Wayward Sons One-shots

Gabriel~ Best Friends

"SUPRISE!" Gabe screeched as he manifested in your room.
"Banshee!" you screamed in response to his high pitched voice, throwing a pillow at him.
"Ugh, excuse you," he said, immobilising the pillow midair with his power, "my hair is far too lucious for a Banshee". With a flick of his finger, the pillow was sent hurtling back at you. It glided past you, brushing your cheeck as it hit the wall.
"If this was an anime, that would have been a weapon of some sort and it would cut my cheek and blood would be gushing out of my flesh in the most ridiculous way and my pupils would dilate and I'd scream and I wou-", "woah you really need to get out of the house more (y/n). Like right now". Gabriel gripped your shoulder and you were gone.

"Ha ha ha, very funny Gabriel. Dump me in the middle of nowhere to get me out of the house. Hilarious," you yelled pacing around the dusty plains. Gabriel was gone. In the distance there was a rumble, and a cloud of dust began to build at the horizon. "What the-" the ground began tremble and the cloud drew nearer. "Earthquake? Sandstorm?" you squinted your eyes to see better. There were figures in the clouds, "hoofs, ears... Wait - buffalo?" you took a step back. "S-stampede?" you whispered under your breathe. You picked up the pace and soon you were running. Dust made you wheeze and you couldn't help but cry from both fear and the pain the shards of sand caused when they got into your eyes "GABE! THIS IS NOT FUNNY," you screamed, tripping over every little pebble. You lost your balance and plummeted into the hard ground. "Wow, tripping up in a life or death situation. Great," your knees began to bleed, a lot of flesh was rubbed away from the impact. The stampede was approaching quick, the herd could only have been a mile or so away. You hissed at the pain searing your knees. Tears began to swell. This had to be some cruel joke. Or maybe something happened and he lost you and now you were going to get trampled to death. "Not a demon deal, or a bullet wound, or kidney failure. Instead I'm gonna have a Mufasa death scene," you hugged your knees, burying your face to protect it from the sand. "My gravestone will be engraved with 'she died as she lived; like a Lion King," you whispered, trying to make yourself laugh and stop crying. You heard them, you felt the ground quake, but all you could feel was the wind, not the crushing weight of hundreds of mammals. You felt warmth, comfort and a pair of arms. "Open your eyes," he said. And you did. The sight was magnificent, the buffalo were redirected around you and as each animal charged past they sent dust hurtling into the air around you. There was some sort of protective barrier around you, so you were completely safe. Once the herd began to fade into the distance, you started to get really mad.
"I hate you," you stated.
"What? Why?" he replied, genuinely confused.
"I was terrified! I bet you sat on a pretty little cloud watching me trip and cry and thought it was the best thing in the world, didn't you?"
"Wait, no (y/n)-"
"I hate you. I thought we were friends. I thought you changed. You don't play mean tricks on friends like that," you got up, dusting yourself and rolling your eyes when you saw that Gabe healed your wounds, "oh of course! You think your magic can fix everything don't you?" you made your way away from him, not knowing where you were going but determined to make a statement.
"Where-"
"HOME,"
"We're in the middle of Africa, (y/n) don't be silly, how will you get back?"
"I'll call a taxi," he snorted at this.
"You know," you spoke again, walking backward to face him, "Dean and Sam warned me about the Trickster. Don't get too close, they'd say. And I'd say there is no Trickster, there's just Gabe. There's just my best friend. Thank you for proving to me that I was clearly wrong!"
"Why are you stopping?" he said.
You closed your eyes quickly and called Cas to pick you up. You were gone in seconds.

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A/N
I'll write 2nd part later mebe?