Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Excuse me?- Gabriel

Requested by: skye_supernatural

Trigger warning: sexual humor

You looked around the mess of the bunker.

"C'mon, guys," you groaned, clearly Sam and Dean decided that they needed to throw every book the Men of Letters had off the bookshelves. You wandered to the kitchen and saw that dishes were unwashed and food was left on the counter. "My God."

"You know-" a voice sounded behind you, "you shouldn't use my father's name in vain."

You turned around and met the gaze of the smirking archangel who was currently unwrapping a package of Smarties.

"You know, you are starting to sound like Cas," you chuckled, he scoffed.

"I love what you've done with the place it's very, dirty."

"Shut up," you joked. You walked back out to the library and bent down to pick up some books when you heard a low whistle behind you.

You straightened with a blush.

"No, don't stop on my account." He tossed the Smarties wrapper over his shoulder, popping the last candy in his mouth and made a big deal on licking his lips. You sighed and continued picking up the books.

"Here let me help." Gabriel grabbed a few books and piled them on the table, sorting them alphabetically.

"Can you put this in the file on demons?" You gave the archangel a paper, he reached to take it, but got a paper cut in the process.

"Ouch!" he faked.

"I'm sorry!" you squeaked.

"Now it's all red and swollen," he whined. "I bet a kiss will make it better."

"If you said that with my brothers around-"

"What they don't know won't hurt them," he pouted.

"Have you met my family?"

The library was done, all books and files put back in their proper places. You groaned, dreading going to the kitchen.

"That noise you just made was very hot." Gabriel wrapped an arm around your waist, then he leaned down and whispered in your ear, "shall you repeat that in bed tonight?"

"Perv." You shoved him away.

"You know, your lips seem lonely," he said, but you started walking away. "I think they would love to meet mine!"

You entered the kitchen and decided to start working on the dishes, washing and drying them and setting them back in their place.

Gabriel walked slowly into the kitchen and picked up a bag of salad from the counter top.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Don't you dare-"

"Want to toss my salad?"

You snatched the bag away and set it in the vegetable drawer of the fridge.

"All this work is making me thirsty," Gabriel whined. You sighed and grabbed a water bottle and handed it to him with a sweet smile.

"There you go."

"Thank you, Sweet Thang." He opened the water bottle and 'accidentally' spilled some water over himself. "Oh no-"

"Don't you dare!" you snapped. Stepping forwards and pressing your lips to his to get him to quiet. He relaxed against your touch and placed his hands on your waist, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue across your lower lip.

You opened your mouth a little and let him explore your mouth, his fingers slipping up your shirt. Then you stepped away with no warning.

"You going to help me now?"

"What?"

"No more until this whole bunker is clean."

He groaned and snapped his fingers, suddenly the kitchen was sparkling and you could practically see your reflection in the floors.

"No illusions, Gabe."

"This isn't an illusion-" You raised an eyebrow. He snapped again and the vision faded.

"You're hard to please."

"Get to work."

"That's what she said."