SPN Oneshots

•Gabriel.

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SPN Drabble.
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Your day had started off as extraordinarily boring as ever.

From finishing your morning routines to dressing, brushing your teeth, eating, whatever else you could really think of doing, you did.

The relative normality of the morning wasn't a red flag in and of itself, but the subtle quiet that spread out the Bunker was something that brought you discomfort.

You'd kill for a single day to kick back and relax, not having to worry about the harsh task of killing monsters for a living.
A day where you could finally kick off your shoes at the door and take that time to use and abuse Sam and Dean's Man cave.

Though, throughout that entire time, you hadn't heard the start up of Sam's treadmill and the sound of his feet hitting the tread. He consistently used that thing early in the A.M., never missing a beat.

You hadn't heard Dean's loud nagging at Sam for him to turn off his fruit and vegetable blender as he made God-knows-what to drink that morning. The health nut trend was a real epidemic.

You hadn't heard Cas's trying and lecturing to teach Jack on how to hone and maintain his newfound powers and strengths within the Bunker's closed walls.
Jack often getting emotional and coming your way as an aid.

You hadn't even heard your usual alarm blare off that morning as it screamed it's wake. Try as you might to get it to turn off, it persisted.

But not today.

So color yourself suspicious when you didn't find any of this to be the case.

You had decided to inspect the entirety of the Bunker by yourself, knocking on every bedroom door and finding nobody on the other side. You only ever found the open bedroom and the usual trinkets and hobbies each prided themselves with.

Maybe they had went off on a case without you. Not logical, by all means, but it was certainly possible.

"Is this Heaven?"

You whispered out airily as you brought your nails up to your mouth, biting them as you waded down the hallways of the Bunker.

A distinct whoosh and flutter of wings rang out from behind you, scaring you cold in the process. You turned to meet the intruder as your hand met the hilt of your offensive weapon before quickly recognizing the man behind the face.

"Not exactly, babes. Close, though.
I'll give it to 'ya."

"Gabriel! You know, I kind of figured this was your doing. These guys don't tend to just leave me."

You exclaimed as you shoved the blade back down it's satchel, playfully rolling your eyes at the sight of the ArchAngel.
You had almost forgotten he lived here sometimes from how distant he kept himself from these quarters.

"Hey, Sugar. How's your new life treating you? Kindly, I hope. I know it's doing absolute wonders for me."

"I'm quite impressed with how quiet everything gets. I almost miss the annoying whining and grating yelling of the boys."

"You do?"

Gabriel scrunched his nose as he thought about each respective member of the Bunker. How could you miss them when the party finally arrived?

Okay... Maybe a few he could understand you'd miss, but the others? There was no way.

Castiel, he could handle. He was family, as much of a bummer as he could be sometimes.

And Jack wasn't so bad. His father, not the greatest dude, but Jack made up for it. Though, the nephilim rightfully scared the ArchAngel.

The Winchester's on the other hand were far worse buzzkills combined, and Gabriel was cruising for some alone time with one of his favorite people in the entire world.