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Requested - Dean Winchester x reader with the prompts 19 - “The truth is being with you scares me. But not being with you…terrifies me” and 23 - “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.” 

Y/N had been hunting with the Winchester’s for a long time, you’d met them whilst you were hunting a nest of vampires and ended up making quite a team. Once they had found out what the vampires had done to your family they opened their home up to you, you had happily accepted the invitation and since then had grown close to them. Whilst you liked both men you had been drawn to Dean more, you went to him when you were scared, when you couldn’t sleep due to nightmares from your past. You shared the bed with him more times than not when the three, sometimes four depending on if Castiel joined, travelled. You knew you were falling for the taller man but also knew nothing could come from it, this life wasn’t for people who thought they could have a slice of happiness, getting to close to someone got you and them hurt but still you couldn’t help soaking up all the hugs, the touches, the lingering glances between Dean and you.

Even with the apocalypse world situation nothing had changed between you and Dean, you were still friends, the best of friends, and nothing more. You joked and flirted, everyone could tell there was something there but you knew Dean was just joking, no matter how much Sam tried to convince you otherwise.

The bunker was currently fuller than usual, Rowena here helping with opening the gate to the apocalypse world, Gabriel recovering and helping were he could, Castiel, Sam and Dean were getting ready to go to the other side. You, however, sat staring at Dean with an angry glare. He had banned you from going, said it was too dangerous which was true but what wasn’t dangerous in this life? You knew when you joined the boys your life would be dangerous, that every action would have a consequence but you wanted to help! You were going to the apocalypse world with or without Dean’s permission, just let him try and stop you.

“Listen, I’m not apologising for protecting you-“ Dean began but was quickly cut off by you protesting, “I don’t need protection Dean Winchester, I’m a big girl and I’m perfectly capable of protecting myself!” Kneeling in front of you Dean sighed before continuing, “I know you can but you haven’t dealt with a threat this big before, Hell, we don’t even know what we’re walking into. You- I won’t let you go in there. I need you too damn much.” You looked at him for a long moment. As much as you wanted the words to mean something, and in any other situation they would, you couldn’t listen to them at the moment. You needed to go with them, help them!

“I’m going with you whether you like it or not.” Your voice was firm as you stood from your chair, pushing past him. He barely stayed balanced in his squatting position before he stood up and went to follow you, only to be stopped by Sam who put his hand on Dean's shoulder and shook his head slightly.

“She’s right, the clock may run out on us.” You heard as you tuned back into the conversation. You knew Castiel and Rowena were right, you hadn’t been to the other world but from what you’d been told it was big and the chance of finding Mary and Jack was, well it was slim.

Looking up you saw Gabriel enter the room, holding a vial of his grace. As Rowena held it up you frowned a confused expression making its way onto yours, and everyone else’s face. With an uneasy look towards Castiel, Rowena used the small amount of grace to finish the spell. As the angels grabbed their blades and Sam and Dean grabbed their bags, you leant against the door frame, your own bag hidden in your room a few doors down.

“I need you to trust me.” Dean said as he came over to you, a hand reaching up to cup your cheek, it took all your strength not to lean into his touch. “I’m not benching you to be an ass, I’m trying to protect you. Hell, I don’t even want Sammy in there. I can’t have both of you in there, I’m sorry Y/N. I really am.”

“You don’t need to be worried about protecting me in there Dean! Sure I haven’t fought archangels like you have but I’ve fought enough creatures to the point where you should know I can handle my own shit. Stop looking at me like a child who told you they want to be an astronaut, I can actually do this.” You were angry, you had been with the Winchester’s for a few years now. Had been through thick and thin with them and still when the biggest fight was here Dean didn’t trust you. You turned and walked out of the room, the older Winchester following you right out.

“I trust you, Y/N, you know I do!” Dean said causing you to scoff, he paused to glare at you before continuing. “Is it that hard to believe I care about you too much?”

“Whatever. Just go, I don’t even care. I’ll just follow your orders and stay here!” He went to respond, looking just as frustrated as you felt, but was cut off by Sam shouting him into the room.

“Y/N, before I go, in case something happens you have to know,” here he paused for a few long moments, “I - I do trust you.” It could have been the many emotions you were feeling but you swore you saw regret in his eyes, like he was telling the truth but not the whole truth. You shrugged it off, rolling your eyes at his retreating figure before following him into the room again.

You all watched as Rowena completed the spell, the portal appeared before collapsing, all you heads titling with it. The group in front of you began arguing about Gabriel’s grace before Castiel started explaining how they needed archangel grace.

“We need Lucifer.” His voice was firm, there was no arguing with the statement, though that didn’t stop them. Your eyes darted towards Sam and then Rowena, feeling sympathy for them both but knowing Castiel was right. Gabriel wasn’t healed and the gate needed to be opened as soon as possible.

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Sam, Dean and Castiel excused themselves to go and discuss things in the kitchen. You left for your bedroom not completely understanding what needed discussing, as much as Sam had reason to despise Lucifer he was the only way that the door to the apocalypse world could be opened.

For the amount of time you had spent with Sam and Dean, you hadn’t had the chance to meet Lucifer. They kept you as far away from him as humanly possible. They had told you what he had done to Cas, to Sam but you weren’t scared of him, well not as much as you probably should’ve been. It sort of made sense, Lucifer wanting to destroy the world his Father made after being put in the cage. That didn’t mean you agreed with what Lucifer had done, just that you could sort of see his side.

The apocalypse world was going to be dangerous, you knew that much. Dean was worried about going in there and that should have been enough to scare you but you couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. You’d lost one family and you refused to sit around and do nothing while this family was in danger.

There was a knock on your door and you looked up to see Castiel leaning against the frame. “Dean wanted to come but I didn’t think you’d want to see him right now.” He said causing you to smile. “Rowena and Gabriel have gone to collect Lucifer. I’d expect them back shortly.”

You nodded at Castiel and told him you’d be out soon before closing the door and double checking your bag. You had guns, extra bullets, a knife, flashlights and your angel blade which you stole from Dean a year or so ago. You planned to go through to the apocalypse world after Sam, Dean, Gabriel and Cas had had time to move. Rowena wouldn’t let you go without a fight but if Lucifer was there then maybe she wouldn’t be as focused on you.

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By the time you walked back into the library, Rowena was grinding the ingredients for the spell again and a man you’d never met before was knelt on the ground. Lucifer, that was Lucifer. He had just started the regain consciousness when you quietly walked in.

“Oh hey Sam,” he smirked before taking in the rest of the room, “oh look at that, all the people I love to torture in the same room.” Then his eyes locked with yours and you raised an eyebrow. “Expect you, whose she? New pet?” He was cut off as Rowena placed the bowl of ingredients under him and he put the pieces together. Your eyes widened as Castiel stepped forward and slit the archangels throat, grace pooling from the wound.

Sam told Lucifer of his plan before Rowena performed the spell again, this time the door was bright and wide and Sam’s plan of draining Lucifer seemed like it would actually work, seemed like something would finally go right for them.

“...Then, when we get back, then we’ll kill you.” Sam said, pointing his figure at the archangel. The unbothered, almost bored, “cool” Lucifer let out made you snort quietly; never piss off a Winchester.

Whilst Sam checked in with Rowena, Dean made his way over to you. “Listen I know you’re still made at me but I need you to know this before I go,” He took a deep breath, moments passed before he looked at you again, ““Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you. If I don’t make it back, I just- I need you to know that, ok?”

Before you could reply Gabriel was asking the group if they were ready and before you knew it each of them passed through the doorway, Dean throwing you one last look over his shoulder. Well now you absolutely needed to go to the apocalypse world, not only to help Jack and Mary but if something happened to Dean, not that you didn’t doubt he’d find a way back from the dead, he wouldn’t know you felt the same about him.

Sometimes you really hated the hunter’s life.

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You sat watching Lucifer stare down at the bowl filled with his grace. He looked slightly defeated before turning his attention to Rowena, beginning to pick at her. You raised your eyebrow as you listened to him, “sort of old-fashioned rightness to it, if you think about it. The men going off to face the trials and glories of war. Woman staying home in the kitchen, where she belongs.” You felt your own fists clench and you had to close your eyes to resist the urge to get up and punch the archangel. As you watched him smile innocently at Rowena you had to give credit to her, she knew how to handle the Devil.

Once he saw he wasn’t getting a reaction out of Rowena he turned to you, smirking when he saw he was already getting a reaction out of you. Rowena placed a hand on your knee, just out of sight of Lucifer, and you took a deep breath knowing you couldn’t let him get to you.

“What about you then? Never tortured you before. Dean Winchester seems fond of you, is that how your relationship works? Dean goes off doing the real work, the man's work and you, what, you stay here like a good little girlfriend? Ready to stitch up his wounds and fetch him drinks all day? Is that it?” You felt Rowena’s grip on you tighten as your jaw clenched painfully. “Oh no that’s not it. You wanted to go, didn’t you? But Dean doesn’t think you’re strong enough, does he?” You focused your attention back on the book in front of you, trying your best not to show Lucifer he was getting to you. He kept prodding but you wouldn’t budge, Rowena’s grip on you helping hold you down.

Again, the lack of reaction caused Lucifer to pause before he started singing obnoxiously. You and Rowena shared a look of exasperation, both ready to be done with the archangel and if you didn’t need him he’d be dead already. You watched Rowena place her hand on her head and hoped the group in the apocalypse world would be quick for her sake, you couldn’t wait until you went across.

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“I told her I loved her, man. I finally confessed and we get dragged into this world before she could say anything, Hell even a rejection would be better than nothing.” Dean sighed, Sam looked at him in sympathy knowing just how long his older brother had been trying to work up the courage to tell Y/N how he felt. It was moments like this were he wished Dean and him could just live a normal life, let Dean be happy for once.

“Let’s just make it through this and then you’ll see her. Trust me, she’s just as crazy about you as you are about her.” Dean didn’t look convinced but shrugged his shoulders; trying to focus on this world and not on his world.

The subject changed onto Dean’s worry about Sam, how he seemed different in this world but that quickly got interrupted by a woman’s scream. Gabriel tried to dissuade them from intervening but saving people was their job.

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Lucifer’s singing carried on before he changed the topic on his last encounter with Rowena. You could see he was getting to her and took this as your chance. Quietly you slipped out of the room, a strong sense of guilt and sympathy for the witch but you knew you had to leave. You grabbed your bag and headed back to the doorway to the apocalypses, pausing before entering the room as you heard Rowena snap. You heard her tell Lucifer that Jack was on the other side, a bad feeling settling in your stomach as you snuck passed and into the doorway.

“Ow!” You cried as you fell face first through the crack. You looked around and felt a chill run up your back, this world was worse than what Sam and Dean had said. You pulled the angel blade from your bag, stuffing it tightly in your boot before pulling the gun out. You looked around, trying to figure out which way to go before you shot around, gun pointed up as you heard something behind you.

“What are you doing here?” You raised an eyebrow as Lucifer questioned you.

“I could ask you the same thing!” You bit back, lowering your gun and pulling the blade from your boot, “you’re meant to be keeping that open!” You yell, pointing to the door.

“Yes, well, change of plans. Apparently my son is in this world and I want him back,” he said before pausing, looking you up and down before smirking, “and you’re going to help me.”

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It was official, you hated Lucifer.

He’d managed to track down which way the Winchester’s and Angels had gone before grabbing your arm and pulling you along. Though he had forced you to take a detour in which he found some of Michael’s angels and drained them off their grace. To think Dean was worried about you coming to this world because of the creatures in it, no, know you had your own personal guard; the bloody Devil himself. The sooner you found him, the better. Not only did you want to be as far away from Lucifer as possible, you also needed to warn them that the gate would close sooner than anticipated thanks to the Devil.

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Lucifer ended up pushing you through a door and into a dark tunnel, thankfully you’d brought your flashlight, using it to try and see where you were. Lucifer and you walked down the cave, cobwebs littering the place as you looked around.

“Keep going.” Lucifer growled like you could possibly go anywhere but forward. On the way you passed multiple beheaded vampires and reached for your regular blade, shoving the gun in your jeans.

“Scared?” Lucifer asked with a smirk. “Not even a little, come on.” You replied with an eye roll, turning the corner. You came onto a space with a few different passages, turning to look at Lucifer. As much as you hated the archangel, he was proving useful in knowing where to go.

“This way.” He said before leading you up one of the dark passages. You gripped your blade tighter, feeling uneasy as you looked around. You could definitely hear growling and from the sounds of it you were getting closer.

Lucifer reached out and grabbed your arm causing you to try and pull away, try being the key word considering his grasp was too strong to break. “Keep quiet.” He said before you ended up in another room, a hand shooting to your head. God you hated when angels did that. Opening your eyes you let out a gasp as you saw Sam laying dead on the floor. You looked to Lucifer who paid you no attention before your focus was back on Sam, who sat up and inhaled deeply.

“Hey Sammy.” You watched as Lucifer took joy in bringing Sam back, knowing he had an advantage over him. Lucifer launched into another of his annoying speeches as Sam tried to comprehend the situation as you stood in the shadows, trying to get over the fact that Sam had died, again.

“The rift. Rowena. Y/N.” You watched as Sam realised the implications of Lucifer being here and not back at the bunker.

Lucifer walked over to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Relax, this one’s safe. I’ve been guarding her the whole time.” He told Sam with an innocent grin. “Rowena’s ok. I was going to kill her but instead she blasted me here but that’s okay because apparently, apparently, my son is here!”

Sam’s eyes flashed to you as Lucifer continued talking. He picked up his bag, ready to leave before Lucifer showed him the vampires he was keeping at bay. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Lucifer was going to Jack and hopefully by this point Jack would be with Dean, Cas and Gabriel. You just hoped Sam came with you, it really was the only way out of here. You watched as Lucifer went to snap his fingers, ready to let the hoard of vampires in.

“What do you want!?” Sam shouted angrily, face showing his emotions clearly. A relationship with his son, that’s what Lucifer claimed to want. Castiel had informed you all of the power this nephilim would hold and how with that power, Lucifer really was unstoppable.

“You’re going to help me. I don’t think he’ll give me a chance unless I come bearing gifts. That’s where you come in, her too but she’s not as important. Hell I could kill you now and it wouldn’t affect my plans.” He said to you, his grip on you tightening. Your eyes darted to Sam’s, betraying the panic you were feeling.

He turned his attention back to Sam, his grip on you not easing. “Apocalypse world, Michaels armies, you really think you and your family can handle that stuff alone. You need me.” Lucifer told him and as much as you hated to admit it, the more archangels you had on your side the better.

“And what if I say no?” Your whole body went cold as Sam said that. You understood him not wanting to work with Lucifer but right now there wasn’t a choice. He’d never get away from the vampires without the help of the archangel. Sam just had to play along long enough to get back to the group.

“All right, let me just make this really really easy, easy enough for even you to understand Sammy. I’m getting to Jack, one way or another. The only question is, you coming?”

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Lucifer kept an arm on you as he pushed Sam forward, letting the group see him first before his dramatic appearance. You hadn’t known the man very long, a day at most, but you hated him. You saw the confusion on Castiel’s face, the smile that spread across Jack’s face and squeezed your eyes shut. Nothing could go right for them, could it?

Once Lucifer could see Sam held everyone’s attention, he pulled you around with him causing the general gaze to shift from Sam to you two. You could see Dean’s face clearly and regretted ever stepping through that doorway.

“Hello, son.” Lucifer smirked. You turned to glare up at Lucifer as he dragged you over to stand near Cas, Gabriel and Jack. You could see the innocent act coming out again as Jack looked at his father.

“How did you get in here?” Castiel asked, his eyes flickering to you in question. You shook your head.

“Oh, she didn’t let me go, no, no, I managed that all on my own. In fact, she came in before me.” You closed your eyes again, looking down at the floor as Lucifer spoke.

Dean stepped forward once Lucifer began to talk to Jack, not allowing the archangel anywhere near him. Lucifer began talking, something he was good at, getting into people’s minds. You could see Jack's face, angry but curious. Once Jack flashed out, Dean began to shout at Lucifer.

After Lucifer had been restrained with handcuffs, Dean’s pulled you away from him and the group.

“What the hell, Y/N!? What were you thinking? First I tell you don’t come in here and then you what? You team up with Lucifer? God, he could have killed you!” Dean shouted angrily, fingers running through short hair.

“I- I know, ok, I know he could have killed me,” your hand went up to your neck where he held you, “I know. I came in here and he was still restrained. I was here for less than two minutes when he came in! I don’t know what happened. I’m not working with Lucifer, Dean I had to, I couldn’t let you come here. If something happened, God Sam died! I saw him dead, that could have been you too! And you wouldn’t have known that I, that I,” You let out a sob as tears fell down your face, it wasn’t often you cried but after everything that had happened you couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your face.

“Ok, Ok, c’mere,” Dean said as he pulled you in for a hug. “I’m not mad, it’s just I cannot lose you, Y/N/N. God, it bad enough Sam died in here, if I’d lost both of you I couldn’t, I don’t know what I’d do. I didn’t think these would be the circumstances when I confessed but the truth is,” he began, pulling away to wipe at your eyes, making sure you were looking at him before he continued, “being with you scares me. But not being with you…terrifies me.”

“I love you too. I have for so long but in our life, it’s hard to care about someone this much, yet alone love them. But I want that, with you Dean. I really do.” Your tears had started to slow as Dean wiped them before leaning in and kissing you softly. It was sweeter than what you imagined but considering the circumstances, it was exactly what you both needed. It didn’t last long, Dean pulled away and rested his head on your forehead. “I swear when we get back to our world, I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna treat you right.” He wrapped his arm around you before placing a kiss on your head.

There was still a lot to figure about, both with your relationship and the current situation. 31 hours wasn’t a lot of time but if anyone could figure out a way, it was the Winchesters.

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You sat in the bunker, glass in hand as you took in the sight. The bunker was flooded with people from the apocalypse world, Rowena had managed to get everyone back safely, everyone but Gabriel and Lucifer. Your heart ached for Gabriel, all that time on the run, the time spent being tortured by Asmodeus, it would have been nice for him to stay, live his life instead of running. You watched with a fond smile as Sam spoke to Rowena, hopefully the youngest Winchester would let himself have a slice of happiness. Sam moved to stand by Dean and Cas talking quietly before Dean’s gaze moved to you, before he could move to you apocalypse world Bobby took a minute to toast Sam and Dean.

“Hey. There’s a diner not too far away. How’d you guys feel about burgers?” Mary asked the group, Jack, Sam, Cas, Dean and you. After everyone approved you all headed to the garage. It was a tight squeeze in the back but you and Dean rode up front, hands intertwined tightly together. Looking behind you,  you saw Sam looking between you with a grin on his face. Sometimes, in moments like this, you could pretend things were normal, like you hadn’t just been in an entirely different universe. Like you were allowed to be happy. You rested your head on Dean’s shoulder and he placed a kiss upon your head before turning his attention back to the road.

Maybe you couldn’t have that white picket fence, apple pie life but looking around the Impala you realised, maybe you don’t need that to be happy and have a family. As long as you were together, you were happy even fighting side by side chopping off vampires heads and killing other worldly angels. Being with Dean, being happy with Dean, scared you. But not being with him...terrifies you.

Hey! I had this Winchester sister (13 or 14) one where she gets beat up pretty badly in school and she’s sitting outside bleeding with cuts and bruises on her face and she’s just smoking and Gabriel is like hey what happend? And he takes the cigarette off her and is like have this lollipop instead?:)

*rubs hands together* You got it

Lollipop Smoker

The wind makes the small cuts on your face sting a little. You tug on your jacket as goosebumps and a shiver covers your body.

“So glad it’s the weekend.” You mumble to yourself.

A ding from your phone makes you take it out to see what the notification is. Text from Bean; We’re gonna be an hour late. Sorry, baby x

I’ll be waiting

You put your phone away to take out a cigarette and a lighter. Sticking the cigarette in your mouth, you light it up.

“What happened to you, sugar?” Immediately, you know it’s your trickster archangel. 

He takes in the view of the bruises and cuts on your face; your right eye swollen, a split lip, small cuts scattered all over your place, and two or three other bruises.

“Pricks,” is your answer before taking a puff of the cigarette and releasing the smoke out to the pouring rain.

Gabe sits next to you and takes the cigarette out of your fingers. You can’t be bothered to take it back.

Something sticky pokes at your lips. You figured it’s your favourite lollipop. “Have your lollipop.”

You take it and lean your head against his shoulder, his head now leaned against yours. “Bean and Sammy are gonna be an hour out.”

“Do they know about the pricks?”

“Yeah. They talked to the principal and (he/she) talked to the pricks and to stop. They get the chance when they do.”

“Just say my name and I’ll come to help you.”

“Thanks, Guppy.”

Hiii what about one where castiel and Gabriel are busy with their angel shit and end up ignoring their boyfriend a bit and he thinks that they don't love him anymore

Let’s see how this turns out like my other cringey fics....

Angel Love

It’s been a month since you and your angel boyfriends have had a conversation. Well, if you count a few words and noises as a conversation, then apparently there’s different meanings to ‘conversation’.

You’re sitting on the couch of your shared cabin in the woods, a book in hand and a beer on the table. 

The TV is playing in the background, playing a random show or movie, you don’t know, you haven’t been paying attention.

Your mind tries to stay on your book, but the thought of moving back into the bunker isn’t such a bad idea.

At least the Winchesters will pay attention to me. You think to yourself.

With your mark in your book and on the table, you take a quick gulp of beer before getting up from the couch and to your room.

A duffel bag and a small suitcase of your things, you swing the duffel over your shoulder and the suitcase being wheeled behind you.

Dumping the bags and shutting the boot to your 1969 Mustang, you settle in your seat and drive off.

~3 HOURS LATER~

You park the car next to Baby and get out, leaving the bags in the vehicle.

Tiredly walking to the library, the brothers are researching with laptops and beer bottles in front of them.

Sam is the first to notice you in the doorway, “Hey, thought you were at the cabin having a night in with Gabe and Cas.”

“Well, that’s not happening.” You sit yourself at the end of the table they’re on. They give you a small confused look. “We’ve haven’t had a conversation in a month and it kinda seems like they’re giving me the vibes that they don’t love me anymore.”

“With them, Gabe seems calmer and has hardly pulled any tricks or pranks on us and Cas always has that loving, lost puppy look on his face whenever you’re with him.” Dean shrugs.

“They love you, (Y/N), and if they had some sort of problem, then they’d tell you.” Sam gives you a soft, sad smile.

“Can I go to my room?”

“You don’t have to ask when you can go to your room, and you know you’re welcome here anytime.”

“We miss having you here. And like Dean said, you’re welcome here anytime. This is your home and you don’t need to ask to stay.”

Giving them a tired, sad smile, you walk off to your room that has been warded off the monsters and angels.

You decide to have a lie down and have a small nap.

And a cry.

~1 HOUR LATER~

Yells wake you up from your tearful nap. Taking the blankets off and walking out of your room, you hear your best friends argue with your boyfriends.

“Where did (Y/N) go?!” Gabe.

“Why the fuck would you want to know?!” Sam.

“He wasn’t at the cabin. He couldn’t have disappeared or taken as it’s warded!” Cas.

“Seriously?! You two have gone off doing your angel business shit in the past month and you haven’t had a full conversation with your boyfriend.” Dean.

“Yes, we have.” Gabe has his arms crossed over his chest as Cas has his head tilted to the side, his eyebrows furrowed softly. 

“No, you haven’t.” The four of them turn to you, your boyfriends having a relieved look on their faces. “Dean’s right. We haven’t had a conversation in a month, only a few words and noises. You two made me believe that you don’t love me anyone. If you don’t, just come out and say it!” Your chest heaves a bit.

“Oh, sugar, we love you. It’s jus-”

“Just that you have to deal with the Heaven shit! I’ve heard it too many times, Gabe.”

“How about we go back to the cabin and do whatever you want for a month?” He tries to reason. “Then what? You’re going to go back and do your angel shit?”

“We’re done with that, and you know what happened to Heaven.” Cas says softly. “We were trying to get some angels away from you.”

You walk towards him to dump your head against his shoulder and his arms wrapping around you.

“Why does he get a hug?” Gabe pouts.

“Because he isn’t a pain in the ass.” Dean answers, stealing the words from your mouth. “He’s right, Gabriel.” Cas had read your mind and confirmed Dean’s statement. 

“Want to go back?” Gabe had come up behind you and wrapped his arms underneath Cas’. “My shit is in my car.” You mumble into Cas’ neck.

“We can drop it off in the morning. We were gonna come and visit you guys anyway.” Sam says. Thanking him and Dean, you get zapped back to your shared home.

“We’re sorry, honey, we didn’t mean to make you feel like that.” Cas coos softly as Gabe grabs blankets and snacks to ready up a night in.

“You could’ve at least talked to me a bit more.” Your hands hold onto his biceps with your head tucked underneath his chin and your forehead against his collarbone.

“We know that for in the future if it happens again. Well, I know. I’ll have to remind Gabriel.”

“Mm.”

“I love you, honey.”

“So does Gabe!” Gabe jumps from being on his hands and knees in front of the couch.

“I love you goofballs, too.”

With another sip of the stinging liquid, I looked up at the tv, seeing a random movie playing. I didn't care anyways.

I slouched a bit, leaning the palm of my hand on my cheek as I stared into oblivion. A hangover was going to greet me in the morning for sure.

I groaned as I got up from the leather couch, chugging the rest of the evil liquid and putting the empty bottle of addiction on the kitchen table, getting another from the fridge.

I wasn't always like this, but hey, that's what happens when you start drinking at the age of 16 and never stopping.

Only one good thing came out of this, Gabriel. We meet at a bar in Oregon. As soon as I saw his Whiskey colored orbs, I was hooked. Now we're here, two years later and now we're closer than anything.

I was pushed out of my thoughts as I heard the ruffle of the doorknob opening, seeing Gabriel walk in, back from a trip with Sam and Dean. I would have gone, but, I didn't feel like it.

His smile slipped from his face as he saw the bottle in my hands and the multiple empty ones all over the table.

He shook his head lightly, walking over to me and snatching the bottle out of my hand and pouring it in the sink.

I turned to drunken rage from the previous liquid being wasted away.

"Hey! What the hell Gabriel! That was the last bottle!!"

He turned to me, an angry frown almost matching my own.

"Can't you see yourself! Bottles everywhere! You, drunk again! You said-no promised you'd stop! You were sober for months an look at you! A drunk mess!" He seethed, anger written in his eyes.

My rage turned to sadness as I put my head down, disappointed in myself, but mostly because I disappointed Gabe again.

Tears lined my vision as I broke down, letting my emotions take control.

"Gabe I'm sorry. I-I saw a pack on sale and I couldn't fight it! I was trying so hard, but I got it anyways. I can't stop drowning in this alcohol."

Gabriel took a quick breath, scooping me into his arms as he wiped my tears with his thumb.

"Then let me help you. You refuse every time, but you need help. Let me help you." He spoke, his vessels voice cracking slightly.

With glossy vision I looked up at my angelic lover and nodded. "Okay. I promise this is the last time."

Gabriel gave a small smile, leaning his forehead upon mine. "I love you Y/n."

A soft smile made its way to my tear stricken face, lightly kissing Gabriel's lips, which tasted sweet as ever. "I love you too Gabe. I always will."

"I know." He spoke, walking to the bedroom with me still in his arms. "Come on, you need some sleep." I nodded, agreeing with him as I rested my head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth he emitted, allowing sleep to over take me even before Gabriel reaches the bedroom door. 

I'll fight this Gabriel. I'll do it for you.

The strong smell of cigarette smoke and sweat hit me as I walked in the door of the strip club. Club "Free Will" as they called it.

I glanced over the topless women and sat down at the bar, signaling the bartender to come around.

"What will it be tonight Y/n?" spoke the barkeep.

"The usual. Just double the tonight. Thanks Mitch." I replied, giving a soft smile.

"No problem chick." He replied. Pulling out the short glass, and made my drink.

Taking a sip of the liquid, I turned my back to Mitch and ogled my eyes at the strippers until I was interrupted.

"What is a girl like you doing here?" Asked a rather short, yet oddly attractive man.

Smirking, I turned to look at him. "I'm looking at the goodies. And I think I just found a winner."

He chuckled, pulling out his hand. "The names Gabriel. And you are?"

I shake his hand firmly and reply, "Y/n."

"Strong grip ya got there sugar. You wrestle?"

"No. I do workout though. Gotta stay in shape even when your work doesn't require it." I replied, taking a quick swig of my drunk and putting it down.

"Well I dare say you look great. What do you do anyways?" He replied back, taking a sip of his beer.

"Oh I'm a minister. Yeah, I know the irony." I said, rolling my eyes and chuckling.

"Quite a place for a minister to be. I like your style. How about you and I ditch this place and go somewhere." He said, a kind smile written in his face.

"Sure. I have nothing better to do. You know what, I'll take ya somewhere." I replied, getting up from my seat and Gabriel following me.

After about half an hour of walking we finally arrived at the place. A large, empty building.

"A church huh? A little ironic is it not?" Gabriel said laughing lightly as he stood next to me.

"Maybe but hey, this is where I work. This is kinda my home." I replied, unlocking the church doors and walking inside.

As Gabriel followed me, I spoke. "You know? I believe people get one thing wrong in the Bible. And that's angels. People see them as regular people in heaven. But they are not."

I turned to face Gabriel, a light smile on my face as he listened closely, as though he knew something I did not.

"I believe they are warriors of God and not to be fucked with."

Gabriel laughed loudly, shaking his head. "Oh I know." He said, sitting down.

I did the same, taking a seat next to him.

"I do have a favorite angel though, but not just any angel. Gabriel, the Archangel. He seems different from the rest."

Seeming a little shocked, Gabriel looked at Y/n, but put on a regular face as she looked at him.

"What a coincidence huh?" Gabriel spoke, almost flirtatiously.

Rolling my eyes, I got up and pulled out a marker. Grabbing his hand, I wrote down my number and started to walk away from him.

"Call me! I would love to get to know you better!" I called out, going up the stairs into my office, leaving a very flustered angel behind. 

Despair

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Word Count: 1,235

Summary: The Apocalypse is approaching and Gabriel visits you. 

Warnings: Spoilers for season five, feels.

A/N: I’d planned on writing something cute, not this. Anyway, enjoy!

You’d known Gabriel for a long time. You’d met him while you were on a crazy hunt -caused by him, of course- which turned out to be the maddest hunt you’d ever been on. He’d transported you to a world much like the one depicted in Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland and had shown up, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, a couple of days and countless agonising deaths later. At first, you hadn’t liked him. And you’d liked him even less when, as his parting words, he’d chosen to reference Alice in Wonderland again and wink, saying ‘Eat me’ in a tone of voice heavily laden with innuendo.

No, you hadn’t liked him then. But you’d stumbled across him -or, rather, he’d found you- numerous times after that. And slowly, bit by bit, you got to know him better. You got to see behind his confident, flirty exterior and you started liking him more.

It had been a long time since you had last seen him and, with rumours about the oncoming Apocalypse passing from one hunter’s mouth to the other’s, you always had to remain on your toes; ever vigilant and watchful as you tried to distinguish truth from lie.

It came as a surprise to you when, one day, Gabriel just showed up at the door of your motel room. You had no ongoing case, nothing that could justify his sudden appearance. And yet there he was, flirty smile on his face as he swallowed the last of his candy bar.

“Hello, sweetheart. I’m sure you’ve missed me so terribly much. I definitely have missed you,” he said cheerfully, smiling a grin that brought you back to the first smile he had ever given you; that broad, wonderful grin that seemed more devious and teasing than a genuine smile. Only, this time, he embraced you briefly, showing you exactly how much he actually had missed you.

He then proceeded to push past you and make his way to the bed, where he sat down and continued eating his sweets. For a while, you just stared at each other, your gaze meeting his brown one questioningly.

“What are you doing here?” you said eventually, breaking the perpetual silence of the room. While you were glad to have him there, as you actually had missed him and you liked him a bit too much, his appearance was sudden.

“I’m here to see you. And I brought food,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows, as if that explained everything. You raised your own eyebrows incredulously.

“Don’t you have chaos to create somewhere else?” You asked him. “Or have the recent goings-on affected you as well?” You added, kind of jokingly, because you were quite certain that a trickster like Gabe wouldn’t really heed the far-fetched rumours about the Apocalypse.

But his face fell at the mention of that, and he cast his eyes downward. For a moment, he looked broken, torn apart, scared, and then he was okay again, smiling and looking up as if nothing had happened.

“Well, everybody who knows about what’s going on should be concerned. The destruction of the world as we know it could be imminent,” Gabriel said gravely, but his eyes never lost their cheerful glint. “So, you know what we can do to make sure we’re prepared?” he said in a secretive, conspiratorial, tone of voice.

“What?” you asked.

He dropped you a wink. “Sex and food. Lots and lots of sex and eating food to make up for every second in our life that we haven’t been doing one or the other,” he said simply and his tone of voice was so serious that you felt like the laugh you choked out was out of place.

“Gabe. You can’t be telling me that what everyone’s been saying is true. I’m sure it’s just a false alarm,” you said with a shrug.

Gabriel’s serious look returned again then, and he frowned, staring at the long-forgotten and only half-eaten chocolate bar in his hand.

“It’s true,” he said with a sigh.

“How… how do you know?” you asked, somehow believing him. You sat down on the bed next to him and nervously tapped a rhythm with your fingers on your leg.

His hand reached over to cover yours and stop the nervous drumming. At that, you lifted your gaze to meet his, and any doubt you might have had about this whole situation vanished at the pained, fearful look that was still in his eyes.

Everything went downhill from there. Despair fought with fear and chaos tangled with misery to create the perfect cacophony of discord.

“Y/n… I’m not just a trickster. The name Gabriel isn’t just a name. I’m the Gabriel; the archangel Gabriel. And I know that this is really happening; I know that almost all the required seals to start the Apocalypse are broken. There is no escaping this,” he said, his voice pained as his grip on your hand tightened and the desperation in his eyes intensified.

“I don’t know if I’m going to live to see another day. None of us can know. Lucifer could rise tomorrow,” he said, a note of fear in his voice as he spoke.

“Nobody ever knows what life will bring,” you whispered back, unable to do much else other than stare into his eyes. You felt helpless now that you knew that the world was gradually falling apart. Helpless, and drowning; drowning in the world and in his eyes that looked like chocolate and caramel and Gabe.

He leaned forward to brush a tear you hadn’t even realised was falling off your cheek with his thumb, and he didn’t pull away. He was close enough that you could feel his breath -that smelt pleasantly of chocolate and caramel- against your cheeks and lips.

“It’ll be okay,” you muttered under your breath, trying to reassure both yourself and Gabriel with your words. He gave a solemn nod in response. “We can only wait and see,” he replied, and it was your turn to nod.

“Gabriel…” You said helplessly after a while of silence, uttering his name just because you liked the feel of his name rolling off your tongue.

“Y/n,” he was quick to reply, and that was enough to give you the required courage to close the distance between your lips.

The kiss didn’t go as an expected first kiss would. No sparks flew around you; no butterflies fluttered in your stomach and nothing about it was tender and sweet -apart from, perhaps, the lingering taste of sugar and chocolate of his mouth.

It was frantic and anxious and was punctuated by breathy moans and desperate tugging at clothes. It was the kind of kiss that doesn’t satisfy you but only leaves you wanting more and more and oh so much more.

“I love you,” you heard yourself mutter at some point, because now was no time to worry about it being too soon, it was the time to worry about having been too late to say or do something.

Gabriel tugged on your shirt urgently and whispered ‘me too’.

The urgency never left, not even when you lay side by side under the sheets in the bed the following morning, or when you said goodbye three days later.

You never saw him again. That day, a part of you broke. And you somehow knew you’d never get it back.

Masterlist

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➳ HALLOWEEN

Corey Cunningham

- His baby mama : part 2

➳ RESIDENT EVIL

Leon S. Kennedy

- Unexpected Boner

- Valentine’s day

- His young and bright light

- Australian girlfriend

- Caught in the office

- RE Boys x endometriosis!reader

- Sore loser

Chris Redfield

- Warm me up, Captain 

- Body heat

- RE Boys x endometriosis!reader

Albert Wesker

- Migraines

- Progenitor woman: part 1, part 2, part 3

- Disorder

- RE Boys x endometriosis!reader

- Hate makes you blind

- Shaking like a leaf

- God Complex

- Covidead

- Annoying Wesker

- Family

- Albert Wesker as a father

- Privacy

- How Wesker decide the perfect mate

- Nsfw headcanon

- Wesker’s captive: part 1

- Seduction fails

➳ THE LAST OF US 

Joel Miller

- Your lucky star

- On his backseat

➳ MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

- Protection 

- Exquise Esquisse - Part 2

- Bucky as a dad

Loki

- Meow

- The melted popsicle

- The Asgardian whale dancing salsa

Peter Parker

- Blur

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

➳ PEAKY BLINDERS

Thomas Shelby

- Everything I touch

- Periods (part 2)

- Fading innocence

Alfie Solomons

- Periods

John Shelby

- Periods

- Perfect sexual partner

- Coward

Michael Gray

- Work of art

- Blow your brain

- Sex or more?

- Someone else better than him

- You grow up too fast

- Periods (part 2)

- The Clementine - Part 2 (finished)

➳ RIVERDALE

Sweet Pea

-  FP’s desk

➳ SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

- We’re not super heroes

- Fuck you, Chuck

- Chicken Out

Sam Winchester

- We’re not super heroes

- Chicken Out

➳ ACTORS

Tom Hardy

Cillian Murphy

-  The wrong path

- Love war

Sebastian Stan

- The Little

- I wanna love you

Jensen Ackles

Soft

Gabriel x reader

Summary: Gabriel gets worried that you don’t take him seriously.

Note: I haven’t written Gabriel before I have done some research about him. 😉 I hope you guys like it

Warning: unprotected smut (don't do this at home), fluff. ********************************************* There was only one way to completely explain Gabriel as a whole being and that was trickster. He may have been lying about the god part but the name was more than fitting. Yeah he was sweet and protective but most of all he was silly, you never had a dull moment with him but that’s one of the reasons why you loved him in the first place.

Yeah the boys had trouble with him and there was a whole fight about him being around but you figured after a while they would get over it. You loved them like family and if you meant anything to them they would see how happy he made you, even when he went too far you couldn’t help but love him for it anyway, but still, he was very good at getting on your nerves some times.

You guys were working on a case some place in Wyoming. This poor kid got shredded to death by the big bad wolf and even after all the research, you and the boys couldn’t find any kind of clue linking the victim to the wolf. Dean bored out of his mind went out to the bar to ‘get to know the locals and find some clues’ and Sam went to actually get some info from the police station and keep an eye on Dean.

You sat in the brightly colored love seat in your picturesque little motel room with a book on werewolves. But you heard a sound that you weren’t expecting especially because both the boys were out. The fluttering of wings, you were expecting someone to pop out of no where and scare you like one of the angels usually did, But this time gabe walked out of the bathroom calmly, you jumped the tiniest bit. “What are you doing? ”, he smirked and sat down at the edge of your bed. “Walking into your motel room, what are you doing?”. You smiled and rolled your eyes, “just researching for this case”.

“It’s a werewolf and you guys know that, don’t you know enough about them already?”. You laughed a little, “of course I know a lot about werewolves but you can never know too much about what your hunting, trust me it comes in handy”, he shot you a bored look. “I know-”, he stopped himself from finishing his whining, which was definitely odd, odd for even him. He straightened himself out, “toss me a book, I’ll help you”. This threw you out of the water, Gabriel never liked to read and usually by now he would be teasing you, there was something wrong with him.

“Are you feeling alright?”, you asked handing him one of the books off the table. “Of course I am, are you feeling ok?” He asked opening the book to the first page, giving the words an exhausted look, and then looking up to you hopefully. “Yeah I’m perfectly fine”, you answered staring at him from your book. He just stared down at the pages with a worried look on his face. “You don’t have to read if you don’t want to, I was getting bored of it anyway”, you said looking at his reaction suspiciously. “ I can keep researching if you want to go do something”, he said shooting you a small reassuring smile.

You couldn’t take it anymore, “what’s going on with you gabe?!”. He looked up at you shocked, “what do you mean, why are you yelling?”. You made outrageous hand gestures towards him holding the book, “I'm not yelling, look at you, your reading a book, about werewolves, you didn’t scare me when you popped into my room and you haven’t teased me because we are alone. What’s wrong with you?”. He only looked down into the book nervously and murmured, “nothings wrong with me, this is how I normally am”. You rolled your eyes and pulled the book out of his hands and set it down on the table.

You sat down on the bed next to him, “are you kidding me? Do you really think I’m that stupid?”, he shook his head somberly. You lightly pushed him. “You come in here acting like this, your an archangel, a trickster, and you expect me not to be worried about you. Come on what’s going on?”.

“Is that all you see me as?”, his words startled you a bit. “What do you mean?”, he looked down at his hands with a sad look on his face, “y/n, I love you, I really do. But do you only see me as a trickster, a lovable goofball?”. He looked around the room avoiding eye contact with you, “I don’t just want to be a goofy clown who annoys you all the time, I suck at being normal, i’m sorry”. Gabriel was never this straightforward with you so you just shook your head and grabbed his hands, “of course your not just the goofy clown to me, and you don’t need to be good at being normal. your so sweet and although you don’t like me to think so, your a big softy and I love that side of you. I hope that no one else gets to see it besides me, cause I love you”. He looked up at you with his signature smirk which brought the smile back to your face.

“See there’s that dashing millionaire smile I’ve been missing”, he shook his head and wrapped his hands around your waist. He threw his leg over to your other side and slid you up to the top of the bed. He pulled himself up hovering above you, “no one else gets to see this side of me except you”. He leaned down and kissed you softly. He sat himself up and snapped his fingers making all the lights in the room go out. You laughed and shook your head, “what if the boys come home early”. You saw the details of his face with the dim blue moon light That shined through the window, he smiled, “they won’t, trust me”.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours before kissing you longer than he had before. He trailed his hands up until he reached your face before cupping your cheeks softly and kissing you again. You had one arm around on his Neck and the other holding onto his face. He couldn’t hold back the smile and kissed you over and over again. You smiled too and leaned your forehead on his. “You know, I’m more serious than you think”, he said teasingly. “Oh yeah?”. He kissed you again, “definitely”. He put his hands on the bottom of your shirt and you sat up allowing him to pull it off of you. As he pulled his own shirt off you unbuttoned your pants and helped him afterwards. He moved back and sat on his knees, after you had gotten your pants off he carefully pulled your legs around his waist.

But this time as he leaned down to touch you he only lightly traced his fingers over your skin softly. the cold air mixed with the feeling of his warm skin was refreshing.

He reached his hands up to your back and oh so carefully kissed your neck. You wrapped your hands around his neck and after he had gotten situated he caressed your back so softly it made his callused hands feel smooth. He held you delicately as if you were made of glass and if he held on any tighter you'd break. No one had been this careful with you or touched you with so much passion at the same time. Afterwards he held you close to him, you could feel his warm shallow breath on the back of your neck. He whispered to you, “I really do love you more than anything in this world, and that’s the whole truth”. The whole world was silent and if you ever had to chose one moment to be stuck in forever it was this one. You smiled in the dark and held onto his arms, “I love you too, so much more than anything”.

SPN Angels x teen reader

Hello wonderful person reading this. I really hope you will be enjoying this and maybe I even manage to make you smile. It would be my honor. As always I do not own Supernatrual or its characters and I have no intention to earn money with this. i just want to make people smile. Please support the great series and the people who have worked for it.

Trigger warinings: Bullied reader

This topic is important for me so I need to say a few things beforehand.

Please do never believe people when they say nasty things to you or believe it is right when they hurt you. They have no right to do so. Everyone is unique and absolutly wonderful in their own why, this includes you! Smile and never give up. One day you will meet the people you have been looking for and believe me it is worth waiting for them. It is okay to ask for help. Everyone needs help at some point of their life and never ever believe you are not freaking perfect the way you are. Never give up. There are so many poeple feeling like they do not belong, or do not fitt in. You are not alone and you will find your place.

Please never bully anyone, you would not believe how much damage you can do and trust me if you knew, if you would ever feel it, you would deeply regret it. You are not just making fun or giving someone a bad day. You hurt them, your words and actions can influence their whole life. That is nothing you want to be responsible for. Think about it. How would you feel?

If anyone wants to read this for a male reader or any other gender ask and give me advise, I gladly write a second version =) I Just always get confused with both reader types in one version ^^’‘ and was not sure if anyone even likes this story.

So it was three days before Christmas and one thing was clear this year Christmas was already and would continue to be a nightmare. You were the younger half-sister of Dean and Sam Winchester. You loved your brothers dearly and you loved how they always tried to celebrate a normal Christmas with you to give you all some happy hours together since you had been brought to them. You were ten years old at that time. Your mum and dad had just met for one night and you had never met your dad, but your mum loved you dearly. She also had been a hunter before she left. She died protecting you from a witch, which was chasing after young girls. She had stopped hunting when you were born but still taught you the basics. You never got to know why the witch had chosen to hunt you down but she did. How you survived? By the strangest sort of luck. Your mother had heard of your brothers and connected them thinking you should meet them. The date they were supposed to visit was the day your mother died. They arrived just before the witch could get to you and thankfully reacted fast enough. They took you in and took care of you from that day on. You loved your brothers dearly and would do anything for them. A few years had gone by and you were in high school now. The boys wanted you to have a normal life, well as normal as possible. Also, they do not like you going on hunts with them. They are really protective of you. Especially because the death of your mother was still hunting you. It was near Christmas and you missed your brothers, a lot. They were away since a week and to make matters worse that week had been awful. There still had been lessons and for some reason the popular kids had decided that you were their main interest of bullying for the days before Christmas. Today you had come back to the bunker holding back your tears. You had to be stronger than that. They were not supposed to get to you, still it hurt, it hurt so much, and you just wanted to see your brothers. You had not told them about the bullying afraid they would get worried or thought of you as weak even when you knew that was unlikely but you could not help feeling insecure about the matter just like about so many other subjects and the bullying was making it worse and worse. All you wanted was someone to hug you.

You sighed and went to the kitchen you did not feel like eating but you knew you had to. You wanted to cut a few carrots to eat them with a bit of meat, yes you had adapted both Sam and Deans way to eat. But the knife slipped out of your trembling hands, and you cut yourself. You cursed and pushed the knife away from you but knocked over a glass in the process which shattered to pieces on the floor. With the glass also a full glass bottle bier fell. Now you were surrounded by shards. You were at the bridge of tears as you tried to step over the shards yet there were so many you could not avoid all and felt some smaller once cutting your feet. You hissed in pain and sat down when you finally were at the end of all the shards. Tears were now flowing without a stop. That had been the last straw. You could not take it anymore. Your last thought before dark thoughts and sobs gained full control of your body was to call for one of the angles your bothers were In some way friends with or at least began to tolerate them. You, yourself loved them dearly. Castiel seemed to always calm you down und Gabriel would always find a way to cheer you up, while Balthazar always was so kind to you and Lucifer, yes you liked him too, he was really caring towards you and quiet protective. The other angels, at least the ones you knew seemed to be quite nice too, but this four actually took the effort to get closer to you. To everyone else you were just the little sister of the Winchester brothers but to them, you always seemed to be (y/n). Castiel was the first to warm up to you and soon after Gabriel followed and so things went on until even Lucifer seemed to somehow like you. In a way it was like you had four more brothers. But should you really call them? What would be if they were disappointed or had more important things to do or were just annoyed by you. Your thoughts got darker by every second until…”Princess~ What is that with you and such harmful thoughts” You shakenly looked up and to your great surprise Lucifer was sitting at the kitchen counter only a few steps away from you. “Luci..” a whimper escaped you making the archangel give you a small calming smile. “What happened? Little one, who did dare to hurt you?” Balthazar walked in the room his eyes immediately on you. Then there was a warm hand on your cheek “Oh, (y/n) what has happened?” “Cas?” You looked in his blue calming eyes and had trouble to not cry even more and just hide at his chest. “Please stop crying cupcake, everything is going to be just fine.” Gabriel had appeared next to you and was now stroking your hair. “We all sensed you were in pain and felt you thinking about us. We became concerned and came to check on you, Cupcake” Gabriel explained for you. “I honestly was not expecting a war field in your kitchen, what happened, princess?” Lucifer wondered. “Don’t you think we should first take care of the important things, brothers?” Balthazar spoke up. “Of course” Cas muttered and took you on his arms gently carrying you away from the kitchen to your room. He gently set you down on your bed and soon Lucifer followed with a bowl of water. “I am sorry angel, but we need to get the remaining shards out of your feet, before we can heal you. That will hurt a bit, but I try to be gentle okay?” You nodded whipping away some of the tears still finding their way down your cheeks. You did not even want them to waste their mojo on you, but you knew there was no way arguing with the four angels on this matter “Don’t you ever think that again, cupcake.” Gabriel had come to your room and now set down next to you and made you look in his eyes: “You are worth everything we ever do for you and even more, okay?” As Lucifer began to clean the wounds at your feet Cas und Gabe tried to distract you with jokes and stories, while they both held your hands and had a protective arm around your shoulder and waist. Finally, Lucifer finished his work and you felt his grace heal your feet and your hand. He stood up and placed a gently kiss on your forehead “Such a good and strong girl.” You felt Gabe stroke away some of your last tears and suddenly you were in more comfy clothes. Then Balthazar came in with a tablet and you smelled your favorite dish. “I figured you would be hungry. Oh, and I took care of the mess in the kitchen, so do not worry about a thing.” “Thank-you, thank-you all so much.” They all smiled warmly at you. They all told you stories and joked around while you ate, making you smile.

When you had finished Gabe took the plate from you and Cas scouted closer to you putting an arm around your shoulders at first you were confused, but then you saw their serious faces. You realized, they knew, they knew about the bullying and the feelings you held for yourself and they wanted to talk about it. Castiel was the one of them with the most calming aura so he might sure to be close to you. Suddenly you wanted to run away, you did not want to talk about it, you could not…”Hey, hey hey (y/n) calm down, everything is fine, hey it’s okay, you are fine. It’s okay” Cas calmly spoke to you and then a wave of calm was washing over you, that was surely his doing. You felt safe, more than safe and your breathing that had started to speed up slowed down again. Your eyes began to get heavy and you had trouble to not fall asleep. “Hey little brother, that is quiet enough we still want to be able to talk to her. You can help her sleep a bit later.” Gabriel chuckled. “Cas, I know you want to keep her from harm, but it is not a good thing when she never talks about this stuff” Lucifer added. Cas grip on you got a bit stronger, but was still comfortable for you: “Our brother always so protective” Balthazar snickered. The other three angels sat down in front of you. Your bed was pretty large, because Gabe found it fitting one day when he found both of your brothers sleeping at the ground next to you, just to make sure you felt save after a nightmare. You looked down unsure of what to do, what to say… how were you supposed to talk about this. You knew, they only wanted to help, but just the thought about the whole thing made you scared. They threatened you not to tell anyone…what would they do…also when you told the angels what they said, might they realize it is true and that you are not worth their attention, anyone’s attention… a broken sob escaped you and a tear fell from your cheeks “(y/n)…” you heard Castiel mutter and the overwhelming feeling got a bit better. “Cupcake, look at me…sweetheart just look in my eyes and take a deep breath, okay?” Gabe gently lifted your chin, making you look at him. “There, that is our girl. Keep breathing dear.” “Angel, you can tell us, no matter what it is, it will not change what we think or feel towards you okay?” Balthazar spoke. You nodded weakly, making Gabe losing his grip a bit. “They told you not to tell anyone, did they not? Bullies are always such cowards. Little one, we would never let them hurt you. If one of them even tries to come near you again we will be there protection you, okay?” Lucifer gently stroke your head. With the way he was caring for you, people sometimes find it hard to believe that he is really THE Lucifer. You took another deep breath and slowly began to tell them, first the easier things but once you started talking you found yourself not able to stop anymore and so you told the angels everything. From the girl who always made fun of you in front of everyone, to the boys, that decided to punch you until you had a hard time to get up anymore, or the group who tied you up, so that you got locked in for  a few hours until the janitor found you, to your great luck and how the bulling got even worse, the punches were okay, you could live with that, but the things they said got worse and worse and you started to believe them. Not your while class was like this, but all the others were too afraid to stand up for you. Just today they had stolen your sketchbook and had thrown it out of the window, so it got all wet from the rain and all your little works ruined. When you finally finished you realized it had gotten warmer and something soft was stroking against your arms, legs, hands and feet. You needed a moment to realize that they had put their wings around you, to shelter you from this world and just materialized them enough for you to feel them but not to see, cause that would hurt your eyes. The angels were all looking at you in warm, yet sad way but in the same time kind of proud. “We are sorry cupcake, we should have noticed sooner, something was wrong, should have watched more over you” “N-no you all have more than enough to do” you stammered. “Still from now on, we will watch over you little one, in a way we already are your guardian angels, I think we should start to doing this the right way.” Balthazar decided. “You are right brother, what better way to make sure our little angel is always alright.” “You have to decide princess, if you want, we all become your guardians?” Lucifer spoke softly, caressing your hair. You looked a bit puzzled at him, what exactly did that mean or what would come with it? Was there really something like guardian angels you always thought it was a matter of speech. “Sometimes” Cas explained “certain people, people who have an important task to do in the future get to be watched over by an angel. The angel mixes a really tiny portion of his grace with the soul of this person. That way he can always find him or her even when she is out of radar for every other angel, but that is not the only thing it also makes it easier to tune in your thoughts, you know we can read them when we are near you or when we concentrate on you, but once we become a guardian it gets really easy for us no matter how far away and your praises would be louder for us, then the praises of others, also we would be always able to know how you feel and would immediately notice when you would be in pain or scared. Actually mind reading how you call it, gets a lot easier even from a far distance and if we wanted to we could even see and hear everything you do. Of course, we would always respect your how did Dean put it personal space?” That made you laugh “Cas, you do not even know the word, how do you want to respect it then?” “It is nice to hear you laugh again” Gabe smiled at you. “You do not have to answer us now (y/n) and it would be more than okay, to say no, we just want to protect you” Balthazartold you.

A yawn escaped your lips: “I think you should sleep a bit” Castiel suggested but you shook your head frankly, when you slept they would go and at the moment you really did not want to be alone, were scared to be alone. “Princess, no one said we are leaving” Lucifer gently stroke your cheek “My little brother is right, your mind and body a screaming for a good night’s sleep and it is already pretty late” He spoke softly. You took a firm hold of his hand as if to make sure he would not go. You did not even realize your action you were too tired already, but it made the archangels heart feel warm. He scooted a bit closer and began to stroke your hair with his other hand. Gently making you lay back into Castiels embrace who shifted a bit so that you could lay down completely while your head was on his chest. Gabe just shrugged and laid down next to you putting his arm around you and laid one of his wings over you take make sure you would stay warm and comfy. While Balthazar grabbed your other hand and set down in a way that he could stroke your cheek from time to time. “Sleep (y/n), I promise we keep you safe, you won’t be alone. We will meet you in your dreams. Relax and let me guide you “Castiel whispered Gabe added “Smile little one, we will have lots of fun.” He was also speaking in calming voice lulling you in further and then Lucifer began to sing a calming song, you did not understand a word, but it sounded beautiful and old. Cas looked surprised at Lucifer that was the same song Gabe had sang to him as he was just a fledgling. Gabe spoke softly too low for you to even notice “Cas where do you think I knew this song from. The first time you heard it by the way was not from me, it was when you were just a new born and you would not stop crying until Lucifer got you in his arms and started to sing this song. He had sang the same thing to me when I was young and since we both loved it I continued to sing it for you” With the end of his words Gabriel began to sing with Lucifer and soon the other two angels joined in. You fell asleep at their watch and had the most beautiful dreams. When you woke up again all four were smiling at you, they had kept their word and stayed. In their eyes was so much protectiveness and love that you forgot that what you were thinking “Guys…if…if you still want to I would love for you to be my guardian angels” you looked down shyly making all four laugh. “Then you just need to grant us the permission to do so” Gabe spoke warmly “Permission granted? “ he asked you with a loving smile looking deeply in your eyes making it impossible for you to look away, just if he had to see in your eyes that you answer was the truth and nothing but the truth “Permission granted” you nodded. Gabriel smiled and softly kissed your forehead. “Would the beautiful young lady also give me the same permission? “ Balthazar asked you, also looking directly in your eyes. “Yes” you spoke softly, and he kissed you hand. “(y/n) would you be so kind to also allow me access and to become your guardian?” Castiel questioned you in warm tone , his eyes to were looking directly at your soul. “Of course Castiel” you smiled. “Now then princess “Lucifer spoke and to your surprise he seemed a bit nervous “would you grant me the same permission?” “Yes, definitely, permission granted” you spoke softly while smiling at him. His blue eyes got a kind look and he smiled back at you “then so it will be” he spoke while kissing your forehead “Sleep little one, sleep and do not worry about a thing” he gently touched your forehead with two of his fingers and before you could even quite understand your eyes closed and you fell in a deep sleep. As you woke up again you were alone in the room but strangely you did not feel alone. You felt like the four angels were still with you in a way. Before you could really understand the situation there was a knock on the door and Gabriel came in shortly after “Good morning cupcake. You should stand up or you’ll be late to school and I really do not want to answer your brothers’ questions why you missed two days of school in a row. “ “Two days?” you asked confused. “Yes Lucifer made you sleep through one since we realized you had not slept enough in a long time. Come stand up there is breakfast.” You really did not want to go to school because of the bullying and thought about simply staying in bed but Gabriel picked you up and throwed you over his shoulder “Nope~ You are not going to stay in bed. You always wanted to go to school and learn you will not stop it because of some brats” “Gabe “you squeaked but it was no use. You both went into the kitchen and he put you down on a chair.

There was already breakfast waiting for you. Balthazar put it down in front of you “Eat up Sweetheart. You must be hungry.” Castiel was standing at the kitchen counter and was packing your schoolbag. You could not help but smile as you saw him packing a cupcake as an extra to your normal lunch. “They teach you about religion at school?” he asked a bit confused about your books . “Yes, well they try but honestly they are messing up, but they are not to blame, they simply do not know better.” “Let me guess” Lucifer shipped in “I am the all bad monster responsible for everything?” “Sorry Lucifer, yes they blame you a lot” you sweet dropped.

You sighed “guys do I reeeeally of to go to school?” you whined. “Yes.” Came from all four. You looked down. You did not want to go back there. Honestly you were scared. Suddenly there were two strong arms around you. Gabriel was hugging you and you had to be honest that calmed you more than you would admit. “Princess, we will not let anyone, and I mean anyone hurt you, okay?” Lucifer comforted you. “You are not alone anymore (y/n)” Castiel noted “and you will never again be “ Balthazar assured. You could not help it tears were flowing down your cheeks making Gabriel hug you more. “Thank-you guys, Thank-you so much” you sobbed “Hey, it’s okay. Everything is perfectly alright” Gabe whispered in your ear lightly rocking you back and forth.

After a while you calmed down a bit and started to eat your breakfast, which was delicious.

After that you got ready for school and to your great surprise Lucifer decided to bring you. He took you just a street away from school since just zapping in front of the school would get you unwanted attention. You just were about to go after thanking him ,when he pulled you in a hug and kissed your hair. Then he kneeled down a bit so that you were at eye Level “Do not be scared little one. I promise we watch over you.”

Junkrat, mercy, and reapers reaction to you being a cryomancer

JUNKRAT💣: Despite being opposites, he would think it's cool. Not only cool but useful. Useful because he thinks it can benefit him in haists and stealing things, like breaking a lock to back it or freeze a door shut so no one can get in. Rather you actually help him or not is on you.

Murcy🕊: She would be very interested and would like to study it. Most of the testing would be in the training room so she could observe you using them. She would also ask questions like "did you get your powers from your parents" or "When did you start using them" and if you didn't get them from your parents she would ask how you got them. Overall she thinks it's very interesting.

Reaper💀: It would make reaper raise a brow in some interest but wouldn't say anything. Eventually one day when you guys where talking he would bring it up. He would tell you to be careful with them. Not only that, you guys would talk about how it would be useful on the battleground.

Gabriel/ satan headcannons? And maybe some general ones for their universe too, like about the transformation and what gets left behind etc?

A/n: Thanks for the request Anon, I absolutely love characterization and world building so this was a fun request, sorry if I ended up rambling at the end I got carried away

Gabriel is a tall lanky man, I imagine he’s more top heavy with a slender lanky waist 

His skin is a sickly pale with light pink tint to it, his knuckles are pretty bony, and his hands always seem to be cold to the touch 

He’s scarily tall, like 6’5 and he kind of has this looming presence he won’t speak much just stands, so the fact he’s tall makes him somewhat intimidating 

His hair is a silky blonde, with some curls here and there. And his eyes are an icy blue with a harsh teal tint to them

When he’s angered or upset his human features will melt into that creepy shaken smile and his pale complexion will grow into a dark gray 

He seems at first like a charming, well mannered, gentlemen at first but he puts this facade to deceive humans, it's more of a mind game for him to play around with them like that, he finds it entertaining 

Hes capable of changing his human appearance but settled on what he did because he thought it looked the best and honestly fed his ego by how many humans fawned over his looks

He finds humans entertaining though he doesn't find himself going out much, but occasionally goes out just to attract attention to himself 

He loves getting attention, but not actually interacting with the people, he just loves getting praised 

He’s a wolf in sheep's clothing, what can I say

He doesn't wear his tunic during the rare occasions he does go out, he prefers more formal attire, like button ups, slacks, and so on

He can fold his wings into his body to hide them from people, it’s almost like a magic trick, once their there then he folds them and there gone

He’s interested in human culture to an extent, it's more of something he finds amusing to him than anything else, he finds renaissances paintings and sculptures the most interesting to look at 

He is very charmed by people in general, he considers himself the true god of this world, their savior, so seeing something like humans trying to make something of this blank piece of dirt that they clung to humored him, especially when he could destroy everything in a matter of seconds

He's a sadist to say the least

Gabriel dose have the power to heal but uses it very rarely 

For the alternates I mostly consider them doppelgangers, copies of the original person. So they are separate entities 

But they believe themselves to be the original version of whatever person they are impersonating 

Except in a few rare cases there are alternates who are more self aware and have a better grasp on what they are, and have a few memorize from the original person they are impersonating, but these memorize are haisy 

The memorization can be a variety of different things, people, moments, places, etc..

It depends entirely on what grasp the alternate has on it’s identity 

Depending on how much of the alternate has been consumed by the transformation contradicts on whether they are able to completely disguise themselves like a person, like Gabriel's ability but not as powerful

Like a part of the alternate can still be identified depending their disguise

Certain things can show, I feel like it could change certain features of the person can be covered or morphed 

The alternates are Gabriel’s creations, but they were made with the soul intent to cause destruction, he wants to become the God of this world yet he’s sure of his intentions to cause chaos are justified in being that he’s this world's savior