the other one of the two sketches is now painted!! i’m so happy to have my computer back, and i was able to do both using it. my confidence is back!! (•̀o•́)ง this is one of the many pieces that’ll be featured in god’n’gabe iii!


Massive massive thank you to @teenytinytony for my new iCON ISN’T IT AMAZING

Okay also so I headcanon archangels having three halos to go with the three sets of wings. Gabriel in this picture only has two halos because he gave the third to Sam to wear as a ring/bracelet/necklace pendant depending on what Sam prefers, meaning Sam can see the other two and Gabriel’s wings at all times

Imagine accidentally summoning Gabriel..

Originally posted by gabriellabattista

You sensed him first.

You weren’t sure what you sensed, though; a familiar spark, a sort of warmth you hadn’t felt in a long, long time. It wasn’t until you saw the traces of candy wrappers all over your apartment that it hit you - after all these years…


The demigod’s laugh echoed, in silent waves, through the atmosphere before he finally showed himself, legs crossed on your couch, sucking on a lollipop. “Oh you haven’t heard?” he asked, “I grew wings.”

You crossed your arms, a smile playing on the edge of your lips. “Oh yeah,” you said, “Gabriel, Kali said. Such an unflattering name, don’t you think?”

“Careful there,” he said, rolling the plastic stick between his fingers, “That name’s older than the universe.”

“Like I give a shit.”

“You never did, did you?” he asked, “So tell me, my princess,” he said, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“You tell me,” you said, “You found my hideout.” 

He frowned for a moment before another round of laughter rolled through him. “Oh princess,” he said, “After all these years, you still go through the old man’s merchandise, don’t you?”

That’s when it dawned on you. The horn - the one you thought was so pretty, so captivating. The one you’d used to trick a whole town into a fit of truth for a few days. The one you picked up from the items that were about to go on sale in your father’s auction in a few days. “No.”


“I summoned you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And you came?”

He grinned. “What can I say? I’m a softie for childhood best friends and all that mushy crap.”

“Read: you didn’t have a choice.”

“I did.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “I did, I swear to my real dad.”

You shrugged. “Sure,” you said, “Horn’s in the safe, back home. You know your way around.”

He grimaced.


“I haven’t been exactly back yet.”


“If you think what she did in ‘84 was drastic..” You rolled your eyes. “C’mon, if I even show up on her radar..”

“So what do you want me to do?” you asked, “Cover up for you? Again? Loki -”

“No,” he said, “Just - one last heist. You and me, you know? For the old days.”

“You’re playing me.”

“Maybe. Is that a yes?”

Maybe. Depends,” you said, “Are we flying?”


ya lit meme | twelve otp’s  [7/12] Nathan Byrn & Gabriel Boutin

I can’t not be with you, Nathan. I wanted to leave you in that grave and walk away but I couldn’t. I can’t walk ten paces away from you without it hurting me. I treasure every second with you. Every second. More than you know.”

Once Upon A Dream

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Dean, Sam (Reader’s Siblings)
Words: 1209
Requested by Anonymous ( Gabriel one shot please where the reader is Sam’s twin and goes blind because of an accident on a hunt and is really upset about it and asks her boyfriend Gabriel to heal her but he can’t so he visits her in dreams so she can see him again )

         You sat in the backseat of the Impala, pouting just a little. Dean always drove, your dad gave him the car. But Sam always sat up front. And that wasn’t fair. He wasn’t only ten minutes older than you, so you didn’t see why he always got to ride shotgun. No matter how many times you begged, you always got stuck in the backseat.

           “Did the moose take your seat, Sugar?” you jumped slightly when your boyfriend, Gabriel the archangel popped in to sit next to you in the backseat. You should have been used to the way he just appeared, but it still caught you off-guard.

           “She knows I ride shotgun,” Sam said over his shoulder.

           “It’s better this way,” Gabriel said, putting his arm around you, “It means I get to sit with you.”

           “Easy; that’s my baby sister you’re pawing all over,” Dean said, looking in the rearview mirror.

           “I’ll be good,” Gabriel said.

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“Gabriel?!” you hissed, pulling him from the cafeteria table and into the hallway. “What are you doing here?” The boy laughed and ran a hand through his golden-brown hair, much shorter now that he was a teenager.

“I’m your guardian angel, this is my job!” he replied, sipping his soda. You grabbed the can and tossed it into the nearest trash can.

“We can’t have food outside the caf, you idiot. If you’re gonna pretend to be a student at least pretend to know the rules!” Gabriel grinned at you just as the bell rang. Sighing, you took a hold of his shirt and tugged him to the row of lockers you were standing against. Students began to pour from various classrooms and adjoining hallways into the main one, and you watched as they passed by.

“Who are they?” Gabe asked, pointing as a group of the popular guys walked past, sunglasses and hats still on as they strolled down the hall like they owned the school and everything in it.

“The popular guys. Stay away from them, got it? I don’t want to have to pull your scrawny self away from a fight. You can’t use your powers here, and you sure as hell won’t last in a fight against them.” You rolled your eyes and took his hand, beginning to lead him towards your locker.

“You underestimate me, Y/N! I’m stronger than I look!”

“Sure thing, Gabe. Whatever you say,” you replied, holding back a smile. It’s the thought that counts.


(Gabe) (Locker) (Popular Boys)

Night Weaver - Sabriel Big Bang 2015

Title: Night Weaver
Author: Kibbers (AO3), @kibberswrites
Artist: @teenytinytony
Rating: Teen and Up
Pairings: Sabriel, Destiel
Word Count: 36,171
Warnings: Extremely Mild Sexual Content, Some Cursing
Summary: Newly graduated Sam Winchester has Restless Heart Syndrome and no match to the soulmate tattoo taking up space on his wrist, the only known cure. Not to mention his opportunity with a publishing company is slowly slipping into nothing, no inspiration in sight. He sets off to find somewhere to call home and winds up on the doorstep of a secluded lighthouse, seeking reprieve from the storm raging above, where a man with golden eyes spends his nights studying the stars. As he gets to know the man, Sam starts to think, just maybe, the storm isn’t the only problem kind-hearted Gabriel will solve.

Or the one with the writer who finds inspiration in the stars, the man who weaves the speckled sky each night, and the home they find in each other.

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