Request : Anonymous. Ok. I canât help but think God created angels kind of like birds. So a funny idea came to me. What if angels went through a nesting period? Like they end up making a huge best whenever they find their mate and ends up staying cooped up in it with then for a while because they get possessive during that time. Since earth doesnât have heavens materials it would be funny to see just a gigantic nest made out of pillows and the reader has no idea whatâs going on lol.
A/N : This idea came to me and made me giggle, I hope you like it.
You were standing in line for a coffee, not in a cafe, but at the small cart on campus. It always stopped by this door, at this time, shaded by the nearby tree. You preferred it to the coffee in the cafeteria.
And then suddenly, you werenât. The tree, the grass, the sky, the cart and the people, all replaced with blue walls painted with realistic clouds. âWhat the fuck..â You looked down, and you were standing on a mountain of pillows and blankets. It reminded you of blanket forts from when you were a child, how youâd pile every comfortable thing you could find inside, and read until you passed out.
âHello, Sugar.â
You turned towards the voice, and furrowed your brows at the man sitting and smiling at you. âHow- how did I get here?â
âThat was the easy part.â He smiled.
âWhat am I doing here?â You started taking in the room again, and this time noticed a door to your left.
âYou are my mate. I made this for you.â
You turned back to him, staring at him for a moment. âArenât you the janitor?â
âWell, yes and no.â He chuckled. âThat is who I let you see. I am so much more. I-â
âIâm being kidnapped by the fucking janitor.â You sighed. âGreat. Well, it was nice to meet you, janitor, but I need to go.â You started for the door, trying not to trip over the pillows and blankets.
âI canât let you leave.â He snapped his fingers, and the door was gone. You froze in confusion but went to where the door hand been, feeling the wall, looking for any sign the door had been there, but there was none. You let out a whimper. âI wonât hurt you.â
âYou kidnapped me! I.. How long was I out? I donât even remember getting here. What the fuck did you put in my coffee?â The last thing you remembered was standing in line, it felt like just a minute ago, but it could have been days.
âYouâre my mate, I would never harm you.â He sounded offended. âI need to protect you, you are mine, thatâs why youâre here. Thatâs why I made this.â You refused to look at him, you kept at the wall where the door had been, desperately looking for a way out, and it hurt him.
You heard him snap his fingers again, and flinched this time. Afraid of what came next, but then you smelt it and turned to your right, away from him. A few pillows and things were gone, and replaced with a table. Â It was filled with cakes, cookies, pies, every sweet thing you had ever enjoyed in your life.
âHungry?â He asked softly.
You were shaking, on the verge of tears. You put your forehead to the wall and shook your head. âI just want to go back.. Please.â
âI know youâre hungry. Eat.â
âNo amount of chocolate will make this okay!â You screamed.
âLook at me, what do you see?â You shook your head, refusing to turn. âLook at me.â His voice was firm. âWhat do you see?â
Slowly you turned. âI see a janitor Iâm now terrified of.â You answered in a soft, shaky voice.
âOpen your eyes, and really look.â He spread his arms out to his sides. âWhat do you see?â
You bit your lip, closing your eyes for a minute. When you opened them again, you gasped. âWhat..â
He smiled softly. âNow, what do you see?â
âW-wings.. Beautiful golden wings.â You were mesmerized by how they seemed to shimmer, as if the sunlight was bouncing off the feathers. âWhat.. What are you?â
âI said I was more then a janitor. I am the Archangel Gabriel. Iâve also gone by the Trickster Loki.â He smiled. âAnd you, sweetheart, are my mate. When I meet my mate, I nest. I build this, though this isnât as lovely as it should be..â He mused looking around. Â âI donât exactly have heavens materials down here, and I didnât think youâd appreciate twigs the way birds do.â He chuckled.
âC-can I?â You reached out a hand, even thought you were a good 5 feet away at least.
âIt might have some effects you donât particularly want right now.â He smiled. âTouching an angelâs wings is a bit of an intimate thing. Only a mate can even see them like this.â
âIâm..â
âMy mate. I told you. Youâve seen them before, but this wasnât ready so I made you forget. You can remember now.â
Your eyes fluttered as memories started to come back. Memories of seeing him around the halls, or on the grounds and his beautiful wings behind him. âI-I thought they were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and every time I saw them, it was like the first time all over again.. You too.â
He smiled. âI know. I sorry I did it this way, I am. Iâm sorry I scared you, but itâs what we do. I canât stop it, I canât help it. I need you here with me. I canât let anyone else near you while Iâm nesting. You, are mine.â
As scared as you were, deep inside you knew it was true. Something was pulling you now. âI am.â
He grinned. âYou feel it too?â You nodded, and he jumped up from where he sat. âIâm so happy, Sugar. Weâre going to have a lot of fun together.â
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A/N : Another one from 11 months ago that read âThis just happened. I choked and couldnât breath I was laughing so hard. The Sir didnât find it as funny as I did, but he did laugh.â
Part of the âAwkward Adventures in Sexâ Series.
You were on your knees, your legs together as Gabe slammed into you from behind. His fingers dug into your waist and he was hitting that perfect spot dead on with every thrust. âOh fuck Gabe!â You were whimpering, close to screaming out with your release. Your fingers clutching the blanket bunched up under your chest.
âThatâs it, sweetheart. Fuck you feel good.â He groaned, doing his best to keep the pace. He was getting close, and sloppy.
You cried out, starting to shake under him. A string of curses escaped his lips. âPlease, Gabe..â
âIâm going to fill that pussy, sweetcheeks.â He growled.
âFuck!â You clenched down around him as your orgasm washed over you, not even noticing he had stopped fucking you.
âJesus Sugar!â He growled out before pulling out. âHolyâŠâ
You turned to look back once you caught your breath. He was holding his dick as he laid on his back across the bed. âYou okay?â
âI started to cum.â He looked over at you. âAnd you were like a vice grip!â
âWhat?â You started to chuckle.
âDonât laugh! It wouldnât come out.â He couldnât help but smile, though. He massaged his dick as he shot you a mock glare. âYouâre not suppose to do that you know. Youâre not suppose to slow down a train while itâs in motion.â
You started laughing and laid on your side looking at him.
âItâs not funny.â He couldnât help but chuckle, no matter how much he protested. âIt was like a million sperm pile up!â
You burst out laughing even harder and rolled on your back.
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You were dead tired, sore, and covered in blood. Some of it yours, but most of it not. You just wanted a hot shower. And maybe a vacation, you were getting tired of hunting.
Getting in your motel room, you tossed your bag next to the bed, and started to peel off your coat, wincing in pain. You could feel the gash on your shoulder blade bleeding all over again. Fuck, it had just finally slowed down. You sighed and headed to the bathroom to see how bad it was. Phone in hand in case you needed to call the Winchesters to help patch you up. You had spotted them in town earlier that day. They were just passing through but stopped for the night in the event that you needed back up. You should have taken them up on it.
About halfway to the bathroom, you stopped to slowly peel your jeans off. That was pretty painfully as well, seeing as how you had been stabbed in the thigh. Yep, Iâm going to need some help patching this up, you thought.
You opened the bathroom door, not even caring that it shouldnât have been closed to begin with and put your phone down on sink counter, leaning on it almost in tears. Fuck, everything hurt.
âWelcome home sugar.â
You glanced over, and there was Gabriel, smiling in the bath, surrounded by bubbles. âDonât give me that look, I figured you could use a nice hot bath after work today, honey buns. Get in here.â he smiled, arms out stretched.
âI canât, Gabeâ you laughed. âI need to patch these up, fast.â
He snapped his fingers and you were naked. âCome on, come to Daddy, you know you want to.â
âGabeâŠâ
He stared up into your eyes âTrust me.â
Sighing you got into the tub, wincing at the pain as you leaned your back against him. He kissed your neck as a hand went to your head and you felt all your pain disappear. âSee, Iâll always take care of you sugar, now hand me those chocolates.â You chuckled, leaning forward to grab the chocolates he had left at the other end of the tub. You felt his fingers run over the place where you had been cut. You knew he left no scars, but he still always seemed to know where every scar should be. Like he committed every one to memory.
He snapped his fingers, turning off the lights. Candles appeared around the room, so did a bottle of wine and two glasses.
You kissed him on the cheek as you handed him the chocolates and leaned back onto him. âThanks Gabe, I needed this.â
âI know Sugar.â was all he said as he fed you chocolates.
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Request: I donât know if either of you speak french(or feel like looking up the translation) but there is a really pretty french song (called Derniere Danse by Indila) that I think would make a good fic (maybe with Gabe?) if not I would say itâs worth a listen anyway much love xx & (Anon who sent the ask w the french song Derniere Danse): I like that idea! Maybe w like memories of them together(the song talks about flying & dancing a lot so something like a fluffy memory w those could be cute) but even if you guys just wanted to go with the feel of the song whatever you guys wrote im sure would be great! (I really should start signing my anon messages w something because I have sent a few & I am on this page like everyday /-\ idk im just shy so i use anon) -Bee
You went about your days as if in a daze. All the color and joy sucked out of your life. You were just going through the motions, until the next breakdown. Youâd fall to pieces, and eventually pick yourself back up and start again.
You closed your eyes as you walked past the chocolate shop. Â You always closed your eyes when you passed it now. You had brought him in there once, and his face had lit up, as if you had brought him to the Wonka factory. He had actually found a kind of chocolate he had never tried before. âtwelve.. thirteen.. fourteen.. fifteen.â You took a deep breath. 15 steps and you were past it. Your eyes opened again and you continued on. You were getting better at avoiding things that reminded you of him.
Somewhere along the way, you heard music. You glanced in a window and saw a couple learning to dance. Your breath caught in your throat.
âHey sweet heart, what are you listening to? Is that big band?â
You chuckled as his arms wrapped around you from behind âIâm a sucker for trombones and trumpets Gabe, what can I say. I wish I could dance to it though.â
âI can teach you sugar. Easy peasy.â
You turned and raised an eyebrow. âYou dance?â
âIâve been hanging around here for centuries. Of course I dance. Come on, Iâll teach you to Foxtrot.â His eyes lit up as he held out his hand.
A tear ran down your cheek as you pulled yourself away from the window. âFuck.â You headed to the park that you knew was just a few blocks away.
You remembered how he had held your hand and waist, as you both moved across the floor. They way those whiskey coloured eyes shone as he looked down at you. You groaned. The only Whiskey anything in your life these days was a bottle of Jack.
âYou can move Sweetheart.â He beamed one night. âBest dance partner Iâve come across yet.â
You laughed. âI did the Charleston once in school as a kid. My mom sewed me this cute little flapper dress.. Iâve been hooked since.â
âSWING!â He practically shouted it, he beamed with excitement. âLetâs do swing!â
You shook your head. âI donât know Gabe⊠I only ever did it that one time.. I was like 7 or 8..â
He pulled you to him making you laugh. âCome on.. Iâm having so much fun. Dance with me.â
You found a quiet park bench and dropped into it. You watched birds  fly over you. As your head went back to look up, you found yourself watching the clouds. He had told you all about heaven. You wondered if there was a heaven for him.
If heaven was your good memories, your best memories, would he be there waiting for you? Would you get one last dance.
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You slammed the door-closed as you let out an aggravated huff. It wasnât every day you got into an argument with Sam and Dean, but when you did, look out! They were pretty severe to say the least. What angered, and saddened you the most was that Dean blamed you for Sam getting hurt when it wasnât even your fault! Sam had tried to explain that to Dean but you had yelled at him to just stay out of it and that you could handle it, it turn making him upset; and now it was just a giant Disaster with a capital D.
You sank to the bed as tears brimmed your eyes. It was always after you calmed down that you would regret everything and turn into a weeping mess and crawl back to Sam and Dean apologizing âeven if it wasnât your fault-. Normally the boys would apologize back realizing when it was there fault. But as of right now, you were still in the weeping stage. You sniffled and lay back on the dirty starch filled mattress letting your head rest on one of the pillows. It was inevitable that you were going to have a sopping wet pillow to sleep with but you didnât care at the moment. Instead wanting to let out all your pent up emotions of anger, frustration, stress, and even love come out in one tear filled night.
When the tears finally slowed down you sat up and wiped any bleeding mascara from under your eyes. It was then that you heard the tell tale flap of wings signaling an angels entrance.
âGo away, Castiel, please.â You didnât really want to mess with the emotionless angel at the moment. Itâs not that you didnât like him, because you cared for him, itâs just that he still didnât understand human emotions enough to understand what was going on with you right now.
âSorry, Sugar, wrong angel. â Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the voice of the angel you loved. You had yet to divulge that information to him instead keeping it pent up inside. Which was another reason you broke down in tears earlier.
âOh, Hey Gabriel. I- I didnât expect to see you. Whatâs up?â You placed a smile on your face hoping the archangel wouldnât ask why your eyes were so red. You began to slightly panic when his brows dipped in confusion.
âAre you okay, (Y/N)?â He disappeared before reappearing by your side on the bed. You jumped a little before scooting away.
âWha-? Yeah, Yeah Iâm fine, why do you ask?â You nervously laughed; mentally cringing from your terrible ability to lie to those you like or cared for. He gave you an unconvinced look before dragging you to stand up with him.
â(Y/N), Iâm an archangel, I think I know when youâre lying to me⊠Now, whatâs wrong?â He gently asked you concern filling his normally happy voice. You bit your lip trying to decide if you were going to tell him or ask him to leave.
You decided you were going to tell him.
âI got into a fight with Sam and Dean. Dean thought it was my fault that Sam got hurt because my head wasnât in the hunt. I was preoccupied with something else on my mind. Sam tried to defend me saying that it wasnât my fault, but me being stupid and in a slight rage, I yelled at him saying I could handle this. He then got upset at me for yelling at him because he was just trying to help me. So I began yelling at him. Dean yelled at me for yelling at Sam and he continued ranting about not being focused when on the hunt. Eventually I couldnât take it anymore so I left their room and came to mine where I started crying. I was just so angry, and frustrated. It has been so stressful hunting this damn witch, sheâs been dropping bodies left and right and, bottling everything up wasnât helping-.â Tears where beginning to form in your eyes as everything replayed in your head.
Gabriel seeing your growing sadness took it upon himself to try and cheer you up knowing how those two muttonheads could be. He gently laid his hand on your cheek forcing you look up at him and no longer to the wall on the left.
âHey, itâs okay. Itâs over now, and no amount of yelling or shed tears is going to change it. You just have to move forward, those bimbos will see that by the end of the night and everything is going to be okay, okay?â His whiskey colored eyes held such warmth in them that you just wanted to wrap yourself in an eternal embrace from him.
âWhy donât we dance and forget our worries?!â You were slightly startled at his exclamation and you were wondering if you heard him correctly.
âIâm sorry, what?â He grinned down at you and grabbed your hand before using his grace to make the table and chairs slide out of the way to make a dance floor in the small hotel.
âDance with me! Letâs forget about Samsquatch and Dean-o!â You smiled a little at his antics and let him drag you to the middle of the room.
âThereâs no music, genius.â You giggled as seemingly out of now where music began to blast.
You couldnât help but laugh at the song that came out. It was one of the âoldiesâ but one of your favorites. It was âThe Twistâ by Cubby Checker. Gabriel began to dance happily twisting to the music. You smiled and began to twist along with him, both of you ending up in a twisting sink. You giggling and laughing through the entire song. It seemed that all your worries disappeared for the time being as you danced with Gabriel. You broke a tiny sweat on your forehead as you danced grinning the entire time. Gabriel wasnât any better; he was grinning and laughing along with you. To be honest, it was just what you needed!
As the song came to an end you were panting trying to catch your breath. It was a workout, but a fun one. Gabriel was a little better off not really needing to catch his breath seeing as angels didnât need to breath.
âThank you Gabriel. I⊠I really needed that.â You smiled at him after you caught your breath. The sheen of sweat you worked up had disappeared as Gabriel clicked his fingers nodding at your happy form. Unknown to you he had gotten rid of the sweat so that you wouldnât feel self conscious for this next song.
The lights dimmed as he gently pulled you closer to him placing one hand around your waist and gripping your other hand. Instinctively you rested your free hand on his deltoid.
âGa-Gabriel, what are you doing?â He looked down into your eyes as he cooed to you.
âI love you, (Y/N). I know you love me too, I can smell you arousal every time I am near and it drives me crazy. I love you with every piece of my heart and I just wanted to make you happy. Seeing you so sad made me upset and now that youâre happy again I wanted to share a slow dance with you⊠I hope thatâs alright?â He was a little nervous by the end hoping you wouldnât reject him. He knew you loved him, but you could always reject a dance. Your eyes were wide as a blush grew over cheeks. After a couple of seconds it registered that your love interest was reciprocating your feelings! A giggle of happiness bubbled in your throat as you nodded.
âYes, I would love to slow dance with you.â He let out a little sigh of relief as music began to flood the room again.
The two of you gently began to sway back and forth as the song âEarth Angelâ began to play. You smiled and gazed up at Gabriel forcing down the giggle as you listened to the lyrics. He was gazing down at you with such love and adoration it made your heart swell with happiness. You being emboldened by the events slid your hand out of his and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his cheek on top of your head; closing his eyes as the two of you swayed there. The lights being dim set a romantic mood. When the song came to an end the two of you pulled away and looked at each other.
He looked down at your lips before looking back into your eyes, the whole time slowly leaning in. You responded in kind by leaning in as well so the two of you met half was and embraced each other in a passionate, loving kiss. A minute later you pulled away needing air, gently touching you lips as your eyes fluttered up to meet his.
âI love you, (Y/N). I truly do, would you do me the honors of letting me court you?â He asked, the sincerity touching. You giggled and nodded to him, embracing him in another hug.
âI love you too, Gabriel. It would be an honor to have you court me.â You let out a full laugh when he picked you up as though you were nothing more than a feather before dumping you on the bed.
That night the two of you just laid there, you sleeping in his arms and him staying awake to protect you, now and forever.
