Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

Pancake Diabetes~ Gabriel

*Everyone is born with a tattoo of what their soulmate first says when they meet.*
I'm sorry for the inactivity guys, I've had some prelims going on and needed to focus on those, but now I'm back!

I glance around the full cafe uneasily, but keep walking alongside Sam and Dean.

We're supposed to meet with one of the demons that have been causing havoc around the town. I don't know what the brothers plan is, but I don't bother asking. They know what they're doing. Hopefully...

"Ah, the famous Winchesters and their little play-toy." The demon chuckles as soon as he sees us. He's currently possessing a dark skinned man with grey hair. Around 58 years old maybe. Sort of looks like Morgan Freeman.

The three of us sit down at the booth and glare at the demon in unison. I would say it's years of practice just to make it sound better, but that would be lying.

"What do you want?" Dean asks, a certain tone to his voice which tells me that he's ready to kill the son of a bitch in a second if he tries something.

The demon cocks his head to the side with a smirk and glances at me. If I didn't know better I would say that he's just trying to be polite and not leave me out of the discussion.

"Hmm. A little help from the princess here." He points his finger at me, and I sense Sam and Dean stiffen next to me. Why the hell would he need me? What for? Well, whatever it is I'm not interested in the slightest.

"I'm gonna get some pancakes, I'll be right back." I say and squeeze past Sam. The demon just looks at me like I offended his mother or something.

Honestly, I've got better things to do. I could be reading or sleeping or eating right now. Well, at least I'm about to do one of those things. Food, here I come.

I take a seat on the red stool and signal the waitress. The brunette comes to me with a wide toothy smile and a bounce in her step. There were days, although so long ago they're hard to recall, where I used to be just like her.

I place my order and she scribbles it down, the smile never leaving. I'll have to tip her some extra money.

In no time, my pancakes are delivered and as she sets down the plate, I manage to read the writing on her wrist.

Everyone's born with writing on your wrist. The words on there are the the first thing your soulmate says to you when you meet. And when that happens, the black ink turns white. It's strange. You can't rub it off or remove it in any way possible. People have tried. Although nobody's desperate enough to cut their arm off and see if it goes away. Although if you die before meeting your soulmate, the ink turns red.

The writing on her wrist says 'I hope you step on a Lego'. I chuckle a little and as she notices, she joins in with me.

If you're one of the lucky suckers who have something poetic written down, you're to be envied. I've seen some ridiculous 'tattoos'. One ever said 'Shrek is love Shrek is life'. Thankfully, my writing isn't as bad.

I eat my pancakes in peace behind the booth, leaving Sam and Dean to deal with the demon.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a handsome man take a seat next to me. He's got honey coloured hair and isn't the tallest of all people, but he's cute.

He orders the same as me. But four times the amount and sugar dose. Diabetes on a plate basically. Somehow, I can't seem to look away. His voice is so soothing. I really like it.

He glances at me, and when he catches me already looking at me, he grins. "All limitations are self-imposed." He grins and takes a sip of his coke bottle. Wait. I've heard those words somewhere before. Seen them somewhere. But where?

"Oliver Wendell Holmes, nice" I recognise the quote, and chuckle as his eyes basically make love to the plate that's set down in front of him.

Before he has a chance to take a bite, he stops and looks up at me with curiosity. His eyes are so beautiful. So deep and colourful. I could get lost in them. Now this is some real poetic shit.

"Random stranger, don't mind me asking but what are the words on your wrist?" He asks, a certain tingle to his voice that makes me feel either anxious or skeptical. I can't chose which one it is.

I roll up my plaid sleeve and glance down. I almost fall off the stool as I see the white writing on my wrist. It's- it-it can't-

He grabs a hold of my wrist and brings it beside his. Both of our writing is white. His wrist says the exact same thing I said. My wrist says the exact-

That's why his words seemed so familiar. I'm such an idiot how could I not know. I've spent my whole life looking at these words, yet I dot know them when I hear them.

"I guess this is where we introduce ourselves." The man says, a small smile coming to his lips. I'm still in mild shock about the fact that I'm staring at my soulmate. I never thought I'd meet my soulmate. I always thought they lived at the other end of the planet or something. But by the looks of it, that's not the case.

"I'm (Y/N), y-you?" I stutter a little, rolling my sleeve back down. This doesn't seem real at all to me.

He takes my hand in his and places a soft kiss on my knuckle, not once breaking eye contact with me. "Gabriel."

I blush a little and to avoid saying something stupid, I take a bite of my pancakes. He does the same, but his eyes keep traveling to me. How does someone act when they meet their bloody soulmate?!

"(Y/N), we're leavi-" Dean interrupts from behind me, but stops mid-sentence as he glances at the man next to me. Gabriel.

He immediately shoots Sam a look that says 'shit' and grabs a hold of his angel blade. What is he doing? Does he know Gabriel? Is Gabriel a-

"Move away, (Y/N)" Dean says calmly, glaring at Gabriel. I have to stop this. Even if Gabriel is some weird creature, by the looks of it an angel, I can't let the Winchesters kill him. He's my soulmate after all.

"Dean, look" I say slowly, rolling up my sleeve again to show him the white writing. Gabriel does the same. It takes the two hunters a moment to process this, but when they do, they curse so loudly some people around us tell them off.

"(Y/N)..." Sam starts saying something, but by the looks of it, he doesn't know what exactly to say. For once, Sam Winchester is speechless.

What's going to happen now? From what I've gathered so far, Gabriel's an angel and he seems to know my two fellow hunters somehow. Great.

"Sam, Dean, I'll meet you back at the motel at six." I say, physically pushing them out of the cafe. They try protesting, but I just ignore them and keep pushing.

Once they're out, I return back to Gabriel and my pancakes. There's a moment of awkward silence before I speak up.

"Okay, you're an angel and know my friends. Spill the beans, soulmate." I give him a slight smile, turning towards him.

My soulmate, an angel of the Lord, gobbles down his last pancake before smirking at me.