Anon asked: Prompt, bet you can’t get that gorgeous green eyed boy to kiss you

“Hey, Cassie,” Gabriel singsongs, jabbing Cas in the ribs with a pointed finger, making him squirm in his seat. “Bet you can’t get that gorgeous green eyed boy to kiss you.”

Cas eyes flicker over to the couch on the other side of the room, where there is in fact a gorgeous green eyed boy sitting, and Cas knows exactly who it is; of course he does. “That’s Dean Winchester, Gabriel. I know I couldn’t get him to kiss me.”

Gabriel rolls his eyes, taking a swig of beer from his plastic cup. “Cassie, you said that if I came with you to this little high school party, that you would at least try and do something fun.” He points to Dean. “Dean is something fun. Go do him.”

“But it’s Dean Winchester!” Cas protests, eyes wide. He’s only a year older than Dean’s brother, Sam, and they’re both in the LGBT/Straight Alliance club together at school. Cas has met Dean once before, when Cas went to study at Sam’s house one afternoon. “He’s a senior, Gabriel.”

“Senior, schmenior.” Gabriel scoffs. “I know he’s bisexual, and I know you’re not ugly, so why the hell would he not want to kiss you?”

“Because- because, I-”

“I dare you to go over and talk to him and kiss him,” Gabriel says, “Or I’ll make everyone play a game of spin the bottle and force you to kiss him in front of everyone.”

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That One Archangel

Prompt: Hey, I saw that your request box is open and I really enjo our fanfics, so I thought I would give it a try:) Could you write something fluffy with Gabriel x reader where the reader is a new friend of Cas who brings her home with him where she meets Gabe and Gabriel drives her home that evening and mabybe a little kiss? That would be awesome;)

Warnings: None..I think

Word Count: 4,136

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What Hormones? (Stand-Alone)

What Hormones? (Stand-Alone)

WORD COUNT: 1547

Y/Ns Perspective

Hearing the garage door close I kept busy in the kitchen, shifting to flip the burger patties, I accidently bumped my now reasonable sized bump on the bench. Sighing I gave it a rub. My normally trim frame, had a massive growth spurt in the past week or so. I was now 5 months pregnant with Dean’s baby. But looked more like 12 months on my small frame.
‘Hey Y/N, What’s for din.. oh Burger’s….again.’ Sam sighed. I glared at him. ‘You know I could help you make a salad.’
‘Salad?’ I questioned, angry and upset that the only Uncle of my baby and best friend had forgotten the fact that I couldn’t stomach anything healthy in my current position. Sam looked guilty, Dean walked in at that moment.
‘Hey baby, how you feeling?’ I shot him a murderous look. He stepped back, hands in the air.
‘You know what you can do with your salad Sam?’ I sneered
‘I was just saying it might make you feel better. All these burgers and pies can’t be good for you or squirt.’ I lost it at that moment.
‘You don’t like what I cook you can get your arse in the damn kitchen and cook your own friggen meal.’ I snapped
‘Sorry, I just..’ he tried to apologise
‘Don’t sorry me, Sam Winchester. If you want a salad make your own rabbit food. I swear to God you eat it within three rooms of me and I’ll jam it so far down your throat…’ I threatened.
‘Good God Sammy, don’t anger it?’ Dean whispered, Sam just sat there staring at me.
‘Don’t go blaming him Dean this is your fault. 100% without a doubt your fault. You got all of us in this situation.’
‘If I recall we both got us in this situation. And it was a pretty sweet getting in to.’ He smirked, pleasure washing over his face. I threw a bread roll at him.
‘No this is soley on you. Men can choose when and where they finish off, thus resulting in pregnancy. Women on the other hand have no damn say as to when we ovulate. So ergo your damn FAULT.’  I yelled, I turned my back to them to check the burger patties. I took a breath and felt a bit better. I turned around, smiling at the boys.
‘Did you want chips with your burgers?’ I asked. The boys looked at me stunned. ‘Oh and do you want your pie warmed? With cream or ice cream?’ I watched their jaws drop.

‘So, baby…,’ Dean said cautiously, ‘How’s the pregnancy hormones going? Any mood swings?’ I looked at him surprised by the question.
‘No actually it’s not been too bad, I thought it would be much worse.’ I smiled
‘Riiighhhttt’ Sam said, confused by my statement.
‘Why’s that?’ I asked, I watched Sam shove Dean forward towards me.
‘It’s just you seem a bit upset lately.’ He said, rubbing my belly, smiling at my growing bump.
‘Why would I be upset?’ I asked confused
‘I don’t know, maybe it’s harder to cope with than we first thought.’ Dean responded. I looked at Sam he was nervously looking at his feet, Dean was concentrating on my belly.
‘Why wouldn’t I cope? Just because I can’t stop vomiting, and then I get hungry and then vomit again. I can’t eat any of my normal food. My favourite foods make me sick thinking about them. I am so tired I can fall asleep standing up. I almost don’t fit in the damn bath and I’m only half way through this damn pregnancy,‘ my voice was rising and getting more distraught with each realisation, ‘My clothes don’t fit, soon even your clothes won’t fit, I’m a friggen whale. ‘ I burst into tears ‘And to top it all I want is a tin of MILO and your God damn country doesn’t stock it.’ I ran from the room hysterical.

 

Dean’s Perspective

I watched at my girlfriend ran from the room crying. Pregnancy hormones were a bitch, worse than any monster I have ever faced. Only problem is I can’t kill this one.
‘You angered it.’ Sam said
‘Shut up Sammy.’ I sighed, ‘I should go check on her.’
‘Want me to finish cooking your burger?’ I looked at the dinner prep Y/N had done.
‘You know what, I am at the point I can’t handle anymore burgers. I never thought I would say that.’ I laughed.
‘There is some good news Dean.’ Sam said, I sighed and picked up the bun Y/N had thrown at me.
‘What’s that?’
‘At least we know it’s your kid.’ I shot him a dirty look, before laughing. Poor Y/N was craving all my favourite foods.
‘Don’t let her hear you say that.’ I looked out the kitchen door, not know what to do.
‘You know the best part?’ Sam said
‘What?’ I grumbled
‘I can leave, get dinner out, sleep in a motel.’ He sniggered ‘You’re the baby Daddy. You have to stay and be supportive.’
‘Shut up Sammy.’ I growled. ‘Where the hell do I get MILO?’ I asked Sam ‘What is MILO?’ Sam shook his head, he pulled his phone out and googled it.
‘A Malted Chocolate energy drink. It’s an Aussie thing.’ He explained, I sighed
‘How the hell do I get that?’
‘You could get her a plane ticket?’ I glared at him ‘Just saying. Cas?’ Good Idea, I prayed.
‘Cas? You there? We need you. Really, really need you.’ I waited. Nothing
‘Buddy?’ zilch nothing.
‘Gabriel?’ Sam suggested, we tried him and Balthazar no response from the Angel trio. I sighed and went to try and talk to my pregnant emotional girlfriend. I could hear her sobbing from the hallway.

I got desperate, I walked back into the kitchen, I looked at Sam.
‘Crowley?’
‘That bad?’ he asked, I nodded. ‘You’re thinking of selling your soul for a tin of MILO.’ I groaned.
‘Well I can’t sell hers, that baby took that already.’ I grumbled. Sam laughed. I dialled Crowley’s number.
‘No.’ was the response he gave before I even got the question out.
‘No I am not helping that she devil with her emotional crap.’
‘Damn it Crowley, I’m desperate.’
‘I know it’s rather amusing. There are three angels hiding out so they don’t have to be near her in case she explodes, again.’ My jaw set in place, I was pissed. I hung up and called Cas again.
‘Get your feathery butt here NOW!’ I demanded. A few seconds later, he appeared.
‘Where were you?’ I growled
‘I am sorry Dean. It’s just well she is scary.’
‘And the other two?’
‘Hiding.’ Sam laughed.
‘I know how to rid the world of monsters Dean. We will let your pregnant girlfriend loose into the world.’
‘Shut up Sammy.’

 

Y/N Perspective

I walked back into the kitchen to apologise to the boys about my emotional outburst. I heard Dean given Cas instructions on going to Australia and getting me MILO. I ran into the kitchen crying happily.

‘You’re going to get me MILO?’ I asked Cas between sobs, he nodded. I hugged him so hard, I thought he might snap. ‘I’ll love you forever and owe you big time.’
‘It’s ok Y/N I will try and find it.’
‘Hey Cas. If I give the names of some other Aussie stuff can you bring them back to?’ I threw him a huge smile. He nodded, not sure of what to make of the situation. I wrote out my list MILO, Fruchocs, Farmers Union Iced Coffee and Wagon wheels.
‘Why you do want a wheel for a cart?’ Cas asked
‘It’s a chocolate bar. It has biscuit, jam and marshmallow inside it.’ I explained. Cas nodded and disappeared.
‘Thank you,’ I said to Dean ‘I love you.’ He grinned, kissing me.
‘I love you too.’
‘I want to apologise if I have been moody lately. I don’t mean to.’ The boys nodded. ‘Have I been moody?’ I asked, they remained quiet. ‘Oh, God. I have.’ Tears formed in my eyes.
‘No, no you haven’t baby.’ Dean said
‘Not at all.’ Sam agreed.
‘Good, I’m glad. I really would hate to be one of those moody crazy ladies.’ I laughed. ‘Wanna watch a movie?’ The boys nodded and looked at each other.

Three hours later I heard Dean mumbling about Cas not coming back. I was also growing concerned. It shouldn’t have taken him this long. He finely showed up with shopping bags full of the stuff I asked for.
‘Thank you Cas so much.’ I gave him a kiss and went to take the bags to put them away.
‘Yes Cas, thank you.’ Dean said, extremely grateful. He took the bags from Cas and carried them into the kitchen.
‘Did you have any trouble finding the items?’ I asked him.
‘A little, but that’s ok.’ I smiled
‘Thanks again.’ I put it all the cupboard and fridge.
‘I’m off to bed.’ I told them yawning.
‘Wait, what I thought you wanted MILO?’ Dean asked.
‘Meh, passing craving. I’m good now. Thanks anyway.’ The two men exchanged a look, neither looked happy. I had no idea why, maybe it was them being affected by the pregnancy hormones.

As per request from gummypandabearz​, I have drawn… Sam Winchester and Gabriel the angel’s love child. I’m… I’m so sorry. Also, the quality is kind of bad… The shadows aren’t as defined as they are on my tablet. 

I named him Luke Jacob Winchester. 

Sam doesn’t seem the sentimental type, unlike Dean, who named his and Cas’ child Bobby Sam Winchester. ^-^ I’ll post Bobby’s picture at a later date.

Yes, he dyed his hair blonde but it is growing out. No, I’m not apologizing for that. 

Technically, Luke is a Nephil– half angel, half human. 

He has inherited Gabriel’s ability to piss people off and generally be an infuriating (but endearing) ass, so he has been punched in the face recently. Twice. He also has a scar from a knife fight because there’s no way in hell (or heaven) that he, being Sam Winchester and Gabriel’s son, has never gone hunting. 

If the angels were all female

Castiel:

Gabriel:

Balthazar:

Uriel:

Raphael:

Samandriel:

Gadreel:

Lucifer:

Metatron: