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[archangelgabriellives]

The Night Ended in his Bed

Hey, guess who feels like a complete and utter ASS that I missed the deadline for @nobodys-baby-now birthday bash?

Hint, hint; ITS ME!!

I’m soooooo sorry that this is late! How can a fic that appears so perfectly in my head be so problematic to write?

Anyway, this was written for @nobodys-baby-now because its her birthday! I’m so glad that I get to know such a wonderful person like you. Remember that you are so talented and that we all love you! <3 <3  Based off the song Sarah Smiles by Panic! at the Disco.

words: about 1500

Set during Tall Tales

Female reader!

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“I'm sorry, you want me to do what?”

“Please, Y/N,” Sam asked, pulling out his biggest puppy eyes. “We need a distraction so we can search the janitor’s house and his office.”

“So you want  me to go flirt with a guy who may be a Trickster,” you said as you paced the tiny hotel room.

“We don't know that yet,” Sam said, trying his best to convince you.

“Look, just follow the guy,” Dean said as he lounged on the bed. “If he goes to a bar or something, buy him a drink. Have a Purple Nurple or three. Hey, you might even get laid.”

His crude remark had you throwing a world class bitch face at the hunter.

“If he goes home,”Dean continued, oblivious to your stare, “then call us and we'll stick to the office for now.”

“That feels like a massive oversimplification, Dean,” you said.

Dean simply shrugged, eyeing you with a knowing smirk.

“Just because you make that stupid, all knowing face doesn't mean I'll say yes, Dean.”

“Of course not,” Dean snarked back at you.

There was a tense moment of wills, neither you or Dean willing to back off. Finally, Sam stepped in between the two of you, blocking his brother from your view.

“Please, Y/N?” Sam asked again. Your body deflated. You knew you couldn't say no to Sam.

“Fine,” you sighed in defeat, a hand over your eyes, “I'll do it.”

“Awesome!” Den pumped a fist in victory.

All you could do was roll your eyes and sigh.

I was fine, just a guy living on my own, Waiting for the sky to fall. Then you called and changed it all, doll. Velvet lips and the eyes to pull me in. We both know you'd already win. Mm, your original sin.

Gabriel had finished his shift for the day without running into the Winchesters again. He knew exactly who they were when they rolled up with that electrician routine. Hunters were always a risk with his Trickster persona, but they could never kill him with a sharpened stick with a little blood on it.

All this meant is that it was close. The day when it all ended and Lucifer and Michael finally had their prize fight for the planet.

Frankly, Gabriel couldn't wait. He just wanted it to be over. Maybe then the fighting would finally stop.

As he locked up for the day and headed out to make his way back home, he could tell he was being watched. He felt around a little with his pagan magic and felt a hunter that wasn't one of those Winchesters. He hadn't met this one yet.

A smirk fell across his face, Gabriel knew a tail when he saw one.

Ok, he thought, we can have some fun now.

He walked past her hiding place confidently, whistling a tune as he totally ignored her. He strolled calmly along the streets, able to keep an eye on his stalker as she bounced around from one hiding place to another.

Gabriel kept walking, heading to one of the main bars that the students at Crawford Hall frequented. It was crowded already, and he walked straight up to the bar and ordered two shots.

He knew when she came in. Hell, with how she slammed the door open, he didn't even have to use his powers to know she was here. He kept his eyes forward, waited for her to make the first move.

It was a few minutes later that the seat next to Gabriel was occupied. The Trickster was only a little surprised.

“Buy you a drink?” Gabriel asked, throwing all his charm into those waggling eyebrows and his easy smirk.

“I can buy my own drinks, thanks.”

“Hey, I like a woman who can take care of herself,” Gabriel said as he threw back one of the shots. He sucked in a breath at the burn of liquor and slammed the shot glass down with a groan. “What’s your name, sugar?”

She looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out if it was safe to tell him the truth or not, Gabriel figured. After a pause, she spoke up. “Y/N,” she said.

“Well, Y/N, would you like to buy your own drink and talk with me for a while?” Gabriel’s eyes sparkled a little in the light, and a smile danced across his face.

Y/N’s face softened, her own smile growing on her lips, and Gabriel found his stomach flipping at the beauty he found there. “Why the hell not,” she said, calling the bartender over.

They closed down the bar, Y/N forgetting about Sam, Dean and the hunt for a while.

Waking up to a kiss and you're on your way. I'd really hoped that you would stay, But you left and went your own way, babe. I don't mind, take your time, I got things to do Besides sit-around-and-wait-for-you. Oh and I hope you do too.

When your eyes opened, the sunlight was drifting into the room. You were comfortable, wrapped up in a blanket so soft you never wanted to leave it again. So you snuggled down deeper, pulling the blanket even tighter around you.

An arm slowly snaked its way around your waist, and a grumbling from your back caused you to snap awake.

“Nnnno, too early. Sleep now.”

SHIT!!

All your memories from the night before flooded you. Following the janitor, telling him your real name (They call me Gabriel, he said after his second shot), drinking and leaving the bar, going back to his place!

Oh my god, you thought, Sam and Dean are gonna kill me.

Slowly, carefully, you tried to slink out from Gabriel's grip without waking him. You needed to get out of here, right now. You had almost made it out of the bed without waking Gabriel up, when a hand gently grabbed onto your arm.

“Wh’re ya goin’, bby?”

The voice, still slurred from sleep, caused your whole body to tense up. You wracked your brain for an excuse, anything to get you out of his home faster.

“Umm, I...” your voice was shaky, and as you turned back to him your breath caught in your throat.

The morning light fell on the bed, and it made the air around Gabriel glow. His sleep mussed hair looked far too adorable to be legal In the bright dawn light you could see those two beautiful eyes looking at you, the golden color burning with...something. Hope, apprehension maybe.

Oh no, he’s cute.

The tension drained from your body, and you couldn’t help the easy smile that crossed your face.

“I have to get to work.” Well, it wasn't really a lie. “Got people waiting for me.”

Gabriel blinked slowly, and mumbled something that must have been an agreement.

You breathed out a soft laugh, and before you could stop yourself, your hands were in his soft hair, pushing the wild mane back from his face. You dipped low, pushing the blankets back a little to get to him, and Gabriel lifted his head to meet you for a gentle kiss.

For a moment, you didn't know why you did that. But the ease of it, the way it made your stomach flutter and your heart race, you really liked it. Your fingers found their way to his hair again, and you felt like you didn't want to leave.

“Should stay,” Gabriel murmured, seemingly reading your thoughts. But you couldn't stay. Sam and Dean had to finish the job. Something was killing people at this college.

“Wish I could.” The sincerity of your statement surprised you. “But,” you paused for a beat, “I’ll see you around.”

At that, Gabriel’s eyes opened. He looked at you, any sleepiness seemed to dissolve away, and you squirmed at his gaze from under the blanket.

“Yeah, ok,” he eventually spoke. “See ya ‘round.”

You frowned at the tone. It felt like his gaze could see right through you, and you briefly wondered if he really could. But the thought passed as he gave you another tender grin and snuggled back into his blankets. With one more squeeze to his arm, you got up, gathered your things, and left to find Sam and Dean.

~

When the door shut behind her, Gabriel sat up in his bed. He watched the door, knowing full well that she wasn't coming back. A noisy sigh left him. With a snap of his fingers, his little dog came running and jumped up on the bed, excited for the attention. Gabriel scratched behind his floppy ears and gave a half hearted smile at the dog kisses.

“Oh, buddy,” he lamented as he thought of Y/N and the two Winchesters coming to ‘kill’ him, “this one's gonna hurt.”

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[revwinchester]

All Your Lovers Revenge

Summary: Gabriel and fallen angel Vehuel enact a plan to retake Heaven and restore it to power.

Pairing: Gabriel x OC Angel (Dark!Gabriel x Dark!OC Angel) Other Characters: Naomi, Lucifer, Asmodeus (mentioned), Demons, Angels

Rating: Mature Warnings: Implied torture, imprisonment, revenge plot, multiple character deaths, both main characters are anti-heroes

Word Count: 1880

A/N: This is for @nobodys-baby-now and her Favorite Song Challenge.  I wrote this with Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance in mind and I was especially inspired by the music video.  Vehuel is a real angel in theology and is the angel of elevation towards wisdom and greatness, which really fits this fic well and was kind of kismet because I was going to use that angel no matter what because I liked the name.

There are a bunch of perspective shifts between Gabriel and Vehuel throughout the fic and they’re designated with a “---” and there’s also a jump back in time after the first paragraph but (I think) it’s pretty clear and, besides, that’s where I put the “Keep Reading.” 

All Your Lovers Revenge - 

Vehuel sat on her throne, surrounded by the new batteries she had created.  They would do for now.  She inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of burnt feathers and seared grace that slowly seeped throughout the halls of heaven.  Of course, they would need to make more angels and, eventually, they would need to deal with Michael situation but, for now, heaven was hers, hell was his, and Vehuel was content.

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“Bring me the angel.”  They were his first words after destroying his captor and freeing his mouth and his voice was gravelly with disuse but the command was no less confident.  This was, in a way, what Gabriel was created for, after all.    

The demons around him looked nervously at one another and the ground.  

“The… the angel, sir?” one finally asked, his voice hesitant.  He clearly didn’t want to anger the new boss.

Gabriel rolled his eyes.  “Yes, the angel.  I could sense her from the moment I stepped into hell.”  Stepped was putting it lightly; dragged might be the better word but, now that Gabriel had overpowered and dethroned Asmodeus, he would not be reminding his new subjects of how he was brought into his kingdom.

---

Vehuel sat in her cell, her vessel still as a statue.  It had been ages - centuries, maybe even millennia - since anyone had even walked past her cell, let alone spoken to or about her.  Whatever vile substance the angels had poured down her throat had not quite lived up to the experiment’s reputation.  It had stripped her of most of her grace, for sure, but left just enough to keep her alive through her fall and all of the… time in hell that followed.

Vehuel was sure that the angels hadn’t intended this as her fate.  They had meant for their concoction to kill her or, after they had literally ripped her wings from her body, for the fall to do the job.  At the very least, they had expected her to end up human with a finite lifespan.  Instead, it had seriously depleted Vehuel’s grace and left her unable to replenish it.  She had fallen to the earth and almost immediately found herself surrounded by demons and pulled into hell.  Throughout the years, her fear had hardened into anger which had, in turn, morphed into a deep seated desire and need for revenge.

The fallen angel had plotted for a very long time but, as years turned into decades turned into centuries, hope for escape faded and Vehuel was left with nothing but to replay her plan over and over in her mind as she sat alone in the darkness.  Until one day when she wasn’t so alone.

Vehuel could feel the demons coming before they arrived.  There was a shift in the air and faint sounds that her remaining grace allowed her to pick up so it was both surprising and expected when a team of black eyed assholes arrived at her cell.  Vehuel prepared to seize the moment, her plot against heaven and hell cemented in her mind but her hand was stayed when one of the demons spoke.  

“The boss wants to see you.”

Sure, she could kill these minions where they stood but then she would have to fight her way to the throne room.  So, instead, she allowed herself to be manhandled as the demons paraded her through the halls of hell and towards the central chamber.

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Gabriel waited on the throne, growing impatient.  How the hell had all of hell seemingly misplaced an angelic captive?  He had always had a soft spot for Vehuel and realizing she was alive after all this time… Castiel had told him that she had died at Naomi’s hands and Michael’s command, that they had figured out how to force and angel to fall, and that her curious streak had made her their first test subject.  

He hadn’t overtaken Asmodeus on half power for her.  No, that he had done for himself.  But Vehuel and the horrors he was sure she had faced were a close second, never far from his mind, and Gabriel knew she would make an excellent queen.

Finally, he heard the demons returning and he could tell by their gait that they had Vehuel with them.  He straightened on the throne before artfully slouching and plastering a nonchalant look across his face.  

“Took you long enough,” Gabriel sneered at the demons before waving them off.  “Leave us.”

The demons scampered off leaving Gabriel alone with Vehuel who had frozen in place at the sound of his voice.

“Hello, Vee.”

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Vehuel had thought she had been prepared for any scenario - Lucifer, Crowley, even one of the Princes or Knights of Hell to be seated on the throne - but she wasn’t; not for this.  Golden eyes that she had once known so well were staring down at her from the throne and holding her in place.  Had he been the one responsible for her imprisonment all these years?

“No, I only just came into my power here,” Gabriel replied to her thoughts.

Vehuel bristled at the intrusion but she was intrigued.  Why was the youngest archangel running hell and, if his words could be believed, why were the demons so quick to fall in line?

“I just roasted up the old boss, literally, and they don’t want to be next.  He was draining my grace for years, finally slipped up.  But you… you’ve been down here for, well, for a long time, Vee.  Somewhere between when Luci fell and when he was locked away in the cage.”  Gabriel didn’t sugar coat it.  “Screw heaven, screw hell, screw them all, Vee.  There’s a new show in town and that show is me.”  

---

‘And you’ Gabriel added in his mind, projecting his thoughts toward Vee before waiting for a response.  When none came, he arched an eyebrow.  He cocked his head and looked at Vehuel intently, looking deeper than the surface until it clicked.  “Your grace.  They took it from you.”  His eyes flashed with rage and he summoned his angel blade.

Vee took a step back at the appearance of the silver knife but Gabriel didn’t hesitate.  He dragged the blade across his throat before dropping his hands to his sides.  “Let’s remedy that, shall we?”

Vehuel’s eyes widened and gleamed at the offer.  She was clearly tempted by the idea of archangel grace and Gabriel smiled.  “Power up, Vee, and then let’s destroy the bastards who did this to us.”

Gabriel’s smile grew even larger when Vee cautiously took a few steps forward.  He bared his neck and her desire finally won out.  Vehuel rushed towards him, her lips latching on to his neck.  She paused for a moment when she felt the taint in his grace.  He knew it was there and, now, so did she.  But the allure of having his grace and strength inside of her, of her grace finally being able to replenish itself again, won out and she drank deeply.  

Gabriel let her drink her fill.  He had found vials of his grace hidden throughout hell after he had dealt with Asmodeus so he didn’t have to worry about Vee taking too much.  When she was finished, Vee pulled back and carefully ran a hand over Gabriel’s throat, closing the wound he had inflicted on himself.  He watched with an indulgent smile as her eyes glowed brightly for a moment as his grace surged through her form.

“Now, my dear, shall we use what I’ve learned about heaven’s status to refine the plans for vengeance I’m sure you’ve made during your captivity?” Gabriel asked.

Vee licked her lips in anticipation and nodded.

---  

Vee - she liked that nickname she had decided - walked into heaven with confidence.  She strutted through the empty halls as the lights flickered.  Once she and Gabriel finished their task here, they would have to fix that, she decided.  Gabriel’s grace running through her, fusing with the remnants of her own, would allow her to create the necessary beings to keep the lights on, just as it allowed her to hone in on Lucifer’s whereabouts in heaven.  Vee didn’t encounter anyone until only a door separated her from her quarry.  

“Hello Naomi,” she said, her voice smooth as silk and laced with power.  

The angel’s eyes widened.  “You… you’re dead.”  The angel flattened her back against the wall as Vee crowded into her space and called forth her angel blade.

Vee clicked her tongue and frowned.  “Your little experiment didn’t quite finish the job but don’t worry,” she replied, her lips twisting into a sick smile, “I’ll be much more thorough.”

With that Vee’s blade sunk into Naomi’s abdomen and the avenging angel savored the look on the woman’s face as the grace exploded from her eyes and mouth before they went blank.  She let Naomi fall to the ground and stepped over her body and through the door.

Lucifer, it seemed, had been waiting for her.  He sat on a large, white bed with his eyes trained on the entryway.  As soon as Vee walked in, he looked her up and down.  “Vehuel, it’s good to see you again,” he greeted her.  “It’s been, what? Three? Four million years?  Sorry about that whole imprisonment thing but hanging onto an angel, even a depowered one… you were supposed to be a bargaining chip.  No hard feelings?”

Vee gave him the most sultry look she could muster as she crossed the room, allowing her coat to drop from her shoulders.  She smirked as she saw the approval and desire in Lucifer’s eyes as he took in the lingerie she was wearing.  She arrived at the bed and stood between his parted legs, pushing him back so that he would slide up towards the headboard before she slunk away, her swaying hips keeping Lucifer’s attention on her body.  

With her back to him, Vee bent at the waist to retrieve something from her coat.  “No hard feelings?” she repeated as she straightened out and turned back towards her captor on the bed.  “I only just got out of the cell you threw me in, Luci, of course there are hard feelings.”  She laughed as the nickname clicked in his mind and the devil remembered where he had heard it before.

“You’re working with Gabriel… but he’s- he’s dead.”

Vee smiled as she flicked the lighter, a tiny flame dancing to life.  “Funny thing about Gabriel and I, we’re extremely difficult to kill.”  She dropped the lighter, igniting the ring of holy oil that she and Gabriel had set up in the room earlier.  Flames surrounded the bed and, soon, the linens began to catch as well.  Vee wrapped herself in her jacket once more and watched as the bed and its occupant went up in flames.

She stayed in the room until nothing remained but ash and bones propped against the pure white walls.  That was where Gabriel found her, still in her place beside Lucifer’s corpse.  He wrapped his arms around Vee from behind, pulling her flush against his chest, and he gently kissed her neck.  “Nice work, beautiful.  What do you say we finish cleaning house and then make a new crop of angels to keep the lights on around here?”

I’m going to come back and add the rest of the tags later tonight!

[archangelgabriellives]

Me too. Me too. 😍😍😍

The Night Ended in his Bed

Hey, guess who feels like a complete and utter ASS that I missed the deadline for @nobodys-baby-now birthday bash?

Hint, hint; ITS ME!!

I’m soooooo sorry that this is late! How can a fic that appears so perfectly in my head be so problematic to write?

Anyway, this was written for @nobodys-baby-now because its her birthday! I’m so glad that I get to know such a wonderful person like you. Remember that you are so talented and that we all love you! <3 <3  Based off the song Sarah Smiles by Panic! at the Disco.

words: about 1500

Set during Tall Tales

Female reader!

~~

“I’m sorry, you want me to do what?”

“Please, Y/N,” Sam asked, pulling out his biggest puppy eyes. “We need a distraction so we can search the janitor’s house and his office.”

“So you want  me to go flirt with a guy who may be a Trickster,” you said as you paced the tiny hotel room.

“We don’t know that yet,” Sam said, trying his best to convince you.

“Look, just follow the guy,” Dean said as he lounged on the bed. “If he goes to a bar or something, buy him a drink. Have a Purple Nurple or three. Hey, you might even get laid.”

His crude remark had you throwing a world class bitch face at the hunter.

“If he goes home,”Dean continued, oblivious to your stare, “then call us and we’ll stick to the office for now.”

“That feels like a massive oversimplification, Dean,” you said.

Dean simply shrugged, eyeing you with a knowing smirk.

“Just because you make that stupid, all knowing face doesn’t mean I’ll say yes, Dean.”

“Of course not,” Dean snarked back at you.

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