Supernatural Imagines

Imagibe Gabriel's face after you sass him.

I am like super happy. So we are starting to get away from every fifteen there being someone other than Sam or Dean, though I'd like to do more Castiel, Lucifer, and Balthazar, I have my first Crowley's!Daughter up next, and I've also been given a great idea for a Sam and Dean one, so things are starting to even up a bit! Hope you enjoy sassing the Sass-Master, Gabriel! Oh, almost forgot, there is a slight trigger in here, so here's the warning. I apologize. When I wrote this I added it in, and now... Well, it's a very sexist comment, and I'm aware that it can trigger things. So, I'm sorry. Trigger Warning.

Ugh. What time is it? You checked the clock to your left, and groaned. It was nine in the morning. Which means you had to get up. Great. You forced yourself from your bed, aka, your holy ground, and got up. You grabbed a Panic! At the Disco band tee, a pair of black skinny jeans, and undergarments. You hopped in the shower, and cleaned the dirt and blood from the previous day's hunt. You were too tired to take a shower last night. You hopped out, dried off, and got dressed. You pulled on a band tee, with a 'Royal Pain' sweater on over it. It was one of those baggy sweaters, and after you put on your yoga pants, you looked pretty tumblr. It was your day off, after all. You made your way to the study, and pulled out Library of Souls, the third book of the Peculiar Children series. You lounged on the couch and began to read. The familiar flapping of wings sounded, and you ignored it, thinking it was Castiel.
"Hey, Sweetness." A familiar voice purred.
"Oh, great. It's Gabriel." You sighed.
"Yep! I'm God's gift to women!" You laughed.
"Wow, Chuck sure has a sense of humor!" Gabriel jumped over the couch to sit next to you.
"Oh, ha-ha. Very funny." He glare-pouted at you. You went back to your book.
"So, Sweetness, how about I take you to a dinner this weekend, and a movie?" He wrapped an arm around you.
"Sorry, I'm going to a wrestling match with the Winchesters." You elbowed him, forcing him to retract his arm.
"A wrestling match? You're a girl, why would you let them drag you there?" You glared daggers into him, and scowled.
"It was my idea. Just because I'm a female, doesn't mean I can't like sports." He gave you a confused look. You continued to read your book.
"Can you grab me a beer, Sweetness?" That was the final straw.
"What do you think women are? House wives? I'm a hunter, and I will kill you. You're an angel, fly." He stared at you, wide eyed.
"Wow, sorry. I was just asking." You continued reading your book. Gabriel kind of just watched you.
"What're you looking at?" You sassed. He was in complete and utter shock.
"What?" He was getting kind of mad.
"Aw, is the little cloud-jumper upset that I sassed him?" You poked the bear.
"No; the SASS-MASTER is angry that you even tried to sass him!" He nearly shouted. You laughed, and he was dumbfounded.
"No, Sweetheart, the baby with wings is whining that the actual sass-master sassed him. Get over it." He glared at you and called Dean.
"Dean, am I or y/n the sass-master?!" He yelled into the receiver.
"Y/n." He stood in disbelief. He hung up the phone, and pouted.
"Aw, it's okay wings, you can still be the master at other things." He smirked, then pulled you onto his lap, forcing you to straddle him.
"I know." He purred into your ear.