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summary: old acquaintances turn out to be a completely different entity– maybe the “trickster” isn’t as obnoxious when he finds out fate doesn’t exclude archangels from finding their mate.
warnings: set in s5 approx, sam & dean appearance, cursing, mentions of violence, apocalypse, soulmate au, gabriel being his usual self, crack fic for now, eventual gabe x reader.
(a/N) m thinking of making a series of this plus maybe a castiel version too cause i love cas w all my heart, so let me know if u like it so far/any ideas you have!!
★ thank u @arteriesdrained for the request
Gabriel doesn’t take anything seriously.
God knows it, the Winchesters know it, both Heaven and Hell know it.
His first appearance was under a whole different persona– including a whole different category of creature or however the Hell he called it.
Well, that was until today.
You, Sam and Dean were trapped inside some dingy motel off an Indiana road– apparently a bunch of Gods felt threatened by the whole chaos that comes with the impending apocalypse. You’d be freaking out about the cannibal gods but at this point nothing really surprised you… For God’s sake your best friends were destined to fight to the death with Michael and Lucifer using their bodies.
Kali’s weirdly eerie monologue towards the rest of the entities is cut off by the sound of a door banging open– “Can’t we all just get along?” A voice singsongs mockingly, clearly unbothered by the apparent seriousness of this situation. “Sam, Dean, new little friend–” The man greets with a curt nod and a dismissive wave of his hand. “ –always wrong place, worst time with you muttonheads, huh?”
Normally, you’d immediately snap back at whoever messed with your friends– right now, you’re too busy gawking at the pair of wings behind this random man… angel? God?
“Well hello, guess my invitation got lost in the mail, but I’m here to talk about the elephant in the room–” One of the deities goes to stand up and the man quickly shuts him down, “ –not you, Ganesh, the Apocalypse ring a bell?” He winces with faux pity. “We can’t fight it, gang… But anyways, first things first” The man turns around to face y’all, “The adults need to have a chat” and with a snap of his fingers you’re all back in your room.
“Who the Hell was that?” You blurt out, completely dumbfounded by the whole situation while letting yourself drop onto the couch.
“That’s the trickster” Sam explains patiently, meanwhile Dean paces around the room, grumbling to himself and rubbing a hand over his jaw furiously. “Remember when we told you about this deity that made people die in elaborate pranked illusions? That’s the guy”
“Isn’t the trickster god supposed to be Loki or something?” You reply, still utterly confused.
“Technically, yes, he’s the son of an ice giant and though not directly related to Odin he later becomes his blood brother–” His nerdy ramble is cut off by the sudden company, the ‘trickster’ standing smugly by the foot of the bed.
“Sam you make me all tingly with that big brain of yours” He muses with teasing sarcasm, rolling his eyes and fixing his stance.
“Listen, here we don’t have time for your bullshit tricks–” Dean interrupts, grabbing the shorter man by the fabric of his jacket to which he simply raises his hands in mock surrender, a cheeky smile still on his face.
“Easy there big guy, I just saved your bacon”
“Saved our bacon? Saved our bac–” The eldest Winchester cuts himself off with a frustrated groan, shoving the trickster free. The man seems unbothered by the way he hums under his breath, taking a seat on the table next to Sam.
You scoff, still freaking out about everything while gesturing vaguely in the man’s general direction. “Is no one gonna address that?”
Sam looks up from his laptop, giving you his signature ‘confused, worried puppy’ look, prompting you to explain further because they were clearly not following.
“The– that?” You sputter in utter disbelief. “The freakin’ wings all glowy and shit?” Your hands are still gesturing at the ‘trickster’ to emphasize your point. “Since when do norse gods have wings?”
Might as well say the sky is green or something cause all three men fall silent, various expressions staring back at you– all of them utterly baffled.
“What the Hell are you talkin’ about?” Dean asks in a sigh, today’s events starting to get too much on his nerves and barely there patience.
“Are you kiddin’ me right now?” You chuckle in disbelief, hoping the brothers were playing some kind of sick prank on you by acting oblivious… It was either that or you’d officially lost it and started seeing things.
“Sweets you saying you can see all this?” The man stands up, pointing vaguely at himself (mainly the caramel colored wings tucked behind him).
“Nooo…” Your reply, words dripping with sarcasm as you scoff. “The shiny, feathery things behind you are just totally easy to ignore”
“Okay now what the actual fuck are y’all speakin’ about?” The blonde chimes in, a deep scowl etched onto his forehead, a hint of worry behind his gruff bravado.
“Alrighty then…” the ‘trickster’ claps his hands, “Guys, you remember the whole ‘me-being-a-trickster’ deal, am I right?” Sam and Dean nod along, albeit cautiously. “Turns out I’m not really that” He adds with a simple shrug, like it was no big deal.
Sam shoots him a baffled look while Dean seems to be at his wit's end, wishing to be anywhere but here. (He knew it was too good to be true when they had an all you can eat pie buffet…)
“Semantics” The man waves a hand dismissively in the air, like this was just another one of his tricks he could brush off without any consequences. “Norse god, archangel… samesies”
The youngest Winchester sputters– apparently, angels were becoming a recurring part of our messed up lives. (No hate towards Castiel, he was actually a pretty neat guy, given the circumstances and all…) “Wait you’re– You’re telling us all this time you’ve been an Archangel?” He scoffs, standing up in all of his 6’4” glory to tower over the archangel. “What angel creates fake aliens to slow dance with college students for laughs and giggles?”
“Name’s Gabriel, nice to formally meet you all”
“Gabriel?” Dean echoes– skepticism etched into his pretty features.
“Wait a second, you’re telling us that instead of Loki you’re the messenger angel that told Mary she was pregnant with Jesus?” Sam being openly distrusting, somewhere between amusement and suspicion– which was fair given the previous antics he’d pulled on them. Especially the whole trapping them in a variety of television shows to get them to ‘know their role’ regarding the Apocalyptic mishap.
“Not my best highlight but sure, let’s go with that” Gabriel was truly one weird little guy (to be fair, anyone was little standing between the Winchester brothers… weirdly tall lumberjacks) he seemed to be having a blast with this whole situation, waving his hands vaguely and drawing out words like it was any other Saturday night and not a whole ass biblical enlightenment. “And you, sweetcheeks–” He points at you with an over the top flick of his wrist. “ –can see my wings” the angel hums amused.
“I guess…?” You reply, still lost, a confused frown creasing your forehead.
“What’s up with that?” Dean adds.
“What’s up, is that your pretty huntress is my mate” Gabriel grins proudly, rocking on the tips of his feet like some proud little kid instead of a millenia-year-old entity with power to smite half the world if he felt like it.
“Mate?” Sam replies, chewing over the word as if it were a completely different language. “As in soulmate? Thought those were just myths, I’ve never read anything where it mentioned their existence, much less some sort of destined bond with the Messenger of God"
“Goldstar for chewbacca, nobody hits the book quite like you” Gabriel smiles with faux appreciation, pointing lovingly at Sammy like he was an endearing pal instead of a fully trained hunter making a valid point, regarding his friend.
Sam rolls his eyes, that annoyed-little-brother-face on full display as he carries on, more than used to dealing with obnoxious people (like his brother). “What I meant to say is what the Hell are you talking about, Gabriel?”
“Guess we’ll have plenty of time to figure it out” The archangel hums, winking at you before disappearing with a faint flutter of wings– leaving you and two very confused Winchesters behind.
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In “Free To Be You And Me” Dean tells Cas that “when humans want something really, really badly we lie.”
In “I’m No Angel” Dean tells Cas that he made a deal with April to spare her if she brought Cas back to life but Dean killed her afterward anyway and when Cas hears this he says “You lied.” and smiles
A/N: first time writing cas, apologies if this is OOC
exams will be the end of me I swear to god.
Thinking about how Cas would wrap his wings around reader whenever they're close to him—even though they wouldn't be able to feel or see them.
If they're walking beside him? He'd wrap his wings around them.
If they catch him off guard by randomly hugging him? He'd freeze for a second, but then he'd pull them closer and then he'd wrap his wings around them. He would definitely stay like that until reader decided to pull away, being too scared to move —even the tiniest bit—in case he somehow ruined the moment with his awkwardness when it comes to human behaviours.
If they're tucked against his side while watching a movie? He'd wrap an arm and wing around them without saying a word.
If they wake up from a bad dream? He'd pull them into his lap, kissing the top of their head, mumbling something along the lines of "it was only a dream, you're safe. I've got you. I've got you," until they fall asleep again. He would then wrap his wings around them for the rest of the night and make sure they slept well.
