Gabriel X You - Tumblr Posts

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.