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Hot (Gabriel X Winchester!Reader)

“And who might you be?” The honey-eyed man asked, eying you appreciatively.

“She’s our sister.” Dean said, moving to stand in front of you.

“Are you sure? I don’t see much of a resemblance. She’s hot, and you’re well, not.”

Dean growled, stepping closer to Gabriel’s face.

“That is my sister.”

“Your point? She’s hot.” Gabriel said with a shrug.

You blushed from behind Dean; he and Sam had told you about Gabriel and what he was, but you were surprised at how attractive his vessel was.

“My point is that she is a Winchester, and my baby sister, and you are not allowed anywhere near her.”

Sam watched the exchange silently, rolling his eyes at Dean’s overprotectiveness. When he thought about it, Gabriel could actually be a fairly good match for you. You, much like Gabriel, were always pranking them and you had a huge sweet tooth, even bigger than Dean’s.

Not to mention that you would be the perfect height for Gabriel. While Sam was freakishly tall and Dean was pretty tall himself, you ended up being short. You were barely 5’ 4’’, meaning, much to your annoyance, that Sam was a whole foot taller than you.

“Oh, really, I’m not allowed anywhere near her?” Gabriel asked, raising a sandy eyebrow at him. Gabriel snapped his fingers and disappeared, before reappearing right behind you, casually wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Oops.”

You froze, not entirely sure how to react at being embraced by an archangel.

Dean glared at Gabriel, stalking forward and reaching his arms out to snatch you away. Gabriel winked and snapped his fingers once more, and you and Gabriel vanished from sight.

“God damn it!” Dean said, angrily pacing the room.

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“Why exactly am I here?” You asked, sitting cross-legged on Gabriel’s couch.

“Like I told Dean, you’re hot.”

“No, seriously, why am I here?”

“Do you have trouble hearing? I just said it, you’re hot.”

You glanced down at your slightly pudgy stomach, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Really, I’m hot?” You asked, disbelief evident in your voice.

“Yes. Is that not something you hear regularly?”

“Generally, no.”

“Huh. You should hang out with me more then.”

You studied him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was serious or not.

“Okay. I think I’d like that.”

Gabriel flashed you a smile before he hopped off his couch, bouncing into his kitchen.

“You hungry?”

“Depends. What do you have?”

Gabriel’s eyes twinkled mischievously before he snapped his fingers, and there was food everywhere.

“I have anything you want. Desserts,” Gabriel said, gesturing at his table. “Cheeses.” He pointed to a counter. “Potato based foods.” He said, snatching a fry from a plate.

“A burger, a shake, and a piece of cherry pie?” You asked hopefully. You jumped in surprise as Cherry Pie by Warrant started to play, chuckling as Gabriel played the air guitar. “I know you’re an angel and all,”