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Gabriel x Reader- Supernatural

Messy Mr. Trickster
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gabriel X Reader
Summary: You come home to a trashed apartment and give Gabriel the silent treatment.
Word Count: 2,420
A/N: Sorry if this is bad, I kind of rushed through this. And the ending isn't very good, but possible part 2? Remember, requests are open, I hope you enjoy!

"Oh, not this again," you said huffing. You had just gotten back from a hunt, helping the Winchester brothers get rid of another 'ghoulpire' as Dean kept calling them. It had taken you almost a week to track down the entire nest, and you were ready to sleep for a lifetime. You had just returned home to find that your apartment was a total disaster area. You could name only one person who could've caused this.
Well, he was really an angel, but that doesn't mean that you got any less mad.

"GABRIEL GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND PICK UP THIS MESS RIGHT NOW!" you shouted at the ceiling, not caring about disturbing your neighbors. They knew that Gabriel was a piece of work. They didn't know what he was, but they knew that he was the one who turned the hallway into an ice rink one year. It didn't thaw until spring, no matter how much salt they put on it.

You heard the fluttering of wings and turned your head to glare at the newly appeared angel. "Is there a problem, sugar?" he asked casually.

"Yes, actually. My problem is that you find it necessary to tear my home apart when I'm on a hunt, then you don't clean it up. Even though all it would take is a snap of your fingers. I just don't get it Gabe, couldn't you try to pick up after yourself?" you asked getting more frustrated at thinking of all the other incidents at your home.

There was once when Gabriel decided to fill the bathroom with water and fill it with exotic fish. He waterproofed the room, which was helpful, but forgot to inform you of his 'project' so when you opened the door you were soaked and had to pick up all the fish flopping on the floor. It didn't help that you missed one and your apartment smelled for weeks after finally discarding it.

Or another time when you decided to try cooking a turkey for thanksgiving and Gabriel didn't tell you that he might have changed the settings on your oven causing the bird to be nothing but ash when you pulled it out of the oven hours later.

But the biggest slap in the face had to be when you discovered he had moved everything in your apartment six inches to the right. You were so happy to come home to the neat apartment you left that you were surprised to see Gabriel suddenly show up. You offered to make him some cupcakes for not trashing your apartment, but realized something was off when he kept giggling when you bumped into something.

It didn't help that you also forgot he trashed your oven.
That was one of the reasons you didn't hunt as much as you used to, that and the fact that you needed money to live and you had finally gotten a decent paying, steady job.

You admit that it felt wrong not being in the life full-time, kind of like you were cheating, but you couldn't help if you ended up dead. You took the jobs closer to your new location, and came whenever someone needed some back-up on a case. Let's just say you hoped you never actually got sick.

But let's get back to the shit storm that is now your apartment.

"Oh, come on, (Y/N), it's not that bad. Either way you kept saying you wanted to redecorate. I just helped you along." He moved to sit on your wrecked couch. You could see rips in the cushions and it looked like half of it had been sprayed with some kind of silly-string.

You sighed, not really wanting to get into this now. "Look Gabe, I just got my ass handed to me by a monster that hasn't been seen in a couple centuries. Clean this up before I wake up or you WILL feel my wrath," you stated walking to your bedroom and closing the door.