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Triple-A: Coming Back

Part 1 of Triple-A

Summary: When you and Sam started dating, you never though that the shared history of both dating the same man at different times would become something you would have to actively deal with. After all, Gabriel died before either of you ever met. But 2018 seems to be a year full of surprises...

Word Count: 1951

A/N: So, I’ve never really been a Gabriel girl. Never really saw it. But the Sabriel feelings were so strong in 13x20 that I couldn’t help myself... Also, I have more written (at least enough for another part) so let me know if you guys want it! The next part actually has Gabe in it...

“What’s going on, Sam?” Even as you asked, you climbed into your truck and got settled in for the long ride back to the bunker. “I haven’t even finished the hunt yet.”

“I-I-I… it’s hard to explain, Y/N. Just… come home, ‘kay? There’s… there’s something you need to see.”

“Sam, babe, you’re kinda freaking me out.”

He chuckled humorlessly on the other end of the call. “Yeah, well, you’re not the only one. It’s just… there’s something kinda big going on.”

“Big how?”

There was silence, and you took the opportunity to start up the truck, the loud, familiar rumble burning through your bones, calming you even as your boyfriend’s hesitance spiked your anxiety.

“Look, Y/N, I just… the kind of big that makes me want to make sure that you know how much I love you. And that no matter what happens when you get back, I’m always going to love you. No matter what.”

“Sam…”

“Y/N. You know that, right?”

“Dude. I know. I love you too. So fucking much. What the hell is going on?”

“I don’t… you just have to see it. Now I gotta—”

“Samuel Winchester you are not hanging up on your girlfriend like that. I don’t care what we talk about, but you’ve got me all worried and I need to hear your voice until I lose service.”

Your lives were dramatic, but Sam wasn’t. Not usually. Your heart was racing faster than your truck and all you could do was run through worst case scenarios in your head. It was going to be a long, eight-hour drive unless you could get your mind off of whatever Sam deemed important enough to pull you off a hunt.

“Besides,” you said when Sam stayed silent, obviously not knowing what to talk about. Whatever was going on had him all up in his headspace, taking over every part of his thoughts. “I haven’t talked to you in a few days. How’re things going?”

“Uh… yeah. That’s not really something I can talk about without giving everything away.”

“Then tell me.”

“You’d crash the car.”

“I’ll pull over.”

“I’d rather tell you in person.”

“Fuck, Sam. Is it really that bad?”

“Potentially.”

“Fine,” you snapped, immediately feeling bad. “Sorry. I just… I took this hunt for a few days off, you know? Apparently I have bad timing.”

“Wouldn’t have you any other way, babe,” Sam’s voice warmed. “When this is all over, we’ll be able to take a real few days off. No hunts, no demons or angels, no Dean… Just the two of us.”

He delivered the lines smoothly, but there was a hitch in that last one. The part about just the two of you. There was something going on that made him unsure about your relationship. In the two years you’d been together, he’d never been uncertain.

Nevertheless, you ignored the implications and continued with the conversation. “Somewhere sunny and warm.”

“Mountains for me and a beach for you.”

“Mmm. Can’t wait.”

After an hour, your call started to cut out as you ventured further into the Wyoming wilderness and lost service. As soon as you ended the call, promising to drive safe, all of the anxiety Sam managed to cull came back with twice the force.

What the hell was going on?

*****

“Honey, I’m home!” You sang as you walked into the bunker, hoping to start off whatever conversation awaited with a positive tone.

“Shit,” Sam’s mumble echoed through the bunker, making you raise your eyebrow. “In the library!”

“Hey,” you greeted, nodding to Cas and heading towards Sam. “What’s going o—”

A bright flash blinded you for a second and suddenly Dean was there too, a glowing rift behind him. Apparently you’d missed a lot in the few days you’d been gone, considering opening the rift hadn’t been an option before. Your conversation with Sam was, obviously, going to have to wait.

He turned to Dean. “Dean, Dean! Hey! Hey, you’re hurt.”

Dean waved him off. “No, no. I’m fine. I’m fine.”

A sharp noise spat through the room and the glowing rip in space closed. All you could do was stand there and stare as the scene played out, so fucking out of the loop that nothing was making sense.

“Hey, the—the—the rift. It’s…” Sam looked from the rift to Dean. “Where’s Mom? Where’s Jack?”

“Long story,” Dean sighed. “So Mom and the kid, they're not with Michael anymore. Ketch and Charlie are staying back to try to find them. There's a Charlie over there. She kicks ass.”

Ketch? Ketch went with Dean to the apocalypse world? What the hell? And how did they get the rift open? You had all of the ingredients except for an arch-angel. Where would they have gotten that? If they managed to get Lucifer, that was probably something they would have let you in on before now.

“Uh, Charlie Bradbury?” Sam asked, and you caught the hope in his voice. Her death hit the boys hard. Hell, it hit you hard and you didn’t have the history with her that they did.

“Yeah,” Dean confirmed before finally looking around the bunker. As he did, you let your eyes wander too, taking in the mess. A fight. Something happened… Dean headed further into the room, briefly meeting your eyes. But, with the duffle bag on your shoulder, he knew you hadn’t been a part of this and addressed his question to the boys. “What’s this? What—what… what’d I miss?”

Yeah. You’d like to know that too.

Cas took the lead with that question. “There was a demon incursion, led by Asmodeus.”

Asmodeus? Why would he want to get in here? How would he even get in here?

Dean, apparently, was on the same page as you. “Sorry, Asmodeus got in here?”

“Yeah, and—and—” Sam cleared his throat and glanced your way, almost apologetically. “And Gabriel killed him.”

You didn’t hear him right. There was no way. “What?”

“Gabriel?” Dean’s voice overpowered your tiny question. “That’s great. So, he’s back.” He didn’t seem surprised in the least. He sounded… hopeful. “Where is he?”

“He just left,” Cas said reluctantly, but your eyes were stuck on Sam’s and all of the voices started to fade away.

Gabriel? The arch-angel? Your ex-boyfriend? Your boyfriend’s ex-boyfriend? Or fuck buddy, or fling, or whatever they called themselves when they were together?

That Gabriel?

There were other Gabriels in the world, though. It wasn’t an uncommon name. There was no way they could be talking about…

Eyes still locked on Sam’s, you dropped your duffle and fell into a chair. All of your strength had been zapped out of you as soon as your brain processed the fact that the man you used to love, the man you once thought dead, he was alive and well and had been in this very room not even an hour before.

Sam slowly moved over and took the seat next to yours, reaching out to grip your hand.

From the phone call and the way Sam was watching your reaction closely, you had your answer.

“Sam? Sammy!” Dean’s sharp voice cut through the bubble that surrounded the two of you, making Sam look up at him. But you still couldn’t look away from Sam’s face. The face that you loved. The man who stayed by you every step of the way. Sam wouldn’t ever fake his death and not let you know. He would take you with him, dammit.

“What?”

“We still have his grace, though, right?”

Sam didn’t want to answer Dean’s question. It wasn’t going to be an answer that Dean would like. “Uh, we—we used his grace to—to heal him. So, it’s—it’s gone. It’s all gone.

“So, if it’s gone, then that means that we can’t open that door again,” Dean said carefully. His voice raised to a yell, finally drawing your eyes from Sam’s face. “If we can’t open that door, then I should’ve never come back!”

You’d missed so much the last few days… so much. It was like you were in shock, watching a movie. You counted the seconds of silence before Dean exploded, throwing things off the table with a resounding “Son of a bitch! Every time!”

His anger didn’t register with you, but Sam and Cas sure looked shocked.

Gabriel was… back?

*****

“You should’ve told me sooner, Sam.”

He plopped down on the bed, dropping his head into his hands. “I know. I know, baby. I just…”

“You just what Sam? Tell me.” You sat next to him and carefully pried his hands from his face until he had no choice but to look straight into your eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me? We both… we both loved him in our own ways. We both mourned his death. I thought we both understood where we stand on the Gabriel issue. Having the same ex.”

“It’s not… it’s not about that.”

“Then what is it about?”

With a sigh, he eased his hand from your hold and ran a hand through his hair. After a few seconds of silence, you couldn’t take it anymore and leaned forward to press your lips to his cheek. It had been a long few days without him and coming home to this news? You both seemed to need some reassurance. “Babe, you can tell me anything, you know that, right? I love you, and I’m here for you.”

“I know, I know.” His hand fell on top of your head, holding you against him with your forehead pressed against his cheek for a long moment. That contact seemed to help him gear up his energy and he let go of you to scoot back until he was sitting against the headboard with his arms held open for you. With that kind of invitation, you were powerless to deny him and you climbed into his lap, settling in the safety of his hold.

Reassurance. Gabriel’s return had shaken the both of you. Sam had been living with this knowledge for days. Even the few hours drive you had, made you come up with dozens of worst-case scenarios. Sam had days.

You pulled back just enough to look up into his face. “Sam. I’m not leaving. Not ever. I love you.”

“You love him too.” He wasn’t jealous. Just stating a fact. A fact that rang true for the both of you.

“I did. Maybe I still do. But he left me. He left us. He let us mourn him. He made that decision for me, for us. I didn’t have any say in it. But right now?” You pressed a soft kiss to Sam’s lips. “I choose you, Sam. I will always choose you. And I know that you’ll always choose me. That’s… that’s not nothing. That’s pretty… pretty important.”

His lips quirked up in the first real smile you’d seen on him since you got home. “Say that again.”

“I choose you, Sam.”

“And that other thing?”

That other… it clicked and you returned his smile. “I love you, Samuel Winchester. I love you and I choose you and I like you and nothing is ever going to change that.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“And that other thing?” You prompted, a twinkle in your eye accompanying your words.

He just grinned and kissed you. When he pulled back, his voice was barely a whisper. “I love you and I like you and I choose you and I will choose you every damn day of my life because you are the most perfect part of my life.”

“God, how did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

Part 2: Eye of the Storm

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Ch 5- Three’s a Crowd

Words- 1549

Rating- M

Summary- You, Sam, and Gabriel have the bunker to yourselves today, but something seems off about them.

Tags/Warnings- Gender-neutral reader insert, language, a bit of breaking the 4th wall lol

Today was a Free Day for Sabriel week! I decided to go with reader insert haha. Thought I’d try something different. I left it open if you want to read it as SabrielxReader or not. Up to you! Thanks again to @warlockwriter for the beta :)

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***

You whistled as you cracked eggs into a pan, cooking breakfast in the bunker kitchen. Cas and Dean were away on a hunt, and you had the bunker alone with Sam and Gabriel. Today was going to be a great day.

“I can snap some things up, maybe some minor healing, that’s it,” you heard Gabriel say from the hallway. That was odd, Sam should know that Gabriel was still recovering his grace. You shrugged, putting that out of your mind.

“Good morning you two,” you said cheerfully as they walked into the kitchen. They seemed a bit surprised at your greeting, but their faces quickly shifted into smiles.

“Good morning, y/n,” Sam greeted, then he looked confused by the words that came out of his mouth.

Gabriel did a double take at Sam. “Yeah, morning,” he said almost hesitatingly. They both sat down at the table.

Huh, maybe they had a late night. You finished the eggs and plated them with some toast, then served the three plates. Next you poured a cup of coffee for Sam, a glass of chocolate milk for Gabe, and your favorite drink for yourself. You joined them at the table and took a few bites of your food. Looking up, you saw that Sam was nibbling on a corner of the toast and Gabriel was stabbing his eggs without eating any. The mood was kind of tense.

“So, we have the bunker to ourselves today. What do you want to do?” you asked with a playful smile, trying to start a conversation.

Sam put his toast down. “Uh, I don’t know. What would you like to do?” he asked.

“Well, we could go out, or maybe stay in and have a movie marathon,” you trailed off as Sam and Gabriel gave you blank looks. What was wrong with them?

Gabriel grabbed on to Sam and stood up, pulling him out of his seat. “Actually, y/n, can you give us a moment?”

“Uhh sure,” you answered. You watched as they left the kitchen, then gave them a few seconds before following them out. Eavesdropping made you feel bad, but you needed to know what was happening, and all the Winchesters had a penchant for keeping secrets. They didn’t notice you and walked into Sam’s room, closing the door behind them. You slid up to the door and pressed an ear against it to listen.

“I’m not even sure what their name is!” said Gabriel. “When I try saying it, I know it, but then it’s gone!”

Huh?

“Gabriel, I know exactly what’s going on here. It’s a reader insert fic. That’s why we can’t describe them, the descriptions have to be provided by the reader,” Sam explained.

“You mean, someone is reading about what’s happening to us?”

What the fuck were they talking about? You’d read your fair share of fanfiction, but this was real life! Their conversation continued.

“I don’t know what’s happening, but y/n is harmless. We can just act like ourselves and watch some movies or something.”

“Okay Sam, but it still freaks me out how we say their name like that.”

You heard footsteps as they started to leave. Quickly, you left and ran to your room, which was just a couple of doors down. You got inside just as Sam and Gabriel exited their room, and leaned against the door, your heart racing. That wasn’t- it couldn’t be Sam and Gabriel. They were talking nonsense and acting almost like completely different people. What should you do?

Taking a deep breath, you walked to your dresser and grabbed the angel blade and gun Dean had given you. You would find out what happened to Sam and Gabriel and do everything you could to get them back. Leaving your room, you headed back to the kitchen with the gun and blade in hand.

“Oh there you are!” said Sam as you entered the kitchen. They were back at the table, actually eating their breakfast now. “We were wondering where you- Whoa!” He threw his hands up in surrender as you pointed the gun at him.

“Harmless, huh?” commented Gabriel to Sam, and he gave him an annoyed look in return.

“Shut up!” you shouted, brandishing the blade at Gabriel. “You aren’t Sam and Gabe. Where are they? What did you do to them?”

They looked at each other, seemingly having a wordless conversation, before reaching some agreement and facing you again.

“Look,” started Sam, “We are Sam and Gabriel, just, not from this universe. You know about alternate universes, right?”

Thinking for a second, you realized that you did. “Yeah, like the bizarro world where you were an actor.” Sam and Dean had told you about that adventure.

“Exactly,” chimed in Gabriel. “We came from another universe, where you don’t exist.”

You slowly lowered your weapons. That actually made sense somehow. “Why did you come here then?”

“Well, we didn’t actually choose to come here,” said Sam.

Gabriel stepped in. “My dad sent us. God? Yeah, he trapped us in a loop where we spend each day in some different crazy universe.”

You narrowed your eyes at them, not wanting to ask how they got in trouble with God of all people. “So where are my Sam and Gabriel?” you asked.

Sam frowned. “I’m not sure. I guess they’ll be back after we leave.”

“I hope so,” you said, then put the angel blade and gun away. You believed these two- they seemed to be telling the truth. Besides, if they wanted to hurt you they had every opportunity to do so already. In fact, you were kind of starting to feel sorry for them. “Is there anything I can do to help? To get you back to where you came from.”

“Thanks for offering,” said Gabriel, “but I’m afraid only God can get us out of this.”

You sighed. “So now what?”

“Now we spend one day here, and we’ll be gone by morning. We usually get transported when we sleep," Sam answered.

“Have you tried not sleeping?”

“The first time happened when we were very much awake,” said Gabriel.

“I think I like it better when we’re sleeping,” grimaced Sam.

Well, today wasn’t gonna go the way you planned, but you were still going to make the most of it. “Come on, let’s go out. I want something sweet.”

“It's eleven in the morning, y/n,” Sam said matter of factly.

“Sam!” Gabriel mock gasped in horror. “Of course we’ll go out for dessert.”

Sam shook his head but went along with it, and thirty minutes later you were at the ice cream parlor in town.

You ordered large scoops of your favorite ice cream flavor and Sam got a cone of pistachio. Meanwhile, Gabriel had ordered a large sundae, complete with whipped cream and fudge. You all sat down at a table to eat and talk.

You told Sam and Gabriel about your story, how you had met the Winchesters and stuck around. And how your Gabriel had “died” at the Elysian Fields Hotel, but came back a couple of years later, apologizing profusely. He would pop in and out of your lives until he and your Sam finally got together, a couple of years ago. That was around when he used up almost all of his grace trying to stop Amara, and he was still recovering.

Sam and Gabriel were enthralled by your story, then told you the differences of their world. You couldn’t believe that Gabriel had been tortured all those years, and that Lucifer of all people had a son! But what surprised you the most was that they had only officially been together for a few days. From the way they looked at each other you could have swore they had been married for years.

Time flew by as you talked and finished your ice cream, and you decided to go back to the bunker. The rest of the day would be spent on a movie marathon.

There was a bit of arguing over the movie choice, “We are not watching Kill Bill again Gabriel.” Sam had said at one point, but you all agreed on the Lord of the Rings trilogy. You watched in the Dean cave, Sam and Gabriel sharing a couch while you took an armchair. With blankets, popcorn, and drinks, you were set.

Halfway through The Two Towers, you stopped to order pizza. There was some contention over the toppings, and you had to be the deciding vote over pineapple, but you managed to get it ordered. Once the pizza arrived, you got back to the movies, Gabriel's running commentary somehow adding to the experience.

During The Return of the King, you looked over to see Sam had fallen asleep, his head leaning back into the couch. Gabriel was tucked next to him, leaning up against his shoulder and lightly snoring. You smiled at the sight, but felt a pang in your heart when you remembered they weren’t the Sam and Gabe you knew. Standing up, you pulled their blanket higher up on them, not finding it in yourself to wake them up. You turned off the TV and went to your room for the night. Hopefully in the morning everything would be as it should.

[imagining-supernatural]

Triple-A: Masterlist

SamxReader, Past: SamxGabriel, ReaderxGabriel

Summary: When you and Sam started dating, you never though that the shared history of both dating the same man at different times would become something you would have to actively deal with. After all, Gabriel died before either of you ever met. But 2018 seems to be a year full of surprises…

Coming Back

Eye of the Storm

SERIES KIND OF COMPLETE BUT ALSO MIGHT BE CONTINUED???

LAST UPDATE: AUGUST 26, 2018

[imagining-supernatural]

Gonna interrupt your day real quick...

... because I’ve never really understood Sabriel before but goddamn! 13x20 “Unfinished Business” is making me see it!! Geez

Like ever since they brought Gabriel to the bunker it’s been there.