Warnings: Language (only a little) only a little Gabriel (very sorry, might do a part 2)
Pairing: Oh wow, on a GabrielxReader blog? I wonder…
Dark. It was dark. And cold. The only thing you could hear was your own breath. It smelled to. Like dirt. You couldn’t see. It was all black.
You tried moving your arms. There wasn’t much space wherever you were. Your hands hit something not to far away from your face. Wood.
You grabbed a loose plank and pulled, only to be greeted with a mouthful of dirt.
It took what seemed like hours to crawl out of the hole. Why were you in a hole?
Oh. It wasn’t a hole. It was a grave. Your grave. The last thing you remember was…
“Let her go you creep!” You heard Dean say.
You chuckled. Well, not you you. The demon possessing you. “Dean, Dean, Dean. We all know that I’m not gonna do that.”
Sam splashed holy water in your face. It sizzled and burned on contact with your skin. Even if you weren’t in control it still hurt like hell.
You took that moment as a chance to take control. You fought as hard as you could against the demon inside you. “The…the knife.”
“Y/N?” Sam asked.
You stuttered “Kill it. Kill…me. Just-” You screamed. Your eyes flashed black and you smirked. “Go on. Kill the bitch.”
“Y/N we’re not gonna kill you-” Dean argued.
“DO IT! Please Dean it’s the only way!” You told him.
Dean picked up the knife and glanced at Sam.
“You kill me and I drag the bitch to Hell.” The demon spat.
“I’m so sorry Y/N.”
That was the last thing Dean Winchester said to you before the blade was pushed into your chest.
The demon kept its promise. You wound up in Hell. You could still remember the fire, the screams, the pain. After continuous torture you lost track of time.
You were alive. How? Did someone make a deal? Zombie voodoo or something? The cut on your chest had healed somehow.
You looked around. You were in a field. A few barren trees surrounded you but you weren’t far from the road. Snow? Wasn’t it June? How much time had passed since you’d been gone?
Ypu knew tagt the first thing you had to do was contact Sam and Dean. The only thing you had on you were the clothes on your back. You had to find a gas station or something. Shivering, you followed the road.
About half an hour later you stumbled upon a small Gas'n'Sip. You walked inside, the small bell on the door rang as you opened it.
“What happened to you? Ya look like you’ve been to Hell and back!” The man behind the counter commented.
Well, he wasn’t wrong. And you did look like shit. Your hair was strewn all over the place, your clothes covered in dirt. There was still dried blood on your shirt.
“Oh, i was in a car accident. Do you have a phone I could use?” You asked.
The guy pointed to a sign that read STAFF ONLY. “Back there miss. You want me to call the cops?”
“No, it’s okay.” You thanked the man and headed into the staff room.
You picked up the phone that was attached to the wall and dialed Dean’s number. No answer, just voice mail. “Dean it’s Y/N. Just pick up already!” You tried again but to no avail.
Then you tried Sam. He picked up on the fourth ring. “Hello? Who is this?” God, it was great to hear his voice.
“Sam? It’s Y/N. I need you to-” beeeeep. He’d hung up on you.
You called again. “Sam. It’s me. I don’t know how but-”
“Enough. You’re not my friend. Whatever sick prank you’re playing-”
“It’s not a prank Sam! I’m alive! I don’t know how but it’s me! It really is.” You pleaded.
He was quiet for a few seconds before he asked “What’s our code word?”
You smiled. You came up with a code word in case of demons or shifters so you could make sure that you were yourselves. “Tacocat. It’s a palindrome. T-A-C-O-”
“I can spell Y/N.” Sam replied.
You smiled. “So you finally believe it’s me?” You asked.
You heard Sam sigh. “Pray for Cas to pick you up. Might take a few minutes though.”
“Yeah. My being alive is surprising, even for me. See you soon Sam.”
You headed out to the store. “Thanks for everything. My friend is picking me up in a few minutes.”
You walked a few minutes to get away from the store. The air was cold. It had to be winter now.
“Castiel? It’s Y/N. I don’t know how, but I’m alive. Can you come to pick me up?” You prayed out loud.
“I’m here.” Castiel’s gruff voice made you jump.
You smiles and hugged the angel. “Cas buddy, it’s good to see you!”
He hesitated. “You too. It’s quite a shock though.”
“You’re telling me. Shall we head home?” You asked.
Cas touched your shoulder, sending you back to the bunker. It hadn’t changed a bit.
“Y/N?” A familiar voice asked.
“Dean, hey! I guessed Sam filled you in. On me…not being dead…” You smiled awkwardly.
“Missed you kiddo. Do you have any idea how you got back?” Dean asked.
You shrugged.“I really have no idea. You guys know?”
Sam walked into the room. “No. No demons would trade. No spells worked. Not even Cas could pull you out. You were in quite far.”
“Please. The last thing Y/N needs is questions. What she needs right now is a shower.” Cas spoke up.
“Thanks Cas. I’d be a bit offended if it wasn’t true. I’ve been in a grave for…”
“Six months.” Dean told you. “You’ve been dead for six months.”
You weren’t really sure what to say. Six months. “Wow. I really need a shower. Give me about two hours or so!” You joked.
The shower was great. All the dirt as dried blood gone. You walked into your room, which the Winchesters left untouched. It was also their idea to bury you instead of the usual hunter’s funeral. You threw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt.
You walked into the library to find the three of your friends researching a new case.
“Guys, when I was in the shower I found this on my arm.” You rolled up your sleeve to show them the bright red handprint that was seared into your upper arm.
“Angels.” Dean said instantly.
You raised your eyebrow at the boys. “Dean got a handprint when Cas ‘gripped him tight and raised him from perdition’.” Sam explained.
“But you said that I was to far in Hell to be pulled out.” You said to Cas.
“I did. You were. I’m not sure who pulled you out but I can try to find out.” He told you.
You groaned. “It’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?”
Cas nodded. He walked over to you and placed his hand on your shoulder. The handprint started to glow. A burning pain ran through your body. Then it faded.
Cas looked shocked. “It can’t be.”
“Cas? What’s wrong? Who did it?” You asked.
Cas turned away from you to face the boys. “He’s dead.”
“Will someone explain to me what’s going on? Who’s dead?” You persistently asked.
“That would be me.” A voice behind you said.
You spun around to find a man who wasn’t there a second ago, with blonde hair and golden eyes standing behind you.
Quick as a flash, Castiel pulled out his angel blade and held it to the intruder’s neck.
“Woah there bucko! You’ll take someone’s eye out with that!” The stranger told Cas.
Cas slowly lowered the blade. “Gabriel.”
Gabriel smiled. “Hello brother.” He said before turning to you. “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”