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Not Dead (Gabrielxreader)

“(y/n) wait!” Sam yelled but you didn’t stop. You just kept running into the hotel forcing Sam and Dean to follow.  You knew what that white flash of light meant but you didn’t want to believe it. There was a small part of your mind that kept trying to convince you that he was still alive and that light hadn’t come from him.

When you made it into the room any scrap of hope left you. Gabriel laid lifeless in the center of the room, the image of his wings burned into the floor. You walked over to sit beside him and brought his head onto your lap.

“Gabriel you idiot,” you whispered as you ran your hands through his hair. The shock wouldn’t let you cry or calm your shaking hands. All you could do was look down at your angel with a blank expression. Sam and Dean made their way towards you and kept trying to get you to talk to them but you couldn’t focus on what they were saying. Their words just echoed in your head not making any sense. Dean eventually had to just pick you up and carry you to the car. Somewhere along the drive to Bobby’s you fell asleep, the image of Gabriel never leaving your mind.

~2 weeks later~

You wandered around Bobby’s house bored and alone. Sam and Dean had left on a case and Rufus had called Bobby needing help on his own hunt. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to focus on hunting you decided to stay behind, a choice you were beginning to regret. You found yourself reading a book about ancient demon lore when you heard a familiar voice.

“Glad to see your still having so much fun without me.” You looked up to see Gabriel standing across the room, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. You looked back at him in disbelief.

“Not dead?” you asked.

“Not dead.” You quickly got up to walk over to him and, thinking you were going to pull him into a hug, Gabriel opened his arms to you. He was very much surprised, however, when he felt your fist connect with his jaw.

“Oww what the hell (y/n)?”

“Oh don’t ‘what the hell’ me Gabriel. You made me think you were dead for two weeks! Did you really think I would just run into your arms and everything would be okay?”

“Well I was kind of hoping it would be somewhere along those lines,” he said rubbing his jaw.

“Why did you wait this long to say something! You know we have these amazing things called phones. If Cas knows how to use one then I’m sure you do too.”

“Okay okay I get it. I should have told you. But I had stuff that needed to be attended to!”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Angely stuff.”

“Angely stuff?”

“Yes.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“I would, but I’d have to kill you.”

“Please, you couldn’t kill me I’d kick your ass.”

“Yeah probably. I could still try though,” he said smiling at you. You crossed your arms and tried to glare at him but ended up smiling as well. Seeing your smile he pulled you into a hug and tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, causing you to put your arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I really am. Next time, I’ll make it look like you died too so we can be not dead together.”

“Okay but only if we die really dramatically, like Thelma and Louise style,” you mumbled against his neck.

“Sounds like a plan. But first, let me check something,” he said. You pulled back to look at him confused when he put his hand behind your head and pushed your lips against his.

“Yup,” he said after he pulled away from you. “Still as good as I remember. Now we really need to get out of this place it’s so boring and depressing.”

“And what do you have in mind?” You asked.

“I hear Rome is great this time of year.”

“Only if I get to sit on top on the Coliseum.”

“Alright, but you only get to sit. Don’t even think about doing any back flips off of it.”

“Aww c’mon just one. Please? You’ll be my favorite angel.”

“Shouldn’t I already be your favorite?”

“Eh me and Cas are pretty close. And HE doesn’t pretend to be dead,” you said poking Gabriel’s chest.

“Okay fine. If I let you do a back flip off of the Coliseum will you forgive me?”

“Woah hold on. One back flip only makes you my favorite. If you want forgiveness it’s going to take more than that.”

“I’ll let you push me off the Coliseum.”

“Deal.”