Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

50 Shades of Crimson ~Gabriel

*You get embarrassed and Gabriel helps you*

I walk into the beautifully decorated yet plain library of the bunker and drop the basket of clothing in front of Sam and Dean. They look up from the lore books with raised eyebrows. A small smile appears on my face. "My week's up. Your turn to do the laundry. I'm not your maid." I say with ease.

Sam rolls his eyes but stands up and picks the black basket up anyway. He's always the one who helps around more. Also he's a great cook. If you count roasting carrots and other veggies as 'cooking'. Dean definitely doesn't.

"On the topic of maid costumes..." Dean trails of with a wink and a smirk, aiming the remark at me. I scoff and grin at him. "In your dreams, lover boy.
Now go do laundry. I'll do some research meanwhile..." And with that, Dean gets dragged out of the room by none other than the always helpful Sam.

I sit down behind the long wooden table and scan the book titles around me. One day, I'm gonna read all these books. But today is not the day. My ears register a distant flap of wings just as I move to take my phone out. I thought this place had angel warding sigils... Cas should work on that.

"Hello, sweetheart" Gabriel's sickly sweet voice calls to me. I don't even need to turn around. He just zaps in front of me. That's weird about Angels... "What's up in heaven, Gabe?" I ask, fake boredness coming out in thick layers. Okay, maybe I do like the trickster. So what? Sam and Dean would kill me if he found out.

"Not Lucifer, if that's what you're getting at" he says with humour and walks to sit down on the seat next to me. Only now do I see the playful smirk plastered on his cute lips. Predictable, of course.

Gabe isn't your typical guy. Sure, he likes drinking and women. But he also loves sweets, pranks and binge-watching TV shows. Dr Sexy is a good example. But he's generally okay. He can be a dick at times though. And of course he's an archangel.

I look at him with a slight smile on my lips. "You know that's not what I meant" and with that, we stay silent. Which is odd, because he's not usualy silent. He's a goofball. A slight blush finds itself on my already flushed cheeks. I remember how Sam told me that 'blush' is a short cut of 'blood rush'.

A clearing of a throat interrupts my train of thought. "Umm... (Y/n)? I'm guessing there are yours... They're already dry, so..." Sam trails off awkwardly. Me and the angel break eye contact and both look at what Sam's holding.

A black bra and black pants that say ' I ain't afraid of no ghost' with the ghostbusters logo on them. Oh my Chuck. As if I wasn't embarrassed enough, Dean comes through with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Are you sure about that? Because I remember your first hunt ganking a ghost." His smirk grows even wider as my face turns 50 shades of Crimson. This day just keeps getting better and better.

"Shut up Dean! Samsquach, give me those." I yell at Dean, and lower my voice at Sam. He's not the one laughing after all. As I'm about to stand up, Gabe disappears, only to appear next to the moose and grabs my underwear. Within seconds, we're standing up in my room, alone. Did he just...

"Thanks" I smile sincerely a little taken aback and take my underwear from him, stuffing into a black drawer next to me. Oh gosh, Gabe's an angel. Literaly. Why's he acting so nice all of a sudden?

"Teleporting trickster. I like" I grin and walk towards him, stopping a mere metre away. I'm not trying to do anything sexual, I swear. But what he does next takes me by surprise.

He closes the space between us by wrapping his strong hands around me, pulling me in for a tight hug. I respond immediately and wrap my hand around his neck. Damn. This feels good. And it's Gabriel of all people as well. He smells quite nice.

"We've known eachother for a few years now, and I need to tell you something. But I don't want to ruin our 'friendship'..." I trail off, already regretting what I'm away to say. He hums for me to keep going, so I take a steadying breath.

(Ending 1)
"I love you" I whisper, fear taking control over my body. What if he doesn't like me like that? Love is a strong word... Maybe I should have said 'like' oh god. But all my worries evaporate as I hear him say the four magical words. "I love you too".

(Ending 2)
"I screwed your brother" I say unsteadily. Immediately, his body warmth fades away as he takes a harsh step away from me. The glare he gives me can't really be compared to anything I've seen before. "Slut." His harsh word nip at me, but I just shrug my shoulders at him. "What? Balthazar is pretty good."