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The bag was snatched off your head, still disoriented from being snatched from your home and dragged down into the depths of hell. It smelled of death, reeked of sorrow, and the despair of the souls stuck here. It was truly the pit of anguish everyone had described it as. Maybe even worse. The ground beneath you dug into your skin as you were forced to kneel before the prince. Asmodeus was instantly taken with you and instantly made deals with the demons responsible for your capture. It was a day that you could never forget. Every day felt the same, torture with a side of pain and suffering. He would always find some new ways to extract your essence, but not without making it hurt.

His eyes, his voice still echoed in your mind. You weren’t sure if it was just the fear crawling back into your mind if you were hearing things. One thing you did know is that you wanted to never go back again. You had hardly any motivation to get of the bed so far, yesterday was a good day, but today was different and your mind wasn’t allowing the smallest bit of joy. Deep down it was maybe because you had blamed yourself for what had happened, but there was another part of you that knows it wasn’t. That did not stop the thoughts though.

Sam had been doing some early morning research when he walked past your room. The door wasn’t fully opened, but cracked enough for him to peek through and check in. He felt a little troubled by the state that you seemed to be in. He knew that every day wouldn’t be a good day after what happened. He himself had been through tons of hours of torture, his brother experiencing the same. So the younger brother took it upon himself to help cheer you up. His brother was on a hunt with Castiel, so he had a little downtime. Sam pushes the door open and gives a little knock on the door, signaling to you that he was there.

You perk up at the sound of the voice and watch the door open slowly, and Sam steps through the doorway. “Sam?”

“Yeah, hey.” He responds giving a half-smile, “I just wanted to check on you.”

You shrug off the blanket as you sit up. “Fine just a little inside my head at the moment.” The response makes him frown and you felt bad. Was it self-pity or was it real?

“I understand. My brother and I spend a little too much time inside our heads. When’s the next danger gonna pop up? What do I need to do keep my family safe? What if and what if.” Sam hoped that you could see he had his own demons and that he understands just exactly what it was you were experiencing, or at least somewhat.

“Really?”

“It’s the life of hunters, but if not we wouldn’t have met our friends. Or even the angels, despite butting heads a coupe times.” He walks over to the bed and takes a seat net to you.

You look up at him. Sam was a lot taller than his brother and it made you feel kind of small. “Do you ever blame yourself for these things? The failures?”

He nodded, “I did. Every time we would show up to a hunt to late or someone wouldn’t believe us when we tried to help. My brother and I realized we can only do so much to help and the ones we do save are what matters.” As he speaks the words begin to sink in and it does not seem as hopeless anymore. From here on out there was no one to blame except the monster who inflicted this pain upon you. It was his fault. You began to understand that now.

“Thank you, Sam. Spending last two days blaming myself for my… mistakes. My lack of ability to use my magic. Taking this time to recover has been difficult.” You brush your hair back from your face and Sam smiles, much wider than before, it kind of made him look a little dopey but it was nice.

“I am glad.” He stands up off the bed and takes a look back over at you, “Uhmm. Gabriel and I are going to grab groceries later if you wanted to come?” Sam offered. You perked up at the mention of the archangels name. Which he did indeed notice, watching you stand up off the bed and approach him.

“I thought he would be mad at me after yesterday.” When you spoke it was nice to hear a little less sadness in your tone. Today your voice was a little less raspy and softer.

“Why?” Sam asks, brow raising in suspicion of your tone.

“‘Cause I kicked both his and Castiel’s butt in Sorry last night. I didn’t take him for a sore loser.” The response makes Sam laugh and shrug his shoulders.

“Now I am not sure, but he is a former trickster. I would expect a prank or two.” He holds up two fingers to emphasize his point and another voice intrudes into the conversation deciding to offer up their opinion.

“Sam, that is so mean. You think I would pull a prank when I know someone won fair in square?” Gabriel was leaned back against the wall, leg crossed over the other, and arms folded across his chest. He tilted his head, gaze focused on Sam, before turning to look at you, “Especially on a lady? Do you think I have no class?”

You smile at Gabriel who doesn’t take his eyes off you not even for a second when Sam speaks up, “Class? Crowley has more class than you do and he’s a demon. You, just have a specific playbook I’m familiar with.”

Gabriel chuckles finding the argument a little bit amusing and maybe he was right. Who’s to say really? “Well I am just heartbroken, Sam. Here I thought you were going to be my favorite.”

“Well, too bad.” Sam replied before exiting the room, no doubt to get ready for the errand you were about to run. However, the angel had yet to take his leave, he stayed.

“How have you been sleeping?” Gabriel asks jumping straight into the deep end.

You stop making the bed and turn to face him, “I got my first full night last night, but it is still hard to keep the bad thoughts out even with the wardings.” There was no reason to lie. Not with him. Gabriel had this way of pulling information from anyone. Perhaps that is the reason as to why he was the messenger or God. It made sense for him to be so trustworthy, almost like you wanted to unload everything, but that wouldn’t be fair to him.

“Hmm,” He hums pushing himself off the wall, he walks up beside you. When you turn to him he’s staring, with an intensity that was a bit unusual. “Nightmares?”

You huff and turn back to the task at hand, straightening the corners. “Not exactly. It was more like thoughts.. the first day I met Asmodeus.” The demons name tasted bitter almost like poison on your tongue. Gabriel’s brows softens as he watches you, when you finish, gaze locked on him. “Like it was yesterday.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I..” Your eyes give him the answer he needs, but not the one you want. “I do.” Gabriel takes a seat on the bed and watches as you walk towards the door, shutting it with a soft click. “Have you ever done something good despite how horrible it was for you, the thought was for the benefit of others?” You ask, voice almost a hushed whisper.

He looks to you, but he knows or at least Gabriel think he does. “As an angel, it’s most of our job, sweetheart. Hard decisions.” His mind flashes back to that night with him and Lucifer. Him and Loki.

“Then you must know that when I tell you this, I did it for them. For everyone.” Gabriel looks at you, awaiting anything but in this moment he felt special. Honored even that you would tell him what happened. “I lost everything.”

It was a usual picnic with my family, same one we took every year at the peak of the full moon. It was the one night a year we got to fully feel the power of our magic and the one night where many families would gather. There was an incident, a barrier was broken. The demons could sense our essence, it is the lifeblood of unicorn magic. The demons brought more and attacked my family, captured all of us.

Asmodeus, when the demons brought me to him, I wasn’t alone. My parents were there. I tried everything I could to break away, to get free to help them, do something to help. The enchantments on the chains I was cuffed in locked in my magic. The prince looked at me, “Your magic abilities for their lives. Which one will you choose?” He had this knife. I had never seen anything like it before, and I looked to my father and mother. They both shook their heads—No.

So that’s how I answered, “No, you will have to kill me.”

He laughed at me. It was dark and unholy. “Very well. Won’t have to kill you though, now will I?”

“What?” I didn’t know what he had meant back then. I wish I had. Asmodeus doesn’t take no for an answer. He stabbed my father in the heart, making me watch as my father died. Taking another soul as demons do. I screamed. I cried, and it was useless, because then he asked me the same question again.

“Now, I’ll ask again, darlin’. This will be the last time. Your magic for her life.” He pressed the knife to her chest, and despite my mother pleading with me to say no again, I said yes. Despite this, he took her life as well. I watched them die; nothing I could do or say mattered to him. All he wanted was my magic, my pain, and for me to suffer while he drained me for all I could give. I blamed myself every day, every night, and day. If only I could have done something.

Gabriel listens to your story, but it was just so horrible hearing it come from you. There were tears in your eyes from going through the memory, but you needed to get it out. Sooner rather than later. You turn to him, wiping the tears away that did fall, “I didn’t think he’d kill them, Gabriel. I did what I think was right, and I lost them both.”

The archangel gives a half-smile, and you hear the flap of wings before it curls around you and pulls you close. His arm wraps around your shoulders as you turn to bury your face in his chest, still crying softly. He tries to make light of the situation: “You did the right thing. No matter what your mind tells you. No matter what happened or what that monster told you. Demons lie, they cheat, and they steal.” His tone was firmer than the last time he spoke.

“But..” You whimper, his hand gently cups your chin and lifts it so your eye to eye with him.

“But nothing, sweetheart. You did the right thing, and I really appreciate you sharing this with me. I promise not to tell anyone.” Gabriel assures you, and with a nod, you rest your head on his shoulder. “We also have to stop meeting with you crying on me, angel.” All you can manage is a half-hearted laugh.

Gabriel was amazing. Perhaps he was starting to become your best friend within your short three days in the bunker. Your new home. When he felt that you had gotten a good cry and were ready enough, he unfurled himself from your side and stood off the bed. “Promise me no more crying, unless it is out of joy. Okay, sweets?”

You wipe one last tear and smile at the archangel, “I promise, Gabriel. Cross my heart.”

He grins, “Atta girl. Now get ready, or Sammy is going to leave us here.” He exits the room, and after everything, you feel this weight just fall from your shoulders. Maybe talking about the things that happened was good for you, a way to destress. For now, that was all you needed out of your system.

After changing into a set of clothes that had been left for you by Castiel, on your first night, you went to brush your hair and decided to tie it up in a messy sort of bun. Of course, it was going to be hard going out into the world again, but at least you were doing it with friends. Admiring the way clean clothes had felt after wearing practically dirty rags for so long felt nice. You felt yourself again. Things were coming back slowly but surely.

You look at the birthmark on your forehead and reach up to cover it with your bangs before heading out. Natural glamour would hide the rest for you; thankfully, most humans weren’t in tune with the realm of magic, so it made it easy. They couldn’t see what you did not want them to see.

When you walked into the bunker’s main room, Gabriel and Sam were all ready, just talking amongst themselves. You walked up to them and smiled, “I’m all ready!”

Both turn to face you. Sam gives a small smile, glad to see that you had perked up a little bit since the talk. The offer to go outside was really something you didn’t even know you needed.

Gabriel, on the other hand, is like a damn girl with a crush. The outfit you chose, while appearing comfortable, is also very casual and effortlessly cute on you. The way the light hits you just sort of brings this glow to your skin. He felt a little wrong for feeling this way. After all, his father hadn’t made romance for his children as much as he made it for humans. A part of him wonders if maybe things could change. After all, God had finally revealed himself to the Winchesters. So just maybe. Maybe he could finally find a happy ending to his own story.

“Cool, I’ll drive.” Sam holds up the keys and turns to walk out towards the exit up the stairs. You follow suit in walking up the steps with Gabriel trailing behind. He was fighting himself between telling you something nice and keeping his mouth shut. It was a struggle since he knew that Sam and Dean both knew about his romantic flings he has in his absence, but he didn’t want to treat you that way. This wasn’t some one-time fling in Paris or Monte Carlo. This was real, the beginning of something amazing, at least he thought so. Gabriel was embarrassed and so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice that they left the bunker and were already at the car.

You began to reach for the door when a hand stops yours. “Ah, ah. Ladies don’t open their own doors.” When you look to find Gabriel giving you a grin, a small laugh tumbles out of you. He opens the door and prays that didn’t look as bad as it sounded. Was he being too weird? Or just the right amount?

When you were safely situated in the backseat, he climbed in the front with a huff that made Sam turn his way and give him a look. His brow was raised in concern. “You okay, dude?”

Gabriel looks to his friend and gives a curt nod, “Yep. Yeah, just drive.” Sam did not want to push it and pulled out of the garage. Reaching to turn up the music as they drove to the store.

You reach over to roll down the window, allowing the breeze to kiss your face, bringing nothing but laughter and joy from you. Gabriel glances back through the mirror, before returning his gaze forward. Okay, Sam knew something was up, but it was hard to be sure. So he decided to try something. “Hey, uh, (Y/N)?”

You perk up at the sound of Sam’s voice listening as he turns down the radio. “Yeah?”

“I am thinking we split up the errands. I can go get the stuff we need for tomorrow’s hunt, then you and Gabe can get groceries together. How’s that sound?” Sam asks, shooting Gabriel a knowing look.

If looks could kill, oh the Winchester boy would be dead for sure. Gabriel knew it. Sam was bound to pick up on his skittish nature at some point. He opens his mouth to object, but you beat him to it, “That sounds great. Right, Gabe?” You look at him, waiting for a response.

Gabriel tried his best to hide his embarrassment, turning back to look at you. “Yeah, it’s gonna be tons of fun.” He turned back, and Sam tapped the wheel, feeling rather proud of himself. Oh, he was getting his reward later.

The car screeches to a halt outside the grocery store. You quickly climb out from the back as you stare up at the large sign. Gabriel looks back at Sam. “I will get you for this, Sam. Don’t think I am not watching you, Winchester.” He jabs a finger into his shoulder for emphasis, and Sam reaches over to pat him on the shoulder.

“Gabriel. Gabriel. I know all your little tricks so good luck.” He puts the car in park and shrugs, “Hey, you got this.”

“I hate you so much right now. Yet, oddly proud.” He quints his eyes at him and Sam grins.

“I know. Now go get her tiger.” Gabriel rolls his eyes at the comment and climbs out if the vehicle to join you. Once out of the car Sam speeds off and you come up to him.

“Are you okay? You looked angry at Sam.” You note. Ah, how observant of you. Oh yeah. Gabriel is thinking a wormhole for a day would do the trick. Plotting his revenge comes to a quick end when he feels your hand curl around his own.

“I-I wasn’t angry. He just told me a bad joke, sweetheart. That’s all I promise.” Gabriel attempts to reassure you with his words, and it seems to do the trick for now, because you nod and turn away, dragging the angel along with you.

Meanwhile, inside his head, he is freaking out because you are holding his hand. This should be of no concern because he was literally holding you in his arms earlier while you sobbed. So why did this feel so different than this? It made him warm, almost embarrassed, but he felt so alive. He could not help but wonder if this was what humans felt. It wasn’t like in heaven when an angel was paired with another they mate for life. Here on Earth, it was supposed to be the same, but human emotions could bring out the worst in people. This wasn’t like that. If he were to fall in love, he would be all in.

So for now, he would handle the little teasing of Sam with bravado and figure out just exactly where his feelings lay with you. He was leaned over the cart’s handle, forearms stretched out as he pushed the buggy behind you. “Okay,” you start pulling out a folded paper, “Sam gave me the list, so we just go in order.”

“Where to first?” Gabriel questions, and you turn to him smiling, brushing some hair behind your ear. He really hoped that his cheeks weren’t red right now. The way each stray hair, the ones that escaped the grasp of your bun, cascades down your cheeks and frames your face. The soft glow of your skin, of what he could see, the sweater covered most of your skin. He swallows, just hoping you can’t feel his nerves.

“Well, the list is sectioned out, but I say we start with fruit.” You declare, pointing to the section on the paper listed as produce. “I hope they have strawberries; they are my favorite.” With the idea of where to start in mind, the two of you are off towards the designated section.

Gabriel was a little at ease when really getting to see you come out of your shell and blossom. The way you would light up upon spotting certain pieces of fruit, or when you would count each one. The scrunch of your nose when crossing it off the list. Each number, item, and weight accounted for. When it came to the last item on the list, Gabriel had noticed that there was more on the list than accounted for. By the time that you had come to the same conclusion, an elderly woman approached with her cart. She must have not seen you, because she accidentally bumped you with the cart. You stopped, giving an apology to the woman thinking you had been in the way. She turns her gaze upwards and replies back, “No, excuse me dearie. I just was going to grab some apples.”

“Oh, well, you can have the last four. There’s plenty of other fruit.” You decide. Giving the nice lady a polite smile. The woman looks at the fruit, and Gabriel watches as her gaze falls on him. He, in turn, gives a small wave and a nod, then she turns back to you.

“Oh no—No.” She gives a slow shake of her head. “You and that handsome boyfriend of yours should take them.” You freeze, cheeks warming up as you spare a glance at Gabriel, who was just as shocked by the accusation and surely even more red than you. If that could have been possible, but he wanted to run away or hide. These feelings were all so new to him as an angel, and it was hard to express it, especially when he had known you for all of three days.

“Oh he’s not—“ You try to deny the accusation made by this stranger, but it was rather difficult when there was someone else in the room.

The lady grins, “Nonsense.” She laughs, reaching over to pat you on the arm and lowering her voice to a whisper, “Look at the way he’s looking at you, honey. His eyes. The windows to the soul.” This time you look at Gabriel again, focusing on his eyes. When your eyes locked, it was almost instantly his pupils dilated, irises practically lighting up. You smiled and looked away back to the woman who smiles knowingly. She knew, and now you did.

“Well, in that case, take the apples as a thank you for the advice.” You reach over for a bag and place the fruit inside before tying it off and placing it in her cart. She gives one last smile and rolls her cart away. Grabbing some other fruit to substitute the apples, you cannot help the smile or giddiness. You walk back to the cart, and Gabriel eyes you up and down.

“What did she tell you?” Gabriel finds himself asking because from the way you looked at him just moments ago it seemed she had something important and it was starting to bug him.

“Nothing.” You reply simply. What did she say? Did she say something about him? Did she know who he was? He spent the whole shopping trip on edge, and you. You would not stop looking at him; sometimes he thought you would brush your hand against his on purpose to get a reaction. Heavens, he even thought that you caught him staring.

Oh, the Winchester was in for one alright.

As you exit the store, Gabriel seems just as shocked as you when the Impala isn’t parked right outside. “Sam said he would be right here in a few. You texted him, right?”

Gabriel looked at you and nodded. “Yeah, I sent him the message when you were checking out.” That’s when the angel felt it—eyes on them, watching. He turned to you. He reacted quickly upon seeing the demon behind you, grabbing your arm and dragging you behind him. He kicked the cart towards the being, causing it to stumble and fall back. A soft gasp escaped you, “Gabe, what’s-“

“Demons.” The angel replies quickly. You watch as a silver blade slips down into his hand, brandishing said weapon towards the demon working its way back up off the ground. Groceries long forgotten, you watch the eyes as they flash black and you feel everything in you freeze, blood running cold.

“Either you leave or I vaporize you here and now.” There was this glow that emitted from him, then they appeared, wings— six of them. Previously you had only seen two.

The demon claps his hands chuckling as he did so, “Ah at last. Gabriel the Archangel makes a comeback.” His eyes narrow at the demon and it was then Gabriel recognized the demon, when his eyes had this reddish spark to them.

“Xander.” He sneered.

“Surprise.” Xander did a little gesture of ‘jazz hands’ and took a step, making Gabriel step back with you. That’s when you heard it, the screech of tires and the loud purr of the engine. Sam rolled up in the Impala next to them, leaning over the front to pop open the door.

Gabriel looks back at you, “Get in.” He tells you, and by the tone, he wasn’t asking but simply telling. Without a second thought, you climb into the front seat. When you move, so does Xander. Gabriel blocks his blow with his wing and kicks him back. “Sam, go!” As the car speeds up, you watch through the window as Gabriel and the demon fight. You just prayed that the archangel would fare well in this fight. Sam looks over at you several times in between checking all the mirrors.

“You okay?” Sam asks you clearly worried.

You look over at him and nod. “Yeah, I-I’m okay.” Mind still falling back to Gabriel.

Xander chuckles, wiping blood from his lip as he stumbles back. “Hah, wow. I almost felt that one.” The demon scoffs as he straightens up. Thankfully, Gabriel had enough sense to tackle him into the alleyway behind the store, preventing any harm to humans. But that was the last thing on his mind. Xander circles him, keeping his eyes on the angel as he had moved.

Gabriel, who had done the same, hesitated before rushing him. Despite the minor annoyances, he knew this demon and his capabilities. “You know… I heard about Asmodeus’ new pet, but seeing is believing. I am so shocked. An angel and a unicorn—now that’s intriguing.” He gives a smirk. Gabriel’s grip on his blade tightened, knuckles turning white, and his eyes narrowed.

Gabriel swallows his anger, “Don’t talk about her.”

“Or what?” Xander exclaims, taking a step forward. Gabriel steps back but lunges at the demon, who vanishes in an instant. He falls to the ground with a grunt, the echo of Xander’s laughter reverberating around him. Suddenly, a warm sensation pools at his side. Looking down, he realizes he’s fallen on broken glass. He winces in pain as he lifts his shirt to inspect the wound. It’s too deep; he’ll need help. With what little strength he has left, drained from the fight, he closes his eyes and focuses on the opposite of pain. Teleporting to the bunker, he finds himself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of his sanctuary.

Sam and you were worried about Gabriel, but he could handle himself. At least that’s what Sam had promised, trying to make sure you weren’t worried about him. That’s when you heard the flap of wings. When turning around to see Gabriel, your heart leaped with joy finding that he came back safe.

Until he stumbled and your eyes trailed down to the blood that seeped through his shirt and onto his hand. “Gabriel!” You ran over to him, closing the distance quickly, just as he fell into your arms. Dropping to your knees as you cradle the angel to your chest. “Sam!” You shout worry laced in your voice.

Gabriel winces as he adjusts to the position of being in your arms. “I-I… I’m sorry.” He whispered, and you shake your head, placing a hand on his cheek.

“No, don’t be. You saved my life.” Gabriel sends you a grin, one of the ones that would make you swoon, but you were too worried. Where the heck was Sam? You called out to him again, “Sam!”

The hunter sprinted around the corner and landed beside you on the ground. “What happened?” Sam inquires, gently lifting the shirt to examine the wound. You give a shrug in response.

Gabriel breathes out sharply, “I fell on some glass, but that bastard and I tousled before he took off.” Sam looks at the glass sticking out through his side and you felt worry. Something inside you seemed to just spark, reaching over you place a hand near his side. Sam watches in shock as a sort of light flows from your palm. The angel was just as shocked as he watched. The glass seemed to just vanish and his wound began to heal, despite the minimal pain he felt, it still kind of hurt.

Cell by cell you healed the wound watching as your own magic began to flow through you once more. When the wound was healed and the light faded, Sam and Gabriel look to you in shock. “How’d you… I thought..” Sam asks unable to fully process.

You give a shake of your head, “I-I’m not sure. I just knew I couldn’t let him stay injured. His own power was fading.” Gabriel breathes out a laugh and Sam finds himself laughing out if shock.

“You did amazing, sweetheart. Thank you.” Gabriel sits up with the help of you and Sam. He looks to you and the feelings he was stuck with didn’t seem so much like a burden anymore. He would protect you no matter what, just like you had.

“Just glad you’re alive, Gabriel. I can’t have my favorite angel dying on me.” You tease and he smiles.

Wearing on of those smug little grins, “Favorite? Ooh wait until Castiel finds out.” Gabriel looks back to Sam, who is feeling a little proud of himself in the moment, but just happy you got some of yourself back. That’s when two other voices intrude.

“Sam? What’s going on?” Dean asks.

“It seems like something big happened while we were gone.” Castiel added glancing between the three figures, before putting things together himself.

Asmodeus it tapped his fingers on the arm-rest of the throne as he listened to the demon’s story. “And you’re sure of this?”

“Absolutely, my lord.” Xander bows, “Gabriel the Archangel has returned and is protecting the unicorn, along with the Winchesters. Not sure where they are hiding,” He straightens back up, “But I will find them. Find her.” Arthur stands off to the side and listens in. This was bad, but he didn’t know where you were, perhaps he could warn the brothers.

Asmodeus smirks, “Perfect. Thank you, Xander.”

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Finding you both intellectually and physically stimulating it had made him do a whole three-sixty. He couldn’t complain as you were the perfect balance to his evil side. He knew it. You knew it.

So as the day of his anniversary approaches he finds himself stuck. What to do? What kind of present fits his queen? The demon was absolutely driving himself, along with his subjects, up the walls about it. So much so he went to Castiel for help.

“Anything? Got any big ideas?”

Castiel tilts his head and looks off to the side “Perhaps get her something that only you could. I mean you are a king.” He notes, “The king of Hell, and well there are so many things you could give her.” The advice was useful but so vague it did little to help Crowley’s problem. Damn.

That’s when it hit him. Only something that he could give you. Perfect. “Thanks, feathers.”

Nothing was perfect, except when it was. Today was your anniversary and it just filled you with a pleasant buzz that was not going away. It was hard because that was how he made you feel. It was odd that a demon of all things had made you so happy. Not just that he was the king. The others seemed to like having you around, some claimed it made him less grouchy and others said he was even more particular but it was nice. So here you were in the kitchen baking away, because as much as Crowley loved a good deal, he loved sweets just as much.

You were fishing up the decorations on the cake when that familiar sensation danced across your skin, sending a pleasant chill down along your spine. You knew he was there, but he just loved sneaking up on you. “I know you can feel me, darling.” His voice brings a certain giddiness to you and turning on your heels to face him.

“Well, what do you expect when you attempt to sneak up on me all the time. A girl gets used to these things, my king.” You bow to him out of respect and more so as a joke. His hand finds its way beneath your chin, lifting and urging you back up to stand.

“You have no need to bow to me my queen.” His grip on your chin grows slightly firm, guiding you closer to him. When his lips brush yours it is passionate, soft, and euphoric. Crowley was a deeply respectful lover and an even better husband. When you pull back he chuckles, “Do I smell cake.”

“Yes.” You replied breathlessly, “I knew today was special, so I made you something sweet.” He chuckles in response and looks over at the cake, palm moving to cup your cheek. “Looks divine, darling. I have something for you as well.” Crowley pulls away, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small velvet jewelry box, too big to be a ring and too large for earrings. You take the box and open it revealing the jewelry sitting neatly in the plush fabric lining of the box.

“Oh, Crowley..” It nearly takes your breath away, because it is unlike anything you have ever seen. Glittering chain of demands, but in the center was red gem, encased in black metal and it glowed. “It’s beautiful. What is it?” Your eyes flit back up to his and he smiles.

“Why it’s a blood diamond. A real one, forged in hell.” He tells you, “And when you are close to me or if I go it stops glowing. It is a piece of me for you.” As he tells you this there is just nothing you can do or say to thank him enough. He reaches to remove the delicate necklace from its case. “Allow me.” You turn around and brush your hair aside to let him hook the chain around your neck. Fingers brushing across your skin, a pleasant tingle following in suit. You turn back around to face him with the biggest smile you could manage.

“It’s so amazing. I love it, love you.” Your hands cup his face in your palms, thumbs gently brushing over the stubble on his chin. Crowley smiles down at you, not a grin, or his usually cocky smirk. A genuine smile, the only time he would is with you and it was such a precious gesture that meant the world for you.

However, it wasn’t. Your mind was seemingly stuck on the sleep part which you’d been struggling with for about three hours now. Usually you couldn’t wait to sleep after a long day. As of late things had changed. Getting a new job, amongst other things had made for a really stressful last week.

So when you glance at the clock sitting in your night-stand and those bright red numbers stared back at you, it was frustrating.

10:30 P.M.

It was already late enough. A heavy sigh leaves you, “Ugh this is hopeless.” Dragging your palms down your face in the frustration of it all.

“You know, most people usually sleep at this hour.” The voice was all to familiar and if Gabriel was here then he must’ve sensed the frustration you had been experiencing with trying to sleep.

Sitting up you cannot help the smile that crawls onto your lips. “Gabriel, sorry.” The apology slips out despite knowing what he’ll say.

“Sorry?” He takes a seat at the edge of the bed, “You apologizing for not being able to sleep?”

You bring your knees up to your chest, “Yes. I know that you are busy.”

“True, sweets.” Gabriel nods, “But you are my responsibility. I come when you call and sometimes when you need me most, it’s how the whole guardian angel slash boyfriend thing works.” Of course you knew that, but it didn’t make you feel any better. Ever since he had killed that demon, he had been attached to your hip, but he also had other heavenly duties to handle.

“But-“ You start, only to have a a finger pressed to your lips, halting you from continuing on. When you looked up Gabriel was no longer at the edge of your bed, but in front of you. Angels were so fast it almost gave you whiplash the first time he’d teleported in front of you. Then again the whole personality of Gabriel was a lot to take in at first, but you wouldn’t change it for anything. He makes you laugh, he listens when you cry, or when things are rough. He’s yours.

“Ah, ah, ah, muffin. I don’t wanna hear it.” He chides not wanting to hear the argument, he wasn’t going to have you putting all the blame on yourself. “Got me, cutie?”

With a slow nod only then does he remove his finger from your lips. Gabriel presents that award-winning smile, “That’s my angel.” Standing up off the bed he stretches his arms above his head, the shadow of his wings cast over the room. He only brought them out to really comfort you in those really difficult times and genuinely it was so nice. Gabriel’s wings were this beautiful honey color, similar to the inner rings of his hazel eyes, and oddly enough they smelled like a warm summer’s day. Not to mention the softness, they were so amazingly soft. With a snap of his fingers the both of you were on the downstairs couch. Blanket draped across you, wings pulling you to curl into his side and you instinctively rest your head on his chest as his arm drapes across your shoulders. “Now, we are gonna sit here and watch your favorite movie and you are going to relax, and close your eyes.”

He waves a hand and the movie starts to plays on the t.v and you smile as the familiar intro begins. Gabriel eyes the title, “Labyrinth? I’ve never seen this one and I have been around forever.” You snicker in response. Surely he had, the amount times that Gabriel had mentioned how many eons he had been around for.