#dean loves doctor sexy

[valeron99]

You are allowed to want what you want and what you love.

[found--family]

met my new doctor today and is2g he was wearing dean's fruity boots paired with medium wash jeans and plaid-esque patterned business shirt and i almost snapped a pic for reference but sadly failed anyway now i have dr dean brainworms where the kids call him that instead of his last name and adults refer to him as real life dr sexy and he's the sweetest bean who's great with kids and everyone is charmed by that boyish smile and charisma but while he drives a badass black muscle car from the 60s he's also an endearing nerd with novelty mugs and pjs and he wears glasses for reading and volunteers at the local fun run sam takes part in and has an embarrassing not-so-secret crush on the honey stall guy at the farmer's market who turns out to also be an economics teacher at the community college and an ex-soldier and is somehow inept with computers but loves emojis and dean knows this not because he got up the courage to ask the guy out but because blue eyes got hurt at the fun run shielding someone from a wayward sign that blew away anyway they got to talking and talked more when cas came in for a follow-up and they just kind of hit it off and stay in touch and a friendship blossoms and dean doesn't want to blow it by pushing for more plus he loves being friends with cas and before long cas knows as much about his past as anyone close to him like how he practically raised sammy and their childhood was pretty dark for a while but he put himself through med school with barwork and as a mechanic for his uncle bobby and he learns all about cas' bees and visits his little farm and hears how he was homeless for a time after cutting ties with his homohobic family and he has an adopted son in his 20s and dean tries not to fixate on the fact that cas is gay but hope blooms in his chest meanwhile it doesn't change the fact that they already eat homecooked meals together and go to movie nights in the park and dean meets jack and takes him fishing and cas gets the official seal of approval from charlie when they all go larping together and their first kiss isn't actually with each other bc it's at a christmas festival and they're standing under mistletoe but cas kisses the stuffed nemo dean is holding which he won on the ring toss which cas helped him cheat at and they build a snowman which cas tries to turn into a bee but ends up looking like an angel and dean says something stupid about cas being his angel and wants to blame it on the mulled wine and immediately regrets it but cas responds to dean's foolish flirtation with a real kiss and then ofc it starts snowing and they huddle closer in the cold and it's the start of a new chapter in their relationship and honestly dean couldn't have asked for a better gift 

[arabella-s-arts]

Scenes/Things in Supernatural that genuinely don't make sense to me if Dean was straight:

The confession booth scene.

Sam just rolling with the fact that Dean's siren is a guy while still thinking sirens infect people through sex.

Dean being flustered by several men: Gunner Lawless, Aaron, Doctor Sexy, etc.

All the parallels between Destiel and other couples. (A big one being "last night on Earth" bc how do you do that accidentally.)

Having all the gay jokes be on Dean instead of Sam.

Paralleling Sam meeting his childhood celebrity crush with Dean meeting Gunner Lawless.

The boner Dean got when Cas cleaned up.

Dean gulping after Cas does an impression from a Western movie.

Charlie, a lesbian, calling Castiel "dreamy."

The way Mary looks at Dean and Cas when they hug.

Dean wondering why everyone assumes he's gay, while Sam not caring.

The logic that Charlie can't flirt with guys because she's only attracted to women, but then having Dean flirt with the guy for her.

Dean seeming disappointed when learning that Aaron's flirting was fake.

The amount of time Dean and Cas spend staring at each other.

Dean canonically having an orgy with Crowley.

A woman saying that she knows when someone's pining for someone else to Dean, just for us to learn that Dean was never in love with Amara.

The set design and script choices that lead to a cross in the background while Dean said "I do." to Cas after he came back to life.

Edit: To the people who say I can't use the siren as an example because the siren is supposed to be his brother, and therefore his siren being a man doesn't work. If you reread that bullet point, then you will realize that I didn't put it down as just simply Dean's siren being a man. I recognize that the siren is supposed to be his brother. It's the fact that Sam still thinks the siren infects people through sex, not knowing that it's actually through saliva when he realizes who the siren is. So when he sees that Dean's siren is a guy, he had to assume they had sex, and he does not seem surprised by this at all.

[shallowrambles]

Btw, my dad has become officially weird about Dean, and I think congratulations is in order.

[calthinez]

Pie kinda guy

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Dean loves all pies. He loves apple pie on festive holidays like thanksgiving, and cherry pie in the summer. But Deans all time favorite pie... is cream pie ;)

A/N: Have you guys watched 'The boys'? I think it's so weird watching Jensen play Soldier boy after watching him play Dean for so long. Also, I have no idea if somebody came up with this idea before me. If there has been a post like this before, let me know. I hope you guys enjoy this <3 This could also be summarized as "a collection of times Dean has nutted in you" but I think my wordplay is much more fun.

Warnings: smut (obvi) creampie, fingering, quickeys, unprotected sex,

The first of many times is when you and Dean are at the bunker alone. Neither of you felt like going out into town to shop for groceries, so you both volunteered Sam to go out.

After seeing Sam out, you and Dean ventured into the 'dean cave' to watch some stupid hospital drama show about sexy doctors. "What's your deal, huh? What did Dr. Sexy ever do to you?" Dean asked you, accusatively. You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior, the both of you walking to the two-seater lazy boy couches. This show was Deans ride-or-die, and Chuck forbid anybody had anything negative to say about it.

You sat down in the seat next to him with your blanket and curled your legs into your body while Dean pulled the lever to recline his seat back. "Nothing, I shouldn't have said anything." You knew Dean would die defending the honor of this show, and you really didn't want to go back and forth with him. "Mhm yeah." He's being smug now. Smug because he knows you'll stay and watch his doctor show, even though you think its stupid.

Not even ten minutes into the show you're bored out of your mind. If you were to make a list of 100 things you could do with Dean to occupy your time, this show would be at the bottom of the list. After a while of daydreaming of all your could-be activities, you come up with a devious plan.

"I'm cold." You whine to Dean, scootching and snuggling up close to him. He coos at you as he slings his arm around your back, his hand resting just above your ass. "Well, I'll warm you right up, sweetheart."

He was completely oblivious to your plans.

A few minutes later and you start resting your hand on his upper-thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. He doesn't say anything about it though, thinking maybe that's just where you hand coincidentally landed. Towards the halfway mark of the episode, you move your hand from his thigh to directly on his groin. He looks at you with a devious glint in his eyes. "Watcha doing there, Y/N." You smirk and don't respond, instead, you gently squeeze his cock through his jeans.

Dean is now completely ignoring the show playing on the TV. He's got you on his lap. your legs straddling his thighs. Both of your pants long discarded. He's kissing you so fast and forcefully you think your lips might bruise.

You slide your hand up and down his bare chest a few times before you finally reach down to his ignored cock. You wrap your hand around the head of his cock. Softly dragging your thumb to collect the precum you start to pump his shaft.

Dean has always been vocal when it comes to having sex with you. Anytime you fuck or you suck his sock he's always moaning like a whore. Hell, even when he eats you out its like its just as enjoyable for him as it is for you.

This time is no exception, he's moaning into your mouth through kisses. "I want- I want to be inside of you." He says in-between kisses.

You smile against his lips and nod your head. Dean pushes your panties to the side as you hoist yourself up with the help of his shoulders. After positioning his cock into the enterance of your pussy you sink down, letting out a high-pitched mewl into his open mouth.

"Thats it.. that's it, pretty" Dean encourages you as you're getting adjusted to the stretch of his large cock. You take him balls deep, the burn from the stretch is familiar and welcomed.

One of Deans hands rests on your hip, the other makes its way to your clit to rub fast tight circles. You moan into his mouth as the heat creeps its way into your belly. "You're drenching my cock, sweetheart." He mumbles into your ear, his gruff voice sending shivers down your spine.

You can feel your orgasm quickly approaching. "You close, Y/N? I'm close." Dean moans. You known neither of you are going to last much longer. You lay your head onto his shoulder, no longer holding in your moans. "I'm gonna cum- can I cum in you, sweetheart, please?" He begs as he erratically kisses your jaw and neck.

You nod your head and squeak out a few 'yes's. Deans movements quicken as he hums sweet praises into your ear. The tight coil in your belly abruptly snaps, you cum hard around Deans cock. He isn't long after you. He releases into you, the both of you now panting from your orgasm.

*

The next time is at one of the dingy motels during a hunt. It was definitely more risky than before. You Sam and Dean all decided to share one motel room. The three of you drawing straws to see who would have to sleep on the crusty couch.

In the middle of the night, while Sam is fast asleep, Dean comes to your bed. "Bathroom quicky?" He asks you in a hushed tone. Dean smirks when you nod your head and follow him to the bathroom.

He shuts the door and you hop up on the sink. Dean stands in-between your legs. "We cant be loud, Dean," you tell him. "What? I'm never loud." He lies to you. You shake your head and lightly laugh at him, "Mhm, yeah." You say to him just before he kisses you.

You've been hunting with the boys for maybe two and a half years, sleeping with Dean for a year. Never once have you guys had sex in the same "room" as Sam, you always thought it was too risky. Dean was definitely getting more needy for you. He even lets you sit up front in Baby with him.

You dont have the chance to think too much more about the nature of your relationship with him because soon enough Deans hands roughly grab at your boobs over your shirt. The kiss is messy, also. Tongues meeting together in a slobbery mess. The hand not occupied by groping you is wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body. You can feel his hard-on through his pajama pants, staining against the fabric.

Dean abruptly stops kissing you for only a moment to pull both your pants and panties from your body, letting them fall to the floor. "You're so wet already." Dean praises to you as he feels you with his middle finger. "Do I make you like this?" He teases, his middle finger slowly circling over your clit. You eagerly nod your head.

"Just fuck me already, Dean." You're sick of his teasing and want to feel him already. He smirks and drops his pants. He sets one of his hands on your thigh and the other grips the base of his cock to pump it a few times. He lines himself up with the entrance of your pussy and teasingly slowly bottoms out. Dean grabs your jaw and brings your face to his to kiss you again.

Its an awkward position to be fucking in but you don't really care, with his cock inside of you and his thumb circling your clit you don't focus on the face that your ass is going slightly numb from sitting on the resin top. Trying to be as quiet and as quick as possible Dean starts pounding into you.

The only sound coming from the small bathroom was both of your held-in moans and exasperated breathing along with the wet sloppy sounds of skin meeting skin. You were sure that is Sam woke up he would her you, you hoped he was still passed out on the bed. Because that would be very awkward for all three of you.

Soon enough you feel the familiar tightness in your belly. You're sure Dean feels it too, with his stuttering hips and his jumpy breathing. "You wanna cum with me?" He asks in your ear. You nod and pull him back into a kiss. He rubs circles on your clit faster, bringing you closer to cumming.

It all suddenly snaps, the coil in your belly shatters and your legs shake around Deans waist. Dean cums not even a second after you, the squeeze from your orgasm brought him to his. He cums inside of you and he stays inside for a few moments. Collecting himself.

He kisses you on the mouth as he pulls out of you and pulls his pants back up. "I think I'm gonna shower." You say softly, breaking the silence. Dean smirks. "Without me?"

* Yet another time is in the back seat of Baby. You were honestly shocked when he brought it up to you. You never thought he'd ask you to get back seat freaky in Baby, that's his- well- baby.

He was on top of you, your legs were wrapped around his waist as he pumped into you in a slow speed. His mouth is on your tits, his tongue flicking over your nipples. The sensation was fueling the fire in your belly. The car windows actually started to fog from the released breaths of you too.

This time was much more drawn out. You guessed he was making up for the quicky that took place just a few days prior. He moves his head to your other breast to lick that one and massage the one he just had his mouth using his free hand.

Your moans are much louder than before, there isn't anything around where Dean parked the car. He kisses his way up to your lips from your chest, paying special attention to your collarbone to suck a light hickey onto your skin. Your nails scrape against the skin of his back.

Once he gets to your lips he speeds his pace up. Both of your mouths melting together. You whine into his mouth.

"There you go, sweetheart." he says as you grind your hips up to meet him mid thrust.

His hand reaches down in-between your bodies to rub circles on your clit. You feel the fire in your belly once again. Dean kisses you like he's a dying man, licking and nipping at your bottom lip.

The both of your bodies are slowly moving in sync. Your hand traces up his bicep to hold onto him. You squeeze his right bicep and he flexes his muscle against your hand. His scruffy cheeks tickle your face. All of these sensations are like a drug to you, you cannot get enough of Dean Winchester.

You cum first this time. It takes Dean a little while longer, desperate to make you finish first. He moans into your mouth when he finishes. Singing you quiet praises. He pulls out of you and he takes a moment to look as his cum seeps out of your pussy.

Dean pinches your cheek after he helps you clean up the mess between your legs. "You ready to head back?"

[holylulusworld]

A virgin at a sex store (4) - Caring cuddler

Summary: Your great aunt bequeathed her fortune to you. Her successful store in town. Problem is – it’s a sex store and you are a virgin.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: age gap (the reader is 25; Dean 34), cocky Dean, sick Dean, talk about sex, fluff, falling in love, flirting, teasing

A/N: It’s been a while…huh?

A virgin at a sex store masterlist

Catch up here: A virgin at a sex store (3) - Sweet seducer

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Morning, sweetheart,“ Dean waves at you when you enter the office you share. He grins and watches you sit down. “How have you … atchoo!” Dean sneezes and coughs. “Sorry.”

“Dean, are you sick?” You get up from your chair to check on Dean. He tries to pretend he’s not sick, but you won’t have it. You press the back of your hand to his forehead to check his temperature. “You’ve got a fever!”

“Yeah, for you,” he grins and grabs your waist to bring you onto his lap. Dean nuzzles his face in your neck, laughing as you squirm in his lap. “You give me fever…” 

He coughs again.

“Dean, you are sick. You need to take a few days off. Ruby can take care of the shop, and Charlie finished the website. I can call Kevin to come around to help Ruby.”

“I can’t take a day off,” he grumbles. “Let me have more coffee and I’ll be—” Dean sneezes again, wetting your neck.

“DEAN! EEK!” You mutter and slap his thigh. “You made it! Get up and follow me. I’m going to have a shower thanks to your snot on my neck and make you tea.”

Dean scrunches up his nose. “I hate tea. Give me booze and pie and I can work for hours.”

“No alcohol for you,” you hop off his lap and grab his hand to force him to get up. “Get up, Winchester. I’m going to nurse you back to life.”

He flashes you a smile. “Aw, you are going to be my sexy nurse. Tell me, will you wear a nice costume too?” Dean dips his head to look at one of the shelves. “I think we got some left. Over there.”

“No,” you jerk your head toward the door. “But I’ll get you some pie if you are a good boy and follow me home.”

He snickers. “That sounded dirty, sweetheart. I wouldn’t mind following you home, though. Just tell me what you want me to do to…atchoo!”

“You won’t do anything but lie in bed and take your medicine, Dean Winchester,” you point at the door. “Now come with me!”

“Hey, you won’t get up,” you say and push Dean back down. He huffs but allows you to cover him with another blanket. “You’re sick and have a fever. I got medicine for you. The doctor said you must drink a lot.”

“Beer? Booze?” He coughs again. “Your sweetness.”

“Water or tea,” you place the medicine and a cup of tea on the nightstand. “I know being sick sucks, but you need to take better care of yourself.”

Dean puckers his lips. “But you take good care of me. I think I’m in capable hands.” He leans back on your pillow and sighs. “You even got me pie and medicine.”

“You’re…” You sigh. Dean snuggles in your pillow, and you can’t help but smile. “I’ll get you another slice if you take the medicine and drink the tea now.”

“More pie for me.” Dean cocks a brow. “You’re not lying, right? I’ll get more pie if I take the medicine.”

“Why would I lie to you?” You turn to leave your bedroom. “I’ll get you a slice of pie and you will take the medicine. Do not try to trick me, Sir.”

“Sir?” He purrs the word. “I like it when you call me like that. Maybe you can do it more often.” Dean calls after you. “In another setting, though.”

“You’re so good to me,” Dean happily shovels the food you cooked for dinner into his mouth. He smirks as you watch him. “I took the medicine, I swear.” He sneezes and grunts. “Damnit, I hate having a cold.”

“You’ll live,” you snicker. “I will make sure of it.”

“I bet you will,” he winks at you before he shovels more food into his mouth. “You’ll nurse me back to life and I will pay you back with more than my presence.”

“How do you wanna pay me back? Can I drive your car?”

He chokes on the food. “No way! No one drives my Baby! Not even my brother.”

“Aw, but she’s so pretty and I’d like to go for a ride with her.”

“Yeah,” he ogles you shamelessly in your pajama pants. “I’d like to go for a ride too.” Dean sneezes. His fork drops to the ground, and he curses loudly. “Fuck you, stupid cold. I want to flirt with my girl, and you have to ruin it!”

My girl… Your heart flutters at his words. Dean grabs a tissue to blow his nose. He sighs and rubs his nose with the tissue. “I will kill whoever sneezed my way and got me sick.”

“I guess that’s what happens if you have contact with many people every day. We had a lot of customers last week. And not all of them wash their hands before they touch stuff at our store.”

“We should sell sanitizer with our dildos,” he snorts. “Maybe that’s not the worst idea.” Dean wrinkles his forehead. “What do you think? Wait! I have a slogan." He grins at you. "Do you want to make your partner happy? – All you got to do is buy lube and sanitizer to make your sex even better.”

You giggle. “Dean, that’s the worst slogan I ever heard.”

“Sweetheart, it’s an awesome slogan and you know it,” he grumbles under his breath and coughs again. “Wait! I got another one.” He makes a dramatic pause. “Before you touch the coochie, clean your pinky.”

“Coochie…pinky?” You start laughing loudly. Giggling and snorting. “Dean, we can’t do this!”

“Everyone coming to our store wants to play with the coochie or dick,” he points out. “Hygiene is important, Y/N. We should not forget about it.”

“I don’t know what was in the medicine the doctor prescribed, but it made you even funnier,” you say and sit next to Dean on the bed. You grab his hand and interlace your fingers with his. “We can talk about your new business idea when you are healthy again. Until then, I’ll take care of you.”

“Why are you so nice to me?” He asks, eyes dropping to your hand holding his. “You don’t have to take care of me.”

“Dean, you took care of me not weeks ago when I felt like crap. You helped me with my aunt’s business and accept that I can do whatever I want to,” you bring his hand to your lips to kiss it. “And I really like you.”

“I really like you too, Y/N,” he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “The moment I’m healthy again I’ll show you the breath stealer…” 

Tags in reblog.

[cas-is-my-weakness]

dean contains multitude and I'm fascinated by all of dean's interests

[winchester-girl67]

Imagine... Dean Knowing How To Cure Your Insomnia

Pairing: Dean x reader

Square: Falling asleep in their lap @spnfluffbingo​

Word Count: 674

Warnings: insomnia, fluff

A/N: Written for @spnfluffbingo​.

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You couldn't sleep, again and there was only one person who could always help with that, "Dean." You tapped on his bedroom door as you pushed it open.

He was sprawled out on his bed, laying on his stomach, "Hey, Y/N."

"What are you doing?"

You lingered by the door. You didn't want to invite yourself in if he wasn't in the mood for company. But honestly you knew Dean would never turn you away.

"Watching reruns of Doctor Sexy M.D., they're airing all night. And pizza," he held a slice up from the box, "I ordered too much, want some?"

"Sure," you said, Dean scooting over and patting the side of his bed.

You padded over and sat down next to him, grabbing a slice of pizza for yourself. You picked off the pepperoni and handed it to Dean like you always did. Pepperoni was too strong for this time of night, but Dean had a stomach of steel and added them to his slice.

It was rerun after rerun of Doctor Sexy M.D., each showing you'd already seen five or ten times and you and Dean reenacted the lines before the characters on the show did. Laughing hysterically when Dean slipped up and got one of the lines wrong and he swatted you with a pillow, claiming you distracted him by making fart sounds. You were making fart sounds with your mouth against your elbow, but you only did it because you loved hearing him laugh.

"So..." Dean alluded, side-eyeing you when you settled down. "Still can't get any sleep, huh?"

Of course he knew, he always knew, "Mmm, not really. I just can't get sleepy." You rolled onto your back and glanced over at him propped up on his elbow.

"I've got an idea, come on." Dean said, hopping out of bed and grabbing your hand.

He pulled you up out of bed before you had a chance to object, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," he chuckled, tugging you down the hall with him towards the garage.

"Wait, Dean, I'm in my pj's." You argued when he pushed you towards the Impala.

He smiled at you and playfully shoved you in the open door anyways. You landed on the bench-seat in a huff and he shut the door, joining you a moment later in the driver's seat. You glared at him.

"It's fine, nobody's gonna see you but me."

You rolled your eyes, "Ugh... Alright."

Dean drove you out to a field in the middle of nowhere. You had just started to nod off when he put the Impala in park and shut the engine. And now you were awake again.

He threw open his door and stepped out, leaning back inside when you didn't follow, "Come on."

"What are we doing?" You asked, settling into your spot next to him on the hood of the Impala.

He leaned back against the windshield and pointed up at the stars, "Look."

You laid down next to him and stared up at the sky. Stars twinkling and dancing against the endless backdrop of the universe. He didn't say a word, but shuffled closer and wrapped his arm around you.

"It's so pretty," you sighed and he agreed, kissing the top of your head.

A chill ran down your spine and Dean pulled you into his lap, rubbing his hands on your arms to warm you. You leaned your head back against his chest and gazed back at the stars.

"Do you know any constellations?" You asked, you were pretty sure you could pick out one or two.

"Mhm, there’s Orion," he pointed to the southwest and you followed his finger with your eyes, “the Big Dipper," he pointed northeast, "Cassiopeia," he pointed north.

He pointed out a few more but you started to nod off again and shut your eyes. Your breath evening out until he was sure you were asleep.

"Works every time." Dean mumbled, resting his cheek against the crown of your head and shutting his eyes too. "Night, sweetheart."

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 Dean/Jensen: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Propaganda why Dean Winchester is insufferable:

Really mean to Cas (called him a child, zero respect for him, calls him family and casts him out when the angels are looking for him), and an absolute dick to Jack (threatening to kill him CONSTANTLY)

>Was a misogynist (loved to call women skanks, bitches, hoes)

>Used gay as an insult multiple time during the show's run (idc if he's gay an homophobic, that's still insulting)

>Beat up his brother for being possessed

>Beat up his brother for losing his soul (not his brother's fault)

>Used dubious consent to get his brother possessed in a different unrelated possession incident after possession was being used (badly...this is supernatural after all) as a metaphor for SA

>Threatened to murder his brother when he was hallucinating (yay we aren't ableist)

>Locked a child up in a box

>Threatened to kill the child he locked up in a box

>Made a creepy, sexual comment about a barely-legal high school girl

>Got the woman and kid he was living with memory-wiped

misogynistic scumbag. theres also a few different times that dean finds teenagers sexy with the most recent and prominent example that i can recall being the scooby doo crossover episode in season 13 where hes super into daphne who in the version they chose for the episode is 15-16 and is interacting with her as if shes a real person cause they got magicked into the episode. he treats everyone around him like shit and the only time the narrative agrees that thats a bad thing is when he has the mark of cain put on him and hes acting no differently than he does usually its just now acknowledged that hes treating others like shit. ive been rewatching the show for shits and giggles with a friend and wow he really does not treat anyone well but i wanna focus on how he treats sam for a second cause dude's hobby seems to be ignoring what his brother wants and lying to sam about doing stuff that directly concerns him the demon blood and souless things are reasonable cause those were both Bad for sam but theyre still part of a wider pattern and the most prominent example of this being when dean tricks sam into letting gadreel possess him and actually gaslights sam about it with the whole ordeal ending when its revealed gadreel lied about who he was and while possessing sam murders a friend of theirs. his voice is just also stupid as fuck im sorry this is just petty but he just sounds like hes trying so hard to be gruff n intimidating but he just sounds like a kid pretending to be batman

Dean’s list of sins is crazy long because of how long the show ran, but the key thing for me is that post-locking Sam in the bunker (season 4 I think?), I just can’t enjoy their relationship anymore. I normally love their sibling dynamic, but Dean’s ultimate worst past-the-point-of-no-return moment for me was demonizing (pun intended) his little brother for being “addicted” to demon blood, which only happened because of a series of events that were either Dean’s or someone else’s fault, not Sam’s. I also really dislike how the fandom treats Dean like this angel (pun intended) who has done no wrong and even tries to justify the MULTIPLE times he’s beaten up and otherwise abused his little brother. Canon Dean is like the polar opposite of fanon Dean: he’s homophobic and racist (jokes about a Black man being sexually assaulted in prison), misogynistic (take a shot every time he calls a woman a slur and you’ll die of alcohol poisoning), and abusive.

Propaganda why the Tenth Doctor is insufferable:

They’re so *edgy*

That one time he committed a genocide by drowning the last children of a near-extinct species (Racnoss) because their mother was evil. The closest anyone ever got to calling him out on it was when Donna noted that his take on a *different* set of weird alien babies (the Adipose) was a lot nicer than last time.

A combination of hypocrisy, sanctimony, and an equally insufferable fanbase. And the dissonance between what he actually does and how the narrative presents it.

[hahahahahangst]

The Cake

Tags (as per my masterlist): ❓👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻💖

Requested by: @themerakisstuff (happy birthday!!!!💕💖 )

Summary: it's your birthday! Sam and Dean seem to have forgot about it... but have they really?

AN: omg my first request AND my first reader insert ❗❗ i am beyond excited!

Sam and Dean have been gone the entire day. They left you in a random motel room. On your fucking birthday. Those two are un-fucking-believable. 

Leaving you alone on your birthday has to be one of the worst things they have done recently. 

You cross your legs on your bed and turn on the TV. Surely, there must be something to watch, right? 

The light of the television lights up your skin in the dark as the sound of the telenovela makes you roll your eyes - you never understood how Dean can enjoy this shit.

You change the channel. Doctor Sexy. Really? Another one of Dean’s favorites. 

Just when he has forgotten about your birthday. The universe really is trying to mess with you. You change the channel once more to land on a documentary. 

Know what? It’s good enough. Documentary on bees? On your birthday? Why would it be the pinnacle of sadness? Speaking about bees… Maybe Cas is available to spend some time together. 

Maybe, since it’s your birthday, you can try and convince him to bring you some cake from that bakery in Fort Wayne. You close your eyes and think of the cake fondly, your stomach growling. 

God, you are hungry. You haven’t eaten anything, thinking Sam and Dean were going to be back before evening, that they were just late, that they didn’t forget your birthday. 

Stupid of you to think that. 

You check the time on your phone. 3 AM. 

“Cas?” You say, closing your eyes and feeling kind of stupid for talking to yourself like that. “Are you free? It’s kind of my birthday, and nobody is around.” You open one eye, expecting to hear Cas’ wings flutter any moment. But you don’t. The bee documentary keeps going in the background.

So, just to recap: your brothers seem to have forgotten about you, Cas isn’t answering your prayers and the most compelling thing on TV is a documentary on bees.

That’s the premise for a very trashy, filled-with-drama teenage movie. 

You lean against the headboard of the motel bed and close your eyes. At this point, you might as well sleep.

“I told you we would never be back here in time!” Sam’s voice woke you up. “Fort Wayne isn’t exactly a short way from here.” You remain in bed, refusing to move. You don’t feel at all rested, just a slight pain in your neck from sleeping against the headboard. “You know how y/n is about her birthday!” Whispers Sam. “She surely thinks we’ve forgotten.”

You hear the sound of the door closing lightly and plastic bags being placed on the table. “We haven’t!” Complains Dean. “It was just… an organizational delay.” 

Sam sighs. “I’m not saying it wasn’t worth it, just… maybe next year we can take a case closer to Fort Wayne if you really want to go get that cake for her birthday.” 

You open one eye. “Can you guys shut the fuck up?” You mutter, mouth still dry and brain still clouded by sleep. You’re hearing their words, but you’re not really registering anything they're saying. “I’m trying to sleep.” You feel a hand on your shoulder and open both your eyes. 

“Happy birthday y/n!” Sam smiles widely. All of a sudden, you feel awake. You drag your hand over your eyes, surprised. “We brought you something.” That’s when you finally see the cake. It’s that cake. The cake from Fort Wayne you love so much. You snap into a sitting position Dean grins. 

“Always that look of surprise.” He says. “What? You thought we forgot about your birthday?”

You feel your cheeks fill with embarrassment. “Kind of.” You whisper. “You were gone all day.” 

“We took the day off to get you your favorite cake.” Dean smiles, satisfied. “I can’t believe you thought we forgot about your birthday!” He repeated. You smile so hard you almost hurt yourself and stand up from the bed. “Sam also brought you something.” 

You turn towards Sam, excited. He hands you a box a little bigger than your hand, wrapped in christmas-themes wrapping paper. “Sorry about the wrapping.” Says Sam, embarrassed. “They- they were out of birthday wrap and I had to improvise.” You smile at him and gently open the gift. You quickly realize it’s several DVDs of your favorite tv show. You force yourself not to start jumping in excitement. “Sam, this… this is amazing!” You look up at your brother and hug him. “Thanks.” You feel Sam’s arms around you as the comfort and familiarity of being close to your brother goes through you, flushing all anxieties and worries out of you. 

“Of course, kid. Anything.” Says Sam. How could you ever think they had forgotten about your birthday?!

“Alright, my turn now.” Says Dean, opening his bag. “I got two things for you.” He announces. You let go of Sam to turn towards him. “First of all, I made you your own copy of Baby’s keys.” He throws a keychain at you. You stare at it, completely overwhelmed by the fact Dean is giving you free access to his precious car. “And then, since you’re now technically an adult, I purchased this for you.” He hands you a small envelope. You open it and almost choke. 

Gift card valid for the purchase of 1 (one) DVD in our adult section

“I didn’t know what you liked, so…” Dean trails off. You look at the three objects you have in your hands and smile. A stack of DVDs, the keys to your brother’s car and a porn gift card. 

Well, maybe the gift card isn’t as emotionally valuable as the other two things, but it’s still… a gift? A well thought one for that matter. It’s not like he gave you his used magazines. You also hug Dean, who seems not to be expecting it, taking a couple steps back. “Thanks.” 

“Kid, I will never forget your birthday.” He says before kissing your hair. “Happy birthday, y/n.”

[gabriels-wings-of-freedom]

Ok but imagine.. you‘re the youngest Winchester sister and you first meet Gabriel when he puts all of you in TV Land and hes smitten by how you just roll with it and joke along with the setting while your brothers are just really tense and distressed adgvk

And then somehow you get into a Karaoke setting and he plays your favorite song by accident and you just excitedly sing along not caring how goofy you look so he accidentally reveals himself smirking just having a totally good time watching you adfhj

I’m USING this XD This is a story now💖 I may have changed things a little, but I hope you still like it! It gave me ideas XD

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His TV Star

Gabriel’s plan to mess with the boys goes south when you enter the picture. He plans on making you the star of the show.

Gabriel has got to say, he likes Dean's taste. Dr. Sexy MD was something that the archangel could get behind. Which is exactly why it was the first "show" he zapped them into when he decided to mess with them.

When Gabriel heard the boys were in town, he couldn't resist. It's always so fun to mess with the Winchesters, but now Gabriel was also drawn to the fact that he noticed that they had a little sister. The archangel wanted to get a closer look.

"This was not a hospital two seconds ago..." Sam mused and Dean just gave him a look. You all looked around at all the doctors, nurses, and patients as the beeping of medical equipment sounded everywhere.

"Wicked..." You murmured, looking down at your scrubs.

"No Y/N. Do not compliment whatever the hell this is." Dean scolded you and you just shrugged. Then you guys began to explore this bizarre environment you found yourselves in.

Eventually, the Trickster revealed himself after Dean called him out, surprisingly.

"Helloooo...Tricksterrrr..." Gabriel said while gesturing to himself as if this whole situation was completely obvious. Dean just continued to glare at him.

"I think this whole thing is incredible." You said with a smile. I mean, Dean needs to cut some slack. Who wouldn't want to be transported into their favorite TV show?

"Y/N! Do not compliment him!" Dean shouted at you, but Gabriel just smiled and magically apparated in front of you. Instead of being angry or fearful, you just smiled back at him.

"And who is this lovely little cupcake you brought with you?" Gabriel said, eyeing you. Truth be, he knew who you were to them, but the archangel just wanted to see you fluster under his words.

But Dean went rabid.

"Stay away from her!" He angrily shouted, Sam holding him back. Without looking away from you, Gabriel snapped his fingers and disappeared, leaving you guys to solve this puzzle on your own. Apparently, "playing your roles" was the way to go, but you couldn't stop yourself from enjoying this magical reality as your brothers had an existential crisis.

But Gabriel was just hella smitten.

To see such a lovely young lady enjoying his creations, well, it made this whole thing so much more enjoyable. You were laughing, joking, and playing along like it was all some fun game, which it was to Gabriel. Your brothers were miserable, and you also found humor at their expense. You guys had no idea that he was observing this whole thing from afar, and that he was starting to get bored. He smiled to himself, planning to make you the star of this show.

Setting his popcorn aside, Gabriel clapped his hands together.

You were now separated from your brothers. Looking around, you saw you were in the setting of some club or bar. The song Funk Soda blasted throughout the area, to which many people were jamming out to the peppy tune. Colored lights flashed around the area, and the vibe was overall joyful. You were on a stage, karaoke-like, and had a microphone before you.

Nodding to yourself, you remembered that you needed to play your role. But you also kept an eye out for the Trickster. You weren't afraid of him, but you wanted to know what his plan was, getting you alone like this. However, you completely forgot about this whole fake TV reality when your favorite song started to play, a spotlight falling on you.

You couldn't stop yourself from grabbing the mike and excitedly singing along.

It was Deep Down (In My Mind Edit) that was playing, flooding the room with its music. You didn't care how goofy you looked as you twirled and sang along, vocalizing each word with passion as you danced about the stage. Your audience began to clap for you, some even sang along, especially towards the end. As the song ended, your audience cheered for you, and you smiled big, taking in all the praise.

Rockstar Sea Shanty began to play as the next song when you put the microphone back in its place, voice tired from your earlier jamming. But another pair of hands clapping sounded much closer behind you.

Turning around, you saw the man himself, clapping and smirking. But it disappeared for a quick second as slight panic came to his eyes.

"Aw raspberries." He muttered, running a hand through his hair when he realized that you could see him. You just laughed, which reassured Gabriel that he didn't need to leave or conceal himself. Instead, his confidence just came back.

"I see you came dressed for the occasion." You mentioned, gesturing to his gangster-like suit. Gabriel smiled, nodding in agreement.

"Well, when an angel is singing, I need to give her the proper greeting." Gabriel said while gesturing to himself. You laughed again, face turning a bit red.

"I don't know about that...angels aren't as graceful as you'd think." You said and a frown came to his face for a split second. Then, he changed the subject.

"You like the music?" He asked and you nodded, beaming.

"You have great taste." You informed him, smiling, and Gabriel thanked you in that regard, looking quite proud of himself for guessing some of your favorites.

"Where are my brothers?" You asked out of curiosity. It wasn't that you were too worried for them, but you wanted to know why the Trickster separated you guys. Gabriel wanted to know why you didn't seem phased by any of this, but he pushed that curiosity away. He liked the smile and the pep you had, so he really didn't care.

"Getting their nuts cracked." He said casually, and you decided not to inquire further. At least they were moderately surviving.

"Well, I played my part, so what now?" You asked, kind of excited for whatever Gabriel had in mind next. The archangel smirked before snapping his fingers.

You were suddenly in a dress that resembled that of a princess. Before you, Gabriel was dressed up to look like something that seemed to be a prince. Looking around, it seemed to be like something out of a fairytale.

"Play your role, princess. Come get your prince." He said with a grin as he pulled you into his arms. Grinning, you melded with his own energy, feeling for him just as he felt for you. You guys twirled around a bit, you laughing and having a grand old time. Gabriel soon stopped and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you close for a kiss.

However, before that, he held his hand up as if to hide the eyes of the "viewers".

"Cut to commercial." He stated before turning his attention back to you and playing his role in this whole thing, kissing you with love he's never known.

And now, cue the genital herpes commercial with Sam and Dean.

[ghostingssdeadlinee]

PLATONIC ALPHABET - DEAN WINCHESTER

warning(s): none? Maybe swearing?

AN: I actually love him sm <33

Adventures (what kind of crazy shit would you get into together?)

Well, besides hunting? Getting food in the middle of the night.

Also him forcing you too watch ‘doctor sexy’

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Best-childhood-friends.

Flirty at that.

Cuddling (do you ever cuddle? how physically affectionate are you?)

Yes. Either you just lay over him like a blanket or it’s after a hunt.

Sleeping, his head in the crock of your neck, you slowly going over his back and hair, mumbling, reading/watching something in the background.

He’s definitely big in hugs.

Soft and suddel touches are his specialty.

Dance (do you ever dance together? how?)

Jamming out too classic rock in baby is a given of course.

But slow dancing in the kitchen in the middle of the night, or rocking out in the kitchen in the middle of the night is something he’d so do be up for.

Enemies (were you ever enemies? Do you share the same enemies?)

He definitely doesn't like some of the people you call ‘friends’ (like Crowley, Gabriel, etc) if you call any demon/angel your friends he’d probably doesn't love them.

But Lucifer? Pain in the ass for both of you.

Fight (how often do you fight? how do you resolve conflict?)

Probably over you putting yourself in danger. He takes a while to cool down but after he does it you talk it out.

Gain (how have you helped each other improve as people?)

You’d be one of the only people he’d trust to actually talk about what makes him sad.

And the way you’d be there for him, telling him everything’s going to be okey and that he’s doing great, he doesn’t need to be ‘Strong’ all the time, he’d be there for you.

Whatever you need, he’ll get for you.

Help (how do they ask you for help? how do they help you when you need it?)

He rarely does because of him being scared you’ll look down on him.

But it’s definitely when your alone, closed of era.

Injured/Ill (how would they act if you got hurt or sick?)

Hurt? What or who ever hurt you is fucking dead. So fucking dead.

Sick? Baby you as a joke, but of course gets you medicine and food.

Will even cuddle you even if it could get him sick.

“Dean- you’re going to get sick.”

“Mhmm, yeah, but your worth it.”

Jokes (what’s their sense of humor like? how do you joke about things together?)

Most of the time the jokes on you, but like in a loving way.

He’ll also jokingly flirt. Like a lot.

Kisses (do you ever kiss? how? Kisses not on the lips count)

Forehead kisses. Cheek kisses.

Sometimes while he hugs you from behind he’ll plant a kiss right on top of your head.

Love (how do they show you they care?)

He’s very touchy, in a calm way.

Definitely voices it, maybe no by saying ‘I love you’ but I’m other ways.

Makes you a mix tape, let’s you pick the music in baby, even MAYBE would let you drive her.

Definitely tells you random facts about classic rock.

Meeting (how did you meet? how did you become friends?)

Childhood friends.

Nesting (do you co-habitate at all? how?)

At motels, if you want too, he’ll let you sleep in his bed with him, gladly cuddling if you let him.

Oasis (is there a specific place that is “your place”? what is it?)

I can imagine that there’s a place near Bobby’s that you used to go too sense you were kids, maybe like a cliff with a tree house. Going there whenever you want to be alone.

Protection (how protective are they over you?)

Very protective.

Definitely understand that you can take care of yourself from monsters but still would take a hit for you, putting himself in danger just so you don’t get hurt.

Again, will beat up anyone who decides to fuck with you.

Query (how inquisitive are they when it comes to getting to know you?)

Doesn't want to make you uncomfortable by asking to much, everyone has secrets, especially him, but also doesn’t want to you hiding something massive.

For two reasons:

One, it could way you down and make you sad / not feeling like you could be yourself.

Two, it could be helpful in hunting.

That might sound dark and mean, but maybe if it could help he’d really like two know.

Record (what’s something you’ll never let them live down?)

Definitely once got mega black out drunk and just wouldn’t shut up about the most random things.

all from his crushes, fictional or real.

Too how much he loves and cares for you.

And then too really embarrassing moments in his life he has never told anyone.

When he woke up the next morning, very hungover, you had a lot of fun teasing him about it for the next year.

Support (how would they show their support for you? how far would that support go?)

Well, it depends on what it is.

You like something? If he sees something that is alike he’ll steal get it for you.

Lgbtq? Same. (He definitely has some internalized homophobia but he could never point that at you.)

Wants to get out of hunting? Don’t forget him, please, but if you could, he’d be so happy for you.

Trust (how much do they trust you? how do they show you that?)

Tells you it in looks.

As long as you trust him, he trust you.

If you’re unsure about a plan and is a little worried it’ll fuck up, he’ll give you a look of ‘it’s okey, I trust you that this will work’

And when it does work he gives you another one of ‘see? You got it.’

Uplift (how do you bring each other up?)

Tell him how you feel safe and protected around him and he’ll just start to tear up and pull you into a tight hug.

Knowing you feel safe around him is better then anything.

He’d try too get you out of the place that got you down and then ether just talk or listen to music, in baby of course.

If you want to talk, he’ll listen and give advice the best he can.

If you just want to listen to music, even if he’s not into it himself he won’t mention it, singing along.

Vacation (do you ever travel together? what’s that like?)

I mean, outside hunting? Probably not. No where long at least.

Maybe he’ll take you to a diner or some silly place you’d like to go (like a cat cafe) but not like airplane travel/vacation.

Worry (do they worry about you? how often?)

Every time you’re away. Especially on hunts alone. Leaves you messages and if you don’t respond for some days he drives up there himself.

(Yes, a little clingy but he has attachment and abandonment issues okey?)

Xerox (are there any traits or habits of theirs that you’ve picked up by accident?)

‘Son of a bitch’ is a word you never said before you started hunting with dean. You kind of just picked it up.

Not really relevant, but sharing looks of ‘damn (s)he’s hot’ and ‘huh’ and even ‘what the fuck’.

Yahoo (what’s an inside joke you share?)

You’d see like a pineapple or something and just burst out laughing for the dumbest reason.

Like I’d be that you mispronounced something once and whenever you say the word, he’ll correct you with the wrong way you said it like 20 years ago.

Zany (do they have a weird side only you get to see? what’s it like?)

He can be so silly when he’s not sad.

Doing wired shit, making stupid childish jokes, talking shit, watching movies, shopping (with stolen credit cards ofc), even going to like painting or pottery, the places where you just make stuff.

[pointyearedelvishprincling]

FallenAngelOfThursday 2022 fics wrapped.

General Audiences:

Still Be Loving You (2.3k) Dean and Cas’ first wedding anniversary

The Coffee Kissing Crisis (4.6k) Dean accidentally kisses Cas for the first time one morning while sleep deprived. Chaos ensues)

Bee Brave, Castiel (2.5k) Cas talks to the bees about his love life.

If You Can Read My Mind, I Love You (7.7k) Dean takes care of sick Cas in the Dean-Cave.

Sunlight At The End Of The Tunnel (2.8k) honeymoon fix it fic.

Death by Stereo (10.k) Stanford era Dean meeting someone who has the kind of freedom he wishes he had.

These Years Ain’t Wasted On You (1.8k) soft endverse morning with established destiel.

Teen And Up

Strike Three For Doctor Sexy (12.7k) Dean and Cas trying to date like normal people post canon. (They are not normal people.)

Mature:

the boy without a home (3.5k)Young dean studies

Explicit:

He’s 43, Dude (5k) Dean gets everything he could ever want for his birthday

Self Reflection (6.2k) Mirror smut. :)

Like Something Holy (3k) Angst and feelings and smut in an abandoned church. I guess.

[supernaturalscribe67]

Destiny

Words: 7,528

POV: 3rd Person

Pairing: Gabriel x Male!Winchester!Reader

Warning(s): Fluff, Slight Angst (if you squint), Language, Brotherly Drama/Teasing, Sexual Innuendos

Summary: (Y/N) Winchester never thought he would have to play a prominent role in the fight between Michael and Lucifer, but when Gabriel's attempt at convincing Sam and Dean to accept their destiny fails, (Y/N) is left pondering the situation at hand. What happens when Gabriel reveals the truth behind his disappearance from Heaven and his own role in the fight?

Heavily Inspired by S5.8 "Changing Channels"

Request:

Hey!! I was hoping you would be able to do this request.

It could feature hurt/comfort, angst, and fluff :)

Gabriel x Winchester!Reader

He could be trans or cis, up to you.

There was a younger Winchester brother, and with 3 full blooded Winchesters meant of course, a 3rd vessel. Gabriel's vessle. You both aren't keen on the idea of possession and end up falling for each other? Destiny had brought them together for battle but their hearts yearned for something else.

(something along those lines atleast)

:D

@genekies

A/N: I've sat here for the last ten minutes staring at the Summary because my brain is non-existent right now. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this! Sorry it's so late! I also hope you don't mind that I changed the 'younger' Winchester to a middle Winchester~ I enjoyed writing something cute and fluffy after that heavy story I posted! Feedback is appreciated!

~ Much Love!

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“Son of a bitch.” 

“It’s him. It’s Doctor Sexy.” 

“Nutcracker!”

“I’ve got genital herpes.”

(Y/N) blamed himself for this. Why he thought any hunt he and his brothers did would be normal was beyond him. When was anything the Winchesters did ever normal?

He could count on one hand the number of times he’d encountered tricksters, none of them pleasant. Still, something about this trickster was different. Slight abnormalities in the realm of possibilities, Sam, Dean, and Castiel all agreed, Castiel seeming to know more than them, but unable to voice his thoughts before being whisked away by said ‘trickster’. From there, the Winchester brothers were tossed from TV show to TV show, enduring humiliation and awkward conversation. It wasn’t until Sam was transformed into the Impala that it clicked. 

It wasn’t a trickster. It was an angel. 

That was how they ended up in an abandoned warehouse, the angel stood in the center of a ring of Holy Fire. (Y/N) tried to hide the exhaustion on his face that resulted from their hectic escapades. What he would kill to go back to their motel, crawl under the scratchy covers, and go to sleep. 

“Where’s you get the Holy Oil?” The angel asked, a small smirk playing on the corner of his lips. 

“Well, I guess you could say we pulled it out of Sam’s ass,” Dean replied, straight-faced. 

Sam clenched his jaw and sent a death glare towards him. (Y/N) snickered, earning him the same glare. He pressed his lips together, mumbled a faint ‘sorry’ under his breath, and turned his attention back towards the wannabe trickster. 

The smirk he had vanished. “Where’d I screw up?” He asked. 

“You didn’t,” Sam shook his head. “Nobody gets a jump on Cas like you did.” 

“It was the way you talked about Armageddon,” Dean explained. 

“Meaning?” The angel furrowed his brows. 

“Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they’re talking about their own family.” 

The angel looked away and lowered his head, a silent confirmation of their suspicions. 

“So, which one are you?” Sam cocked his head to the side. “Grumpy, Sneezy, or Douchey?” 

(Y/N) bit the inside of his cheeks, lowering his head to hide the small smile that appeared. Despite the gravity of the situation, he had to admit that Sam’s question was a little funny. He blamed it on him being tired. He was quick to erase the expression off his face before lifting his head. The angel’s gaze shifted over to Sam, and he hesitated for a moment.

“Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel.” 

“The archangel?” Sam asked. 

“Guilty.” 

“Okay, Gabriel. How does an archangel become a trickster?” Dean questioned. 

Gabriel shifted. “I consider it my own, private Witness Protection. I skipped out of Heaven, got a face transplant, and carved out my own little corner of the world. Until you three screwed it up,” his tone was full of irritation. 

(Y/N), Sam, and Dean shared a glance, almost as if communicating telepathically with one another - something they had become accustomed to growing up. While they knew significant details about the conflict between the archangels Michael and Lucifer, it seemed, to them, that the situation ran a lot deeper than it originally appeared. 

“So, boys, now what?” Gabriel’s voice broke them out of their trance. “Are we just going to stare at each other for the rest of eternity?” 

Dean licked his lips. ‘Well, first of all, you’re going to bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him.” 

“Oh, am I?”

“Yeah, or we’re going to dunk you in some Holy Oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel.” 

Gabriel clenched his jaw, looking over at Sam, then at (Y/N). All of them shared the same serious expression. Poking his tongue into his cheek, he raised a hand and snapped his fingers. Shuffling could be heard behind the trio as they turned their heads to see a disheveled Castiel. His hair was more ruffled than usual, and a small cut ran across the bridge of his nose. Blood was splattered on the collar of his trenchcoat. He stumbled slightly. 

“Cas, you okay?” (Y/N) asked. 

“I’m fine,” Castiel replied, his icy gaze locked on Gabriel. “Hello, Gabriel.” 

Gabriel lowered his hand, crossed his arms over his chest, and smiled tightly. “Hey, bro. How’s the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful,” Gabriel’s tone was harsh. 

The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. It was obvious that there was more going on in Heaven than the Winchesters were led to believe. Multiple sides mean multiple stories. Who knows what really happened? 

“Alright, let’s get out of here. Sam, (Y/N)?” Dean slowly started to step towards the exit. 

Sam was the first to move, while (Y/N) seemed hesitant. In the end, he, too, turned his back on Gabriel and made his way towards his brothers. Castiel soon followed. 

“No,” Gabriel muttered. “Okay…hey, guys, so…” he stumbled over his words. “So what, huh? You’re just, you’re just gonna leave me here forever?” 

When the group reached the door, they all turned back to him. 

“No,” Dean began. “We’re not, because we don’t screw with people the way you do. And, for the record, this isn’t about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can’t be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family.” 

Gabriel opened his mouth, as if to object, but stopped himself. He lowered his head in shame, turning his back to them. Wordlessly, Dean looked back, spotting a fire alarm on the wall. He easily broke the glass surrounding the alarm and pulled the handle. A shrill, faded sound echoed within the broken building. As Gabriel looked up, the aged sprinkler system burst open, showering him with cold water. Gabriel gazed at them, his face filled with defeat. 

“Don’t say I’ve never done anything for you,” Dean called out over the sound of the alarm. 

With that, Sam, Dean, and Castiel turned their backs one last time on Gabriel, walking out of the building. (Y/N), however, stayed put, his eyes locked onto Gabriel’s. He studied the look of hurt on his face, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of guilt. A part of him wanted to say something, to turn around and provide him with some type of comfort. They didn’t know what Gabriel was going through, nor what had caused him to leave Heaven in the first place. Perhaps, all he needed was someone to be there. To allow him to be heard. (Y/N) could relate to that feeling. Alas, as the ring of Holy Fire began to dissipate, over the blaring sound of the alarm, he could hear the faint shout of his older brother calling out his name. (Y/N) looked at the warehouse door, the breeze from the early morning shifting his wetting hair, then back to Gabriel. For a moment, he cast an apologetic look his way before he, swiftly, left the building. 

*~*

A couple of weeks after the incident with Gabriel, (Y/N) couldn’t seem to keep his thoughts at bay. Although his brothers had all since left the interaction behind them, refocusing their attention on their odd hunting jobs, (Y/N) couldn’t shake the reminder of the expression on Gabriel’s face. He had taken the time to carefully consider what Gabriel had been going through, or what he had been through before he had left Heaven. Sure, he wasn’t aware of the extent of it all, but he could sure sympathize with how it felt to be stuck between his brothers during their spats. Sam and Dean never threatened the sanctity of Heaven over their problems, but still. 

(Y/N) had taken many walks since then, because sleep had been so easily unobtainable. On nights when Sam and Dean slept soundly on their motel room beds - or couch, depending on who lost in the coin toss - (Y/N) would slink out of the room into the night. Alternatively, in the morning, if sleep didn’t come after the first walk, he would go on another, ultimately stopping for breakfast on his way back to the motel to appease his brothers. 

Sam and Dean were none the wiser. 

On those walks, his mind would always shift to Gabriel and the predicament he was in. In a way, he disagreed with what Dean had said to Gabriel. But, with everything that was said by Gabriel, himself, he partially agreed with it as well. Why was Gabriel so adamant about Sam and Dean allowing Lucifer and Michael to take possession of them for a fight that he wasn’t even willing to fight himself? He felt so in the dark about the whole debacle. Although he wasn’t directly involved in it, he was still interested to know what the fate of his brothers could be. It was thoughts and questions like those that kept his mind racing in the early hours of the morning, making him unable to get an adequate amount of sleep. 

That night was no different. The three of them had traveled to a town along the East Coast, following the clues of a possible Wendigo. The case had just started, and the interviews and clues left much to be desired. They weren’t even close to pinpointing the approximate area in the nearby woodland where it could reside. Sam and Dean were running thin, and (Y/N) was no help. Not with the way his mind had been racing lately. It wasn’t like he could help it, though. He tried, he did, and a part of him couldn’t see how Sam and Dean were able to concentrate whilst everything was going on in Heaven. He had always envied them for their sense of focus, something he lacked greatly at times. When he started the walks, clearing his mind was his initial goal, but going out on his own, in the dead of night, only seemed to make his thoughts louder. 

The town was small, and barely had much of a park, just some cheap playground equipment that looked as if it needed to be updated and a small trail. (Y/N) was thankful for the benches that were laid along the path. Despite the park’s size, it had a beautiful view; a full panoramic of the deep, dark ocean past craggy cliffs, cut off by a steel fence. The ocean was loud and, despite the distance from the land to the sea, mist sprayed (Y/N)’s face faintly, painting his features with minuscule water droplets. He had worn a jacket that night. Even though it was surprisingly hot during the day, as soon as the sun dropped, the temperatures did as well. 

(Y/N) had been sat on the bench for close to an hour. If he had to guess, it was nearly midnight. Not once had he been able to keep Gabriel out of his mind. Gabriel, the fight, Sam, and Dean, all took turns at the forefront of his brain, but Gabriel won most of the time. He always drifted to the sad, kicked puppy-dog look he had before he left. He couldn’t imagine what Gabriel had to go through. (Y/N) thought Sam and Dean were impossible to be with all the time, but he couldn’t fathom being near Michael and Lucifer as much as Gabriel must have. He must have been quite burnt out. 

“Do you mind if I sit here?” A voice jerked (Y/N) from his train of thought. 

(Y/N) jumped, eyes wide as he looked towards the direction of the voice. Stood, about a foot away from the bench, was Gabriel. His expression was soft, his brown hair partially damp, the locks illuminated slightly by the nearby street lamp. Once his heart rate began to return to normal, (Y/N) nodded and gestured towards the empty seat next to him. 

“Sure,” he mumbled. 

With a short nod, Gabriel shuffled over and sat down, leaning against the back of the bench. His legs were slightly spread and his hands were clasped together in his lap. For a moment, the two of them sat in silence, listening to the sound of the crashing waves from below. Even though Gabriel had done so much to the Winchesters as a part of his trickster ‘Witness Protection’, (Y/N) didn’t feel any resentment towards him, nor did he feel agitation, even with his proximity. A part of him thought he should be, that was how Dean would react, at least. Shouldn’t he be at least a little bit pissed? Perhaps it was the weeks of thinking, working the idea into his head that he and Gabriel could, potentially, have more in common than he originally thought. It could be that he was more forgiving than his brother. In the end, (Y/N) chalked it up to him being a great judge of character. 

“How did you find me?” (Y/N) broke the silence. 

“What?” Gabriel asked. 

“How did you find me? These symbols, or whatever, Cas put on my ribs were supposed to stop angels from being able to find me. Or did he just tattoo my ribs for nothing?” 

Gabriel let out a faint chuckle and shook his head. “I admit, you were hard to find. All I did, though, was follow the sound of your prayers. They were quieter than most, but they were still noticeable.” 

(Y/N) looked over at Gabriel, confused. “Prayers? I didn’t pray to you.” 

“I guess not technically. I know that wasn’t your intention half the time, but, every time you thought of me, asked those questions, made those statements, it was as if you did.” 

(Y/N) pursed his lips and gave a faint nod. “I see…”

They were, once again, engulfed in silence as they stared out onto the water. No one said anything. Surprisingly, it was peaceful.

“I guess I should be asking why you found me. Why are you here, Gabriel?” (Y/N) asked. 

Gabriel hesitated for a moment, fumbling with his fingers. “Look, I’m not good at this sort of thing, but…” he trailed. “I thought I should come here and apologize. For everything.” 

(Y/N) looked over at Gabriel as he placed his hands into his jacket pockets and leaned back against the bench. “Shouldn’t you be apologizing to Sam and Dean, too?” 

Gabriel snorted. “Are you kidding? Those two would probably stab me before I even had the chance to say anything.” 

(Y/N) smirked. “I guess you’re right. The fact that you were practically hounding them to accept being Michael and Lucifer’s vessels doesn’t help your case either.” 

“Yeah, I realized that I probably went about it the wrong way.” 

“Probably?” 

“Okay, I definitely went about it the wrong way.” 

“That’s putting it lightly.” (Y/N) mumbled. “Why the fight, Gabriel? I mean, why now?” 

Gabriel shrugged his shoulders. “Michael and Luci have been going at it for centuries. Even before this fight, they were at each other’s throats half the time.” he began to rub his fingers together. “But, this fight…it wasn’t originally supposed to only be those two.” 

(Y/N) furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?” 

“Well,” Gabriel stuttered before he stood up. Slowly, he began to pace back and forth in front of (Y/N), looking between the ground and his hands. “You know what it’s like, right? Your brothers are arguing about the dumbest things and they’ve been going at it for a while, getting a little carried away, so you have to step in and, um,” 

“Be the mediator?” 

“Yeah! You have to try and calm them down so they don’t kill each other?” 

“Well, yeah, I’ve had to do that plenty of times with Sam and Dean.” 

“Right. Back then, I had to do the same thing with Michael and Luci. Sometimes it worked, and other times, not so much. With this fight, that’s what I was supposed to do.” 

“Wait, this fight that they want to use Sam and Dean for? How’re you supposed to mediate that?” 

“I was just supposed to make sure they didn’t actually kill each other. Try to get them to talk it out. I’ve always been good at that, so it would only make sense that I would take a crack at it this go around. However, since they would be at their full power in their vessels, the last thing that needed to happen was for them to turn on me, kill me, and then each other. So, to make sure I had enough power, I, also, have to have a vessel.” 

Gabriel stopped pacing in front of him and finally faced him, his hands together in front of him. (Y/N) stared at him intently, eyes narrowed in concentration. It was as if Gabriel could see the gears working in his mind. If Michael needed a vessel, which was Dean, and Lucifer needed a vessel, which was Sam, then, that meant…

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Am I your vessel?” He breathed. 

“Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!” Gabriel smirked, although it wasn’t as confident as the one he had when he was covered by his trickster persona. 

(Y/N)’s mouth sat agape. He was gobsmacked. His lips moved up and down as he tried to form words, but his mind nor mouth would work. It all made sense, though. Why would Sam and Dean be the only vessels? Why had he never considered that he, too, was destined to be one? It was clear as glass, yet, the thought never crossed his mind. 

“You know, when you think about it, it kind of makes sense that you’re my vessel. I mean, you’re the mediator, I’m the mediator. You’re the middle child, I’m practically the middle child. There are, actually, a lot of similarities between you and me. So, it was a great pick,” Gabriel rambled, placing his hands on his hips.

(Y/N) help his hand up. “Gabriel, just…stop.” 

Gabriel looked down and cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he pursed his lips. 

(Y/N) sat there and attempted to wrap his head around the whole situation. His thoughts were foggy and the front of his head was starting to pound. He reached his hands up and began to massage his temples. 

“So, what you’re saying,” (Y/N) let out a breathy chuckle. “Is that you, the archangel Gabriel, are supposed to use me as a mediator for your two power-hungry brothers who, may I remind you, are also archangels?” 

Slowly, Gabriel nodded. “Basically.” 

“And you think this is a good idea?” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“What?” 

Gabriel sighed. “Look,” He returned to his spot on the bench next to (Y/N), his body now facing him. “The times when my mediation did work was when they had their smaller fights. Little bickers here and there. When Michael and Luci are really, really mad at each other, nothing can get between them. So, most likely, what would happen is I would need to get involved in the fight to stop them.” 

“Oh, God,” (Y/N) grumbled and placed his face into his hands.

“But, believe me, that is the last thing I want to do. I mean, Michael and Luci, they’re both strong on their own, but, if they were to team up against me for trying to stop them, even with you as my vessel, I don’t stand a chance. It would be two against one.” 

(Y/N) just nodded, running his hands down his face, his gaze returning to the cool, pounding waves. A chill ran down his spine. He hadn’t realized how cold he had gotten, what with the mix of wind and misty air.

“Why are you telling me this now?” He asked quietly. “Why wasn’t I told any of this before?” 

“Well, when I went off the grid, everyone just assumed that it was my way of backing out of the fight. In a way, I guess they were right.” 

“And back at the warehouse? Why didn’t you tell me then?”

“Because I still had no intention of joining the fight. However, after what Dean had said to me…” Gabriel shook his head. “I realized that he was right. I am a coward. I tried to push your brothers into accepting their roles as vessels because I want this fight to be done and over with. I just wish the fight didn’t have to happen. I figured it would be wrong if I didn’t tell you now. You deserve to know.” 

“Well, I appreciate that. And, for the record, I don’t want this fight to happen either. The last thing I want is my brothers to get involved in something that has nothing to do with them.”

“The fight’s gonna happen one way or another, and I thought getting your brothers to go along would be the best way to go about it. Once I listened to your prayers, though, I realized how it would affect you. I know you wouldn’t want to lose either one of your brothers, even though they can be assholes sometimes.” 

(Y/N) snorted. “Like you’re one to talk.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, unlike your brothers, mine can be caring and nice when they want to be.” 

“Believe it or not, Michael and Luci both have the capability of being nice! I witnessed it firsthand.” 

“Bullshit!” 

“It’s not! Granted, they were a whole lot nicer when they were fledglings, kind of got a little rocky as they got older, but they could still be nice!” 

“Wait, wait, wait, fledglings?” 

“Yeah.”

“What’re fledglings?” 

“Newborn angels.”

“So…baby angels?” 

“In a sense,” Gabriel shrugged. A mischievous smirk then appeared at the corner of his lips. “Do you want to hear some embarrassing stories about when Michael and Luci were younger?” 

“Of course I do,” (Y/N) sat back, turning his body to face Gabriel as well. 

“Okay, but, in return, you have to tell me some embarrassing stories about your brothers.”

(Y/N) bit his lip as he contemplated the offer. Finally, he smirked. “Deal.” 

For the next while, Gabriel and (Y/N) went back and forth, sharing their embarrassing stories from their abnormal families. They joked, laughed, and, overall, had a good time. Not only did it lighten the mood from the bombshell Gabriel had dropped, but it allowed them to grasp a basic understanding of their past and present lives. 

There were a few things (Y/N) learned throughout their conversation. One; Gabriel and his brothers shared some scary similarities with the Winchesters in regards to mannerisms and attitudes. Two; Gabriel could talk for a millenia if he was given the opportunity. And three; (Y/N) felt oddly calm around Gabriel. It hadn’t even struck him how easily Gabriel was able to shift the conversation as smoothly as he did. (Y/N) wasn’t too sure how he could feel that way around him. As they sat there and talked, after everything that was said, and after everything that happened with the warehouse incident - he’ll never forget the nutcracker - he couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of comfort around him. There was something about Gabriel that filled (Y/N) with a sense of peace and belonging, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it as to why that was. 

It wasn’t like he was complaining, though. 

They talked until the moon sat near the far end of the sky. Unbeknownst to them, the two had begun to scoot closer to one another as the conversation continued, getting to the point where their knees and shoulders were touching. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward. Neither of them pulled away out of instinct. It felt right. It felt natural. 

Gabriel droned on and on about, yet, another story when Lucifer was a young angel. He seemed to have more stories about him than he did of Michael. (Y/N) was quite the opposite. He had more stories about Dean than he did with Sam. Both of them laughed as Gabriel tried his best to continue. 

“So - so Dad got angry because Lucifer kept letting the bugs out of their sanctuary, and -” Gabriel looked over at (Y/N), and his smile vanished. 

(Y/N) glanced up at him, noticing the change of demeanor instantly. His smile, too, disappeared. “Is something wrong?” 

As he kept his eye on him, Gabriel reached up and gently brushed his thumb against (Y/N)’s bottom lip. (Y/N) felt his cheeks heat up and his brows furrow in confusion. 

“Your lips are blue,” Gabriel stated. He glanced up at the sky and his brows shot up. “I am so sorry. I didn’t realize we had been out here so long.” Gabriel sat up. 

“How long how we been out here?” (Y/N) dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. 

3:27 AM

“Oh shit,” he mumbled as he quickly stood up. 

His legs and ass were completely numb, causing him to sway at the rapid movement. Gabriel was by his side in an instant, hands on his shoulders to steady him. They had been out together for, close to, four hours. No wonder (Y/N)’s lips were blue. He shivered, teeth chattering lightly. Once (Y/N) was able to stand on his own, Gabriel took off his jacket and draped it over (Y/N)’s shoulders. (Y/N) shook his head. 

“Oh, no, Gabriel, it’s okay. I just need to get back to the motel.” He stuttered tiredly. 

“I’m the reason you were out here for so long. Consider it a, um, token of my appreciation for talking to me,” Gabriel smiled sweetly.

(Y/N) returned the smile. “Well, thank you for keeping me company.” 

“Let me take you back to the motel.” 

“No. If Sam and Dean see you, they’ll kill you and then me.”

“Then I won’t let them see me.”

Without another word, Gabriel reached up and pressed his index and middle fingers against (Y/N)’s forehead. (Y/N) inhaled shakily and closed his eyes. One second, he was standing in the park, then, the next, he and Gabriel were standing in front of the Winchester’s motel room. He breathed a sigh of relief once he saw the faded numbers etched onto the door. 

“Thank you,” he smiled and retrieved the key from his pocket. 

“Anytime. And, uh, if you ever feel the need to talk again under better weather conditions, feel free to pray. When the prayers are sent directly to me, it’s a lot easier for me to hear.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

“Now go warm up.”

(Y/N) flashed Gabriel one last smile as he turned the key to the room and opened the door. Gabriel vanished. 

Moonlight pooled in through the cracked door as (Y/N) crept into the room. He felt the warmth flood his face and hands as he entered. Despite the heavy jacket he had gone out with, having spent hours in the windy, misty park, he was bound to get cold eventually. He didn’t think he would get that cold, though.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see Sam sleeping soundly on his stomach, face nuzzled against the cheap pillow, and Dean sprawled out on the couch, legs and arms spread in uncomfortable positions that he would undoubtedly complain about the next day, mouth slightly open, and drool coating his chin and pillow. (Y/N) was thankful for his stealth ability.

Slowly, he made his way over to the unoccupied bed and crawled underneath the covers. Not bothering to change his clothes or take off his shoes, he nestled into the thick - yet somehow extremely thin - comforter. His eyes closed as soon as his head hit the pillow.

*~*

That was the best night’s sleep he had gotten in ages. 

Well, it would have been, had he not been awoken by a flying pillow to the face.

(Y/N) groaned as he opened his eyes ever so slightly. The sunlight beamed in through the window, caressing his skin, and he hated it. He glanced tiredly in the direction that the pillow came from and found Dean with an amused grin spread across his lips.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” Dean greeted.

“Fuck off,” (Y/N) grunted as he grabbed the pillow and chucked it lazily back at him. He missed terribly. 

“Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Sam teased as he sat a cup of steaming coffee on the nightstand next to (Y/N).

“Thanks,” he mumbled and sat up. “And I just got a pillow thrown at my face, am I supposed to jump for joy and sing Kumbaya?” 

“Are you sure it’s the pillow and has nothing to do with you getting back so late?” Dean quirked a brow.

(Y/N) went to reach for the coffee cup, but stopped himself. He glanced at Dean, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed. “How do you know about that?” 

“Well, one, you’re wearing the exact same thing you were wearing yesterday, plus you wore your shoes to bed. Two, I heard you getting back last night,”

“Bullshit. You were passed out.”

“Do you realize how loud you stumbled in? I’m surprised Sammy didn’t wake up because of it. My third point, though,” Dean pointed down to his brother’s chest. “That’s not your jacket. So…did you get lucky?” 

(Y/N) looked down at himself and his brows raised. He was still wearing Gabriel’s jacket. He had been so tired and cold last night that he had completely forgotten to take it off or even give it back. He reached up and played with the collar gently. He had to remember to thank Gabriel for giving it to him.

Oh, wait, prayers! Thank you for the jacket, Gabriel!

“Well?” Dean pressed.

“Huh?” (Y/N) looked over at him. 

“Did you get lucky?” 

(Y/N) snorted. “If I got lucky, do you think I would be here right now?”

“Not unless it was bad.”

“Would that mean I still got ‘lucky’ if it was bad? What kind of luck is that?” 

“You’re dodging the question.”

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. “No, Dean, I didn’t get lucky.”

“Then who’d you meet?” Sam asked.

“Why does it matter?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Because you’re smiling,” Dean pointed out, taking a sip of his coffee. “And you don’t smile like that normally. It’s kind of freaky.”

“Oh, fuck off, Dean,”

(Y/N) hadn’t even realized he had been smiling, but he could hear it in his voice. Dean was right, it had been ages since he had smiled like that. His cheeks were starting to hurt. He reached over, took a sip of his coffee, then put it down. He stood up from his spot on the bed and stretched his aching muscles.

“So,” Dean pursed his lips. “Who was it?”

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you, Dean?”

“Nope,” Dean popped.

(Y/N) shook his head. “It was just this guy that I met at the bar. He bought me a drink, we sat and talked and, when the bar closed, we went to the nearest park and continued our talk.”

Dean’s smirk faltered and was replaced with a frown. “That’s it? You just…talked?” 

“Yeah,” (Y/N) shrugged.

“You’re more boring than Sam,”

“Hey!” Sam exclaimed.

“What do you want me to say, Dean? ‘I found this guy at the bar, we went to the park, I gave him head, he gave me a twenty, said ‘no homo’, and walked away’?” (Y/N) asked. 

“Well, that would have been a hell of a lot more entertaining than ‘we just talked’.”

(Y/N) waved him off. “Whatever,” he mumbled, then kicked his shoes off.

Sam took a sip of his coffee and cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t get too comfortable. We’re gonna go look for that Wendigo.”

“I’m taking a shower before we go, so…” (Y/N) stuck his tongue out at Sam.

Sam smirked and shook his head as (Y/N) gathered some of his clothes from his duffel bag. Without another word, he vanished into the bathroom.

*~*

(Y/N) was sick for a week after that. As it turns out, cold air and wet hair don’t necessarily mix well. At first, he tried to push through it, but fatigue and a sore throat caught up to him and left him on research duty for the duration of the Wendigo hunt. During that time, whenever Sam and Dean were out looking for clues, leaving him alone in the stuffy motel room, he would pray to Gabriel. Gabriel would be quick to respond.

The two would sit and talk for hours, idle chit-chat here and there, and would always seem to dance around the topic of the fight one way or another. Those talks continued well after (Y/N) felt better and the Wendigo hunt concluded. (Y/N) resumed his nightly walks, and Gabriel would accompany him. In the mornings, when Sam and Dean would occasionally catch onto (Y/N)’s disappearing acts, he would play it off as a spontaneous trip to the local bar scene, fabricating stories about meeting a dreamy man he would talk to or go back to his place. It wasn’t a complete lie, so he didn’t feel as bad when he told them. 

As the months went on, (Y/N) could feel himself growing fonder of Gabriel. It was a strong feeling. Is that what love felt like? He could only assume. Yet, the feeling was more than that. He felt connected to him in a much stronger sense of the word. A spiritual sense, perhaps? He couldn’t quite pinpoint the cause of those feelings, but the last thing he was going to do was fight himself on them, despite how obvious it was that his brothers would disapprove of his relationship with Gabriel. That’s what secrets were for. He had gone long enough without telling them, what’s a couple more months or years?

Whenever they were together, (Y/N) felt whole, as if a lost piece of a puzzle he didn’t even know he had found its way to him. When he was with his brothers, or by himself, he found his mind constantly shifting to thoughts of Gabriel. Of what they would talk about, of Gabriel’s smile, of the way his stomach would turn whenever they stood or sat close to one another. He would crave his presence, desperate to hear the sound of his voice. It was killing him, slowly, from the inside out, and he knew if he didn’t say anything soon, he would combust. He had to tell Gabriel his feelings.

One thing he loved about small towns was the lack of artificial lights. Sure, there were dull street lamps scattered around that looked as if they needed to be changed years ago, but the absence of skyscrapers and people, overall, meant not much was needed to illuminate the roads. Locals knew them like the back of their hand anyway. With the minimal light, almost anywhere in town, you could see the stars that decorated the night sky. If you wanted, you could pick out each constellation. Orion’s Belt and the Big Dipper were rather prominent that night.

There were several smaller parks in town, but the biggest sat in the middle of downtown. It wasn’t used as a children’s area as much as a casual gathering ground. (Y/N) could imagine dogs in the grass and elderly couples walking arm-in-arm during the daylight hours. By night, it was abandoned, the distant sound of country music playing from the only local bar. It was the perfect place for him and Gabriel to meet.

They sat on a bench in the middle of the park, heads tilted back as they stared at the stars. Their sides and legs were pressed together, and, for the first time in a while, they said nothing. Normally, their meetings were filled with lively conversation from the moment they saw each other to the moment they parted. (Y/N) had to wonder if Gabriel could tell that he wanted to have a serious discussion. Perhaps he had a lot on his mind. Or, perhaps, Gabriel was too busy reading (Y/N)’s to say anything. Regardless, they had been sat there for close to half an hour without as much as a single word to each other. (Y/N) knew just sitting there wasn’t going to do any good. He had to bite the bullet and say something. 

“Gabriel?” He started, his voice coming out small and quiet.

Gabriel hummed. “Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,”

(Y/N) hesitated. “Well, first of all, I just wanted to say that I like spending time with you.” He began to fiddle with his fingers. “And I don’t want what I’m about to ask to make our meetings stop.”

“Honestly, I think, at this point, the only thing that you can ask to make our meetings stop is ‘Hey, can our meetings stop?’.”

(Y/N) chuckled lightly. “Gabe, I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” he smirked.

“Well, um…” he paused. “Do you ever feel like we’re connected in other ways?”

Gabriel furrowed his brows. He turned his body to face (Y/N), rested his elbow on the back of the bench, and placed his cheek into his hand. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, to be honest. I mean, it feels like…more.”

Gabriel studied (Y/N)’s face, noticing his lack of eye contact. He stayed quiet for a moment, and (Y/N) could feel the anxiety building inside of him. He knew he did a piss poor job at explaining what he meant, but it was the best he could come up with. Slowly, Gabriel smirked.

“You have a crush on me, don’t you?” He teased.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened and the heat rose to his cheeks. He glanced over at Gabriel, then back down at his lap. 

“I, well…I’m not…I- that’s not the point, okay!?” (Y/N) shook his head. “The point is that it doesn’t feel like just a crush to me. It feels like an even deeper connection than that. Like something about our souls and- nevermind, this just sounds stupid,” his shoulders deflated in defeat.

Gabriel waved his hands and shook his head. “Hey, hey, it’s not stupid, alright? I get what you’re saying. You feel as if we’re connected by something other than you just being my vessel.”

(Y/N) nodded and let out a shaky breath. “Yeah, exactly.”

“I feel it, too.”

“You do?”

“I mean, yeah,” Gabriel folded his hands in his lap. “I felt that when we first saw each other, even before the warehouse. Then, everything with your brothers happened, and we met again, and, still,  I felt that connection.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought I was looking too hard into it. I started thinking that, maybe, the connection was all in my head. That it was, truly, just our connection by you being my vessel. When Dean said what he did about me being too afraid to face my family, I thought no one would understand my point of view on the fight. What I’ve had to go through being related to Michael and Lucifer. Then, you started to pray to me, and I knew that you understood me. That’s what made me come find you in the first place. Once we were alone, I felt this sense of…peace. I hate to admit it, but I feel like I can barely go a single day without wanting to see you. Without needing to see you. I knew it was more at that point.”

(Y/N)’s eyes were on Gabriel as he listened intently to what he was saying. He shook his head. “I feel the same way. It’s almost as if, I don’t know, I can’t breathe when you’re not around.”

“Well, please don’t stop on my account.”

“Stop it, we’re having a serious moment,” (Y/N) slapped his arm.

“Sorry, sorry,” Gabriel smirked. “I mean, as cliche as it sounds, it feels, almost as if we were meant for each other, right? Like we were meant to be together? Almost as if it was more than you being my vessel that bought us together.”

Gabriel reached over and grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, rubbing the side of it gently with his thumb. (Y/N) looked into Gabriel’s eyes, and he felt his heart soar. He reached up and caressed his cheek before they both leaned in, their lips fitting together perfectly in a sweet, loving kiss. Their eyes closed, and they both melted into a deep, sensual embrace. Almost immediately, all of the stress and worry seemingly melted away, replaced with a sense of belonging. A sense of closeness.

When they pulled back, they looked into each other’s eyes once more. A small smile creased the corner of (Y/N)’s lips.

“You’re right, it is pretty cheesy.” He whispered, his thumb tracing circles around Gabriel’s cheekbone.

Gabriel cocked a brow. “I thought we were having a serious conversation. Why do you get to make quips?”

“It’s kind of hard not to when I’m around you.” (Y/N) pressed his forehead against Gabriel’s.

Gabriel chuckled. “I guess I’m rubbing off on you, aren’t I?” He moved his hands to (Y/N)’s hips.

“I don’t see that as a bad thing.”

They sat together and enjoyed the peaceful quiet of their embrace. (Y/N) never felt more relaxed in his entire life, and he wanted to savor every moment he had with Gabriel.

Then, his mind started to drift. Drift to the fight, the battle between Michael and Lucifer, and to Sam and Dean. Gabriel had done such a good job at keeping him distracted from all the chaos that surrounded him that he hadn’t even had a chance to consider what could happen with the fight now that he and Gabriel were involved. Neither of them wanted to participate in the fight, but what would happen if they didn’t? Who would win? Would he lose one, or possibly both, of his brothers? If they did get involved in the fight, was there a possibility that he and Gabriel would lose each other? Did they even stand a chance to win against Michael and Lucifer if things were to turn ugly? Was there a chance that he could lose Gabriel even without being in the fight itself?

Gabriel reached a hand up and ran his fingers through (Y/N)’s hair soothingly. He pressed a small kiss to the corner of his lips. “Your thoughts are being really loud, Sugarplum.” He whispered. 

(Y/N) broke from his trance and shook his head lightly. “I’m sorry, it’s just…with the fight,” (Y/N) looked away briefly. “I don’t want to lose Sam and Dean, but now that I have you, I don’t want to lose you either.”

Gabriel gave him a sympathetic look as he pulled him close. “I know. This whole thing is one giant mess. I wish none of it had to happen. But I’m going to be with you every step of the way, I promise.”

(Y/N) shook his head. “You can’t promise me that. Knock on wood.”

“What?” Gabriel chuckled.

“I don’t want you to have just jinxed yourself, now knock on wood.”

Gabriel smirked as he rasped his knuckles against the wooden bench three times. “Better?”

“A little,” (Y/N) mumbled and nuzzled his cheek against Gabriel’s shoulder. “I don’t think I’ll feel better until this fight is over.”

Gabriel wrapped his arms tightly around him. “How about this? I promise to do everything in my power to keep you distracted. That way, you’re not too stressed out.”

(Y/N) pursed his lips in thought. “Not too distracted, though. I had practically forgotten about the fight until now, and I still need to stay on my toes.”

“How about I distract you just enough to keep your mind off of it?”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Well then, Sugarplum, how do you propose I keep you distracted?”

“You can start by kissing me again,”

“Oh, I can do more than kissing,” Gabriel mused in a suggestive tone and wiggled his brows.

(Y/N) slapped his chest. “Perv,” he grumbled. “Let’s just start with kissing.”

“Taking it slow, I like your style,” Gabriel nuzzled his nose against (Y/N)’s.

(Y/N) smiled widely. “Then shut up and kiss me already.”

Without another word, Gabriel leaned down, capturing (Y/N)’s lips in a deep kiss. Just like that, all of his problems dissipated, and it felt as if he was floating. The park didn’t exist anymore, nor the stumbling locals who left the bar periodically. There were no stars, no more beautiful night sky. The only two things that existed were Gabriel and (Y/N). They were complete. They were strong. They were one. It felt as if nothing in Heaven, Hell, or in between could tear them apart. 

And everything was as it should be.

[bisaster-energy]

I have to know what nut allergy means 🤲🏻

god i had forgotten about this one til u tagged me💀i got the idea cos of some tiktok someone made about putting ghost pepper in their food to catch whichever coworker was stealing their food and ppl in the notes were freaking out cos "wHAt iF sOMeOnE iS ALlErGiC" me and my friend luke were like "god how funny would it be if you just went in someone's fridge drank all their milk and shit yourself cos ur lactose intolerant and then blame them for trying to poison u that logic is so crazy...what if it was a destiel au"

it's really just a silly hospital au i never got around to finishing it's cringy and basic but it's funny to me so i kept it

so cas is a doctor ofc i have to reward dean somehow.

he's neurosurgeon because i did watch grey's anatomy and dr. sexy being a parody of derek shepherd who's played by patrick dempsey who also played a guy named cass who was in a polyamory with jensen ackle's character and marilyn monroe. i had to put it in

i couldnt decide if i wanted dean to be a doctor too or a nurse but i know i wanted him in peds

basically it's one sided enemies to lovers with dean having beef with cas for no reason (he's hot and this frustrates dean to no end). meanwhile cas has a crush bigger than texas on that man

maybe a competitive aspect too like derek and burke had but less animosity. i try to lean into the soap opera aspect of it as if they're in a medical drama more than a REAL HOSPITAL because it's easier than doing extensive research <3

so maybe dean is a bit more of an asshole to cas than strictly necessary and no one else gets why. cas essentially gives up on trying to have a normal conversation w/dean and thinks he really hates him so he settles to only talk to him in a professional capacity so he wont encroach on his space more than he has to

dean takes this personally. i love misunderstandings

etc etc it comes to a head when maybe something happens that really sets dean off about cas (i haven't figured what yet) and so to get back at him he nabs a cookie from his lunch (cas already established that anyone can indulge in them but dean missed the memo ig)

anyways ruh roh! his dumbass is allergic to one of the ingredients cos it came into contact with walnuts or smth idk

dean's embarrassed as hell and cas finds him all swollen and fucked up and i haven't gotten past this part but yeah i just wanted cas to stab dean with an epi-pen really

overall very mid and silly and dumb but here's an excerpt anyway:

The neurosurgeon is, in Dean's humble (but also right) opinion, the only one worthy of the term Asshole around here, with a capital A.

Well, not the only one. But still.

And it's not like Dean didn't try to get to know him! New doctor shows up, windswept hair tousled to perfection, lab coat flaring behind him like some sort of superhero, gaze focused and intense, and eyes so so blue-

Ahem. Of course Dean is going to be intrigued he's a human being! It's not like Castiel was interested anyway. Barely said three words to Dean before rushing off somewhere else, probably to bless some other coworker with his angelic ass sculpted by god. Dean tried a few times after that and still ended up with nothing more than stilted small talk. Dude made talking to a brick wall seem like a cake walk. There was always something going on that had to cut their conversations short, and Dean thought Cas was just a shy guy at first, nothing wrong with that. But he's seen Dr. Novak easily chat with other staff for longer than two (painfully awkward) minutes. Especially Masters. God that snake just loves to hang off Novak, like that's her job instead of being a damn nurse. Even Balthazar, their own personal sleazeball of an anesthesiologist, allegedly manages to drag the uptight doctor out from time to time.

Not that Dean has been stalking them or anything. He just heard it through the grapevine like every other godforsaken rumor at this high school of a hospital. And if the grapevine happened to just be Balthazar himself bragging about their nights out in the breakroom, well that's Dean's business.

"I still say you need to give him a chance, Dean," his mammoth of a brother insisted, brushing his mane out of his face. Seriously, dude, just get a haircut. "I don't get what your problem with him is. Castiel is great! A little awkward maybe, but it really adds to his charm." Dean rolls his eyes.

"Sammy, you do realize you sound like you're trying to get me to adopt a dog that's about to be sent to the pound? It didn't work when you were eight and it won't work now. And, for your information, I've given Cas plenty of chances to talk to me. He's the one with the issue. You should be selling him all this kumbaya bullshit. And don't you have some lawsuits to prevent?"

It's Sam's turn to roll his eyes. "Whatever, Dean. If you gave up on talking to him then why the hell do you call him by a nickname?" With another flip of his mop, his brother left Dean spluttering for a reasonable answer. Which there is, of course. But Sam's long gone by the time he manages a weak "Castiel is a mouthful, okay?" "I'll say," came an annoyingly sultry voice from behind. Without turning Dean lets out a sigh. "Can I help you, Masters?" He asks flatly, already resigning himself to an unpleasant encounter. "Oh, don't be like that, Dean," God, he can practically hear the obnoxious pout he knows she's wearing right now. "I thought we could bond over what a mouthful Clarence is!" That has him spinning around.

meg is cas' bestie she can't understand why he's hung up on dean but she supports his terrible terrible taste. and if she can manage to convince dean they're fucking in the meantime well. god forbid women do anything

the reason sam seems so invested is cos the hospital has a betting pool over if these 2 get together and when. bros tryna make bank

[apocalypticwafflekitten]

Sweet Heart-to-Heart

Gabriel x Reader

A/N: I’ve been sucked back into this fandom against my will but oh well. This silly goofy man has my heart in a chokehold once again so here’s something entirely self indulgent and unwarranted

Original Imagine/Summary Thingy: You have a heart-to-heart with the Trickster, and in return, he rediscovers a part of himself in you.

Warnings: just one unexpected, non-consensual kiss. Other than that, there’s some angst and talk of the apocalypse. Reader doesn’t know that the Trickster is really Gabriel. This is set during Changing Channels in season five, so yeah!

Word Count: 3k

It had already been a rough day, a rough week honestly, and the last thing you needed was to enter an old paper mill and suddenly find yourself in the middle of some weird medical drama. You were wearing scrubs, the white coat, tennis shoes and all.

Now y’all knew this was the trickster. At least that was the running theory, so you were expecting something weird but this was…not what you were expecting.

And you certainly weren’t expecting some random guy dressed in scrubs to rush toward you with a bright smile, exclaiming “Doctor!” before holding your face in his hands and kissing you smack on the lips.

You were shocked to say the least, frozen in place for a second before regaining your senses. You take the strange nurse’s arm, spinning him to twist his arm behind him, slamming him into the closest wall.

“What the HELL do you think you’re doing?” You demand.

“Doctor! There’s no need to be so violent! It’s me Derek, remember!”

“I don’t know any Derek. Keep your hands off me and your mouth away from me y’hear?”

“But just yesterday, you confessed your love for me!” He insisted, struggling against your hold.

“I haven’t confessed shit and I’ve been here all of two minutes. Now you’ve got ten seconds to get out of my sight before I slap you five ways to Sunday. Got it?”

The strange nurse nodded frantically. The second you let him go he scurried off down the hall, rubbing at his pained wrist.

“We gotta get outta here.” You grumbled, clenching your fists and taking a deep breath.

“No kidding.” Sam agreed.

After a great deal of confusion, countless “seriously”s and Dean damn near fangirling over “Dr. Sexy” the Trickster showed himself, laughing at Dean's frustration.

You didn’t really pay attention to their conversation. You were on the verge of losing it. You almost lost Bobby a few days ago in that damn poker game, you keep hitting dead ends in your research on the apocalypse, and today just…the motel’s water heater was broken so your shower was cold, you had to heckle the police to talk to Mrs. Randolph, and just now that nurse had kissed you out of nowhere. You were frustrated and tired and at the end of your rope.

The Trickster’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, “And sorry about that nurse Sugar. That wasn’t in the plan. A mishap on set. He’s been let go.”

But the Trickster’s apology had fallen on frustrated ears, and his words had stung, the nonchalance of them striking so deep that something in you snapped.

He was shocked when you slammed his body against the wall. You damn near took the breath from his lungs you were so fast, and your hold on him was stronger than iron. But what got him the most were your eyes.

Y’know, you’d always been kind to him. Sweet even. You warned him of the Winchester’s ambush at the college; you kept Sam from killing him during the whole Mystery Spot debacle. You’d never been rude or short or bitter towards him. And your eyes, they were always full of compassion and warmth and something sweet in them that drew him to you.

But today, today there was no kindness in your eyes; no warmth or compassion. They were hard and cold as ice - brows furrowed until your eyes were shadowed. You grit your teeth, hissing at him with heaving breaths while staring dead into his wide eyes: “Not. Today.”

You blinked, and suddenly you were alone in an empty room. Well, not just any room. An auditorium - center stage, looking out upon rows of empty seats. It was the auditorium from your old high school.

“Alright Trickster, what do you want? I’ve had a long fucking week and I am not in the mood to play games. What’s the catch this time?” You called up to the roof of the auditorium, throwing venom into the air.

You were surprised when the trickster showed himself. No disguises or anything. Just him with his golden hair and whiskey eyes walking onto the stage from the wings.

“No catch. At least not for you. The bros are in the middle of somethin’, but you don’t have to worry about them. They’ll live.”

You gave him a skeptical look, then softened a bit. Your shoulders slouched and you looked away from him, down to the floor of the stage. It even had all the scuff marks and tape remains from years of use.

“Do you like it?” His voice rang from beside you.

“Huh?” You asked, looking up at him and quirking a brow.

“The stage? Do you like it?”

“Oh. Yeah. It’s--how’d you know about it?” You gave him a confused look and he gave you a small smile.

“I saw it in one of your memories. Thought it might help.”

“Oh so you read minds now too huh?”

He didn’t respond to that, but if you weren’t mistaken, there was a little embarrassed twinge of pink on his cheeks.

You let out a heavy sigh and sat on the edge of the stage, your feet dangling and swinging off the edge, “Did you actually bring me here or is it just a recreation?”

“It’s a recreation.” He answered, coming to sit beside you.

“You did a damn good job. You even got the scratch from the Cello Incident of ‘99.”

“The Cello Incident of ‘99? Sounds like a hell of a story.”

“It is.” There's a small waver to your voice as you look down to your hands, fiddling with a hangnail.

It was quiet for a moment and you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the Trickster watching you. He had been looking at the stage around him, wondering which scratch was the infamous one, but his eyes had snapped straight to you when he heard the waver in your voice. It sounded like you were about to cry, and that made some part of him, deep deep down, very pissed. But when he heard a small sniffle and a deep breath, he softened and concern poured through him.

“Are you okay Sugar? I don’t mean to be too nosy, but, just a minute ago, well, I’ve never seen you that angry before and now that you’ve had a moment, you seem…broken, for lack of a better word.”

You huff a laugh, “Yeah, that’s a good word for it. I’ve just…I’ve got a lot of shit going on right now and I-I might—“ you sigh and look out to the empty balcony, trying to regain your composure, “I might have to face a future that absolutely fucking terrifies me.”

“What future is that?” His voice is soft and careful. There’s something brimming under the surface - he swears he can feel it bubbling beneath your skin, but he doesn’t want to push you too hard.

You take another deep breath before looking to him, “One where I lose my brothers.”

He’s quiet for a second, eyes widening before he blinks. “I’ve got no plan on killing them, just so you know. Yeah they’re probably gonna get a little beat up, but they’ll be alright. Nothing will kill them where I’ve put them.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about. At least that wasn’t what I was talking about just now.”

“Then what is it?”

You sigh, something you seem to be doing a lot of today, before you begin to explain.

“Listen, angels are real okay? Angels, demons, heaven, hell, it’s all real, and right now, I’m sure you’ve noticed, everything’s going apeshit,” He nodded giving you a concerned look, “Well, that’s because Sam and Dean accidentally set off the apocalypse, and now….God, I don’t even know about now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, there’s these two Archangels, Michael and Lucifer right? The Devil, yeah. So, basically, angels can take humans as vessels - kinda hijack the person's body and use it as their own. In shorthand, it allows them to walk the earth without burning out the eyes of anyone who sees them. And as it turns out, Sam is supposedly this destined vessel for Lucifer, and Dean is the same but for Michael.” The trickster watches you as you speak and something old and long ignored starts to stir in his gut, “And basically, I’m not sure what all happened, but these two angels, they betrayed each other and now they’re gonna fight, taking my brothers as their vessels because for some reason they have to fight each other with vessels and they have to duke it out on earth, and they’re gonna kill each other and it’ll end the world, but the worst part—“

“They’ll kill Sam and Dean in the process.” He finishes for you when you can’t, when there are tears brimming your eyes.

You nod, taking a shuddering breath.

“Y’know, I’ve been traveling with them since I was fourteen. My parents were hunters. They went on jobs with John Winchester all the time so I’ve known the brothers since I was a kid. But there was one job - some vampires - that didn’t work out so well. The nest of vamps they were hunting killed my parents and John just took me in after that. I went to high school with the brothers. Even went to prom with Sam once,” The trickster made a face at that, “I grew up with them from that point on. From motel rooms, to small beginning hunts, all the way to now.” You smiled at the memories despite their bittersweet twinge, and your eyes remained fixed on your hands.

“You’ve been with them a long time. And here I was thinking it was a coincidence you were always around when I ran into the Winchesters.” The Trickster joked, earning a huffed laugh out of you.

“Yeah. And after all this time they’re just as annoying as they’ve always been. They’re just taller and they have deeper voices now. That’s it. Still can’t communicate worth a damn and they shoot before asking any questions.”

“So I’ve noticed. Thanks again for the warning back at the college. And for the Mystery Spot.”

“You don't have to keep thanking me. The huge bag of mini M&Ms and the little ‘thank you’ card got the message across.” You smile at him. There’s still the remnants of glossiness in your eyes, but seeing that smile made the Trickster beam inside.

“So your brothers can’t communicate worth a damn? That must be frustrating.” He says, laughing to himself at the irony of that statement. He knows damn well how frustrating it is.

“Yeah. It’s mostly misunderstandings, and they often refuse to tell eachother what’s really on their mind, whether it’s a concern, or a worry, or something they think, for some reason, they have to keep secret. They hide what they really think and feel from one another and all it does is cause problems.” You grimace, letting go of a breath, “The worst though is when they fight. Like genuinely fight. Like, yelling and arguing and going separate ways. It’s been a constant since right before Sam left for college and it’s become an inevitable truth with those two. If they’re not fighting now, they will be sometime in the future. But as annoying as it is they’re still the closest thing I have to a family so I stick with them and intervene when they’re being stupid.”

“Well, you’ve done a pretty good job of that from what I’ve seen.”

You smiled at his compliment, not missing the sincerity in his tone, “Thanks.”

You’d gone silent again, and the trickster worried that you were getting stuck in your head so he spoke up. “So. The apocalypse huh?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was despondent, hollow and tired.

“What’s your plan? I know you Winchesters don’t go easy. If there’s trouble, you’re gonna fight it.” He asked, thinking about the brothers and where they are now, knowing that exact stubbornness is what landed them in TV Land.

“I don’t know,” your voice began to quiver again. Just mentioning the apocalypse was enough to put a lump in your throat, “I feel so useless in all this, and damnit I’m trying to find some way to stop the apocalypse. Anything at all, but everything leads to a dead end and there's just…nothing,” You take a few heaving breaths, and look up to the ceiling so the tears don’t fall from your eyes, “An-and I keep looking for-for answers in new places and I’m willing to try any solution I find, but we can’t find anything. I-I just—I don’t wanna watch my brothers die and-and I don’t wanna end up alone, but I-I can’t stop it. I can’t help them and I’m just…useless.” You whisper with a lump caught in your throat. You gave up, tears are streaming down your face and you’re trying so, so hard not to sob as you speak. “And, unless I can find some miracle solution, I have to sit back and watch my brothers kill each other because two stupid idiots can’t sit down and work out their issues. Could they come together and talk it out? No! Of course not! It just has to be a celebrity deathmatch. The world has to end. All because two brothers won’t fucking talk to one another!”

He feels like he’s looking at a mirror image of himself. Everything you’re going through, fuck, he’s debating telling you who he really is. He figured you’d be pissed at him if he did, and you’d have every right to be. But he can’t help seeing some of himself in you. He knows what you’re feeling and part of him wants to tell you that you’re not alone, and you won’t ever be as long as he’s around.

He hears a sharp breath and he snaps back into reality, noticing how hard you’re straining yourself to avoid crying.

“Hey, come here,” he offers, opening his arms to wrap them around your shoulders. You immediately fall into him and wrap your arms around him, hiding in the crook of his neck, “It’s okay to cry Sugar. Let it out, it’s okay.”

You tremble in his arms before a violent sob rips from your throat. You squeeze him tight and burrow yourself in his neck, clinging to the only thread of safety you’ve felt in weeks.

“I know, I know, it’s alright. You’re safe here. Let it all out.” He’s gentle with you. One arm holds you against him while the other is gently running through your hair. His voice is soft again as the bubbling ache beneath your skin rears its head and shows itself.

There’s a pit deep in his stomach. Seeing you cry - you, the person whose saved his hide twice now, whose always been kind to him, whose given him a chance when all the Winchesters want to do is stake him, you with the compassionate eyes that see so much more of him than anyone else - seeing you cry makes his blood boil. And knowing his brothers have to do with it makes him want to take his archangel blade and have a heart-to-heart with both of them.

And then there’s the Winchesters. Yeah this was all predetermined. Yeah, Lucifer and Michael were always destined for those two. But Sam and Dean were ultimately the ones who kickstarted all of it. Even if it was an accident, they’re one of the reasons you’re crying right now and god, he hates it. He wants to void any agreement he made with the brothers and leave them in TV Land for the rest of eternity.

But he can’t do that. He knows you’d miss them. Them disappearing would be as bad as them dying, or worse, and there’s no way he could put you through that. He may not be their biggest fan, but they matter to you and there’s not a chance in hell he’d ever want to make you cry.

So he sits there with you on the edge of the stage, holding you and whispering reassurances in your ear while you sob and leave tear stains on his jacket.

He doesn’t mind of course. He’d hold you like this til’ the end of time if you’d let him. He’d be there to dry every tear and chase away any danger. He’d carry you in his arms and protect you from every fear you’ve ever known. All you’d have to do is say the word.

Not that you know that. And not that you will. At least not for now.

But there is something pulling at him, urging him to show you that he cares. There's a part of him that just wants to hold you tight against him and tell you that everything’s gonna be fine no matter how grim the future looks.

So despite what he knows about his brothers and the apocalypse; despite that he doesn’t believe what he's about to say is true, he’s overwhelmed by this need to comfort you. He wants to give you some shining ray of hope even if he doesn’t think there is one. So he leans down to your ear and whispers gingerly, “You’ll find a way to save them. I know you will.”

For a second he debated whether to add on his final thought, a little addendum to what he’d said. But when you squeeze him again, and look up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes, it just slips out, “And no matter what happens, I swear that you won’t end up alone. You will never be alone.”

You nod, a glint of hope just starting to shine in your eyes, “Thank you Trickster.”

You sniffle a few times and he poofs up a box of tissues for you. You thank him with a quiet laugh.

“You know, we’ve met so many times, you should probably give me something to call you other than just ‘Trickster.”

He huffed a laugh. Maybe this wasn’t the time for the whole truth to come out, but maybe a little sliver of the truth wouldn’t hurt for the moment. “You can call me Gabe if you like.”

You nod, “Thank you Gabe, for everything.”

“Anything for you Sugar.”

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Check out the prequel I wrote for this story: Sweet Surprises!

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