Gabriel definitely needs more love. 2 + 25 for the prompts?
Vamp Nest
Genre; Hurt/comfort
Word Count; 1.7k
Warnings; Canon-typical violence and threat
Pairings; Gabriel (Supernatural) x Reader
Prompts; âWho did this to you?â // They carry you when you try to be tough about an injury. Requests closed at time of writing.
Indeed he does, and absolutely! Iâm so sorry for the long delay in writing but this is the last Supernatural prompt I had left â the backlog is officially clear! Iâm not reopening prompts at the moment as I have a lot of my own ideas I want to write, but I may open them in the future. Lemme know what you think! Also it was fun to do these same two prompts for Lucifer and then Gabriel â Gabriel would definitely be far more normal about caring for a human than Lucifer lol. Hope you enjoy!
Masterlist
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Things had well and truly gone wrong by the time Gabriel arrived. Yourself and the Winchesters were working an ordinary enough job. There were reports of people going missing and then showing up a few days later with their throats ripped out and their blood mysteriously drained. The three of you had gone to investigate, expecting one single vampire based on the rate of killings. Maybe two at most. What you had gotten was ten.
They were using an abandoned barn as their nest, and the only reason there werenât more missing persons reports were because the people they were killing werenât being reported as missing. More than one of their victims had been working on local farms unofficially, and there were a good few people living off grid in the vicinity. The group of them were clever. They were planning out their victims, picking people who wouldnât be missed or who wouldnât be reported as missing for weeks. By the time the true scale of their devastation was discovered, they would be long gone.
Or they would have been, had it not been for you and the Winchesters. You had taken down one each with fairly little trouble, because you had caught them unaware. Of course, it had been your luck that you hadnât actually found the nest until almost sunset. The three of you were quickly overwhelmed as the vamps gained strength with the oncoming night. Then, things turned from bad to worse. While you were fighting off two vamps in front of you, a third attacked you from behind. You managed to avoid its teeth, just, but you werenât so lucky when it came to the claws. They cut clean across your shoulder and chest, only just missing your throat. You went down with a cry, dirt and dust getting in the wounds immediately. The vamps paused, scenting the blood like sharks. When they stared down at you, all you could see was the delight they would take in your death. There was nothing human about their eyes, and it had taken you until that moment to realise.
But somehow, all wasnât yet lost. The Winchesters managed to break away from their own fights and drag you away from imminent death just in time. They fought off the entire nest, impossibly, keeping you safe behind them on pure adrenaline and nothing more. You would have thanked any deity listening when they burst through the doors to the barn and into the last rays of the dying sun. This was a fight Sam and Dean werenât going to be able to win, and you had minutes to get back to the car and get the hell away before they followed. Once outside, you fought off Deanâs grip as best as he would let you and the three of you started running for the car. He still insisted on keeping your good arm slung around his shoulders.
You realised, just a little too late, that your own adrenaline was wearing out once you got back onto the dirt track where Dean had parked the impala. You were suddenly light headed, the air you were breathing not getting into your system fast enough to keep up with your exertion. You shook your head as it began to spin, forced your feet to move one in front of the other and ignored the way the world kept tipping around you unnaturally until you simply couldnât any longer. Your weight slipped off Deanâs shoulder far too easily. He was just concerned enough about getting to the car before the vamps got to you that your arm fell straight through his grip.
You crumpled onto the dirt track, reeling, uncertain even which direction the car was in. You raised a hand to wipe at an uncomfortable sensation on your chest, and it came away bloody. Far too bloody. In fact, blood had soaked through your clothes and was dripping freely onto the dirt below you. You tried to draw a deep breath and it only made you more light headed. You needed to cover the wound with something, to staunch the blood flow. Golden light flickered over Deanâs hair, the open farmland growing dimmer by the second. The barn was still in sight.
You needed to get away now.
Balance completely gone, you dragged yourself to standing and took a step towards where you through the car was. Not a second later, there was yelling and a frantic flurry of movement as arms wound around you. The ground was far closer than it should have been.
âIâm fine,â you muttered, getting your feet under you but failing to accurately judge where the ground was. Had it not been for Sam â you thought it was Sam â you would have ended up falling over again.
â-Must have been deeper than we thought-â
Deanâs voice was distinct from his brotherâs, but you couldnât work out where he was. Your vision was starting to go dark around the edges. You were slowing Sam and Dean down. You had to leave.
You got your feet underneath you once more, apparently managing a few steps in the right direction.
â-You go, thatâs it. Almost-â
That was definitely Sam. A bright light bloomed around you, making you frown. It was a blue light, definitely nothing to do with the sunset. There were no electric lights nearby to cause it and even Deanâs headlights had a slight yellow hue to them. You supposed it was possible you were hallucinating.
An arm tightened around your waist and you felt a pressure at the back of your legs, like Sam was trying to lift you up. You kicked back, probably more weakly than you would have liked, and stepped away from the pressure. You couldnât risk slowing them down any more.
âSugar, you canât fight me under normal circumstances and you know it.â
You turned towards Gabrielâs southern drawl on instinct, even though you had to have been hallucinating. There was no way he was in the middle of the same random patch of endless Kansas farmland as you. But the hazel eyes you met, the flecks of green and gold glowing in whatever was left of the sun, looked so much like his. Working out whether he was a hallucination or not took so much of your dwindling concentration that you were lifted clean off your feet. In the next breath, your dizziness was gone and the world around you was once again solid. And it was quite definitely Gabrielâs chest you were being cradled against.
You blinked in surprise, your arms moving to his shoulders on instinct. He gave you a quick smile as you stuttered in confusion, a hint of his usual playfulness which did not reach his eyes in the slightest. He dropped any pretence at warmth or humour the second his gaze landed on your torn and bloody shirt, and the pristine, perfect skin underneath it.
âWho did that to you, hm?â
Gabriel was too still where he held you. His grip may have been gentle, but the muscles in his arms were wound like corded steel. His stare was harsh in a way he had never before directed towards you, enough to block out whatever Sam and Dean were calling behind you.
âUh⊠vampires,â you murmured, entranced by the light impression you had of ozone which seemed to coil around Gabriel like a living serpent.
âThe barn?â He asked, his thumb brushing along your now uninjured shoulder deceptively lightly.
You nodded.
âWhich is why we need to get the hell outta here!â Dean yelled, loud and frustrated.
âNo. No need.â Gabriel walked over to the impala with you, setting you back down on your feet next to the brothers with a wink and another one of those false smiles. âBe right back.â
He simply disappeared into thin air, just as the sun finally dipped below the horizon. But as the next few minutes passed by, nothing happened. No vampires came, nothing tried to kill you. There was nothing more than a light breeze through the grass. One minute, you were standing in a field in the middle of nowhere. The next, you, the Winchesters and the impala were in the bunkerâs garage. Gabriel reappeared in front of you as each of you let out various indignant cries, all along the lines of the fact that absolutely everyone deserved to get a warning before being zapped anywhere by an angel.
âYou donât need to worry about that nest anymore,â Gabriel said as he hands landed gently on your shoulders, soothing up and down as if he needed to convince himself that you were okay.
âI, uh. Thank you?â Sam managed, shaking off the uncomfortable feeling that came with the angelic method of transportation.
Dean, on the other hand, was still leaning on the hood of the impala with a hand covering his mouth.
âWhat is it with you freakinâ angels and keep zapping me places without any warning!â He yelled as he straightened, seemingly to the room at large.
Maybe Cas was listening, wherever he had gotten to. Gabriel rolled his eyes generously.
âYouâre welcome,â he muttered, though his attention was very much still on you. âYou okay, sugar?â
You smiled, resting a hand over his own.
âThank you for healing me and getting us out of there,â you told him, laughing at how he all but preened under the praise.
âBut of course, you know I would do anything for you.â He gave you another wink, and finally a proper hug. âFancy a movie night? Popcorn, chocolate, the works? Iâll getcha whatever you want.â
You would have agreed to such an excellent proposition on any day, but you knew Gabriel needed the time with you to completely convince himself that you really were okay. He always worried that one day something would happen to you on a hunt and he wouldnât get there in time. That exact thought was what he was hiding beneath all his usual light hearted comments, so you slotted yourself against his side and encouraged him to head out of the garage and start that movie night as soon as possible.
