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In an effort to gain more support and recognition for the wonderful, beautiful ship that is Hannah x Gadreel, I give you the following AUâs:
hadreel au where gadreel is an ancient pagan god who looks after the lost children and youth of the world and hannah is a devoted follower and priestess who may or may not be adored by gadreel himself
hadreel au where gadreel and hannah were next-door neighbors and classmates growing up and gadreel used to tease hannah and pull her pigtails in class but grew up to be her best friend and helped her cut her hair when she became he
hadreel au where hannah is a math genius and gadreel is the âreluctantâ yet loyal intern who is secretly a math genius as well
hadreel au where hannah is running for president and gadreel is the very tired and cranky PR lead but whoops hannah is single and ready to mingle and look-ie there so is gadreel and being in charge of PR isnât going to lower this coming scandal
hadreel au where hannah and gadreel are boyfriends and fuck with societyâs gender rules their entire lives and have no plans of stopping
hadreel au where hannah and gadreel are grumpy apartment neighbors and are constantly sending complaints against each other and the manager gets so upset they plan a fake âmeetingâ and end up just locking the two together and forcing them to actually face each other and deal with it (bonus points if the apartment manager is castiel)
hadreel au where gadreel is the sassy university librarian and hannah is the overworked professor who has no time for this thank you very much
hadreel au were hannah and gadreel are joint presidents of an executive company and everyone is simultaneously terrified of their incredible leadership and sharp decision making skills but also totally in awe of how totally in love these two idiots are and no one knows if hannah and gadreel even know about it yet
It took Gadreel all of a moment to recognize the subtle difference to Hannahâs frame. It was a strange thing to angels, dealing with vessels and how they influenced an angelâs identity. It didnât cover much of anything, more like a transparent veil than anything else. But it was just enough of a change, like a shade of color, that Gadreel found himself blinking in surprise.
âYou changed your vessel,â he stated, uncaring that it was obvious. He was surprised. The change was nice. Hannahâs grace was always pulsing and blue. Her old vessel always added a subtle hue of yellow, like the sunlight. This new vessel had a green hue, mixing with the blue grace in harmony.Â
âI did,â Hannah replied, looking down at their clothes. Hannah touched their chest and frowned. âI swore I never would again. Today I had to make the exception. I saw Castiel, on Earth at the gate.â
Gadreel raised his eyebrows and stepped closer.Â
âAre you alright?â He asked. âWhat do you plan to do?â
Hannah shook their head and crossed their arms. âI donât know,â Hannah replied, honest. âSomething about this vessel feels... right. From the memories here, I donât believe there are any relatives or partners that are waiting to be reunited, and I sense no will to leave from this vessel. I might stay like this, at least for now.â
Gadreel smiled and watched as Hannah stepped closer, only a foot away. They were almost the same height now, but even still Hannah was shorter--both in grace and frame. Gadreel would have chuckled under different circumstances, knowing that they were at least close enough to share moments of humor and affection. But this moment was serious, and there was no need for it to be spoken.Â
He reached out his hands and touched the edges of Hannahâs arms, lingering but not forceful in the chance Hannah didnât want physical contact. Gadreel always gave them that choice.Â
âWhat can I do for you?â Gadreel asked, knowing Hannah would see past his words for what they meant. What could he do to make the transition easier? He knew this would not be a light decision, but he and Hannah had bonded since Metatron. Much had changed, and Gadreel believed that he could be trusted even now. Whatever Hannah needed, he was willing to do.
Hannah smiled gently and placed their hand over Gadreelâs.Â
âI am still Hannah,â they replied. âBut perhaps it would be easier to refer to me as âheâ while I am in this vessel. I find it... settling.â
âThe Winchesters might also appreciate it,â Gadreel added. Hannah rolled his eyes and smirked.
âYes, Iâm sure,â Hannah muttered. âThank goodness not everything is about them.â
âThey might disagree.â
âLet them,â Hannah chuckled. He looked up into Gadreelâs eyes and raised his free hand, cupping his cheek in a silent gesture of affection. Gadreel held back from leaning into the touch, but he knew Hannah was aware. Hannahâs thumb caressed his cheek bone before pulling away.
âWe have work to do,â Hannah stated. Gadreel nodded in understanding. Back to business, as usual. But they both had the satisfaction of knowing that at least neither of them would be alone. They were partners after all.
whole coffee beans, mugs doodled on with thin tip sharpie, rocks painted every shade of green, rain on warm nights, fog in the morning, cleanliness and brogues.
god. These are so refreshing to read, each thing feels like a content sigh. I love it, thank you
Dean Drabble Day: Dean might have a crush on his professor, Cain. Dean might just daydream instead of studying and end up in his professor's office asking for help.
Silver fox hair, sparkling blue eyes, a rumbling voice that echoed across the entire room⌠Yeah, Dean was sunk.
He didnât mean for it to happen, but that could be said for most things in Deanâs life. All he knew was that he walked into his history class, and one look at his professor had Dean sinking into a bottomless pool of blue. After that it was a matter of evading notice and hopelessly wishing Professor Cain Adams would notice him anyway.
âYou got it bad,â Charlie teased between classes, punching his arm and winking. Dean groaned. He wished sheâd slap some sense into him.
Nothing good could come from pining after his professor. He wasnât in some shitty chick flick. He was a man, damn it. He could treat this like an adult. It wasnât like he was a minor crushing on his high school teacher. He was in a university and could drink legally. He could do this.
Because he wasnât an idiot, he asked his friends for advice first. Charlie was amused but helpful, even offering to create a master plan with Dean if he asked. Cas was hesitant.Â
âYou do realize how that would look, right?â His friend asked.Â
Dean nodded. âYeah,â he replied, âbut I only have a few weeks left in his class. After I move on itâs perfectly fine.â
Cas raised an eyebrow, but in the end, gave his support.
The plan was to start talking to the man more. Dean wasnât just looking to go to bed with the man, although that was definitely something Dean spent too long fantasizing about in class. He wanted to know him. He wanted to find out what the man liked, what made him happy.Â
Dean never went into anything half-assed, and he certainly wouldnât when he wanted the affection of Professor Cain Adams.Â
It started with help after class. Dean found reasons as often as possible to visit his professor, sitting across the desk from him as Professor Adams explained to him the different relationships of kings and founding fathers. Dean almost dared to believe Professor Adams stared at him, eyes bright and twinkling curiously whenever he thought Dean wasnât looking. Dean noticed anyway. He held onto it fiercely.
After enough visits, Dean began talking to him more often in the hallways. He was surprised by how often he ran into the professor. He saw him every day, almost smacking into his chest on one occasion that still made Dean blush just to think about.
The professor had looked good that day. Really good. There was a certain way crimson fell across the manâs shoulders, and the way blue accented his eyes and made his hair seem even lighter. The day Dean ran into him Professor Adams wore a green vest and a slate gray jacket. There was nothing Dean wanted more than to unbutton everything and run his fingers across the other manâs chest.Â
âIs there something I can help you with, Mr. Winchester?â Professor Adams had asked, eyes bright and dancing.Â
Dean licked his lips and smiled, hoping his anxiety didnât show.Â
âSorry,â he hurried, stepping away and hastily brushing the manâs arm where Dean had (brilliantly) crashed into him. âAre you alright?â
The man rumbled in soft laughter, nodding and bending down to pick up some fallen papers. Dean hastily joined him and helped him stack.
âIâm perfectly fine,â Professor Adams replied. âBut itâs a good thing I saw you. I meant to talk to you.â
âR-Really?â Dean asked, cursing himself for stuttering. Professor Adams nodded with a small smile.Â
âYes,â he said. âMeet me in my office after class, if youâre free.â
âI am,â Dean promised, standing and blushing when the professorâs fingers touched his own, taking the remainder of his papers.Â
âGood,â he replied. âI will see you then.â
Dean swallowed and watched the man go. His heart didnât stop hammering for a moment.
âŚ
In Professor Adamâs office the decor was homey and comfortable. Dean sank into the armchair across from the manâs desk, oddly feeling perfectly at peace in the room despite his nerves at being invited by Professor Adams himself.Â
âIâm glad you could make it, Mr. Winchester,â Professor Adams was saying, taking a seat in his chair behind the desk. Dean admired the way the light from the open window touched the manâs features. It made him look other-worldly, ageless and elegant.Â
Dean sighed at the beauty of it, but quickly shook himself out of it.
âHave I done something wrong, sir?â
Professor Adams smirked. He didnât stay seated for long and soon stood, wandering around the desk until he was directly in front of Dean. He sat on the edge of the wood desk and leaned over, eyes calculating and curious. Dean swallowed and leaned back.
âNot at all,â Professor Adams replied. âAlthough Iâve noticed certain behaviors that I thought I might mention.â
âBehaviors?â
The professor hummed in approval.Â
âIâm going to ask you to be completely honest with me, Mr. Winchester.â
âOf course,â Dean rushed.Â
âHave you been attempting to seduce me?â
Dean felt all the blood drain from his face to his toes. Shit.
Silence reigned in the room for several moments. Professor Adams waited patiently, expectant, while Dean raced to find some kind of answer that wouldnât ruin everything.
In the end, it was Professor Adamâs knowing gaze that cracked him. Dean gave in and sighed.
âYes,â he replied, honest.
Professor Adams nodded slowly. âYou seek to bed me.â
âNo!â Dean exclaimed, but at the professorâs raised eyebrows, he faltered. âWell, yes. But I was actually trying to ask you out first.â
âOh?â The professor looked curious. Dean nodded hard.
âDinner,â he explained, licking his lips. âI⌠I think youâre beautiful, yes. But youâre confident, and youâre passionate about your work and what you believe. I admire that. I want to know you more⌠just not entirely related to historical studies.â
Professor Adams leaned back. He didnât smile, but he didnât appear angry either. His features were calm and relaxed. He was waiting.
Dean tried not to sweat. âAnd then, maybe,â he concluded, âI certainly wouldnât mind sleeping with you either. Far from it⌠actually.â
Professor Adams nodded slowly. âWell then,â he stated, making Dean jump. âWe have a situation, donât we?â
âWhat?â Dean asked.
The professor shrugged and uncrossed his arms, settling his hands on either side of him. A small smile spread across his face and Dean felt his heart race.
âDinner sounds excellent,â the professor explained. âAlthough Iâll have to take a raincheck. You see, people might wonder why Iâm dating one of my own students. In two weeks that wonât be a problem, donât you think?â
It was all Dean could do not to jump from his seat.Â
âYes!â He exclaimed, beaming. âI can wait. Itâs no problem. Iâm happy to wait.â
âNot too happy, I hope,â the professor raised an eyebrow. Dean laughed and shook his head.
âNot that happy, no,â Dean replied. âBut is that a promise?â
The professor chuckled. âOnly if you call me Cain.â
Dean grinned and nodded. âAbsolutely.â
Two weeks later Dean sat in the back of Professor Cain Adamâs car, full and happy, and lip locked with the most gorgeous teacher heâd ever had. Dean didnât regret a thing.
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