The Archangel Gabriel

It must’ve happened some time during the night. Gabriel was so relaxed and at peace that he simply… fell asleep. Angels sleeping in and of itself is a rare enough occurrence, usually taking place only when the angel was injured and in need of rest to recover or when an angel is at peace. For an archangel to fall asleep, it’s an event that’s only occurred three times before, one of which was after Michael’s battle with Lucifer. For an archangel to sleep when they’re at peace has never happened, which spoke volumes about the depth of Gabriel’s trust in Babylon, since he was currently snoring on the couch, his wings still embracing hers.

                                  [  ☀  ]         Her eyes found him in the dark and she chuckled, a grin tugging at her lips as she saw him sound asleep. Whether she was aware of how much that spoke of how much he trusted her, it wasn’t clear. What was clear was the deep blush as she realized their wings were tangled together. She didn’t even remember letting them out, but she was happy she had. Especially with the way they looked against Gabriel’s. His wings were beautiful, the feathers softer than anything she’d ever known. She touched one, just lightly, before her hand rested on his chest. She looked at Gabriel for a while, making sure he was really asleep, before words tumbled out of her mouth. “I love you, Gabriel,” she whispered, her voice almost too silent to be heard. Baby then rest back against him and closed her eyes, tightening her wings around them and nuzzling closer with a small smile on her lips.

It was the touch to his wing that did it. As gentle as her touch was, his wings were hypertuned to any source of contact, instinct from having been hidden away for so long. He stirred very slightly, and that’s when he heard the words. Three simple words. He was very careful not to move or give away any sign that he’d heard what she’d said. Instead, one word echoed around in his head. Mine.

                                [  ☀  ]         She’d taken some time away from the boys, and Gabriel had been more than happy to offer his company. So there they say, curled up on a couch, watching some dumb movie. Her belly was full, and she was warm, and Gabriel’s lap had to be the most comfortable thing in the world. She didn’t remember when she dozed off, just that she was practically asleep by the time Gabriel tucked hair out of her face and spoke to her. She rolled over, nuzzling closer to him and breathing in his sweet scent, just happy to be close to someone she cared so much about.

Gabriel smiled and very carefully adjusted so Baby could be more comfortable, his arms coming to rest around her. He toyed briefly with an idea, then, certain she was asleep, slowly unfurled his magnificent golden brown wings and wrapped them snugly around her. He closed his eyes and evened out his breathing, doing his best to be a good pillow.

                               [  ☀  ]         Baby was, in fact, asleep by this point, but that didn’t stop her body from reacting the way she did – especially since she was so fond of him. Giving only a soft shudder and a quiet sigh at the touch of his wings, her own unfurled from her back and wrapped, in turn, around him. She made no other movement, no other sounds. Like the wings were moving on their own. Like it was simply right to have their feathers tangled up with one another’s. She did snuggle closer though holding a bit tighter to him, and let out a deep breath. Comfort, absolute comfort.

Gabriel’s eyes snapped open in surprise and turned to look at his… hers… their wings and let out a sigh. It had been eons since anybody had last come into contact with his wings, but this felt good, right even. So he gave in to the temptation and surrounded her wings with his, once more gently kissing the top of her head before closing his eyes again and just letting what was be itself.

                              [  ☀  ]         She slept peacefully for the first time in a while. Life with the Winchesters was stress, and worry, and a good night’s sleep was hard to come by. But Gabriel? Gabriel was safety, and softness, and oddly enough, home. She was safe here. This holy entity would protect her, this much she knew in her heart. And so she let her guard down. She let everything go. She let Gabriel and Gabriel alone see who she really was. And it was relaxing as hell. A few hours later, she woke with a small start, pulling her head back slightly and yawning. “Sorry… Must’a dozed off there…” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

It must’ve happened some time during the night. Gabriel was so relaxed and at peace that he simply... fell asleep. Angels sleeping in and of itself is a rare enough occurrence, usually taking place only when the angel was injured and in need of rest to recover or when an angel is at peace. For an archangel to fall asleep, it’s an event that’s only occurred three times before, one of which was after Michael’s battle with Lucifer. For an archangel to sleep when they’re at peace has never happened, which spoke volumes about the depth of Gabriel’s trust in Babylon, since he was currently snoring on the couch, his wings still embracing hers.

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                                [  ☀  ]         She’d taken some time away from the boys, and Gabriel had been more than happy to offer his company. So there they say, curled up on a couch, watching some dumb movie. Her belly was full, and she was warm, and Gabriel’s lap had to be the most comfortable thing in the world. She didn’t remember when she dozed off, just that she was practically asleep by the time Gabriel tucked hair out of her face and spoke to her. She rolled over, nuzzling closer to him and breathing in his sweet scent, just happy to be close to someone she cared so much about.

Gabriel smiled and very carefully adjusted so Baby could be more comfortable, his arms coming to rest around her. He toyed briefly with an idea, then, certain she was asleep, slowly unfurled his magnificent golden brown wings and wrapped them snugly around her. He closed his eyes and evened out his breathing, doing his best to be a good pillow.

                               [  ☀  ]         Baby was, in fact, asleep by this point, but that didn’t stop her body from reacting the way she did – especially since she was so fond of him. Giving only a soft shudder and a quiet sigh at the touch of his wings, her own unfurled from her back and wrapped, in turn, around him. She made no other movement, no other sounds. Like the wings were moving on their own. Like it was simply right to have their feathers tangled up with one another’s. She did snuggle closer though holding a bit tighter to him, and let out a deep breath. Comfort, absolute comfort.

Gabriel’s eyes snapped open in surprise and turned to look at his... hers... their wings and let out a sigh. It had been eons since anybody had last come into contact with his wings, but this felt good, right even. So he gave in to the temptation and surrounded her wings with his, once more gently kissing the top of her head before closing his eyes again and just letting what was be itself.

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                                [  ☀  ]         She’d taken some time away from the boys, and Gabriel had been more than happy to offer his company. So there they say, curled up on a couch, watching some dumb movie. Her belly was full, and she was warm, and Gabriel’s lap had to be the most comfortable thing in the world. She didn’t remember when she dozed off, just that she was practically asleep by the time Gabriel tucked hair out of her face and spoke to her. She rolled over, nuzzling closer to him and breathing in his sweet scent, just happy to be close to someone she care so much about.

Gabriel smiled and very carefully adjusted so Baby could be more comfortable, his arms coming to rest around her. He toyed briefly with an idea, then, certain she was asleep, slowly unfurled his magnificent golden brown wings and wrapped them snugly around her. He closed his eyes and evened out his breathing, doing his best to be a good pillow.

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