Written for the @gabriel-monthly-challenge if you write and love Gabriel, please go and check the blog out! They have great prompts for this month!
GMC November Dialogue Prompt:“Stop saying you’d take a bullet for me. You’re immortal, it doesn’t count.” Warnings: SPN type violence. Words: 2,597
Part I - Part II (Coming Soon)
It’d been weeks since they came back into her life.
Still unable to completely remember their lives together, finding herself feeling safe and back home was more than enough to trust them entirely.
Rain fell heavily as she stepped outside the building. The sound of her heels tapping against the pavement as she walked towards the parking lot, gave her something to synchronize her breathing with, hoping to soothe the anxiety that was making her stomach sick.
Something was coming, and her heart was trying to tell her.
Imagine Gabriel going to the store late at night because his wife and son need an certain ingredient for dinner
“Bye bye, Dada!” Alec called out from the front door.
He stood in front of his mother, (Y/n), as they waved Gabriel off.
“Are you sure I can’t just snap the ingredient to you?” Gabriel askes as he sits inside the car, “Nope Gabe.” chuckled (Y/n).
“You cant always rely on your powers, go out like a normal husband and go get it from the store.”
“You know I’m far from normal sugar.” winked Gabriel as he started the car, “Yeah and that’s why I love you.” (Y/n) replied.
Pulling out of the drive way Gabriel yells back, “Love you too!”
Finally arriving at the store after 20 minutes of driving Gabriel parked the car before making his way up towards the motion sensor door and spreaded out his arms wide as the doors open, placing his hands by his side he walked in with a smirk.
Looking into ever ale Gabriel squinted as he read each label title, “Found it.” Gabriel whispers to himself.
Grabbing the jar Gabriel spun around only to come face to face with a old women who glanced down at the spice in his hands, “Oh deary, looks like you got the jar first. I really needed that handsome, do you mind being such a sweet heart to this dear old lady and letting me have that.”
The old women bat her eyelashes with a smile raising onto her wrinkly face. Gabriel tilted his head towards the side, his family really needed this spice.
Giving the old women a sweet smile Gabriel patted her on the shoulder, “Not happening you old hag.”
Gabriel walked off to pay for the spice while the old women wore a shocked expression on her face, to which the camera in the corner zoomed in on it. A smiling man behind the camera laughed as he replied the footage over and over again.
Is it too much to ask for Luci and Mikey to be happy together for once? Can’t AU Michael NOT try to kill Lucifer a bloody second time? Can’t he break down and regret killing his Luci and our Lucifer awkwardly try cheer him up then realises how much he misses his Mikey he drove absolutely batshit who wants to hate him but is just lonely in the cage missing him?
God damn it Supernatural stop tearing these brothers and my heart apart. God damn it fanfiction stop giving me false hope. I just want the archangel brothers to be happy God dammit make Luci bond with AU Gabriel and Raphael maybe just stop torturing us archangel fans for once and let them actually be happy as brothers for once
… Only Supernatural would make me say ‘God damn it’ three times in three sentences in a row. That’s how sad the archangels made me
*Rushes in out of nowhere* 52. “Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight?” with Gabriel *runs away, already flailing*
Your hand trembled as you raised it to knock on the motel’s room door. Before you did, you took a second to contemplate what you were about to do.
When you asked him to meet you in order to talk, he only agreed as long as it was somewhere far away from the bunker. No one knew where you were, nor with who. That should’ve made you rethink your decision.
But it didn’t, you had to get to the bottom of this.
“It’s open.” He said before you could knock.
You could feel your heart dropping down to your stomach, and a sick feeling coming up your throat. Yet you had to be strong, for him.