When dinner was over, Gabriel snapped his fingers and the table was cleared. You knew that with that snap he’d not only put the remaining food into plastic containers, but he’d also washed the dishes. While you often told him that you didn’t mind doing things like that, he always did everything with his angelic abilities.
“I don’t want you to wear yourself out,” he told you time and again.
“Doing the dishes won’t tire me out.”
“But I want all your excess energy to be saved for me,” he said with a tiny smirk.
“Don’t forget dessert, Gabriel,” you reminded him.
“Of course,” he responded. He snapped again and the table was spread with cakes, cookies, ice cream, puddings, and…
“Gabriel tells me you like pie, Dean,” you said, smiling at the hunter. “I hope my recipe holds up to your high standards.”
“Y/N, if it tastes half as good as the rest of the meal, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“Y/N does make a mean pie,” Gabriel said, leaning forward and passing out plates. He began to weigh his down with a bit of everything. “Actually, any sort of dessert you could imagine, she does above and beyond.”
“High praise, coming from the angel with the world’s biggest sweet tooth,” you said with a small laugh. You carefully placed two cookies on your plate, and a small lemon bar.
“You know you’re the sweetest thing in my life, right?” Gabriel leaned over and kissed your cheek.
“Gabriel, not in front of guests,” you chided him, a small smile on your face. You looked across the table, ready to apologize for Gabriel. But you saw both of the Winchesters smiling at the two of you.
And so, even though it took a little convincing, Gabriel managed to get the Winchesters to agree to come over at least once a month for dinner. You soon learned their favorite foods and made sure to make them.
Within a few months, you began planning a very special meal. You’d begun to think of the Winchesters as your friends and you desperately wanted them to be there for your… surprise.
And so the Winchesters appeared with Gabriel, just as you were taking the chicken out of the oven. “Hi, boys!”
“Hey, Y/N,” they said in unison. You bustled out and met them with open arms. The first time you’d hugged the boys, you’d felt them stiffen in your arms. But they soon relaxed enough around you and began to return the hugs.
You turned to Gabriel, who was standing behind the Winchesters.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Of course. Why do you ask?”
“You look… tired.”
You gave him a smile. “I’m fine, Gabe. I promise.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips before turning back to the dinner. “Food’s almost ready, boys. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”
Gabriel ushered the Winchesters to the dining table before returning to the kitchen. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, Gabriel.”
“I just… don’t want you to exhaust yourself.”
Gabriel looked you up and down. He took a step closer, wrapping his arms around you. His lips landed on yours, giving you that same old rush you felt every time he kissed you.
“I love you,” he whispered when he pulled back.
“I love you, too,” you said, smiling up at him. “Now, can you get the food to the table?”
“As you wish,” Gabriel said, snapping his fingers.
The two of you then joined the Winchesters at the table and began to eat the spread of food before you. You ate a little, but your secret was burning inside you, churning your stomach.
When the forks were laid aside, Gabriel cleared the table. “Dessert, boys?”
“Just a minute, Gabe.” You stood, feeling all eyes on you. You headed into the kitchen and took the cake out of its hiding spot in the pantry. You took a deep breath before heading back into the dining room.
“I… made something special for tonight,” you said, setting the cake down in front of Gabriel.
He studied the icing on the cake, reading the message you’d written. Then he turned his eyes to you.
“Are you serious?” he asked quietly.
You smiled and nodded slightly.
Gabriel sprang up from the table, wrapping his arms around you.
You heard the Winchesters stand and move over to Gabriel’s spot, no doubt to examine the cake. You peered over Gabriel’s shoulder and watched as the brothers read the words ‘I’m Pregnant’ on the top of the cake.
“Holy crap,” Dean said.
“Congratulations, you two,” Sam said.
Gabriel pulled back slightly, staring down at you. “I love you so much, Y/N.”
“I love you, too,” you said.
“You two are going to be great parents,” Sam said.
“And to think, it only took them four thousand years to get pregnant!” Dean replied.
There’s no need to justify the meaningless destruction. The voices always tell me that it’s how I’m meant to function. Everything’s in order, everything will come in time, just as long as I complete the tasks that are mine.
When the time comes that you see the way destiny lies, it would be okay if you’d pretend to be surprised.
HOLY CRAP CAKES YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW PROUD I AM OF THIS DRAWING, because holy dang this took me a while and I wanted to show the pain that lore keeper bendy has to go through plus temporal shenanigans colours & mayhem was just a huge inspiration for this pice
A Tribute As To How Louis Tomlinson Has Ruined My Self-Esteem
From the “Fabu-Louis Tomlinson” Folder. I’m actually really proud of this one and went a teensy bit overboard on photos of him. Harry NiallLiamZayn
You are so unbelievably good looking all the time. I don’t get it. I hate this haircut on anyone but you. You defy all logic and make me so mad. Stop. I HATE YOUR STUPID JEAN JACKETS STOP LENDING THEM TO LIAM AND ZAYN THIS IS NOT THE 1990S AND YOU ARE IN ONE DIRECTION NOT THE BACKSTREET BOYS STOP.
Alright, this is the worst gif in the world but it describes how British you are. Your voice makes me sleepy and I want a mix tape of you telling me the times tables to fall asleep to because your voice kills me.
You are not shirtless enough. I love your tummy. I love everything about your body. You are absolutely perfect. Please stop wearing shirts.
You just rolled out of bed and you’re ready to model. I literally can’t. THIS SWEATSHIRT HAS GOT TO GO. Your hair is so beautiful and I can’t believe your cheekbones. Everyone talks about Zayn’s cheekbones and those things are beautiful but holy crap yours take the cake for me. AND YOUR EYES LIKE WHY ARE YOU ALLOWED TO LOOK LIKE THIS?!
NOPE. I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO ATTRACTED TO A TURTLE NECK IN MY WHOLE LIFE. Are you looking up to the home in heaven you fell from? I know that look well. Louis your hair is so gorgeous and I direly wish I could be the microphone you’re fucking caressing. STOP THIS NOW.
WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT JEAN JACKETS:
I could write a book of poems on your cute little bum. I’m so utterly upset by how amazing you look 41654654321354654% of the time. It’s unreal and makes me feel completely inadequate. (AND YOUR PANTS ROLLING NEEDS TO END BEFORE MY HEART IMPLODES BECAUSE YOUR ANKLES MAKE ME WEAK.)
I love how much you love soccer. I’m so happy I’m alive to witness stuff like this. AND YOUR SUSPENDERS OH MY GOD HOLY COW PLEASE. PLEASE WEAR SUSPENDERS ON YOUR WEDDING DAY UGH. And they like drape over your bum. I can’t.
You’re literally the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen. You giggle like a little girl and I love it because you’re like, “Harry’s joke was so stupid, but I’m going to laugh anyway because I love him,” and then you snort and giggle with the brightest eyes and smile I’ve ever seen.
I think I have a foot fetish when it comes to you. Oh my God this picture kills me because you definitely just woke up on the plane and your little socked feets make my chest hurt. AND THAT STUPID SMILE ON YOUR LIPS. I would pay you to let me carry you. YOUR HAIR IS SO SCRUFFY WHERE DO I GET YOU!?
YOUR FEETS ARE INSANELY CUTE I DON’T KNOW HOW OR WHY. UGH. AND YOU’RE WITH A BABY. I HATE WHEN YOU’RE AROUND BABIES MY FALLOPIAN TUBES GET ALL TWISTED AND UPSET AND DON’T THINK ANYONE SHOULD BE AROUND A BABY BUT YOU. You’re so sweet to your family I’m gonna cry.
YOUR SHIRT LITERALLY HAS HOLES IN IT AND YOU LOOK LIKE THE HOTTEST HOMELESS PERSON I’VE EVER SEEN. I can’t decide what I want most: your hair, your eyes, or your smile. YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS
THERE IS NO WAY YOU’RE REAL:
Alright. How about you NEVER EVER let Lou do your hair like this EVER AGAIN. I don’t understand how it’s okay to look this good and still be a functioning member of society. Your eyes and lips and hair and scruff…ugh. PLEASE STOP BEFORE I DIE (again).
Joke’s on your geography teacher. I hope he knows the subject he teaches is stupid because everyone owns GPS. SO HE WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING. Louis you are precious and I adore you and even if you stayed working at the toy store you still amounted to more than a GEOGRAPHY TEACHER.
STOP STOP STOP. EVERY TIME I LOOK AT THIS I HAVE A PANIC ATTACK YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS AND NOT ALLOWED TO WEAR SUITS AND LET ME SEE.
Like, what did I just say:
STOP WEARING SUITS. I’m gonna punch something. You’re gorgeous. So gorgeous. I’m so jealous. Can you bottle up some of your sweat so I can wear it as a perfume and hopefully and magically get prettier? Ugh.
YOUR STUPID HAIR:
Your hair and eyes make me feel awful. Also. I really need you to do me a favor because I’m going to die if YOU KEEP POINTING YOUR GODDAMN FINGER AT PEOPLE. YOU DO IT IN EVERY PICTURE AND YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY STOP IT LOUIS TOMLINSON OR I’M BILLING YOU FOR MY HOSPITAL CARE.
I don’t get it:
I’ve been trying not to swear as much BUT YOU SWEARING IS ATTRACTIVE. DO YOU KNOW HOW DIFFICULT THAT IS TO DO? TO BE ATTRACTIVE WHILE SWEARING!?
You are so cute and adorable and at the same time look like you’re ready to fuck shit up in the matter of a split second. Your smile is so cute and your little bounce. Kill me. Just kill me. I don’t deserve to look at you.
I’m pretty sure this is a woman’s sweater and it’s totally fine. Totally fine. I don’t care. You wear it better than any female model could ever wear and I love it. YOU LOOK SO COZY AND I WANT TO CRY.
GET YOUR HAND AWAY FROM THERE:
*dies* Like can you just not because I’m actively dying. Like. stop. WHY ARE YOU SO CASUAL ABOUT HOLDING YOUR STUPID PENIS IN PLACE I CAN’T STAND YOU STOP.
What are you:
I CAN’T TAKE YOU. THAT IS LIAM’S BASEBALL TEE BUY YOUR OWN CLOTHES I CAN’T TAKE YOU TWO SHARING. PUT YOUR HAIR BACK THE WAY IT BELONGS AND STOP MAKING FACES BECAUSE YOU ARE TO CUTE AND SILLY AND SWEET.
Your legs make me so mad and I want to cry. You’re so beautiful. Ugh. YOUR HAIR IS SO SOFT LOOKING CAN I NAP IN IT? You always look like you’re up to something and I love it.
You need to be stopped:
Your hips. Ugh. Like I can’t. Just make me feel more inadequate about myself why don’t you? UGH UGH UGH. SO PRETTY
YOU CAN’T ACTUALLY EXIST BECAUSE YOU LOOK LIKE A WIND-BLOWN MODEL 98930902% of the time and I feel like crying every time I look at you. You’re so pretty.
You’re a mischievous little fuck:
You look ready to take down the entire building with a piece of uncooked spaghetti. I can’t. You’re 84% mischief, 7% bum, and 9% angelically precious.
YOUR LEGS MAKE ME SO SELF CONSCIOUS AND YOUR ANKLES ARE SO GODDAMN PRETTY CAN I LICK THEM OR MASSAGE THEM FOR YOU!? PLEASE. GODDAMMIT.
I SAID STOP POINTING:
I found this picture before the NBC Special aired and I almost peed when I found out why you were wearing this outfit. I can’t stand you. I hate you. You’re beautiful. And I CANNOT HANDLE YOUR SILLY LITTLE KERMIT SMILE AND WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT YOUR OFFENSIVE AND AGGRESSIVE POINTING?! LOUIS STOP.
I love you Louis you’re a precious little boy and I want to feed you cookies and chocolate milk.