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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.”

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.