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Can you possibly do an imagine where youre friends with dean and sam and you end up meeting gabriel and you fall for him and he feels the same?

Anonymous

Hi! I’m sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after.

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You stormed out of your bedroom in the bunker. “I swear to God, if you two don’t shut up, I’m going to rip -” Your words were cut short by the third man standing in the kitchen with the Winchesters.

“Oh. Hi,” you said awkwardly, very aware that your hair was a mess and that you were only wearing tatty old pyjamas.

“Hey, sweetheart,” the attractive stranger replied.

“I’m Y/N,” you told him, extending your hand.

“Gabriel.” But instead of shaking your hand, he brought it to his mouth, leaving a kiss there.

A dark flush spread across your cheeks and you tried to cover it up with a change of subject.

“So…what brings you to be standing in our kitchen at 7 o'clock on a Saturday morning? Talking loud enough to wake the dead, I might add. And me.”

“Sorry about that,” he apologised, eyes holding yours for a moment.

“Uh, guys?” Sam asked.

“Wh-what?” you stuttered, turning your attention to the Winchesters.

“We were just discussing some things with Gabriel about the situation in Heaven,” Dean explained.

“So you’re a hunter too?”

“A little more than that,” Gabriel replied. You frowned in confusion.

“He’s one of the douchebag angels.”

“Dean!” Sam hissed.

“Yes, Dean. Listen to your brother. I don’t have to help you, you know. Pissing me off won’t do you any favours.”

“Well how about I kill you a hundred times in a row and we’ll see how you like it?” Dean suggested aggressively.

“Did you do that to him?” you gasped.

Gabriel waved off your concerns. “It’s a long story. But it’s resolved now.” He turned back to Sam and Dean. “So shall we get back to our discussion or should I just leave?”

Dean clenched his jaw before replying. “Fine. I’ll play along. But don’t think this means we’re friends or anything.”

“You know what? I’m just gonna go back to bed. Try to keep the noise down this time,” you told them, turning towards the door.

“Sweet dreams,” Gabriel told you. You glanced up at him, trying to work out if he was being sarcastic, but his expression looked genuine.

“Um, I will,” you replied, leaving the room. As you did, you could’ve sworn you felt his eyes following you.

When you got back into bed, you had trouble calming down the butterflies in your stomach.

“For goodness sake,” you muttered, ramming the pillow over your head to put you thoughts to a halt. “You just met him. Pull yourself together!”

You drifted off, and a mischievous smile haunted your dreams.

When you finally woke up again, it was 10 o'clock, a much more reasonable hour than the time you’d been woken at earlier.

You stumbled into the kitchen, surprised to find the bunker so quiet.

“Sam and Dean went out to question some people,” a voice said from the doorway.

You spun around, closing the fridge door.

“I didn’t realise you were still here,” you told Gabriel. “How come the Winchesters let you stay?”

“Let’s just say that I hold a great deal more power than they do,” he replied. “Plus, there’s something that I wanted to do.”

“Oh?” you asked, your heart faltering. “And what would that be?”

“This.” Gabriel crossed the room in a couple of strides and placed his hands on your hips. Holding you against him, he leaned down to place a kiss to your lips.

“What was that?” you breathed.

“I believe if you consulted a dictionary, it would say-”

“No,” you interrupted, “what I meant was why.”

“You’re beautiful,” Gabriel answered. “And I think I like you.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he confirmed. “We should definitely go out on a date sometime.”

You laughed at his confidence. “Well, if you insist,” you teased, drawing him towards you for another shot.

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Feb 1

Hello!!! (^.^) I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is Sam and Deans little sister and she dies, but Gabriel lifts her from hell and they're all dating and Sam, Dean, and Cas find out (•~•) and they forbid you to go out with him but you do it anyways? Im so sorry if you don't wanna. I'm sorry.

Anonymous

Hey. No need to be sorry! If anyone should be apologising, it’s me. I had to catch up on some episodes so I’m so sorry this imagine took so long! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

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Fire. Screams. Torment. Agony. You’d seen a lot of horror movies in your time, even lived a few, but none of the terrible events that had happened in those could even begin to compare to the reality of hell. Every moment that went by was an eternity. Every minute seemed to last a thousand lifetimes. Time here seemed impossible. You’d been in Hell forever, but the occasions where you were told that the day of torture was over seemed few and far between.

Flames. Anguish. Terror. Wings. Wings?

Something was wrong. Or perhaps right. You had no idea. All you knew was that Hell was always the same, but this was different.

A hand gripped your shoulder. You could feel the shape of it being branded into your skin. And then it happened - the rising sensation.

—-

You woke up in a field that looked as though a hurricane had torn through it. You stepped over an uprooted tree, fear and confusion making coherent thought impossible.

“Miss me?” a voice to your right asked.

You whipped your head around to find Gabriel standing there, a lighthouse to guide you amidst all this destruction. You ran towards him and threw your arms around him, finally feeling safety again as his arms pulled you in.

“It’s you,” you sobbed into his chest. “It’s really you.”

“You bet it is,” he replied. “You won’t believe what I had to go through to get you out of Hell.”

“So that was you?” you asked, pulling away to look up at him.

“Who else?” he answered. “There’s no way I would ever leave you in there. You deserve so much more than that.”

You smiled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, the first time you could remember in a long time when you were actually expressing happiness.

“How long?” you whispered.

“A month.”

“A month?” you questioned. “But that’s, that’s impossible! No, surely not. I was there for so much longer than that!”

“Time works differently down there.” Gabriel explained.

“Oh, God,” you whispered. “I was really there, wasn’t I? It really happened. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” you started repeating over and over, like a mantra. Tears had worked their way down your face again, blurring your vision and forcing you to sit on one of the fallen trees.

Gabriel sat down beside you and pulled you towards him.

“Hey, I’m here. You’re safe now, Y/N. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he murmured.

While his voice and embrace were soothing, all the stress and fear and pain you’d felt in Hell took over and it was at least an hour before your brain was able to process anything beyond your immediate situation.

“My brothers,” you said finally, wiping a hand across your eyes. “I have to see them.”

“Are you sure? I mean, is right now really the best time?” Gabriel questioned.

“I have to. They’ve spent a month thinking I was dead. I have to let them know I’m alive.”

“Alright then. I’ll send you over,” Gabriel consented as he pressed a finger to your head to send you away.

Before you stood the door to a motel room. As you looked around, you could tell that it was fairly low budget, but you couldn’t care less. On the other side of that door were the people who meant the most to you in the world.

You slowly raised your hand and, with only a moment of hesitation, knocked.

“If you’re the cleaning person, we’re alright in here,” Dean’s voice floated out to you.

“I’m not the cleaning lady,” you answered with a shaky laugh.

“What the-” Dean began, only to cut himself off abruptly as he wrenched open the door.

“Sammy!” he called, warning in his tone.

“Dean!” you cried, stepping towards him.

“Stay where you are,” Dean commanded, holding a gun towards you.

You raised your hands in a conciliatory gesture.

“Dean, it’s me. I’m back,” you told him. “Really, it’s me. Same as before.”

“We’ll see about that,” Dean said, just as Sam stepped into your line of vision.

“Y/N,” he whispered as he caught sight of you.

“We’ve got some tests to run, Sammy,” Dean said.

“Right,” Sam replied, picking a bottle of holy water and pouring it over you. Next, Dean picked up some salt from a side table and threw it on you. Finally, Sam pulled out a silver knife and dragged the blade across your forearm.

“Are you done?” you asked, dripping with water.

“Y/N,” Dean murmured as he grabbed you and pulled you into an embrace. It soon turned into a three way hug when Sam wrapped his arms around you as well.

“You’re back,” Sam whispered.

“We’re so, so sorry, Y/N,” Dean said, his voice muffled by your hair. “It’s our fault you had to go there.”

You extricated yourself from their arms. “Guys, none of this was your fault,” you told them firmly. “Besides, that doesn’t matter now. I’m safe. That’s what’s important.”

“Y/N,” a new voice said.

“Cas!” you exclaimed, looking behind you to find one of your closest friends.

“I’m very glad to see you alive again,” he told you. “However, I don’t understand how this came about.”

“Wait, you mean you didn’t do this?” Dean asked.

“Then who did?” Sam queried.

“Hello, boys.” The three of you turned to find that Gabriel had also arrived.

“Gabriel?” Sam asked in surprise.

“The one, the only,” Gabriel replied cockily, which caused you to roll your eyes as you moved to stand beside him.

“I don’t understand,” Cas began. “Why did you raise her? I don’t recall hearing any such plans.”

“I did it on my own terms. I wasn’t just going to leave Y/N there,” Gabriel answered as he gave your hand a squeeze.

Sam noticed this and asked, “Y/N, what’s going on?”

Shyly, you looked up at Gabriel, who gave you a nod. “Gabriel and I are…together.”

“What?” Sam and Dean burst out in unison.

“Y/N, I don’t think that’s the best idea,” Sam said while Dean stood beside him, seething with rage.

“And why not?” you demanded to know.

“Well, for starters, he’s angel,” Sam explained.

“So? Cas is an angel!” you defended yourself.

“You’re not dating Cas!” Dean exclaimed.

“I must say I agree with them,” Cas told you. “A relationship with an angel would be…complicated.”

“So what? I can handle it.”

“Do you even know what you’re getting yourself into? This guy messes with people’s heads for a living!” Dean yelled.

At this, Gabriel decided enough was enough and drew himself up to his full height.

“I would never do such a thing to Y/N,” Gabriel said. “I love her.”

“You what?” Sam asked.

“I love her,” Gabriel repeated.

“What about you, Y/N? Do you feel the same way?” Sam asked you.

“I do,” you uttered.

Dean huffed out an annoyed breath. As he looked between you and Gabriel, he seemed to reach some sort of decision.

“Fine then,” he began as he stepped up to Gabriel, stabbing a finger into his chest. “But don’t think that because you brought Y/N back, you’re automatically off the hook for everything. If you hurt her, we will hunt you down and kick your ass.”

Dean backed off and you noticed that Sam and Cas were also sending threatening glances in Gabriel’s direction. You didn’t care though. You were back with your family and you had another shot at life, all with the man you love standing beside you.

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could you do an imagine where sam and dean are out hunting so gabe stops by to have a movie day with you in the bunker? Could you maybe make it all fluffy with a little make out sesh? aha thank youu! xx

Anonymous

Hey! I’m sorry it took a while for me to get this request done. I had to catch up on a few episodes. Anyway, I’m not sure if the amount of fluff was what you were hoping for but I did put in the make out session! Although I’ve never written that kind of thing before so I hope it didn’t suck!

I hope you like it!

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“Ugh,” you moaned as you flopped down onto your bed. Sam and Dean had just left to go work a case and you had no clue where Cas was. The next few days in the bunker were going to be boring and lonely.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” a cocky voice asked from the open door.

Sitting upright, you looked towards the doorway and saw Gabriel standing there, watching you.

“Gabriel! What the hell are you doing here?” you asked in astonishment.

“I heard that you might be on your own around here so I thought I’d drop by. I figured we could watch some movies or something,” he replies.

“You want to watch movies with me?” you asked skeptically. “An angel wants to slum it with a human and spend the day watching movies?”

“Sure. Why not? I’ve been around a while - things get boring after a bit of time,” he shrugged.

“Alright then,” you said as you headed down to where the TV was. “Let’s do this. But I pick the movies,” you warned.

“Sure. Whatever you want,” Gabriel agreed.

You bent down and loaded Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone into the DVD player. It was one of your favourite movies ever and you practically never got to watch it.

When you were done, you stood up and turned around, only to find Gabriel settled into the couch with a bowl of popcorn.

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that real popcorn or did you work some kind of trickster magic on it?”

“It’s as real as it gets,” Gabriel answered. “That’s what happens when you have friends in high places. Literally.”

You rolled your eyes and sank into the couch beside him, helping yourself to a mouthful of popcorn.

“Well, thanks,” you told him. “But shut up now. The movie’s starting.”

You had been watching the movie for a while when you realised that you were close to your favourite part, the scene where Harry, Ron and Hermione face down the troll on Halloween.

You nudged Gabriel. “This is it! It’s my favourite bit. You don’t want to miss it!”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Gabriel wasn’t paying attention to the screen.

“You aren’t even watching it!” you accused. “This is the best part!”

“I’m already looking at the best part,” Gabriel answered, looking straight at you.

“Gabriel…” you began, unsure of how to respond.

He set the popcorn down on a side table and leaned in towards you. With his face only centimetres from yours, he paused for a moment, hesitant, before closing the gap between you and matching his lips to yours.

After a moment, he pulled away again.

“Wh-what was that?” you stuttered.

“Too much?” he asked with a smirk. But as you looked into his eyes, you could see that he was actually afraid of how you were going to react.

“No, not at all. Just…unexpected,” you finished, pulling his face to yours once more.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought that you’d end up kissing an angel. And yet here you were, your heart pounding in your chest and your cheeks flushing as Gabriel’s lips moulded themselves around yours.

What had started out as a couple of chaste kisses soon intensified and it wasn’t long before you were both out of breath, clothes askew and hair a mess.

“Wow,” you gasped out, your back pressed against the seat of the lounge with Gabriel hovering above you. “I guess you were right. This was the best bit.”

Gabriel grinned at you, before leaning down to fit his lips to yours once more.

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