reached back behind him, turning the volume louder and louder. “What?” he shouted, motioning to his ears. “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you!”

It was the heat of the moment

I laughed, rolling my eyes as he began dancing, pointing his finger at me and shaking his hips, getting up, and dancing all the way to the bathroom.

The heat of the moment shone in your eyes

The small motel bathroom was less than ideal for three people at once, but nonetheless, we managed to work around the sink. I squeezed the thick toothpaste onto my toothbrush, examining it with concern as to whether or not it was toxic, Ellie was pulling her long hair back into a ponytail, nearly elbowing Dean in the eye as he gargled mouth wash for what felt like an eternity. I watched him, my eyebrows coming together as he glanced at me sideways, smiling before spitting it into the sink.

“That’s not a talent, you know.” Ellie said, pulling her hair through the hair tie, not before the black band snapped between her fingers, sending it soaring to the other corner of the bathroom. “Dammit.”

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try to beat my record.”

“What’s your record?”

Dean checked his watch, stopping the timer. “Three minutes!”

Ellie shook her head, grabbing another hair tie. “You need a hobby.”

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“Whenever you’re ready, Dean.” I said from the doorway. Ellie stood beside me, arms crossed over her chest as we watched Dean frantically scour the motel room. Dean stopped at his duffel bag, pulling out numerous shirts, pairs of pants, socks, and…a bra? 

He held it up, looking to me as he smirked, “This yours?” I glared at him, but Dean only laughed, taking his sweet time as he threw it back into the bag before finally pulling out his gun. “Aha! Bingo.”

“Dean, we’re going for breakfast not a heist,” I said, even though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t take my gun with me everywhere I went, too.

“Can never be too careful. Now, who’s ready for some food?”

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We entered the diner just around the corner from our motel room, walking in as an old man was handed his change, making his way out the door.

“Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Can’t stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules.” A waitress holding a pot of coffee said to a man sitting at the counter. He pulled a few coins out of his pocket, sliding them to her.

“Some coffee.”

Ellie and I slid into a booth next to each other, Dean on the other side who was already looking at the specials for Tuesday. A pig was drawn on a large whiteboard hanging above the counter.

“Hey. Tuesday. Pig ‘n a poke,” Dean smiled, pointing to the menu.

“Do you even know what that is?” Ellie asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

Before Dean could begin to think of a smartass answer, the waitress came to the table, notepad in hand. “You kids ready?”

“Yes! I’ll have the special, a side of bacon and a coffee,” Dean said.

“Make it two coffees and a short stack,” I said, Ellie nodding in agreement.

“You got it.”

Dean leaned forward over the table after the waitress had left. “I’m telling you guys this job is small-fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela.”

Ellie groaned, “Can we have one week where we don’t have to worry about her going around fucking everything up?”

“Wow,” Dean said, raising his eyebrows. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“Fine. Let’s get right on that,” she said sarcastically. “Where is she again?”

“Shut up,” Dean groaned.

“Look, believe me, I want to find her just as bad as you do,” I said this time, but Ellie was right. I pulled out the folded newspaper from my coat. “In the meantime, we have this.”

Dean picked up the papers, looking them over as he recalled the research we’d done before making the six hour drive here. “Alright, so this professor-”

“Dexter Hasselback,” Ellie chimed in. “He was passing through town last week when he vanished.”

“Last known location?”

I pulled a pamphlet from the stack of papers. “His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot.”

Dean snatched the booklet, flipping it over in his hands as he read the back cover: “’Where the laws of physics have no meaning!’. What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

The waitress returned to the table, her tray balanced on one hand. “Three coffees- black, and some hot sauce for the-” the bottle of hot sauce teetered on the tray she was holding before it fell to the ground, shattering on the floor next to me. The waitress smiled sheepishly. “Crap. Sorry…Clean up!”

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Leaving the restaurant, we took a sharp left down the sidewalk, keeping clear of the dog barking at our heels.

“Sam you know joints like this are only tourist traps, right?” Dean said skeptically as we walked down the sidewalk. “I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling. The only danger’s to your wallet.”

“Okay, look. I’m just saying there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people- the Bermuda Triangle, the Oregon Vortex.”

“Broward County Mystery Spot?” Ellie questioned, her eyebrows raised.

“Well, sometimes these places are legit!”

“Alright so if it is legit- and that’s a big ass ‘if’- what’s the lore?” Dean asked just as a woman, seemingly coming out of nowhere, bumped roughly into Dean’s arm.

“Excuse me,” she said quickly, clutching a stack of paper close to her chest.

“The lore’s pretty freaking nuts, actually,” I went on as Ellie rolled her eyes at Dean who smirked back at the woman. “I mean, they say these places, the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend space-time, sending victims nobody knows where.”

“Sounds a little X-Files to me.”

“I told you it wouldn’t fit!” A man yelled to another as they struggled to fit a piano inside a door nearly half its size.

“What do you want, a Pulitzer?!” the other man hollered back.

“Alright, look, I’m not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we got to check it out, see if we can do something.”

Ellie nodded, “I’m with Bigfoot on this one.”

“Alright, alright,” Dean gave in. “We’ll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look.”

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I picked the lock to the entrance of the Mystery Spot, pushing the door open as we entered a hallway, painted green with a continuous black swirl going ‘round and ‘round the room. We held our flashlights close, Ellie pointed the EMF detector at each wall, waiting for it to spike. As we walked further into the room, Dean flashed his light onto the ceiling where, sure enough, a table accompanied by an ashtray and a lamp were nailed to the ceiling. “Wow. Uncanny.”

“Find anything?” I asked Ellie who scanned the EMF detector over every corner of the room. I examined a table that seemed to be resting on just one leg.

“No.”

“Do you have any idea what you’re looking for?” Dean asked me.

I hesitated, “Uh…yeah…no.”

“That sounds more like it,” he nodded as I continued wandering around the room, flashing my light on the random knick knacks scattered on counters and the walls.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind me, a high pitched voice that sounded terrified, “What the hell you doing here?”

The three of us whipped around, immediately training our guns on a man in a button down shirt, holding a shotgun. He shook, shielding his eyes from the light but stood strong, holding the gun tight.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! We can explain,” Dean said, holding up the hand that held his gun.

The man swiftly switched positions, pointing the gun at Ellie now, my heart leaping into my throat as he swung the weapon around. “You robbing me?!”

Ellie held her hands in the air. “Look, nobody’s robbing you. Calm down.” Dean lowered his weapon, motioning for me to do the same.

“Don’t move!” The man yelled, now pointing the gun back to Dean. “Don’t move!”

“I’m just putting the gun down-”

Before any of us could even fathom what was happening, two gunshots went off, one right to the middle of Dean’s chest, the other in the middle of Ellie’s.

“Ellie! Dean!” I screamed, running toward the two of them as they gripped their chests just over the bullet holes, blood seeping through their fingers. I bent down in between them, grabbing them by their shoulders one at a time, bouncing between them because I couldn’t even fathom where to start. “Hey…hey!”

The two of them shook in pain, gripping my jacket sleeves as they struggled to breathe. My heart twisted in pain as I quickly shot a look to the man who stood, gun now on the ground as he watched in shock. “Call 911-”

“I- I didn’t mean-”

“Now!”

I turned back to Ellie and Dean as they sputtered, now beginning to choke on the blood that coated their teeth and dribbled down onto their chins. “Hey, hey, no. God, no- not like this. C’mon!”

I watched, struggling to help them but all I could do was hold them close as they gasped for air before taking their last breaths, their eyes fluttering to a close.

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It was the heat of the moment

Telling me what your heart meant

I shot upwards in the motel bed, my eyes whipping open, the alarm clock next to me blaring the 1982 song through its small speakers. My eyes darted across the room where Dean was sitting on the bed, lacing his shoes and Ellie was throwing her coat on.

“Rise and shine, Sammy!”

My eyes bounced between the two of them to the alarm clock on the bedside table, concern and most of all, relief, filling me. Weren’t they…dead?

“Dude. Asia,” Dean smiled, wiggling his eyebrows. The music continued playing as they went about their routine, just like yesterday.

“Dean,” I said, nearly a whisper.

“Oh, come on! You love this song and you know it.” Just like yesterday, Dean reached behind him, turning the music up louder making Ellie roll her eyes. I watched as Dean began to dance, swiveling his hips on the bed before dancing his way to the bathroom. Again.

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I downed a whole cup of water, sloshing it around in my mouth as I thought about the morning. Everything from Asia, to Dean dancing, the bathroom, even down to Ellie nearly elbowing Dean in the eye as she tied her hair back.

I watched Dean intently as he gurgled the mouthwash again before spitting it out into the sink. “What?”

I shook my head, this had to be a dream. An incredibly fucked up dream. “I don’t- I don’t know.”

“You all right?” El asked, tightening her hair into place when the rubber band snapped, sending it flying over my head to the corner of the bathroom. I looked down at it on the floor. It was the only one there, the one from the day before was gone. “Dammit.”

“No. I think I…” I stared at my bed, feeling on edge. “Man, I had a weird dream.”

“Yeah?” Dean asked, picking something in between his front two teeth. “Clowns or midgets?”

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“Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

I watched the exchange, my mind had to be playing tricks on me. It had to be because I hadn’t been sleeping well lately…

“Can’t stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules.”

At the sound of this, I turned slightly on my heels, watching as the waitress waited, the man at the counter counting his change, sliding it over to her.

“Coffee.”

I shook my head, trying to figure it all out as we slid into the same booth, with me closest to the window. I tried to shake this feeling that something was not right, thankful just that they were both in front of me, alive.

“Hey. Tuesday. Pig ‘n a poke,” Dean said, pointing to the menu, making my head pop up. I eyed Ellie, waiting for any strange reaction from her but she just laughed, shaking her head.

“Do you even know what that-”

“It’s Tuesday?” I interjected.

Dean and Ellie side-eyed each other. “Yeah?”

This day was getting weirder and weirder. I sat back in the booth as the same waitress came, her notepad in hand. “Are you kids ready?”

“Yes! I’ll have the special, side of bacon, and a coffee,” Dean smiled.

“Make that two coffees and a short stack.”

My head bobbed between Dean, Ellie and the waitress, my eyes wide. “Uh, nothing for me. Thanks.”

“Let me know if you change your mind.”

After the waitress was out of earshot, Dean began talking, staring out the window, “I’m telling you guys, this job is small-fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela.”

“Can we have one week where we don’t have to worry about her going around fucking everything up?” Ellie groaned, just like yesterday. I bounced my knee up and down nervously, constantly checking over my shoulder.

“Hey,” Dean said, snapping his fingers in front of my face. “You with us?”

“What?”

“You sure you feel okay?” Ellie asked.

I sighed, struggling to find the right words without sounding crazy, “You don’t…you don’t remember any of this?”

Ellie and Dean watched me in confusion. “Remember what?”

“This. Today. Like- like its…like its happened before?” I felt like the world was going topside.

“You mean like deja vu?” Dean asked, nodding.

“No. I mean like its- like it’s really happened before.”

“Yeah. Like deja vu,” Ellie echoed.

“No! Forget about deja vu!” I nearly shouted, trying to calm myself down before I flipped out entirely. “I’m asking you if it feels like- like we’re living yesterday all over again.”

The two of them sat silently in the booth, watching me in confusion before Dean began to speak slowly, “Okay…how is that not dej-”

“Don’t! Don’t say it!” I said firmly, my eyes wild as I stopped him before he went any further. “Just don’t even-”

“Two coffees- black,” the waitress said, coming back to the table. I watched the hot sauce as it teetered again against the edge of the tray. “And some hot sauce for the- whoops!” Quickly, I reached my hand out, grabbing the bottle in mid air before it came crashing down onto the floor in a million pieces.

I looked at the bottle in my hand as the waitress gasped, “Thanks!”

She sat down the rest of our food before leaving. Dean smiled at me, sticking his fork into his food. “Nice reflexes.”

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I watched over my shoulder, eyeing the same dog that was tied to the bike rack the day before.

“Sam, I’m sorry, but, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Ellie said as we continued down the sidewalk.

“Okay, look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right?” I began, knowing I sounded crazy but couldn’t find it in me to care. “But today is Tuesday, too!”

Dean raised his eyebrows, nodding once, “Yeah. No. Good. You’re totally balanced.”

“So you don’t believe me?” 

Dean and Ellie laughed, just as Dean was roughly bumped in the arm again by the same woman who held a stack of papers in her hands. “Excuse me.”

“Look, I’m just saying that it’s crazy, you know?” Ellie said this time, hands stuffed in her pockets. “Even for us crazy-”

“Yeah like, dingo-ate-my-baby crazy!” Dean said, eyeing me as I shook my head in disbelief. “Hey, maybe it’s like your psychic shit, you know?”

“No! That’s not it, I’m telling you, this is something much different. Look…we were at the Mystery Spot, and then…” I thought about the rest of what had happened, specifically how it all ended.

“…And then what?” Ellie prodded.

I bit the inside of my lip, desperately trying to push away the awful images of their deaths. There was no use in worrying them. “Then...then I woke up.”

“I told you it wouldn’t fit!”

“What do you want, a Pulitzer?!”

“Wait a minute!” I said suddenly, turning to them as if a light bulb had switched on over my head. “The Mystery Spot! You think maybe it…”

“Maybe what?”

“We gotta check that place out,” I said, making Dean groan. “Just go with me on this.”

“Alright. Alright, we’ll go tonight after close, get ourselves a nice long look.”

Immediately, my heart sank. “Wait. What? No.”

“Why not?” Ellie asked, her eyebrows inched together.

I hesitated. “Let’s just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded!”

Ellie and Dean glanced at each other, eyes wide before Dean turned back to me, starting down the street again. “My God, you’re a freak.”

“You guys!”

“Okay! Whatever. We’ll go now.”

I sighed, hoping that once we figured all of this out we would finally get me out of this loop I seemed to be trapped in. I watched as they began to cross the street, falling slightly behind. I had just set foot on the crosswalk when suddenly a car came barreling down the end of the street, plowing straight into the two of them. I shielded myself as they flew in the air before landing roughly face down on the pavement, the car screeching to a halting stop.

“No, no no no no!” I ran toward them, rolling them onto their backs, their faces coated in blood. I sat, shocked, as I whipped my head toward the driver of the car. Mr. Pickett from the diner stuck his head out of the driver’s side window.

“Hey, Dean…Ellie, c’mon!” I held them, moving their hair back from their faces, tears welling in my eyes from seeing them die for the second time in a row.

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It was the heat of the moment

Telling me what your heart meant

I shot upwards in the motel bed, my eyes flying open, the alarm clock next to me blaring the 1982 song through its small speakers. My eyes darted across the room where Dean was sitting on the bed, lacing his shoes and Ellie was throwing her coat on.

“Rise and shine, Sammy!”

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I watched from the doorway as Dean gargled his mouthwash next to Ellie who cursed as yet another hair tie broke around her fingers. My heart sank at the sight. It was Tuesday. Again.

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“Hey. Tuesday. Pig ‘n a poke.”

“Do you even know what that-”

“Would you guys listen to me? ‘Cause I am flipping out,” I said in a stern voice but they only watched me in confusion as the waitress came by the table.

“Are you three ready?”

I immediately jumped in, reciting their orders from memory because I needed to get to the bottom of whatever was happening, “They’ll take the special, side of bacon, two coffees and a short stack. Nothing for me, thanks.”

The waitress raised her eyebrows, tapping on her notepad with her pen. “You got it.”

I rubbed a hand down my face as I sat back against the booth, bouncing my leg up and down. Dean smirked, “Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that.”

“Quit screwing around, Dean,” I said, my arms now on the table. I was so anxious I could hardly sit still.

“Alright, we’re listening,” Ellie said. I could tell she was trying not to laugh. “So…now you think you’re in some kind of a...what?”

“Time loop.”

“Like Groundhog Day?” Dean asked this time.

“Yes! Exactly. Like Groundhog Day.”

“Uh-huh,” Dean nodded, a smile playing at his lips.

This was becoming increasingly old, quick. “So you don’t believe me?”

They laughed, “It’s- it’s just a little crazy. Even for us…crazy. You know like-”

“Dingo-ate-my-baby crazy?” I finished.

Dean’s eyes flicked up to me, “How’d you know I was gonna say that?”

“Because you’ve said it before, Dean! That’s my whole point, and- and when Ellie puts her hair up she always snaps the first hair tie. I’ve lived this day for the third time already!”

They watched me, their eyes raking over my face as if deciding whether to believe me or to call me crazy when the waitress came by again, as expected. “Two coffees- black, and some hot sauce for the- whoops!” Without even reacting, I stuck out my hand, catching the bottle before setting it back down on the table. “Thanks.”

“Nice reflexes.”

“No,” I shook my head. “I knew it was gonna happen.”

“Okay, look,” Ellie tried. “I’m sure that there’s some sort of explanation-”

“You’re just gonna have to go with me on this, alright? You just have to. You owe me that much.”

“Calm down-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down! I can’t calm down. I can’t because…” I took in a sharp breath, stopping myself.

“Because what?” Ellie asked. She seemed more concerned than anything, now. 

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again, “Because you guys die today.”

There was a beat of silence before Dean spoke, “We’re not gonna die. Not today, at least.”

“Twice now,” I said, barely above a whisper. “I’ve watched you die…and I can’t-” I shook my head, my chest tightening as understanding settled over them. “I won’t do it again, okay? And you two are just gonna have to believe me. Please.”

“Alright,” Dean said after another moment of silence had passed and Ellie nodded her head in agreement. “I still think you’re nuts but…” Dean watched me, probably noticing how utterly terrified I looked, his face falling. “Okay. Whatever this is, we’ll figure it out.”

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Barking dog. Check.

“Excuse me.” Check.

“What do you want, a Pulitzer?!” Check.

I ran through the list in my head, mentally ticking all of them off as we walked down the sidewalk.

“And you think this cheesy ass tourist trap has something to do with it?” Dean asked as we passed the men trying to carry the piano up the narrow stairs.

“Maybe it’s the real deal, you know?” Ellie suggested. “The magnetic fields bending space-time or whatever.”

“I don’t know that all seems a little too X-Files for me.”

“There’s no other way to explain it, Dean!” I said defensively, tired of hearing the same dialogue over and over again.

“Alright! Alright. We’ll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look.”

I held out a hand, signaling for them to stop. “No, no, no. We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you guys…” I hesitated, not even wanting to say the words let alone think about it.

“We what?” Dean questioned, raising his eyebrows at my hesitation. “We die there?”

“Blown away, actually.”

“Huh,” Dean said, deep in thought. “Okay. Let’s go now.”

Dean and Ellie set off the cross the street, leaving me a few strides behind when I remembered the day before. Instantly, I was airborne, flying toward them as I clutched their jackets, yanking them back onto the sidewalk as Mr. Pickett flew by in his car, yelling obscenities out the window. Dean laughed lightly, watching the car fly down the street. “Shit. Thanks, Sam.”

Ellie watched me as I breathed heavily and uneasily, just narrowly avoiding their death again. She pointed to the car that became farther and farther away. “What...did he-”

“Yesterday,” I confirmed. “Yeah.”

“And?” Dean butted in.

I raised my eyebrows, shaking my head, “And what?”

“Did it look cool? Like in the movies?”

I sighed, having to bite my tongue before looking him dead in the eyes, “You peed yourself.”

Dean was taken aback, a disgusted look crawling over his face as Ellie held back her laughter. “Of course I peed myself...a man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!”

Slowly, as Ellie and Dean turned around, they did a double take, checking each side of the street before continuing on our way to the Mystery Spot.

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“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this,” the owner of the Mystery Spot said to us, the same guy that shot Ellie and Dean just two days ago. I kept my hand hovered over my gun, not taking my eyes off of him. “We could use all the good ink we can get.”

“How long have you owned the place, Mr. Carpiak?” Ellie asked. We’d decided that the best angle to take this from was as journalists, looking to write a story about the Mystery Spot.

“Well, my family’s been guarding the secrets here since you don’t want to know when,” he said, eyeing Dean who was writing notes down on the notepad in his hands.

“So you’d know if anything strange happened?”

“Strange?” Mr. Carpiak said. “Strange happens here all the time. It’s a mystery spot.”

“What exactly does that mean?” I asked this time, wishing he’d cut straight to the point instead of trying to sell his business crap to us.

“Well, uh…it’s where the laws of physics…have no meaning,” he said, reciting the words from the back of the pamphlet. Mr. Carpiak held out his hand, flipping it from palm side up to palm side down as if that were supposed to mean something. Dean watched him, eyebrows cinched together at the gesture.

“Okay. Like how?” I asked, my voice rising in frustration.

Mr. Carpiak gestured behind him at the line of families, eagerly searching through the Mystery Spot. “Take the tour.”

I opened and closed my mouth, unsure of what to say to the guy. Thankfully, Dean took over once he’d seen how upset I was becoming. “The guy who went missing -- Dexter Hasselback -- he take the tour?”

Mr. Carpiak smiled in confusion, his eyes bouncing between the three of us. “Hold on a minute. What kind of article is this?”

“Just answer the question,” I blurted.

He glared at me, a burning anger behind his white smile. “The police scoured every inch of this place, they couldn’t find that man. I never seen him before. We’re a family establishment-”

“Listen to me,” I warned, taking a step toward the man who couldn’t have been any taller than Ellie was. His eyes went wide. “There’s something weird going on here. Now, do you know anything about it or not?”

“Okay, look,” Mr. Carpiak began, holding his hands up as he whispered. “Guys, um, give it a break. I bought the joint at a foreclosure auction last March, alright? Hell, I used to sell bail bonds.”

I curled my hand around the hilt of the gun when a hand pulled me back. “Okay, Kojak,” Dean said, grabbing me by the arm. “Lets get some air.” He leaned in close to me, whispering, “And let go of the gun.” My chest rose and fell heavily as I finally loosened my grip, my hand falling to my side.

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“Well I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought. It’s full of crap,” Dean said as we left the Mystery Spot.

“So what is it, then?” I asked, hoping one of them would have some kind of answer. “What the hell is happening to us?”

“I don’t know,” Ellie said, shaking her head before she stopped us in the middle of the sidewalk, holding an arm out, her eyes closed in concentration. “Alright, let me just…so, everyday, we die?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s when you wake up again, right?”

I thought about it before nodding, “Yeah.”

“So let’s make sure we don’t die.” I scoffed, knowing it wasn’t going to be that easy. “I’m serious! If Dean and I make it to tomorrow then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out.”

I paused, contemplating whether it could actually work. “Do you think?”

Dean shrugged, “Worth a shot to me. I say we grab some takeout, head back to the motel, lay low until midnight.” I hesitated as him and Ellie nodded, agreeing to the plan. “Alright, good. Who wants Chinese?”

Then, as if it had fallen straight from the sky, a large piano came slicing through the air, smashing Ellie and Dean under it like two pancakes, blood splattering the side of the building. Something straight out of a cartoon. My eyes went wide as they met the man next to the building who held a rope in between his hands, the other man stuck his head out of the second story window, both of their mouths agape.

I sighed, my shoulders slumping forward, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding-”

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It was the heat of the moment

Telling me what your heart meant

“Rise and shine, Sammy!”

I glanced around the room from where I sat in bed, Dean lacing up his boots as Ellie pulled her coat on. Slowly, I laid back down on the pillows, wishing I knew what to do.

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“I still think you’re nuts, but whatever this is, we’ll figure it out,” Dean said, eyes wide after I had quietly told them about the last three days.

“Thanks,” I managed out halfheartedly, my head resting on one of my palms while we sat in the same booth at the same diner.

Dean and Ellie glanced at each other before Ellie spoke up, “So, uh…if you’re stuck in Groundhog Day, why? What’s behind it?”

I sat up straighter in my seat. “First I thought it was the Mystery Spot, now I’m not so sure.”

“What do we do?”

“Well, we keep you guys breathing, try to make it to tomorrow. I mean, that’s the only thing I can think of.”

Dean shrugged, probably trying to make me feel better, “Shouldn’t be too hard.”

I laughed shortly, “Yeah, right. I’ve watched you two die a few times now, and I can’t ever seem to stop it.”

“Well, nothing’s set in stone,” Ellie said, trying to reassure me but I’d only feel better once I was out of this godforsaken loop.

“You say I order the same thing everyday, right?” Dean asked, my eyes flicking up to him.

“Yeah. Pig ‘n a poke, side of bacon.”

Dean nodded before turning toward the counter where our waitress stood, calling out to her, “Excuse me, sweetheart.” She turned from where she was talking to one of the other waitresses, smiling. “Can I get sausage instead of bacon?”

“Sure thing, hon.”

Dean turned to me, giving me his best smile, “See? Different day already. You see, if we all decide that El and I aren’t gonna die, El and I aren’t gonna die.” I smiled slightly to myself, the day already seemed to be looking up.

As the waitress rounded the corner she set three plates of food in between Ellie and Dean. They both smiled, “Thank you.”

Using their forks, Dean pierced one of the sausages, biting into it, as Ellie made a show of cutting a piece of pancake and stuffing it into her mouth, eliciting a small laugh from me as I just shook my head. All seemed to be looking up until I heard two small coughs turning into both of them clawing at their throats, their faces becoming red.

“Dean? El?” I said, my face going white as they dropped their forks and flopped onto the table. “Guys?”

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It was the heat of the moment

Telling me what your heart meant

“You mean we can’t even go out for breakfast?” Dean called from the bathroom where he was taking a shower.

“You’ll thank me when it’s Wednesday!” I yelled back. I watched with nervous anticipation as Ellie straightened her hair in the bathroom mirror.

“Whatever that means,” Dean mumbled to himself. I sat on my bed, trying to plan out the most risk free day I could when I heard a loud squeak from the bathroom followed by Dean screaming out in pain. At the same time, the straightener in Ellie’s hands burst into flames-

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It was the heat of the moment

We sat around the motel table, taking the first bite of tacos we’d just unwrapped, Ellie and Dean taking the first bites of them. My mouth hovered over mine as I watched their expressions, their jaws pausing mid-chew.

Ellie examined hers, “Do these tacos taste funny to you?”

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It was the heat of the moment

“Move the lamp that way!” Ellie yelled to Dean who was holding the power cord, reaching down to plug it in as Ellie yanked the lamp toward her, electricity traveled up the power cord and through the lamp-

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It was the heat of the moment

I swung the ax over my shoulder as I brought it to the wall in one swift motion, hitting the same spot each time as I sought out to tear down the Mystery Spot for good. Dean helped me with his own ax, much to his protest.

Ellie squatted down next to Mr. Carpiak who we tied and duct taped to a chair. “Everybody’s fine. Nobody’s gonna get hurt, okay?” She said, trying to calm him even though she herself was probably slightly afraid of me, who ruthlessly tore at the wall. “Sam? Maybe you should drop the ax and let this guy go. What do you say?”

Dean turned to Ellie, begging for an end to whatever I was having them do. He had already sweat through his shirt but I showed no signs of slowing down. I let off on the wall, turning to look at the two of them. I held the ax, pointing it to the wall. “Something’s got to be going on here. I intend to find out what.”

“Place is tore up pretty good, Sam,” Dean panted. “Time to give it a rest.”

“No!” I shouted in anger. “I’m gonna take it down to studs.” I threatened as I swung at the wall again.

Ellie laughed lightly to the owner as if to say, “It’s fine, he’s just crazy!”

“Sam, that’s enough,” Dean said in his best parental voice. “Give me the ax.”

“No!”

“Come on,” Ellie said as he stood from his spot on the floor, assisting Dean with trying to wrestle it out of my hands. “Give me the ax!”

“This is crazy!”

“Leave it!”

“Come on! Get off!”

I had accidentally swung the ax too hard, straight through the middle of both Ellie and Dean, blood spraying over Mr. Carpiak who screamed behind the duct tape over his mouth.

“Oh no.”

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It was the heat of the moment of the moment

“Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Can’t stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules.”

“Coffee.”

We sat down in the booth as I slouched down into the seat, not meeting either of their gazes.

“Hey. Tuesday. Pig ‘n a poke,” Dean said, pointing to the sign above the counter.

“Do you even know what that is?”

Before the expected conversation could go on any longer, I threw a set of car keys onto the table in the middle of the three of us. Dean and Ellie’s eyes flicked up to each other in confusion. “What are those?”

“The old man’s,” I said tiredly. They both continued to watch me in confusion. “Trust me. You don’t want him behind the wheel.”

“You three ready?” Doris asked. I had finally actually taken the time to learn her name after all these Tuesdays.

“Yes, we are,” Dean said, eyeing me as I lazily drew on the table with my pointer finger. “I’ll have the special, a side of bacon and a coffee.”

“Make that two coffees and a short stack, please.”

After Ellie had given her order, I began talking to the waitress without even looking up at her, “Hey, Doris. What I’d like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You’re a terrible shot.”

“How do you know-”

“Lucky guess,” I nodded, giving her a tight lipped smile.

“Okay,” Dean began, drawing the word out as Doris turned away from the table. “So, you think you’re caught in some kind of what again?”

“Time loop.”

“Like Groundhog Day,” Dean said, proudly.

“It doesn’t matter,” I shook my head. “There’s no way to stop it.”

“Jeez, you’re grumpy.”

“Yeah, I am. You want to know why?” I began before anybody could stop me, my eyes traveling up from the tabletop to Dean’s who were playful. “Because this is the hundredth Tuesday in a row I’ve been through, and it never stops. Ever. So, yeah, I’m a little grumpy.”

They sat in silence, both of them watching me in confusion at what I’d said. I sighed, exhaling roughly, wanting to at least prove to them I wasn’t going crazy but constantly having to repeat myself to them was becoming exhausting. “Hot sauce.”

“What?”

Doris appeared. “Two coffees- black, and some hot sauce for the- whoops!”

I stuck my hand out, catching the hot sauce before hitting the ground, giving both of them a glare as I slammed it down onto the table.

“Nice reflexes-”

“I knew it was gonna happen. I know everything that’s gonna happen.” I crossed my arms over my chest, challenging them.

“You don’t know everything.”

“Yeah. I do.”

“Yeah right,” the three of us said in unison. They raised their eyebrows at me in slight surprise.

“Nice guess.” Now it was just Dean and I, staring each other down.

“It wasn’t a guess,” I corrected, eyebrow raised.

“Right, you’re a mind reader,” We said together, Dean’s eyes slightly going wide. “Cut it out, Sam. Sam!”

Dean huffed, clenching his jaw before leaning close over the table and I met him halfway as we spoke quickly at the same time, our voices running together. “You think you’re being funny but you’re being really really childish…Sam Winchester wears makeup.” Dean glanced around the diner, gearing himself up for the next part I was already prepared for. “Sam Winchester cries his way through sex…Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed, and every morning when he wakes up- okay enough!” We both sat back in our seats, Ellie’s eyes wide.

“That’s not all,” I said as I looked toward the counter. “Randy, the cashier? He’s skimming from the register. Judge Meyers? At night, he puts on a furry bunny outfit.” The man across the way nearly spilled his entire drink at the mention of it, Ellie and Dean listening intently. “Over there- that’s Cal. He’s gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home.”

“What’s your point?” Ellie asked.

“My point is I’ve lived through every possible Tuesday. I’ve watched you two die every possible way. I have ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it down, tried everything I know to save your lives, and I can’t. No matter what I do, you die, and then I wake up. And then it’s Tuesday. Again.”

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“The dog,” I said out loud this time as it barked at our feet.

“There’s got to be some way out of this,” Ellie tried.

“Where’s my dang keys?” I recited as we passed Mr. Pickett.

“Where’s my dang keys?!”

“Excuse me.”

“Excuse me.”

“She’s kind of cute,” Dean chuckled as he pointed his thumb in the direction of the blonde before he stopped us. “Hey. All the times we’ve walked down this street, I ever do this?” Dean turned on his heels as he ran toward the woman who’d bumped into him, calling out to her. I paused, watching as he stopped the woman and she handed him a paper from the stack she held close to her. He jogged back, showing it to me.

“A hundred Tuesdays, you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?” I shook my head, feeling stupid I hadn’t thought of it before. “This the guy who went missing?” He held up the missing flyer, a black and white picture of an older man printed on the front.

“That’s him,” Ellie confirmed.

“That’s his daughter back there,” Dean said, turning the flyer around so he could see it. Immediately, I plucked it out of his hands as I ran toward the woman.

“Ma’am!”

Ellie and Dean watched as I took off down the road, the dog chained to the bike rack still barking at them from the ground.

“He is pretty cute,” Dean admitted to Ellie who was smiling lovingly at the dog. “Hey, buddy. Somebody need a friend?”

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It was the heat of the moment

I typed away at the computer in front of me while Ellie and Dean ate their breakfast in silence, most likely not wanting to push me any further now that I seemed to have been on edge all morning. “So, the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor, but that’s not all he is.”

“What is he?”

“I talked to his daughter. The guy’s quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog. He writes about tourist attractions- mystery spots, UFO crash sites. He gets his kicks debunking them. I mean, he’s already put four of these places out of business. Here.” I turned the laptop toward them, showing them the article I’d been looking at. Dexter Hasselback: Truth Warrior

“More like a pompous schmuck, if you ask me,” Dean said as he read the title.

“Yeah. Tell me about it. I mean I’ve read everything the guy’s ever written. He must have weighed a ton, he was so full of himself.”

Ellie pulled the laptop in front of her as she scanned the page. “When did you have time to do all this research?”

My eyes bounced from her to the laptop and back to her before grabbing the computer and stuffing it back into my backpack as we exited the booth. “Come on.”

Dean laughed as he stood, check in hand, “It’s funny you know. I mean, this guy spends his whole life crapping on mystery spots and then he vanishes in one. It’s kind of poetic. Like just desserts.”

“You’re right,” I said as we walked to the cash register. I shifted the straps of the backpack on my shoulders as my eyes came to focus on the seat at the counter just in front of me. A quarter of a pancake left on an otherwise empty plate aside from an orange peel, but that wasn’t what was out of the usual. What was, was the red syrup smeared on the plate.

Ellie noticed my fixation, coming back to where I stood, “What’s wrong?”

I whipped around toward the windows where the same man who’d sat in the same spot every day walked past. “Guy has maple syrup for the past hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he’s having strawberry?”

“It’s a free country,” Dean said from behind El. “Man can’t choose his own syrup? What have we become?”

“Not in this diner,” I said, shaking my head. “Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes- ever…except me.”

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It was the heat of the moment

Telling me what your heart meant

I sat up stoically in bed, my face held firm. I knew what I had to do.

“Rise and shine, Sammy!”

It was the heat of the moment

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I watched the man at the counter intently, maple syrup sitting next to his plate as he cut his pancakes one by one, slowly eating them as he read the newspaper.

“So, you think you’re caught in some kind of what again?”

“Eat your breakfast.”

Dean rolled his eyes as he scraped his food onto his fork. I watched as the man at the counter set his silverware onto his plate and stood, paying for his food before leaving the diner. I grabbed the brown paper bag I’d concealed beside me as I followed him out the door.

“What’s in the bag?” Ellie called after me but I ignored her as I took long strides to keep up with the man. Once we were outside and around the back of the diner, I grabbed him by the shoulder, shoving him up against a chainlink fence.

“Hey!” He yelped as I held the wooden stake to his neck.

“I know who you are,” I growled, not letting up on the man. Ellie and Dean chased after me, coming to a stop on either side, “or should I say what.”

“Oh my God. Please don’t kill me,” the man begged but I knew it was just a facade.

“Uh, Sam-”

“It took me a hell of a long time, but I got it.”

“What?”

“It’s your M.O. that gave you away,” I said, almost sounding hysterical. Ellie and Dean watched me carefully. “Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts. Your kind loves that, don’t they?”

“Yeah, sure. Okay, buddy,” the man nodded, tears brimming his eyes. “Just put the stake down!”

“Sam maybe you should-” Ellie tried, but I refused, yelling at them which only scared the three of them more.

“No! There’s only one creature powerful enough to do what you’re doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops. In fact, you’d pretty much have to be a god…you’d have to be a Trickster.” Dean and Ellie’s interest peeked up at this, their eyes flicking to the man.

“Mister, my name is Ed Coleman. My wife’s name’s Amelia. I got two kids, for crying out loud! I sell ad space!”

“Don’t lie to me! I know what you are!” I shouted. “We’ve killed one of your kind before!” It was like a trigger as the man beneath my hands morphed his face until he looked completely different, his hair was no longer streaked with gray but now it was long and dark. His old features turned young, the new version of the man smiled even when threatened with the wooden stake at his neck. It was the same Trickster I could’ve sworn we’d killed months ago.

“Actually, Bucko,” he smiled, “you didn’t.”

“Why are you doing this?” I growled, putting more pressure on the stake. Ellie and Dean watched the scene unfold with wild eyes.

“You’re joking, right?” The Trickster asked. “You chuckle heads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn’t I do this?”

“And Hasselback,” Dean jumped in. “What about him?”

“That putz? He said he didn’t believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one,” he laughed, his Adams apple bobbing dangerously against the tip of the stake. “Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town.”

“So this is fun for you?” I asked, disgust twinging at my insides. “Killing Dean and Ellie over and over again?”

“One- yes, it is fun,” he nodded. “And two- this is so not about killing Dean and Ellie. This joke is on you, Sam. Watching the last two people you have left die everyday…forever.”

“You son of a bitch,” I dug the stake deeper into his neck.

He only smiled tauntingly, “How long will it take you to realize you can’t save them…no matter what?”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, nodding. Anger boiled up from the deepest pits of my body, using every ounce of strength I had not to rip him apart right then and there. “I kill you, this all ends now.” I pushed the stake into his neck, drawing blood as it trickled down into his shirt collar.

“Oh, hey! Whoa. Okay, okay. Look,” he said frantically. “I was just playing around. You can’t take a joke, fine. You’re out of it. Tomorrow, you wake up, it’ll be Wednesday…I swear.”

“You’re lying.”

“If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner.”

I thought about it, seriously considering letting him go, but for all the pain he’d put me through, it just didn’t seem like it was enough. “No. Easier to just kill you.”

“Sorry, kiddo. Can’t have that.” In an instant, before I could plunge the stake into his neck, he snapped his fingers, and he was gone.

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But you’d better promise me I’ll be back in time.

The music pulled me from my sleep, my eyes flashing open at what I thought was the dreaded chorus of Asia. However, as I sat up, Huey Lewis poured through the alarm clock on the bedside table. I scanned the room to where Dean stood at the sink, brushing his teeth and Ellie sat at the end of the other bed, scrolling through the messages on her phone.

“What,” Dean said, watching me as I sat wide eyed. “Are you gonna sleep all day?”

“No Asia,” I blurted, my heart pounding because this had to be a dream.

“Yeah, I know. This station sucks.”

I looked to the alarm clock, the bold block lettering of the most beautiful day of the week stared back at me. I gasped, smiling from ear to ear, “It’s Wednesday!”

“Yeah, which usually comes after Tuesday,” Ellie remarked, shaking her head at me as I marveled at the clock, “and turn that music off, it’s awful.”

I threw the covers off, quickly standing off the bed. “What, are you kidding? This isn’t the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard!?”

Ellie and Dean shared a glance before they both shook their heads, “No…”

“Jesus, How many Tuesdays did you have?”

“I don’t know,” I said excitedly as I pulled on a jacket. “I lost count. Wait. What do you guys remember?”

“I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday, then I remember running into the Trickster,” Dean said, cleaning his toothbrush off in the sink. “That’s about it.”

I nodded. That was reassurance enough for me to know that the past hundred or so Tuesdays weren’t all just in my head. “Alright. Pack your stuff. Lets get the hell out of town. Now.”

“No breakfast?” Ellie asked.

I shuttered at the idea. “No breakfast.”

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Dean pulled a shotgun out of the arsenal in the trunk, tucking it safely into the weapons bag before zipping it up and throwing it over his shoulder.

“Man, are you sure we should’ve just let the Trickster go?” Dean asked Ellie as he locked the arsenal.

Ellie shook her head, “Didn’t really have much of a choice. He snapped us to Wednesday before Sam could off him.”

“Yeah, nice job back there, by the way,” Dean said to me as I jogged down the stairs from our second floor motel room. “I would’ve never guessed-”

I looked up from my feet toward Dean and Ellie who were frozen in their spot.  Cal from the diner stood in front of them, and next to him, Randy the cashier. They each sported a gun held shakily in their hands. “Give us your wallet.”

The three of us froze. Dean held his hands up,  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys. Just relax.”

“I am relaxed!” Cal shouted, still holding the gun, pointing his at Ellie who put hers up, too. Randy’s hand shook violently as he stared down Dean.

“Okay,” I said, slowly rounding the car, trying to remedy the situation. This couldn’t happen today. “Alright, nobody wants this to end the wrong way. Let’s just talk about it.” That was when two loud gunshots echoed throughout the parking lot. My heart sank as I whipped my gun out, running toward Dean and Ellie who were laying face up as blood flowed freely out of their chests.

“No. No, no, no, no!” I ran toward them sliding across the pavement on my knees, patting both of their cheeks as if it would keep them with me. “Hey, come on, not today. Not today! This isn’t supposed to happen today.” I gripped them by their shirts, shaking them. “Come on…come on!”

I paused, my chest heaving as their eyes fluttered closed, all the color draining from their faces, both of them staring up at me. “Alright, Sam. Alright.” I closed my eyes, waiting to be thrown back into the motel bed, to be awoken by the sound of Asia blasting through the alarm speakers, however, as I opened my eyes, I remained on the street, my hands clasped around their shirts. “I’m supposed to wake up.” I whispered, my voice cracking, pulling them close. “Why am I not waking up?”

My chest clenched as I desperately tried to get sent back, to restart the day, slamming my eyes open and closed, open and closed, open and closed. All to no avail. I pulled them closer, ambulance sirens singing in the distance.

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Six Months Later.

Six months.

Six months and I hadn’t stopped trying to bring them back. I’d tried everything. From crossroads demons to anything in the old lore books. I’d completely separated from everybody, drawn in on myself because now the only important thing was to bring Dean and Ellie back. I continued to hunt. Crisscrossing the country in search of hunts and for anyone, or anything, that could give me information on where the Trickster could be. I’d made it my life’s mission. My motel rooms looked like a crazy person lived there, a US map taped to the wall above the bed, copied pages of lore books and sightings of what people claimed to be the Trickster decorated every square inch of my living space. I’d be damned if I let this go unsolved, I’d be damned if I let him go free one more time.

It was a voicemail that brought me to Bobby’s house in Sioux Falls. I’d been avoiding him for the better half of three months, the last time I’d spoken to him was on a case we’d worked back in February. Once I walked in, Bobby greeted me with a hug to which I didn’t have the strength or the will to give back.

“What’re we doing here, Bobby?” I asked.

“This is the last place for sure the Trickster worked his magic.”

“So?” I asked, no emotion present in my voice. I’d become a robot, so consumed in my work that all I did was go through the motions.

“So, you want this thing? I found a summoning ritual to bring the Trickster here.”

I would have been lying if I’d said I wasn’t at least slightly intrigued. “What do we need?”

“Blood,” he said simply.

“How much blood?”

“Ritual says near a gallon. It’s got to be fresh, too.” He motioned to the open pages of the book next to him as he sighed, resting an open hand on the desk.

“Meaning we have to bleed a person dry,” I said, unsure how this would even work.

“And it’s got to be tonight, or not for another 50 years.”

“Then let’s go get some,” I said, plain and simple. If it would bring them back, I’d do anything. I began walking toward the door of Bobby’s house, expecting him to follow me. However, when he just stood, staring at me, I raised my eyebrows at him in confusion.

“You break my heart, kid.”

“What?”

“I’m not gonna let you murder an innocent man,” Bobby said, shaking his head.

“Then why’d you bring me here?” I asked, my voice raising. I didn’t have time to play games.

“Why?” Bobby nearly shouted. “‘Cause it was the only way you’d see me! ‘Cause I’m trying to knock some sense into you. Because I thought you’d back down from killing a man!”

“Well you thought wrong,” I said plainly. “Leave the stuff. I’ll do it myself.”

“I told you, I’m not gonna let you kill anyone-”

“It’s none of your damn business what I do!” I shouted, getting closer to his face. My chest rose and fell quickly.

“You want them back so bad…” Bobby turned around, pulling something out of a brown duffel bag on the floor behind him. A knife, unlike I had ever seen. It was more of a dagger, but the blade looked like it had large waves in it. “Fine.”

“What are you talking about?”

He handed the dagger to me. “Better me than a civilian.”

I held the dagger in my hands, it suddenly felt extremely heavy. “You’re crazy, Bobby. I’m not killing you.”

“Oh. Now I’m the crazy one,” he said, his eyes softening as he looked at me for the first time in months. I felt so tired, so devoid of anything worth living for. “Look, Sam. I’m old. I’m coming near the end of my trail. But you can keep fighting, savin’ folk. But you need Dean and Ellie. So let me give ‘em back to you.”

“Bobby-”

“You and your brother, your sister…you kids are the closest thing I have to family. I want to do this.”

I flipped the knife in my hands, my chest becoming heavier and heavier as I gave in. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Bobby nodded, turning around as he kneeled down onto the hard floor, breathing heavily. “Just make it quick. Do it, son.”

“Yeah, okay, Bobby,” I said as I tucked the knife into my jacket before pulling out the long wooden stake I’d stuck in there before coming inside. “But do you want to know why?” I immediately sunk to the floor, holding the Trickster close to my chest as I drove the stake through his back, the tip of it coming out through his chest. “Because you’re not Bobby.”

I pushed him down onto the floor, waiting for him to disappear, but he remained still, blood dripping down his sides. It was then that I had feared I’d made a terrible mistake. “Bobby?” No response. “Bobby.” I said louder this time as if if it really were him he’d answer me. “Bobby!”

As if on cue, Bobby’s body emitted a blue glow and as it disappeared, the stake fell to the floor. I smiled slightly to myself before the stake flew across the room, into the hands of the Trickster. My eyebrows cinched together in confusion.

“You’re right,” the Trickster said, holding the stake where he’d caught it in his hand. “I was just screwing with you. Pretty good, though, Sam! Smart.” He began to circle me, pointing at me with the bloody stake. “Let me tell ya. Whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one in your family has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands. Holy Full Metal Jacket!”

“Bring them back,” I begged. In my heart, I knew this would be my last chance.

“Who? Dean and Ellie? Didn’t my girl send you the flowers? They’re dead. They ain’t comin’ back, either. Their souls are downstairs doing the hellfire rumba as we speak.”

“Just take us back to that Tuesday- or Wednesday,” I said, never thinking I’d ever say those words. Tears began to pool in my eyes, my desperation peaking. “When it all started. Please. We won’t come after you. I swear.”

“You swear?”

“Yes,” I said seriously.

The Trickster shook his head, “I don’t know…even if I could-”

“You can.”

“True,” he nodded, “but that don’t mean I should. Sam, there’s a lesson here that I’ve been trying to drill into that pretty little head of yours.”

“Lesson? What lesson?”

“This obsession to save your siblings! The way you three keep sacrificing yourselves for each other. Nothing good comes out of it!” He stepped toward me, poking me in the chest with the stake. “Just blood and pain. Dean and Ellie- they’re your weakness, and you’re theirs. The bad guys know it, too. They’re going to be the death of you, Sam.”

I held back my tears because I knew he was right. They were my siblings. I would do anything for them, just like they’d done everything for me.

“Sometimes you just got to let people go.”

“It’s my brother...my sister,” I tried, my last attempt to bring them back. To salvage what remained of them.

The Trickster pursed his lips, “I get it, alright? And like it or not, this is what life’s gonna be like without them.”

“Please. Just…please,” I begged.

The Trickster sighed, hanging his head, “I swear, it’s like talking to a brick wall! Okay, look. This all stopped being fun months ago. You’re Travis Bickel in a skirt, pal. I’m over it.”

“Meaning what, exactly?”

He turned on his heels, “Meaning that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

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But you’d better promise me I’ll be back in time.

Got to get back in time.

The music pulled me from my sleep, my eyes flashing open at what I thought was the dreaded chorus of Asia, however, as I sat up, Huey Lewis poured through the alarm clock on the bedside table.

I scanned the room, Dean was brushing his teeth at the sink and Ellie was sitting at the end of the other bed, scrolling through the messages on her phone.

“What, are you gonna sleep all day?” I watched them in astonishment as Ellie stood, stretching her arms high above her head as she came to stand next to Dean. “I know. No Asia. This station sucks.”

Looking back at the clock, three block letters stared back at me in the face, marking the most beautiful day of the week.

“It’s Wednesday,” I whispered to nobody in particular.

“Yeah,” Ellie said, smiling as she shook her head. “Which usually follows Tuesday. Turn that thing off, it’s awful.”

My heart was in my throat as I threw the covers off of my legs and I practically ran to Dean and Ellie, pulling them into a hug, gripping the back of their shirts as if if I let go they’d disappear again.

“Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?” Dean asked, patting my shoulder.

“Enough…wait,” I pulled back, looking between them, “what do you remember?”

They watched me with worried glances before Dean spoke up, “I remember you were pretty whacked out yesterday. I remember catching up with the Trickster…that’s about it.”

My eyes flicked to Ellie who nodded, letting me know that was all she could recall, too. I nodded, taking a deep breath, “Lets go.”

“No breakfast?”

I laughed, wondering if I’d ever eat breakfast again. “No. No breakfast.”

“Alright,” Ellie said, grabbing the duffel bags, “I’ll pack the car.”

“Wait, you guys aren’t going anywhere alone.”

“It’s the parking lot, Sam,” Ellie laughed but I firmly shook my head.

“Just…just trust me.”

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I zipped up my duffel bag, making sure that they all stayed in the motel room until we were all ready to leave. Once I’d given them the clear, Ellie and Dean had made it to the motel room door, opening it before catching a glimpse at me who stood almost frozen in the middle of the room.

“Hey, you don’t look so good. Something else happen?” Ellie asked from across the room.

I swallowed roughly, looking up from my duffel bag, “I just had a really weird dream.”

“Oh yeah?” Dean asked, smiling. “Clowns or midgets?”

They both smiled at me before making their way down the motel stairs. I turned, looking back at my bed that laid unmade, the alarm clock sitting quietly on the bedside table. I clicked the light off, shutting the door as I vowed to myself that I’d never be back to Broward County, Florida.

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Long Day- Gabriel x Reader

Summary: After a stressful day, a familiar face pops in for a visit. With snacks.

Warnings: None! GN!Reader, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Thanks so much for this request AAH!! I hope you don’t mind that I wrote this as gn instead of speificially male reader! I’m so glad you requested Gabriel, he is literally my pookie and I have been waiting to write him. Thanks for being patient, I really hope you enjoy <333

Work sucked today.

In all honesty, a lot of things sucked today. Your alarm didn’t go off in the morning, so you were late getting out the door. You didn’t have time to eat breakfast, so you spent the first half of the day equally starving and exhausted. Your lunch wasn’t good, your coworkers were annoying, and your boss was on your ass all day long. So when the day was finally over, all you wanted to do was get home and mope.

As you entered your apartment, you let the door slam behind you in hopes it would shut the horrible day out with it. The noise echoed through the room before dissipating into the quiet space. Normally, you’d be quick to pop on some music or put something on the TV, if for nothing else but to fill the silence. However, today being the day that it had been, all you could do was throw your work bag down on the first surface you could find before flopping face-first into the couch. 

With your head in the cushions, you channeled all the stress in your body into a long, low groan. The couch muffled the sound so much that if anyone had been in the room with you, they wouldn’t have been able to hear it. That didn’t stop Gabriel, who materialized in the room just as you finished letting out the noise of frustration. 

“Well, that’s not the position I expected to find you in,” you heard him huff. The sound of wings had alerted you to his arrival, so you weren’t surprised when a sassy comment followed. Rather than responding verbally, and without lifting your head, you grabbed a couch cushion and sent it flying in his direction. 

“Hey, what was that for?” You could practically see the expression on his face- the dramatic feigned offense you knew all too well. You rolled over so you could look at the archangel, letting half of your body hang over the edge of the couch lazily. Gabriel stood with a swagger in your living room, a familiar mischievous glint in his eyes that always left you guessing what antics he was up to. Usually, that was one of your favorite things about him. But today, you weren’t in the mood for his usual mayhem.

“Not now Gabe. I had the worst day ever.” You rubbed at your forehead as you spoke, attempting to dull the budding tension headache. 

“Yeah, kid, I could tell by that growl. Why do you think I’m here?” He strolled across the room, casually plopping down next to you and kicking his feet up like he owned the place. As you sat up, suddenly conscious of the ungraceful way you were sprawled across the couch, he reached for the TV remote. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice coming out a little sharper than you intended. 

“Whatcha wanna watch?” He didn’t even look over at you as he spoke, eyes locked on the screen. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Hmm… You seem a little down in the dumps, so do you want to watch something sad? Let it all out? The Notebook? Or we could do a comedy for a little pick-me-up. You know I love a good comedy. Have you seen-” 

“Gabe, what’s going on?” you cut off his rambling, a bit confused by his actions. You knew angels pretty well at this point, enough to know that sitting down to watch a movie was not typical behavior. But here he was- the all-powerful archangel Gabriel, getting comfy on your couch as he scrolled through Netflix recommendations. He didn’t miss a beat in responding to your inquiry.

“You’re upset, I heard your prayer. I’m here to make you feel better. I even brought snacks!” He snapped his fingers and bowls of popcorn and candy appeared on your coffee table. You giggled a bit, in spite of yourself, but pressed on. 

“But I didn’t even pray.”

The archangel huffed, his eyes pulling away from yours and settling on the ceiling as he thought for a moment. 

“Look, kid. I care about you. I keep tabs. Sometimes, when your emotions are strong enough, I can hear them, even if they’re not quite a prayer. And whatever that noise was, it was loud. So we’re watching a movie and we’re having some snacks.” 

You couldn’t help the smile that crept up onto your face- it was probably the only one that had been there all day. All his words were sweet, but you had gotten caught up pretty early on in his sentence- I care about you. Suddenly, a horrible day didn’t feel so bad.

“Alright. Let’s do it.” 

Gabriel chose some stupid comedy movie he swore you had to see. As the opening credits began, he tossed the popcorn into your lap and settled the bowl of candy in his. There was silence for a while, save for the crunching of your snacks and the occasional giggle at a funny joke. As the plot of the movie developed, he reached across the couch in an attempt to grab a handful of popcorn. 

“Come on, I can’t reach. You gotta scooch over here.” 

You obliged, wiggling your way down the couch to get closer to him. At the same time, he scooched to meet you. Your legs bumped together, sending a few pieces of popcorn flying as you settled in the new proximity. It wouldn’t register in your mind until later, but the archangel never ate anything but candy. There was no reason he needed to be able to reach the popcorn- no reason besides his desire to be closer to you, and his fear of telling you that outright. 

As the plot thickened, the two of you lingered in your position side by side. Your shoulders would brush together as you reached for the snacks, sending a buzz of nerves through your body each time. You locked your eyes on the movie and willed the blush away from your cheeks, but you could feel it creep back up each time you caught him looking at you out of the corner of your eye. 

If there was one thing about the archangel-turned-trickster, it was that he had a good sense of humor. This movie was funny, you had to admit. Between the laughs from the jokes (both the movie's and Gabe’s), the satisfaction from the snacks, and the butterflies from being close to him, you were starting to feel the day’s stress melt away. He really knew what he was doing. 

When a particular joke really got you, you threw yourself forward in a belly laugh. Too caught up in the humor of it, you completely missed what was happening behind you, until you leaned back into your seat and felt an arm settle across your shoulders. You eyed Gabriel suspiciously. 

“What? Just getting comfortable, sugar.” 

Suppressing the nerves the increased contact triggered, you shifted so you were snuggled into his side. The second his arm reached the rest of the way around your shoulder, finding its way to the skin of your arm to draw soft circles, any worry that was left in your body finally washed away. This was seriously bliss. Your breathing slowed and deepened, officially dragging your body out of the fight-or-flight mode it had been trapped in all day. Every muscle in your body relaxed as you reveled in the chance to be this close to the archangel. 

This movie was long. In your state of relaxation, you were finding it harder and harder to pay attention to the movie, instead inching closer to sleep by the second. When Gabriel peeked down at you, watching your eyes flutter shut, he couldn’t help but smile. He pressed a careful kiss to your forehead, sealing the deal and sending you drifting off into a dream. 

When you woke, hours later, it took a second for you to register where you were. Blinking your eyes open, you found yourself in your bed, down the hall from where you had fallen asleep on the couch. With Gabriel. Using your elbows to prop yourself up, you scanned the room for any signs of the archangel. He was nowhere to be seen, but on your bedside table sat a note, scrawled in handwriting you didn’t recognize. 

Sweet dreams, sleepyhead. Hope you feel better. Call me whenever you need- I’ll be listening. 

Love, Gabe. 

Snuggling back under the covers, you let yourself drift back off to sleep, your dreams sweet and full of laughter.

[bohemianblasphemy]

Back to you

Archangel Gabriel x fem Winchester!reader

Contains: angsty, character ‘death’, fluff and the tichiest bit of suggestiveness at the end <3, very loosely based on season 5, episode 19

(A/N: I love my man Gabriel, there needs to be more fics about him <3 )

“He’s gone Y/N.”

The words rang in your ear, lingering in your brain.

“No he’s not, no- h-he told me he’d always be here, always with me…” you tried to dismiss Dean’s statement, scoffing at him.

The brothers looking at you with pitiful eyes. They knew of the deep bond between Gabriel and yourself- something that had been shared by the two of you since day one. Gabriel wouldn’t have known that he would grown so attached to someone, let alone someone who was human.

Conversations that extended into the early hours of the morning, yearning glances as you both spoke about anything and everything- touches that left trails of fire on each other’s skin…

Nothing could have torn you apart, but after Sam and Deans latest hunt that found them trapped in a hotel with a group of Gods that wanted to use them to stop the apocalypse, Gabriel found himself in the middle of it all to stop them from doing so - only for Lucifer to drive an archangel blade into his chest.

“He’ll be here, just wait- you’ll see.” You couldn’t be more in denial, not wanting to believe them despite the evidential tears that formed in your eyes.

Sam’s heart tightened at the sight of you trying to process the information- seeing how frozen in place you had become.

“Y/n…” he placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up at him with devastation written all over your face as you took a shaky breath.

You could see the sincerity in his face, his eyebrows furrowing that same way he always did when something bad happened. Dean kept up a strong front, but his eyes gave away the sorrow in his eyes- seeing how you tried to approach the inevitable grief.

“H-he’s really gone?” You choked, looking up at your brother, who bobbed his head in confirmation, soon pulling you in for a bone crushing hug- the action giving rise to your emotions as you began to weep in his arms.

Dean tried to sooth you with rubbing your back, his tough demeanour faltering as he felt your pain pour out of you- desperate to take that ache from your heart away.

The days turned into months, nearly a year- the grief of your loss had lifted slightly but it was still lingering over you like a storm cloud, making some of your days hard than others.

Gabriel haunted you, the mere spectre of him that appeared in your sleeping state- seeing and feeling him, making it seem like what has happened was all a sick joke until you woke up in the real world; your room in the bunker cold and unfamiliar without him there beside you.

Another quiet night fell over the bunker, Sam, Dean and yourself had been researching in the library- trying to find information on a mysterious death that had occurred not too far from the bunker.

“Okay get this, the way that the death occurred is weird, he just- combusted. No one just explodes for no reason.” Sam explained.

“Right, so is there anything that you’ve read that explains any ghouls or whatever that would do something like that?” Dean replied to him, looking at his laptop as he made it look like he was doing research but in reality was scrolling for car parts for Baby.

“Not yet… but I’m thinking that it could be a spell.” Sam sighed, returning to his lore book.

You didn’t say anything, looking at your laptop trying hard to focus on the words before you but your mind was elsewhere.

Sam noticed, giving you a solemn smile. “Hey, you okay?” He asked quietly, noticing your distant gaze onto the screen.

You nodded, your eyes flicking to him and giving him a tight lipped smile. “Yeah, fine I’m just tired…” it was your go to excuse, not that it wasn’t exactly untrue.

Sam patted your forearm and nodded, reciprocating a similar reaction to yours. “Maybe we should take a break hmm? It is close to dinner time and we should have something to eat-“

Sam cut himself off from the sudden sound of fluttering wings, looking over your shoulder toward the sound in the archway, lights flickering around the three of them.

His heart pounded as he observed a physical manifestation appear, walking out from amongst the shadows. The words that came out of his mouth shook you to your core.

“Gabriel?”

Your blood went cold as his name fell out of his mouth, your heart thumping in your chest - not daring to turn around and see for yourself.

Deans eyes widened at the sight. “We thought you were dead-“

“Nope, still here… trickster remember?”

Gabriel spoke finally, the tone in his voice was light and clear- as if he had never had gone. His words echoed through your head, solidifying the fact that he was here.

Taking a deep breath you slowly turned in your seat, seeing the angel you loved before you. The sight of him was overwhelming, locking eyes with him across the room.

“Sweetie…” he whispered, the twinkle in his eye that he got when you were in his vision.

All you could do was stare- he was right there, and there was nothing more that you wanted to do than run to him and be in his arms, but you couldn’t.

Where has he been this entire time?

Why didn’t you hear from him?

It made you even more upset.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, silently nodding to each other to leave the two of you alone and walking out of the library.

Gabriel slowly stepped toward you, looking at you as if no time had passed since that fateful day.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry-“ you put a hand up to stop him from talking as you stood up from your seat.

“N-no, you were dead. They told me you were dead- lucifer KILLED you!” You exclaimed, your eyes welling up again as you thought about these past months, all this time- he had been alive.

“Nothing- not one sign from you, nothing to tell me that you were still alive-“ you choked out, turning away to wipe the incoming tears.

He watched as you turned from him, his heart aching to reach for you.

“I know, I know- I couldn’t, it would’ve been risky to do so. Putting me in danger- putting you in danger. I couldn’t live with that.” Gabriel stepped behind you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder and spun you around to face him.

He placed his hands on your cheeks gently, a longing, yearning look in his eyes as he finally grazed the warmth of your skin with his calloused hands.

You let out a quiet sob as he touched you, feeling his touch that you had longed for all this time but still avoided his eyes.

“Every day, I thought of you. Not a minute went by that I didn’t hunger to be with you… not one.” He whispered, wiping your stray teardrops.

You looked up at him finally, unconsciously leaning into his touch as he rubbed his thumbs against your cheeks. You breathed in deeply, exhaling a jagged breath.

“I-I never thought I’d see you again…” you uttered, bringing your own hands to his face and feeling him. Gabriel sighed softly, that same, dilated expression that he always adorned when he looked at you.

“I missed you…”

Gabriel closed his eyes, nodding softly.

“I missed you, so so much.” He whispered before opening his eyes again.

“I’m here now, and I will make it up to you if it’s the last thing I ever do. As long as it’s you, I don’t care… all I want is to make it right, please.” He practically begged, his face only inches away from yours.

You took a moment to think, still processing everything that has just happened to you in the span of… God knows how long.

It didn’t matter.

All that did however was you and him, together again.

“Please…” you muttered, desperation seeping into your singular word that needed his presence, his touch- his everything in that moment.

No hesitation was necessary on Gabriel’s part as he pressed a long awaited kiss to your lips, moving against you needingly- savouring the familiar taste of you that he dreamt about.

The kiss became more hungry, the desire becoming more and more evident between you both as you pulled away, pressing kisses down his neck as he let out a breathy sigh.

You looked at him with lustful eyes and parted, pouted lips.

“C’mon… we have some catching up to do.” You whispered, taking his hand and leading him down the hall of the bunker.

Gabriel just twitches his brow, smirking at your forwardness as he followed close behind you.

“Lead the way sweetness…”

[junepingu]

"Supernatural Asthethic"

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