Anna gatecrashes Dean’s dream. Awkward. Tries to plant suspicion of Cas, but Dean… trusts Cas and tells him everything.
Anna wants to stop the apocalypse by killing him in such a way that he could never be resurrected, but Cas insists they “Find another way.” And then reports back to Sam and Dean (who ask if Anna has a point here), but Cas is clearly already 100% on Team Winchester. He can see that yes, Anna does have a point, but he’s more ready to sacrifice Anna– an angel he’s known and been close with for MILLIONS OF YEARS– than Sam.
If Anna can’t get to Sam in the present because Cas is protecting him, she decides to try going to the past, to kill Mary before Sam can even be born.
(Sam experiences his first Angel Booping)
(Dean puts Cas up in the Honeymoon Suite for five nights with a Do Not Disturb Under Any Circumstances order… like did the desk clerk dude think Dean was gonna be up there with him?)
MARY: I don’t do that anymore. I have a normal life now. You have to go. MARY moves to close the door. DEAN holds an arm out to stop her. DEAN: I’m sorry, but this is important, okay?
(surrrrre Mary. You don’t do that anymore)
Mary has let John believe that Samuel died of a “heart attack.” I wonder how she explained how her mother died the same night? Either way, it’s interesting that it’s JOHN who really wants Sam and Dean to stay for dinner, because he hasn’t met much of Mary’s side of the family. Which further proves that it was John with the notions of family that have formed the basis for Dean’s definition of what family is.
Mary picks up an angel blade for the first time, and John has his first encounter with the Supernatural, prefacing the Most Awkward Family Road Trip ever.
Poor John trying to pretend that all of this is just fiiiiine, that learning that angels and demons are real and your wife and her entire family have been monster hunters going back generations and this is the first you’re hearing about it is just another Tuesday… And just defiantly accepting all of this and making himself useful. Maybe next time don’t just angrily draw the knife across your own palm like that. There’s a reason Sam and Dean usually cut their forearm instead of their hand… best not to have injured hands if you’re gonna be in a fight situation, you know?
(as a Marine he really should’ve know that already…)
(still, for grumpy defiance while still cooperating with this huge pile of insanity that was just dumped on him like this, I’d say he was doing pretty well for himself okay)
(enough for Dean to comment that this version of John really reminds him of his dad… >.>)
SAM: Uh…I wanted to say I—I’m sorry about all this. I—I know it’s a lot. JOHN: Look, how long have you known about this…hunting stuff? SAM: Pretty much forever. My dad raised me in it. JOHN: You’re serious? Who the hell does that to a kid? SAM: Well, I mean, for the record, Mary’s parents did. JOHN: I don’t care. You know, what kind of irresponsible bastard lets a child anywhere near—Y-you know, you could’ve been killed!
(without knowing it, John judges his future self really harshly…)
SAM: I used to be mad at him. I—I mean, I used to… I used to hate the guy. But now I—I… I get it. He was…just doing the best he could. And he was trying to keep it together in—in—in this impossible situation. See… My mom, um… She was amazing, beautiful, and she was the love of his life. And she got killed. And…I think he would have gone crazy if he didn’t do something. Truth is, um, my dad died before I got to tell him that I understand why he did what he did. And I forgive him for what it did to us. I do. And I just—I love him.
Meanwhile, Anna calls down Uriel and LIES TO HIS FACE:
ANNA: In the future, these people are going to kill you, Uriel. I’m giving you the chance to kill them first.
(heeey who killed Uriel, Anna? Oh, right. YOU DID.)
Dean has his first “convince Mary he’s who he says he is” moment, just like the one in 12.01…
MARY: I raised my kids to be hunters? DEAN: No. No, you didn’t. MARY: How could I do that to you? DEAN: You didn’t do it. Because you’re dead.
And it seems that’s the WORST thing she can imagine. Not that she dies, not that John becomes a hunter too, but that her kids grow up to hunt themselves.
SAM: Listen, you think you can have that normal life that you want so bad, but you can’t. I’m sorry. It’s all gonna go rotten. You are gonna die, and your children will be cursed. MARY: There—there has to be a way.
And Dean only gets one second to realize that there’s two of him in that room, because Mary’s already pregnant with him… before Uriel shows up to kill them. But then Michael shows up to save them. Because apparently despite Anna’s orders from Heaven, Michael still wants this Apocalypse to happen. Not just to kill Sam so Lucifer can’t have his vessel, but he really WANTS the whole thing to go down as planned.
DEAN: Oh, I get it. You got beef with your brother. Well, get some therapy, pal. Don’t take it out on my planet! MICHAEL: You’re wrong. Lucifer defied our father, and he betrayed me. But still…I don’t want this any more than you would want to kill Sam. MICHAEL turns away. MICHAEL: You know, my brother, I practically raised him. I took care of him in a way most people could never understand, and I still love him. MICHAEL turns back. MICHAEL: But I am going to kill him because it is right and I have to. DEAN: Oh, because God says so? MICHAEL: Yes. From the beginning, he knew this was how it was going to end. DEAN: And you’re just gonna do whatever God says. MICHAEL: Yes, because I am a good son.
And this conversation right here is EXACTLY why I give zero fucks about Lucifer suddenly being labeled as “the older brother.” Well, this in combination with everything else we’ve ever learned about archangels going all the way back to 4.18 and Cas’s warning to Dean, that “archangels are fierce. They’re absolute. They’re heaven’s most terrifying weapon.” They’re also sort of the antithesis of Free Will.
Michael’s loyalty, Lucifer’s rebellion. Raphael’s s6 insistence of restarting the apocalypse… (sure Gabriel broke the mold a bit, mainly because he’d always been stuck in the middle between Michael’s loyalty and Lucifer’s rebellion, but he was the biggest proponent of “Play Your Roles” in the history of the show. Gabriel was always the one trying to just get the whole apocalypse over with. Because he always knew how it was intended to end– one of his brothers would have to kill the other.
Exactly the way Lucifer convinced Cain that he must kill his brother.
Exactly the way Cain tried to convince Dean that he would have to kill his brother.
HELL EXACTLY THE WAY JOHN TOLD DEAN HE WOULD HAVE TO KILL SAM.
From the moment Chuck entrusted Lucifer with the Mark of Cain and locked away the Darkness, THIS BECAME THE SCRIPT. This literally became the story God was writing, and to the archangels that meant that this became their reality. This became their roles, and Michael and Lucifer both played their roles.
But EVERYTHING about them playing their roles came down to Dean Winchester saying NO to this, to denying God’s plan for him. Just as much as Castiel has always been a spanner in the works for Heaven, Dean has been the same for Humanity. And they’ve both been there for each other to help defy God’s Plan, to unravel the script and rewrite it over and over again.
In doing so, Dean broke free from his destiny, from the script to be nothing more than another iteration of the old script. Taking on the Mark of Cain and overturning THAT part of his “destiny” and his family’s legacy was just the next step (and he couldn’t have done that part on his own… he still needed Sam to step up and say NO, along with Cas).
After the Darkness was free, Sam almost gave in to take on that destiny for himself (taking on the Mark himself, thereby starting the whole cycle over again but with Lucifer in the role of the “first son,” since Lucifer was on the scene and NOT being offered the responsibility of taking on the Mark again…
But Lucifer is still an archangel, he’s still “absolute,” and he still has no idea what to do with Free Will. He has no script, he has no role to play. So for the first time in his entire existence, he IS the “big brother.” With Michael in the cage, his link to his “true vessel” severed by Dean’s rejection of it, he’s become “lesser than.”
We’ve gone off script here, and Lucifer’s learning that in this post-destiny world with Chuck having relinquished the earth to Humanity, he can write his own script just like everyone else. And this is Lucifer’s story now.
(I mean, from Lucifer’s pov here, not that SPN is now the Luci Show, because no it’s obviously not…)
Because to an archangel, there is no such thing as free will:
MICHAEL: Think of a million random acts of chance that let John and Mary be born, to meet, to fall in love, to have the two of you. Think of the million random choices that you make, and yet how each and every one of them brings you closer to your destiny. Do you know why that is? Because it’s not random. It’s not chance. It’s a plan that is playing itself out perfectly. Free will’s an illusion, Dean. That’s why you’re going to say yes. Oh, buck up. It could be worse. You know, unlike my brothers, I won’t leave you a drooling mess when I’m done wearing you.
(Yeah, sure, Michael. I mean, how long did y’all plan all this BS out? How hard did y’all have to work to make sure Sam and Dean were born? And that they would be raised to be hunters, to be born, bred, raised, and trained to be the Ultimate Vessels?
just see Cas in 4.16:
Strange. Strange how a leaky pipe can undo the work of angels when we ourselves are supposed to be the agents of fate.
yeah, angels are the “agents of fate,” moving the playing pieces into position and setting up the apocalypse…)
DEAN: Team Free Will. One ex-blood junkie, one dropout with six bucks to his name, and Mr. Comatose over there. It’s awesome. SAM: It’s not funny. DEAN: I’m not laughing.
Type: Gabriel x Reader Genre: Fluff Note: First shot I publish here ayeee ☆☆I hadn’t planned on writing anything for Saint Valentine, as I’m already writing another imagine, but I found this in my drafts and decided to give it a go. Enjoy! ~
You were resting on the couch, cuddled up with Gabriel under a blanket, his eyes drifting lazily on a low-budget movie he’d found on some channel some minutes before. The room was buried in semi-darkness and the cocoon of blankets in which Gabriel had enveloped you was way too comfy for you to manage to keep your eyes open. Then again, in fact, you were almost about to fall asleep, cradled by the angel’s touch, when the sudden interruption of a scene of the movie woke you up, the noises of a romantic chocolate commercial filling the room. You mumbled something, diving your head into his chest. “It’s Saint Valentine, tomorrow”, you murmured, your eyes not leaving the screen. Gabriel poked your belly, jokingly, and held you tighter to his chest, looking almost annoyed of the fact that your cuddles had been interrupted by an awkward low-budget commercial. “And ya think the most handsome and romantic angel of the garrison would forget it?”, he said, his nose pressing through your hair, his lips leaving a kiss on the back of your head. You sighed. Then an idea came to your mind.
I know many people are upset about what’s going on with Cas, and I understand that - Cas is probably my favourite character, and the reason I fell in love with this show for good, and I feel so sorry for him it hurts. But I have to say - it’s a good kind of hurt. I think the story so far is making narrative sense, and if it’s sad and tragic - well, that’s the kind of story they’re telling: a story of sadness and tragedy.
And also - yes, Cas has been gone a long time now, but, in a way, he was never as present as he was in this season, both in our hearts and minds and in Dean’s heart and mind. Which I count as a win.
And now Cas is back. Sort of. I have to say - after so much Lucifer, I had sort of forgotten how different they actually are, and to see Misha shifting between them was a real gift.
That scene in Heaven was nowhere near enough, and also rather sudden - unless, of course, it wasn’t. For me, it sort of made sense that Cas was his usual self - a bit mournful and a bit doubtful, but perfectly rational and willing to fight -
- because, as I wrote five months ago, I want to think Cas was never broken to begin with. Sure, he did spend a lot of time just staring at stupid stuff on TV, and he did seem unwilling to leave the (relative) safety of the Bunker, but I never liked to see him as a victim of depression or PTSD, because, after all, Cas - Cas is not human. From a narrative point of view, they have to make him human enough for Misha to have something to work with and for us to understand what’s going on, but the real Cas - that is something else.
Which means his choice to give himself up to Lucifer - I used to think that was a sound strategic choice and I stand by that idea. Lucifer was needed - God himself has now confirmed it - and by taking on this burden - this thing which is destroying both him and his vessel - Cas spared Dean and Sam from having to make a choice. He spared Sam from saying yes one more time and disappear into himself again, and he spared Dean from this agony he’s experienced way too many times before - that of choosing his brother over the world, knowing full well he’s wrong.
Of course, Supernatural is Supernatural, which means that even the best plan - hell, even having the literal God on your side - is no guarantee of success - but still, the idea was good. It was brave and reckless and borderline suicidal, but, like all the other plans Cas set in motion, it worked. I never understood why Cas is seen as a master of bad choices - the only flaw in his plans is that he’s never all that interested in making it out alive. Which is a big flaw in our books (in Dean’s book) but a matter of logic and strategy for Cas (because, again, Cas is not human: when asked to define the nature of angels, soldier is the first thing out of his mouth, and soldiers are bred for victory, not survival).
As for Cas hiding in the Bunker’s kitchen - that was an elegant touch, but a sign of depression? I’m not sure. We know Cas considers the Bunker his home, and it’s telling he chose the kitchen: his room, he associates with being alone, left behind while Dean and Sam go hunting; and the map room, well, that’s the place where Dean very nealry killed him before walking away (for good). The kitchen, though - a place of friends and food - a place of coming together and smiling at each other. A place only humans need, a symbol of our complicated vulnerability; the place, therefore, with the best reception (I’m guessing the best reception means the place where Cas can be truest to himself and what he values the most).
And I’m not surprised Cas spent his time watching TV in there, either - what else would he do? The old Cas, perhaps, would have prayed, but this new Cas knows the deeper meaning of the universe can be found just as easily in a child’s crooked smile - or in a puppy on a skateboard. Because in any case, until Lucifer had a plan or a weapon, there was nothing Cas could do (or so he thought). Again, I don’t think this caused him pain - it’s simply a fact. As I said, Cas is first and foremost a soldier, and he recognized a long time ago that an archangel is so much more than he will ever be. They’re going to war here, and this is a war that will define everything, because that’s what’s at stake - literally everything - and it doesn’t matter if Lucifer is the most unreliable of the archangels. He is all they can have, and Cas will take it. He knows Lucifer is so powerful as to be almost another class of being, and this is precisely what they need against Amara: a nuclear warhead. The only question here is whether Lucifer can defeat Amara -
- nothing else matters.
(“Archangels are fierce. They’re absolute - they’re Heaven’s most terrifying weapon.”)
And if Cas dies with Lucifer - because Lucifer is defeated or because he chooses to kill Cas or simply because his presence is too much for Cas to bear - well, Cas didn’t look particularly perturbed when that other angel told him them they were both expendable. Cas knows this. He accepts it.
No, if anything, what Cas has been lacking for a while are a purpose and a sense of self. I don’t find it particularly sudden, therefore, that - when given back both of these things (he’s now firmly an angel again, and he has access to Heaven and he has a message for his brothers and sisters - like the Gospels themselves, Cas’ message is perhaps not all that uplifiting but it’s still Good News) - Cas would more or less go back to what the was at the end of Season 10. Because the Cas we’ve seen in Heaven? Weary and full of doubt, yes, but also our Cas.
As for Cas deserving more, as for Dean not being concerned enough - Dean is so concerned about Cas his love for Cas basically shaped the whole season. And if Cas doesn’t see this, it’s because all he knows about free will, he learned through Dean - Dean never expects to be loved or to be saved or to matter to anyone, and therefore neither does Cas. But, again - in a human, those feelings can easily lead to depression, but in a celestial wave of whatever - who knows? Not the same breed of beings. Not the same, period. Not the same at all.
We’ve seen in the past that Cas never goes to Dean for help. He tried it once, after all, and Dean shut him down -
- and since then Cas has dealt with stuff on his own and - unpopular opinion, but there you go - he’s done an okay job. He killed an archangel by himself, which should have been impossible. He atoned for his mistakes by taking Lucifer inside his own mind, betting he could bear it better than Sam - and he was right. He was instrumental in helping to take the Leviathans down, and once in Purgatory, he succeeded in keeping them away from Dean and in pushing Dean to safety. Cas’ only big miscalculation was trusting Metatron, but we sort of know why he did that - because what Metatron (allegedly) wanted to do was what Dean wanted to do as well - to separate these worlds once and for all, and since the very beginning, Cas has been moulding himself on Dean. The difference between their plans, of course, was that in shutting down Hell Dean had nothing to lose (he didn’t know, did he, that Sam would have died? - and he stayed his brother’s hand as soon as he figured it out) whereas in shutting down Heaven Cas knew he would remain trapped inside and very likely be killed (and thereby lose his place on the Earth, and lose Dean - and we know how much Cas values both). Dean’s plan was risky, but Cas’ was suicidal.
But, well, Cas doesn’t care about dying. He just doesn’t. He didn’t when he rebelled for Dean, and he didn’t after he was brought back, and he didn’t when his Grace was fading, and he still didn’t when he was human and Dean was so angry and desperate as to be almost insane and yet Cas went with it anyway.
It’s not death Cas can’t deal with - it’s pain.
And he can’t deal with it because angels were never supposed to feel anything. Unlike humans, who are born in pain and have to deal with pain, in its many forms, every day of their lives - unlike demons, whose humanity was burned out of them in the fires of Hell - angels simply don’t know how to do it, and how to bear it without going insane under the weight of it (look at Michael, who, unlike Lucifer, never took the time to get close to humanity and learn about this great weakness - this great strength - of ours: Michael was tortured and Michael went mad; Lucifer didn’t).
So when he became human and it all crashed down on him (hunger, loneliness, fear; love and longing), Cas very nearly killed himself to get away from it.
(”I just followed the sound of your pain. You have no idea how loud it is. I could hear you for miles.”)
The only reason Cas even fought against the Rit Zien was to protect the baby, and because Dean was with him, and Cas knows Dean gets upset at him for dying (remembers how Dean flat out ordered him never to die again, in fact). And when Cas was human in that future Dean saw, my bet is that his constant pain - his loneliness, his guilt, his homesickness, his inability to help Dean through his own desperation at losing Sam, his certainty he would never be able to save the world, and that it would be on him - all that pain - that’s the reason Cas was high all the time, and finding pleasure where he could find it.
But death - Cas doesn’t care.
(“You can’t save everyone, my friend.”)
So, I don’t know. What we missed in this episode was a conversation between Cas and Chuck, but it’s also true this subject has been dropped years ago. Cas has seemingly decided he’s okay with anything - with God abandoning them, with God being unwilling to come back (God brought him back, after all, and he must have had a reason for it, and it’s not Cas’ job to understand God’s reasons). Also, the more Cas stayed on Earth, the closest he wrapped his understanding of reality around Dean’s, and that’s precisely Dean’s attitude - if you can’t change it, let it the fuck go. What matters is to survive another day, and to help people. That’s it. Your own shit doesn’t matter. I don’t need it.
(And, frankly, what would Chuck even say to Cas? We’ve had the Why do you allow bad stuff to happen conversation, and we’ve had the I was your son and you abandoned me conversation, and what Cas wanted to know was something in between, so we’ve got our answer. My headcanon is that Cas could feel God’s presence when Chuck healed Lucifer - that in that moment he understood the fight was really going to happen, that he was needed. After all, Cas has known that God was alive and sort of on the board since Season 5, when God resurrected him despite the blasphemy Cas had just committed - despite him acting against his own brothers to side with humanity and stop the an apocalypse which had been long foretold. He knows God considers him a good soldier, because God keeps helping him. We - as humans - needed more than that - we needed the stares and the tears - but Cas is an angel, and he never had any personal connection to God either. It may be harsh on my part, but I think Lucifer - God’s firstborn, and the son God betrayed and left to die - needed to have that conversation with God. Cas did not.)
And finally - all the tragedy and heartbreak between Cas and Dean, in my opinion, come from the fact Dean doesn’t know how to show his love and Cas doesn’t expect any love. That is why he didn’t fight Lucifer when Dean asked him to. Because he doesn’t understand how important he is to Dean, and he doesn’t get it because, again, he’s not human and there are signs he can’t read and stuff he just doesn’t know and doesn’t realize and until Dean mans the fuck up and says it to his face - I don’t care if I can’t save everyone, I want to save you because I can’t live without you because I love you and that’s what happens when humans love someone and I’ll die if you leave me again - well, Cas won’t get it.
And what is almost as tragic, of course, is that right in this moment - after Purgatory, after almost losing Cas, after almost killing Cas - now that Dean was finally starting to acknowledge those feelings and say Fuck it, I’m not doing this without Cas - that’s the moment Sam chose to be all noble, the moment God shows up and all of a sudden ‘making the heart choice’ becomes a weakness.
Jesus - Dean has been forced to silence his own heart his whole life, and now he was ready to be selfish (and for the right reasons) - now he can’t.
No, now he has to shut up and take it - Sam willing to accept the Mark, and Cas determined to bear Lucifer’s weight upon himself even it if kills him - because it’s God’s plan, and who is he to go against God? Against his brother? Agains the love of his life?
(And this is not fair. This is killing me.)
No, Dean is a mess - we know he gets overwhelmed when things get too big, and we know he’s overwhelmed right now, and there are two people on this Earth he trusts - Sam and Cas - and they are both telling him his heart doesn’t matter - Cas, of course, by giving himself up (as if he doesn’t matter; as if Dean won’t literally die without him) and Sam by encouraging Dean to trust in God’s plan and be smart (because, well, Sam will always, always be Lucifer’s, and Lucifer got into his head once again: “You have to be ready to watch the people you love die. You have to be ready to die.”)
For what it’s worth, I think they are both wrong. I think Dean is the hero of this story, and the one who figured it out, and I think love is never a weakness.
But that’s for another meta.
In conclusion - yes, I know it all seems very harsh and we’ve all been burned before, but this season was completely coherent and the plot and motives were so loud I’ve been having headaches every bloody week so far - surely they won’t drop everything now? Guys, here’s to giving it one more week and see what happens next before losing faith and hating them.
A growing need for retaliation was quickly realized after Victoria began her brutal attacks on Hydra’s bases. They were losing vast numbers of men by the minute and Hydra’s higher members quickly came together to enforce a plan. They had discovered a valuable piece of information weeks ago that could be used for their current dilemma.
Their numerous sources stationed across the globe supplied them with a lead towards the location of being that could be used to take care of their vampire problem. The report detailed an attack a while back about a pair of vampires going on a feeding frenzy over a mysterious winged man. The same being was spotted flying days later in the clear French night sky.
A swarm of Hydra agents designated to the country were immediately tasked with bringing this man in. A few of their members were sacrificed in their surprise attack since their Archangel opponent put up a fierce and valiant fight; but, his efforts were all for naught. The fight lasted for what seemed like hours but, a powerful tranquilizing dart ultimately brought the Archangel down. Bullets may have been easily deflect by his wings but Michael hadn’t been quick enough to dodge the small dart.
Hydra’s agents bound Michael’s wings together to keep them within safe access and kept the Archangel in a constant drug-induced state to keep him complacent.
Michael - locked inside his own mind - couldn’t believe how low that he had fallen. These humans dared to experiment on him. They drew blood at all hours of the day and shipped him to an unknown location as if he were nothing more than an object. It absolutely sickened him. Michael may have admired humanity’s natural curiosity but not when it turned into cruelty.
Oh, how Gabriel would laugh if he could see his older brother now - allowing these humans to keep him bound and chained. It was absolutely pathetic.
Headcanon that Gabriel is a huge cuddler but would never admit that (archangels DO NOT cuddle they fierce) and Sam teases him about it a little because he KNOWS,but does it only when they're alone and he can kiss the pouty frown off Gabriel's face <3
This is one of my favorite headcanons. This fierce, absolute, nuclear warhead, this warrior of God, powerful and terrifying, and when they’re alone together he’s wrapped around Sam like a limpet. All arms and legs and his head tucked under Sam’s chin and Sam’s like, OMG when did I acquire an octopus but secretly he flippin’ loves it.
Pairing: Gabriel x Reader Warnings: None. Word Count: 1377 Summary: You and Gabriel run into your ex and Gabriel takes it upon himself to defend you.
Parks had always been your favorite place to go to when you wanted to relax. The carefree atmosphere they provided often became a sort of safe haven ever since you were a child. Though it might have seemed silly, you made sure to snag a swing each time you found yourself in a park.
So it was only logical that you were seated on a swing towards the edge of your favorite park in town. The sun was shining brightly overhead, casting a soft glow on everything in sight as well as a comfortably warm heat. A cool breeze ran through the air, causing you to push your hair away from your face. Children and adults alike were scattered about, some playing, some relaxing as you were.
Laughter and conversation filled with background as you rocked slightly on the swing, not quite in full motion. You reminisced about your past; all the hazy summer days you spent at that park, once partaking in conversations with old friends. Memories of firsts and lasts and fights that you would never quite shake. All of it was gone now, of course. Friendships had formed and perished but the ones you had now were more than you could have ever imagined. Bonds stronger than blood itself.
Although you had to admit, the friends you had weren’t quite of the usual kind. First, there was Sam and Dean Winchester, a pair of hunters that you had come to know as family. Although most tried to run the other way after hearing the Winchester’s name (and histories), you stayed. They were the best friends you could’ve ever asked for and, no matter what, they stayed by your side. Of course, you had more hunter friends than just Sam and Dean; you also had Charlie Bradbury, Garth Fitzgerald, and Jody Mills.
But then they were others who weren’t exactly hunters; more literally, they were angels. Castiel was the first angel you had met and later befriended. He was sweet and protective, if not a bit naive at times. He was like the brother you never had but always sort of wanted.
On the other hand, there was the archangel Gabriel. Fierce, funny, and charming, Gabriel was something other than a friend. Or at least, you wished he was. Ever since you met him, the two of you had become nearly inseparable and were constantly at best. At worst, you and him were pulling prank wars in the name of revenge for one petty argument or another and Sam, Dean, and Cas were the poor souls who were often caught in the crosshairs. Sometimes, even, a bit of flirting would happen in the mix - but it never went farther than that.
“Admiring the view?”
You smirked and turned towards the voice of the question that drew you out of your reverie. Gabriel was mirroring your smirk from where he sat on the swing next to you, his legs stretched out in front of him and his arms crossed over his chest.
“Something like that,” you replied easily. “How about yourself?”
“Just thought I’d check out what’s so great about this park,” he shrugged nonchalantly.
“So you were spying,” you teased. “Just happened to want to check out this particular park?”
He smiled over at you, his golden eyes glistening with mischief in the sunlight. “You know me - just had to check in on my favorite human.”
“Your favorite, huh?” You laughed. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that kind of responsibility.”
“It’s an easy job, I promise,” he smirked. “Just be you.”
You were about to refute his promise with one witty remark or another when a person in the distance caught your gaze. Usually one would consider this a good thing, but instead you were dreading the sight before you. Just a short distance away was your rather arrogant, self-centered ex - and he was walking right towards you. You groaned internally before turning your gaze away. “Please, don’t let him be coming over here…” you muttered under your breath.
Gabriel looked around before turning back to you in confusion. “You okay there, sugar?”
“Yeah,” you sighed. “It’s just that my ex may or may not be coming over here as we speak and, well, he’s got a major ego problem. Needless to say, it ended badly.”
“You know, I can always just zap us out of here. Or better yet, zap him somewhere - “
“No,” you cut him off as soon as he started to suggest one of his morally-gray trickster ideas. “You are not doing your little self-served justice thing.”
“Aww, come on,” he whined, slouching back a bit. “It’s not like he doesn’t deserve it.”
“He might,” you admitted. “But that doesn’t mean you can go and do whatever it is you’re planning to do.”
“What if I just scare him a bit?” He compromised. “Would that be better?”
“If I say yes, will you - “
“Y/N, it really is you!” Your ex exclaimed loudly, patting Gabriel on the back. Neither of you moved to stand or greet him, but you could easily sense the annoyance radiating off Gabriel; two seconds in and he already wanted to smite the guy. “Wow, it’s been such a long time - and you don’t even look any different.”
“Right,” you feigned a tight smile. “It’s nice to see you again, but I’m kind of in the middle of a conversation here…”
“Oh, right, sorry,” he apologized, taking his hand off Gabriel’s shoulder. “I just had to see if it was you.”
“Right, well, now you can - “
“Y/N’s hard to keep in line, ehh?” He chuckled, nudging Gabriel. Before you could even try to stop him, Gabriel was standing up and facing your ex. You stood up as well grabbed Gabriel’s hand before he could smite him. Your ex, unaware that he had just pissed off an archangel, merely looked between the two of you in suspicion.
“Actually, Y/N does whatever the hell they want and I don’t have a problem with that, unlike you. I would never try to keep them ‘in line,’” Gabriel snapped, glaring at the other man.
He held his hands up in defense. “Look, I was just kidding. Seriously, relax - I didn’t mean anything by it. What’s it to you anyway?”
“I’m their boyfriend,” Gabriel clarified without hesitation. You tried not to let the surprise show on your face - Gabriel had never called himself that in regards to you nor had he never admitted any feelings stronger than friendship before. “And you’ve got five seconds to beat it before I kick your ass.”
“Fine. I’ll just leave then,” he huffed before turning around and, to your relief, finally leaving without another word.
“What the hell was that all about?” You demanded as soon as he was out of earshot. “You didn’t have to be so…you.”
Gabriel only have you a small, pleased smile. “Well, it got rid of him, didn’t it? Besides, the fear in his eyes was worth it and I didn’t even have to zap him out of here.”
“Yeah, well, maybe that would’ve been a better idea,” you smirked slightly. “So what was that whole thing about, you know, being my boyfriend?”
“I had to find a way to shut him up,” Gabriel replied nonchalantly. “That was the first idea that came to mind.”
“Oh really? Well, if it was just a way to shut him up…”
“But if you ever wanna do something with that idea, you know to call me,” Gabriel suggested, pulling you closer to him. You looked down to find your hand still intertwined with him.
“It’s not too awful an idea,” you replied. “How long have you been considering it?”
“A while,” he admitted. “But now seems better than ever.”
You hummed in agreement before closing the short distance between the two of you and slowly bringing your lips to his. The kiss was soft and gentle Gabriel tasted faintly of sugar. It was a moment you’d been hoping for a long time coming and now that it was finally here you both wanted to savor it.
But, merely moments later, you pulled away met his gaze. “So I guess you weren’t lying when you told him you were my boyfriend.”