So I am officially opening up my requests for some characters! I am writing this list as some I know, but if you have a character you are interested in just feel free to ask.
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Castiel
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Crowley
Dean
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So I am officially opening up my requests for some characters! I am writing this list as some I know, but if you have a character you are interested in just feel free to ask.
Supernatural:
Castiel
Sam
Crowley
Dean
Gabriel

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I just want you to know this smut fic I am working on for
Gabriel x fem!reader x Loki is absolutely filthy. Also I kinda wrote Gabriel a little meaner than intended buttttt its hot guys.
Eternal | Part Three
Gabriel x (Unicorn)Fem! Reader
Story: Asmodeus was a monster, one with a secret collection. He had you. The last of your kind and everyday he would come to steal your essence to empower himself. Arthur has enough and steals you away to stay hidden with the Winchesters. Where you meet a certain archangel whom you become close with. Gabriel finds that he himself cannot stay away and promises to watch over you; thatâs when things take an interesting turn.
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WARNINGS: blood, mentions of death, demon vs angel, mentions of torture, manipulation, death, read at your own discretion.
The day you met Asmodeus was the worst possible day of your life. Everything had been perfect. Or so it had appeared. He had taken everything from you, not just the power that flowed through you but something much more precious.
I saw your post about wanting requests and I was curious if I could pop in and ask for literally anything with gabriel! đ maybe something silly like the reader is talking to sam or dean about their feelings for gabriel and he happens to overhear. a bit of a heâs right behind me isnât he moment đ§ââď¸ or if youâd prefer to write a similar scenario with dean or cas or if something else comes to mind! thank you <3
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summary ⥠you've been spending a lot of time with a certain archangel lately, and your brothers, especially dean, don't approve. OR gabriel overhears something he shouldn't.
word count ⥠1.4k
warnings ⥠fem winchester!reader mild language, use of "sweetheart", "m'lady", and "dollface" (dollface is used jokingly), mentions of lucifer (yuck)
notes ⥠this is set sometime between changing channels and hammer of the gods (we ignore the implications that this means gabriel would be âdyingâ soon in universe.. whoops!) AND SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO POST ANON!!
Absolutely loved this one!
can you do gabriel x insomniac reader and he uses his grace to help them sleep??? There's a huge lack in fluffy fics with grace being used for this and i think its a super cute concept
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Gabriel x insomniac reader
fluff!!
reader cannot sleep :(
(this is my first Gabriel x reader, but I re-watched an episode or two while writing this and read fics and such due to the fact I did NOT wanna mischaracterise him. I'm so sorry if I did though!)
( also I'm so excited! this is my first request, I havent stated this but feel free to request anything for supernatural characters, I do X reader and cannon x cannon)
posted June 21 2024
The motel was quiet. Sam and Dean had enough money to spare and you got your own room. Youâd been staring at the ceiling for hours, watching shadows crawl across the room while the digital clock mocked you from the nightstand.
2:13 AM.
2:47 AM.
3:26 AM.
Sleep wouldnât come, It never really did. Most nights you'd do extensive research on the case until sunrise, surviving on coffee and stubbornness. Sam worried. Dean pretended not to. And Gabriel was too busy bothering you three hunters to careâat least, thatâs what he wanted everyone to think.
So when you stood up and got out of your bed to reach for your bag that sat on the table near the door, the last thing.. Or the last angel you expected was Gabriel.Â
âYou know normal people sleep at this hour, right?âÂ
You quickly turn around to the Archangel.. He just smirked at you. You'd be lying if you said you didn't notice the growing tension between you two in cases where he was tricking you three and putting you three through shows or repeating the same day. He'd stare at you longer than Sam or Dean, he'd get up and in your personal space, he'd do things in his little tricks for you as a way to flirt.Â
So when you turned around, and saw him, your heart skipped a beat and started to race but your face stayed the same, tired but alert. You heard Gabriel chuckle and cross his arms over his chest.Â
âWhat do you want, and what are you laughing at?â
You snap, your day had been tiring, and after coming back to the motel and taking a warm shower you still couldn't seem to catch a break. You're irritated, but not at Gabriel, he's the last person you'd be mad at, you were irritated at the fact you couldn't sleep and he caught on.Â
âWow, I touched a nerve, huh? I just came by to check on my favorite little human and you just can't stand to see my charming face.â
You sigh and ease up a bit.
You sigh and ease up a bit.
âSee? There you gooo!âÂ
he teased, pointing at you dramatically.
 âThatâs the look I like. Much less murder-y.â
You rolled your eyes and reached for your bag.
âIâm working.â
âAt three in the morning?â
âTechnically itâs almost four.â
Gabriel stared at you. You stared back.
ââŚThatâs not the defense you think it is, sweetheart.â
You huffed and pulled out a notebook. The case was spread across its pages. Witness statements, newspaper clippings, notes scribbled in different colored pens. You sat down at the little motel table. Gabrielâs expression shifted.
âYouâre seriously researching?â
âWhat else would I be doing?â
âSleeping.â
You laughed. A short, humorless sound. Gabrielâs smile faded. The room fell quiet. You looked down at your notes, avoiding his eyes.
âI canât.â
The words slipped out before you could stop them. Gabriel didnât answer immediately. For once, there wasnât a joke. No smart comments. No sarcastic comeback. Just silence. When you finally looked up, he was watching you carefully.
âHow long?â
You frowned.
âWhat?â
âHow long since youâve actually slept.â
You opened your mouth, closed it, then Opened it again.
ââŚI donât know.â
Gabrielâs jaw tightened. That surprised you. Youâd expected amusement. Maybe annoyance. Not concern.
âItâs not a big deal, I'm fine.â
Gabriel snorted.
âSure.â
âI am.â
âYou look like youâve been hit by a truck.â
âThanks.â
âYouâre welcome.â
You couldnât help it. A tiny smile tugged at your lips. Gabriel immediately pointed at you.
âThere it is again.â
âOh my God.â
You groaned and buried your face in your hands. A laugh escaped him. Not his usual loud, attention-seeking laugh. A real one. Warm and quiet. The sound made your heart do something embarrassing. When you looked up again, he was standing closer. You hadnât even seen him move. Typical angel.
âGabriel.â
âHm?â
âWhat are you doing?â
His gaze softened. And suddenly the motel room felt very small. Very quiet. Very aware of the fact that he was standing only a few feet away.
âYou know,â
 he said lightly,Â
âIâve watched humans for a few thousand years.â
âOh, only a few thousand?â
âDonât interrupt my dramatic speech.â
You rolled your eyes. He continued with a little smirk on his face.Â
âIâve seen people push themselves until they break.â
The teasing had disappeared completely now.
âIâve seen hunters do it even faster.â
Your chest tightened. Gabriel reached out. For a moment you thought he was going to touch your face. Instead he gently took the notebook from your hands.
âHeyââ
âNope.â
He snapped his fingers. The notebook vanished.
âGabriel!â
âTemporary confiscation.â
âYou canât justââ
âI absolutely can.â
You glared at him. He grinned. Then the grin softened⌠He had slowly made his way to the bed, sat down, his back against the headboard, he lolled his head over to look at youÂ
âCome here.â
Immediately suspicious, you crossed your arms.
âNo.â
âCome on.â
âNo.â
âPlease?â
âNo.â
âPretty please?â
âGabriel.â
He sighed dramatically. Then, before you could reactâwith a swipe of his fingers in the air, you were next to him on the bed. You stared. He stared back at you with the Sam stupid grin that you loved so much. Eventually, exhaustion won.You shuffled closer.
âHappy?â
âEcstatic.â
For a few moments neither of you spoke, it was a bit awkward due to the fact he wrapped his arm around your shoulders so now your head laid against his chest. The motelâs air conditioner hummed quietly. Outside, rain tapped against the window. Then Gabriel lifted his opposite hand.Â
âTrust me?â
The question was unusually sincere. You looked at him. Really looked at him. Past the smirks. Past the tricks, past the endless jokesâAnd found someone who seemed genuinely worried about you. Slowly, you nodded. Gabriel smiled. Gentle. Almost shy.
Then he cupped your cheek, his hand slowly moved up to your temple, his thumb brushed against your eyebrow.. You then seen a soft glow from his palm from the corner of your eye
Warmth spread through you immediately. Not heat. Not magic forcing you unconscious. Just warmth. Like sinking beneath blankets fresh from the dryer. Like sitting beside a fireplace after being cold for too long. Like finally exhaling after holding your breath for years. Your shoulders relaxed. Then your neck.Then every muscle you hadnât realized was tense. The constant buzzing in your mind began to quiet. Thoughts that had been racing for hours slowed. The noise faded. Not completely. Just enough.
Your eyes widened, or at least as much as they could due to the sleepiness weighing your eyes down.Â
âGabrielâŚâ
Golden light flickered briefly behind his eyes. His grace, Soft, Careful, Gentle in a way you wouldâve never imagined possible.
âI know,âÂ
he murmured. Your eyelids suddenly felt heavy. Very heavy. The first genuine wave of sleep youâd felt in weeks washed over you.
âWhat did you do?â
A small smile appeared on his face.
âNothing scary.â
Your eyes were already drifting shut.
âPromise?â
âI promise.. Just my grace, it won't hurt you, I won't let itâ
Gabrielâs hand found your hair, stroking it softly. His touch was careful and gentle, it was as though you were something precious, Something fragile.
âYou can sleep,â
 he said quietly. The words wrapped around you as gently as his grace did, Safe, Warm, Certain. You felt yourself sinking deeper into the mattress. The exhaustion youâd been carrying for weeks finally catching up to you. For the first time in a long time, sleep didnât feel impossible. It felt easy, natural. Your body relaxed fully against him. You were too tired to be embarrassed, too tired to move. For a second he froze. He's never been this seriously physically intimate with someone, let alone a human. He was very careful and relaxed. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
âYeah,â
 he whispered, looking down at you.
âThere you go...â
The last thing you felt before sleep claimed you completely was Gabriel brushing a strand of hair away from your face. And for the rest of the night, the Archangel stayed exactly where he was. Making sure nothing disturbed your dreams.. And he even went out of his way to pop in your dreams and check on you.. Some of them were you and the Winchesters, others were you and him.. Though heâd never admit it out loud, something settled in Gabrielâs chest as he looked down at you. Humans were fragile. Temporary. Gone in the blink of an archangelâs eye. But somehow that only made him want to stay longer. To keep you safe. To make sure you got another tomorrow, to make sure you knew how much he loves you.
OH EM GEEEE this is my first Gabriel fic! and its also my first request, I was so excited about this that I started to work on it right after I seen it!!!! I hope you enjoy to whoever requested it!!!!
As someone who has trouble sleeping a lot, I adored this fic! Give it a read!!

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Eternal | Part Two
Gabriel X (Unicorn)Fem! Reader
Story: Asmodeus was a monster, one with a secret collection. He had you. The last of your kind and everyday he would come to steal your essence to empower himself. Arthur has enough and steals you away to stay hidden with the Winchesters. Where you meet a certain archangel whom you become close with. Gabriel finds that he himself cannot stay away and promises to watch over you; thatâs when things take an interesting turn.
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Morning had come rather quickly. Not a single moment wasnât plagued by the awful nightmares of him, of the things youâd experienced. It started as small little scares but soon became unbearable rather quickly. Rolling over and letting out a small sigh knowing this whole âhealingâ process was going to take more time. It was frustrating knowing things like this couldnât be fixed with the press of a button. Someone couldnât just whisk you away from hell and expect healing overnight, but you wanted so badly to forget it all. You fiddle with the fabric of the blanket, enjoying the feeling of soft cotton beneath your fingers. At least there was a bed to sleep on and food. You remember the delightful taste of the apples, the sourness of the grapes, and juiciness of the watermelon.
As if on cue your stomach grumbles, the beginning of hunger pains starting up. That was when you smelled it, peeling back the covers shuddering at the cool touch of the air. The loss of the warmth was upsetting but the smell of what you hoped was pancakes was much more interesting at the moment. Sweet, sugary, and doused in maple syrup. Your kind had an affinity with all things delightfully sweet and it was a bit of a problem sometimes. Following the smell you open the door and looked left and right, the sound of laughter echoed down the hallway and you step out of the room.
Following the winding path, the floor bites against the pads of your feet but it goes ignored. Wrapping your arms around yourself to attempt to and rub away the cold that kisses your skin. The laughter along with the smell of vanilla overcomes you when finally rounding the corner and into the kitchen. There were two figures standing in the kitchen. One you recognized as Gabriel, who seemed to be scolding the other playfully, âSammy that is the saddest excuse for a pancake Iâve ever seen.â
Sammy? Must be a nick-name of sorts. âOkay, why donât you try, Gabriel?â He snaps at the angel who snorts out a laugh, shrugging his shoulders in response.
âHey, I am not perfect, but at least mine looks edible.â Gabriel says holding up his hands in defense. The little interaction was cute, and there is no stopping the smile that sneaks onto your lips. They were seated at the table decorating the fluffy food with all kinds of toppings and they looked so good. The angel had decorated his with whip cream, strawberries, and a little syrup. Sammy had just gone straight classic butter and syrup. You took a step forward into the kitchen. However the creaky floors giving your presence away, which catches the attention of the parties in the room.
Both boys turn to face you. They seemed so shocked, especially Gabriel, you begin to fold in on yourself. âDid I interrupt?â You ask taking a step back.
Gabriel and Sam are quick to react, but the hunter speaks first. âNo, we just figured that you would still be sleeping.â
âThis is your first time being free. Really what Sam means is that we donât want you to over work yourself before you are all healed up, sweetheart.â Gabriel adds.
âI tried to sleep.â You tell him taking another tentative step forward, âThen I smelled the pancakes, and I was feeling hungry..â Sure there was the fact that not only could you not sleep, but that you didnât want to.
Gabriel could sense that you were hiding something from them, but he knew better than to push the subject. He was well aware that you needed time, just like had all those years ago when the conflict of heaven began. âWell then come join us. Pick your poison, whip cream, strawberries, syrup. You name it I got it, angel.â He pulls out a chair for you to sit and Sam places an empty plate down in front of you.
Making yourself comfortable you look over to Gabriel, thanking him silently with just a look. He knew. For now he would just do exactly what he could to help and for now that was making pancakes out of thin air. The stack just appeared before you eyes with a wave of his hand. Sam hands over the toppings to you one by one smiling all the while and joking about the unicornâs and their sweet tooth.
He was right.
The pancakes were delicious and the company of them both was even better. Getting to know Sam who was really nice, that he and the angel seemed to have a sort of interesting relationship. Friendly, but more of a familial bond. After breakfast, Sam had wandered out of the room, leaving you with heavenâs most charismatic angel.
âYou know,â He starts as he joins you at the sink, âIf you ever canât sleep, you can come to me or Castiel. Our grace can be used to help with nightmares.â Gabriel turns the sink on, rolling his sleeves up and beginning the process of washing, then you finish them by drying each dish.
âIf I had my essence then I could do it myself.â You tell him, gaze cast down at the plate in your hand, drying it off. Staring at your own reflection in the plate. It still hurt that you couldnât help yourself as much as you wanted to. Relying on others was just so hard after everything.
Gabriel watches as you stare down at the plate thinking over your words in his head, before he replies, âJust because you cannot do it now, doesnât mean that itâs not going to get better. It is okay to ask for help. Itâs why you were brought here after all. For us to help.â His tone wasnât rude or harsh the angel was gentle when speaking. He was attempting to remind you that things like this need time. It was true you blamed yourself for falling into the hands of Asmodeus, but the truth was it was for them. Someone you loved.
The beginnings of tears begin to prick at your eyes, setting down the plate to quickly try to wipe them away but Gabriel had seen. He already knew what was on your mind and when it couldnât be held in any longer thatâs when it all broke through.
Tears rolled down your cheeks, hot and wet, because deep down inside you still were hurting. The loss and pain you bad experienced was on a massive scale. Gabriel reacts quickly in the moment, taking your shoulders and pulling you to his chest. You let him. Let him hold you while you sobbed. âShh, itâs okay. Just breathe, angel. Breathe.â He instructs in a gentle tone, but you were already sobbing into his chest, fingers gripping at the lapels of his coat trying to find a way to ground yourself.
It was hard. This was hard. How could you expect to be normal again?
So you broke. Crying into the angels chest what felt like forever, until you felt this warmth envelop around you. Curling and wrapping its arms around you until all you can feel is its embrace. Slowly the tears began to let up, tears no longer flowing, and the sobs that raked through your body slowed. Lastly your breathing returned to normal. When you pulled your head back it was unlike anything you had ever seen. Gabriel was the source of this warmth, two large feathered wings were encircled around you both.
Thatâs when your ears finally picked up a familiar sound, looking up at the face of the archangel who calmed you.
His eyes were closed and he was humming, at first it was confusing, but it was so calming. When his eyes opened, you got a closer look at them, so soft and full of life. A mossy green with flecks of amber dancing in between. Truly beautiful. In this moment you realized something about Gabriel, he was the calm in the storm, the eye in the hurricane. He would always be the calm. Just like he was now, âThank you, Gabriel.â
âAnytime, angel.â He whispers.
After the scene in the kitchen, Gabriel promised to finish up with the dishes, and you promptly left the room. You werenât sure why he was so much different than Castiel, but you hadnât got to know the other angel all that well. However when you reach your room, said angel is standing in the midst of the room. All along the walls were these large symbols, which you had recognized as the Enochian language.
It was very similar to the one unicorns had spoken, created by God for all his angels, for your kind as well. In the back of your mind a memory played, flashing before your eyes as if it had just happened.
In your crib, the symbols glared down at you, echoing and flashing across your mind. The small mobile had them carved into each piece of wood as the danced above you. They were for your protection, another voice echoes in your mind from the memory. âIt protects her dreams, love. She will be safe this way.â Two figures were staring down at you in the crib. You knew them. Mom? Dad?
Whiel it came to you, the memory only lasted a mere few seconds. Yet you had remembered it so vividly like it had just happened only moments ago. âDream warding.â Your voice breaks the silence and seems to startle Castiel out of his work.
He turns to you. âI hope you donât mind. I was told you had some trouble sleeping.â The angel meant well of course and honestly it was really appreciated that he was going to the lengths to do something like this. The small things that everyone was doing to help was really starting to make you believe things could get better. That they will get better. âAll in time.â Gabrielâs voice echoes in your mind. He was right and you knew that, but it did not make it any less difficult.
âItâs nice, Castiel.â The angel grins at your response, and you smile when he steps back from the completing the last sigil.
It was then he had noticed the redness and puffiness of your cheeks, complete with reddened eyes. He didnât want to ask, âHave you been crying?â Castiel inquires as he approaches you with a look of concern.
Well, there was definitely no hiding it from now, âYes.. I just had little moment after breakfast, Gabriel was there to help me through it I just..â You trail off looking up into Castielâs eyes, truly he seemed to worry, but that was just his nature. âI just feel bad that I need help.â
Castiel nods in understanding, âI myself struggle with that idea a lot. Sometimes angels can vein require assistance. Not that applies to your suffering, but I understand. Any angel would.â His advice is comforting, knowing your friends in the heavens had struggled just as much with the idea. Unicorns were strong so for the most part they lived in solidarity, hence why they were hard to find, and because for the most part they took care of themselves, so having help was new. Something you were struggling with.
âThank you.â You give the angel a quick hug, and although it takes him a minute to reciprocate, it was nice almost as much as the one Gabriel had given. It was so odd how much he had been on your mind as of late. Whenever you pulled away Castiel had this sort of melancholy expression so you assure him, âIâm okay, Castiel, just need more time.â
After the little interaction with Castiel he left to handle some business, but promised to be on a retainer if you needed anything. You somehow stumbled across the small library in the bunker. When entering there was a slight part of you that was surprised to find someone else there already. The man had familiarity about him, but you were not sure who he was.
Dean felt the eyes on him and slowly turned to find you standing in the doorway, âHey, glad to see you up and about.â He noticed that you had appeared confused and a bit uneasy as you stared at him. âRight..â He straightens up in the chair attempting to give a friendly smile, âIâm Dean. Uh Sam is my brother. Heâs friends with that uh walking joke book.â A tilt of your head in response to his attempt at humor told him it made no sense to you. Right you hadnât met him last night, he had been off with sam double checking the wardings and the last thing they would want is a break in.
âWalking joke book?â You raise a brow, taking a few steps forward. When you approach the table where Dean was sitting. He smiled glad that you were starting of warming up to him. All of this had to be hard on you. Regaining trust.
Dean closes the book he was reading, a hunt they were going on later, but that could wait. âOh yeah, thatâs what I call Gabriel. Heâs kind of a trickster.â He chuckles to himself and watches you approach the table.
âI think heâs nice.â You say, remembering back to the two interactions youâve had were genuinely pleasant, âHeâs funny, so far I like him.â
âYeah well if funny is being stuck in an endless loop of tv shows or if dying over and over is considered funny.â Dean argues, brows tightly knot together.
It was shocking and confusing at the same time, âHe did that?â
âWell the old him. Itâs kinda complicated, and if you are in the mood for a story, you should ask him. Either way heâs a good guy, for now.â The face that he makes brings a smile to your face. Dean was starting to work his way up on your favorites list, he seemed nice.
âHow have none of you found anythinâ?â Asmodeus asks the group of demons standing before him. Each one exchanging looks between on another and they seemed at a loss for words. âUseless. The lot of yah.â He slams a palm down on the armrest of the throne and the demons scatter.
âIf I may, my lord.â Xander speaks up, to which Arthur replies with an exaggerated eye roll. The demon of which, had an annoyingly dangerous streak. As harmless as he was it was his devotion to Asmodeusu that proved to be a bit concerning. For now Arthur just had to wait it out and keep covering his ass, so to speak.
Dean was a great storyteller, the amount of things that have happened to him and his brother was incredible. Hunters. They hinter the most bad and the worst of the worst, at least that was how he put it. Currently he was telling the tale about how he and sam had to speak with Zanna, imaginary creatures that protected children, at first it seemed ridiculous and you thought so too at first. âAnd then he just left.â
âWow that-â Unable to find the words.
âCrazy, right?â Dean finishes and you nod laughing a little more.
Gabriel had been doing his usual routine inspection of the bunker when he passed the library. There was laughter echoing on the walls, when he passed by he saw you laughing with Dean. It made him smile a little knowing that you were at least feeling somewhat better.
âShe seems to be in better mood.â The sudden sound of Castielâs voice would nearly have the archangel jumping out of his skin, but he was too focused.
âYeah.â Gabriel seemed out of it as far as Castiel had noticed. There were only to times he had seen him like this. When their father had created the garden and the first time he met the humans. It was a fascination, an attraction.
âBrother.â Castiel tries again to gain his attention, this time finding it worked.
âSorry, Cass.â He apologized, âI just.. am feeling a bit more in tuned with my emotions than I am used to.â
âAh yes. I understand, itâs familiar to me.â The seraphim nods, turning fully to face Gabriel who turns away to meet Castielâs gaze. âWhen I first met the Winchesters I was a little off put. Then I got to know them and thatâs when I began to feel more emotions. Anger, sadness, worry, fear, and love. Perhaps this is the same.â The archangel spares another glance at you and the way your lighting up, laughing at the silliest of Deanâs stories.
It made his vesselâs heart ache, because he wished it was him. âMaybe.. I am going to go for a walk, Iâll be back later.â Castiel went to stop him, but he was already gone.
Later that evening after Deanâs riveting tales of him and his brotherâs hints that had to go out for a bit. Something about a werewolf, nasty creatures as far as you knew or well at least thatâs what your dad always said.
âWhy canât I go past the gate?â Your father smiled
âBecause there are monsters out there. Not just humans, but werewolves too. They are bloodthirsty animals and have no self control. So we stay inside the silver gate to protect us. Protect you.â He explains to you, but it just didnât seem real. That was until you went past the gate later that night. Curiousity had gotten the better of you and well it certainly was true. Werewolves were monsters, you almost lost him that night.
Shaking away the memory, you return back to the book that Dean had given you to read up on the monsters they fought. Glancing at the clock you saw it was only 3:00 P.M. The day is rolling by really slow, finding ways to keep you busy was getting difficult. Sleeping was definitely not an option. Then you had remembered what Castiel had said.
Taking a deep breath and folding your hands in prayer. You began to think his name. For a while it was silent until the sound of wings flapping brought you out of it. Turning your head to see the seraphim standing there with a concerned look as he approached. âI heard you call. Is everything alright?â The tone he took was unlike the much friendlier one he used earlier. This was flat and serious.
âYes, I uhm⌠just wanted some company. Dean and Sam are out and well.. I couldnât find Gabriel. I didnât want to be alone.â You explain fiddling with the edge of the book Dean had passed your way. Castiel seems to understand because he gives a nod.
âHow do you feel about a game?â The angel asks seemingly excited.
âWell I have planned tons growing up.â You reply trying to genuinely think of the last time you had done something like that.
âThis is a human game. I was really into it when I went crazy.â Castiel pulls the game from out of nowhere and you raise a brow.
âAngels go crazy?â
âWell, this was because of some seriously crazy things that went down. Anyway, I think we should play, I will teach you all the rules.â Castiel walks over and lays the game out, before taking the necessary pieces and other items out from the box. The game was called âSorryâ nothing you had ever seen before. Once the game was all set up Castiel looks to you, âWhat color do you want?â
âHmm.â You tap your chin in thought looking at the colors. âI want yellow.â The response seems to make him happy sonce he snatches up the blue pieces quickly.
He lets out a mischievous chuckle, âPrepare to be sorry.â Okay, so Castiel was just a precious little guy. A smile makes its way onto your face as you watch him put his pieces onto the board, before setting up the cards and looking to you.
Then you reply, âYou first.â
Gabriel had been out on a walk for a couple hours, usually things like this would be in and out of his mind in no time. This was different. He felt so deeply for you and he had only known you for a day, it was odd to feel so connected to someone he just met. Then again there was that little situation that happened with you in the kitchen this morning.
He did what he was supposed to, he was there to help. Yet, he felt it wasnât enough and that he hadnât really been helping. His gaze slowly turns to the sky, âYou got anything to say dad?â He expected nothing from his father which is exactly what he got. Thanks dad for nothing, with a shrug of his shoulders he decided it best to return.
When he did there was the shrill sound of laughter followed by Castiel who shouted, âNo! Thatâs not fair!â Gabriel wandered back up the steps to the library and when peaking in he was you both playing a game.
âWell, according to the rules it is totally fair. So hah.â You argue waving the card in his face, which Castiel seems to just pout as he moves his blue piece back to another soace on the board.
âSorry.â You say in a sing song voice. At least you were happy and enjoying the activity. Thatâs when you turn to look at him, âGabriel! You should come play.â He did a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure he was the one you were talking to. He points to himself and you giggle, âCome on silly, yes you.â
Gabriel takes a seat at the table and you hand over the set of green game pieces to him. When his fingers brush over you there was a sort of white-hot spark burns beneath your skin. He felt it to warm and like a fire burning beneath his skin. The two of you locked eyes, staring into one anotherâs eyes for just a moment longer. Until his brother interrupted, âOkay, game on. Donât think I will go easy on you, just because we are related.â Castiel waves a finger at Gabriel who only smirks in response, suppressing the emotions down he felt at the moment.
âOh yeah, Cassie? You gonna outsmart the trickster?â The archangel raises a brow and Castiel sends him a glare.
âYeah, we both will.â You argue. For now things were getting better. It is only the start of the healing and maybe something more. After all time would be able to tell.
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Hihi! Could I please request a Dean or Sam? I don't really mind what they're doing!
Here is your sketch request! Have a Sam Winchester doing some research! As soon as I saw this I was like ooh I should draw him studying.
Idk if the facial expression shows it well enough, but I had fun doing it!
Thank you for the request!
I am now taking art asks for Supernatural! So send me a character and what to draw/doodle! I will respond with the drawing!
I am open to drawing pretty much anything! I have no rules for my Supernatural Art Asks as of now!
Have any of you Gabriel fans seen Driven? If not im like kicking and giggling my feet cause the movie and HIM itâs so good!
Would anyone be open to Supernatural art requests of the characters? Like you guys could request whatever silly things and I will post them on here!

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Forever My Darling | One-Shot
Summary: The king of hell cannot help but fall head over heels for you over and over again each day. So when the anniversary rolls around, you bake him a dessert and he reminds you exactly why he loves you.
Crowley x (Wife)Fem!Reader
He was the king.
Correction, He is the king.
Well, heâs actually your king. Crowley was incredibly shocked when he met you, quick as whip and not afraid to put your foot down no matter the situation. Yet, you had this awfully sweet side that he had adored. After helping the Winchesters with only God knows whatever venture they were on the hunt for or whatever monster they need to stop, he went back for you.
Hihi!
6, 9, and 11 for the nosy question game!
6: I talk to myself a lot, considering I have AuDHD, which is a form of autism so I talk to myself to remind me of things I did or didnât do to remember or just for fun. Idk if it counts as talking to myself cause I talk to my dog Star, all the time. Iâll be like âgirl did you see what they just did out there? Is crazy?â But yeah a lot
9: Idk if I really have gossip or tea on anyone. I did however find out that best friend was actually dating/marrying the guy I thought she was and when I asked her she said no. Then I found facebook photos and I was like GIRLLLLL the way you tricked me was so good haha. I love her tho so I am not mad.
11: When I was a kid I used to say âyuckersâ to things I donât like or didnât want. To this day I still say it and with my siblings who will carry on my legacy. Even me and my coworkers say it. Haha đ
Here is a little doodle I did of Crowley, idk if it looks great, but I love it!
Nosy questions ask game đ
Send me a number and I'll answer. Reblog to play along!
Did you have an imaginary friend when you were younger? Describe them.Â
Whatâs your comfort show?
Whose podcast would you want to be a guest on?
What was your first ship/OTP?
What was the first fanfic you ever read?
Do you talk to yourself? How often?
When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?
What do you want to be when you grow up now?
Tell me a piece of gossip.
What is an act of kindness you have never forgotten?
What is a childhood quirk you never grew out of?
What is your favorite drink?
What is your favorite snack?
Describe your first crush.
What is your biggest pet peeve?
Do you have any phobias?
Whatâs something random/odd that you find hot/attractive.Â
What is your favorite flower?
What do you smell like?
Describe yourself how your love interest would describe you in a book.
If you were a main character in a romance book/movie/show, what tropes would you want associated with you?
If you could bring back an extinct species (with no major consequences) what would it be?
Do you think Atlantis was real?
What hobby/activity do you keep saying youâll take up when you retire?
how many posts are in your drafts right now [*whispers* post one]
Whatâs an achievement big or small that youâre really proud of?
Do you have any recurring dreams? What are they?
What would be your death row/last meal? (no limits)
What is a book/story from your childhood that has stuck with you?
What are your top 5 most used emojis?
What celebrity do you feel like you could realistically be friends with?
If you could time travel what time would you go to? (And why? What would you do there?)
Ask me anything!
thatâs âŚ. definitely something alright
â SUPERNATURAL s9e17 :: Motherâs Little Helper
The way I cackled at this scene

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Slow Nights
(Guardian Angel/Boyfriend)Gabriel x GN!Reader DRABBLE
Note: so this X Reader is in a GN format, I usually write for a Fem!Reader because it is what I am most familiar and comfortable with, but I am going to give this a shot! If anyone has advice or criticism I would appreciate it. For future purposes all my stories will be fem!readers unless the request is different! Thank you! Reader is 26!
Thunder rumbled and lightning flickered across the sky, rain tumbles from the clouds. It was such a gentle sound. It was calming. Or rather it was supposed to be. It used to wrap you in a warmth that doesnât seem to have a hold on you like it used to. Rainy nights like this were usually the ideal sleeping conditions for most.
Guys I wanna write a Casifer fic.
Somebody stop me thinking about him. He is on my mind like crazy!!