Soulmates- Gadreel x Reader

Chapter 1

You entered the bunker and paused, standing at the top of the stairs as you looked down. Dean and Sam were quietly arguing and you realized that they were too invested in the argument to notice that you had come home. You waited for a few moments, hoping to carth drift of what they were saying. When you heard nothing you gave up and announced your presence, the grocery bag in your right hand announcing that you had gone on a food run.

"Hey boys, hope you're not fighting about how to properly save the world- cause honestly I don't think you guys could do that... again." You said, and they looked over at you as you advanced towards them, patting them on the back as you walked by. "I went on a food run, as well as a beer run." You said, pausing in the library to put some beers in there before heading to the kitchen.

After having emptied your load you headed back out to the war room, exhaustion tugging at you. You entered and found that the boys had transferred to the library.

"Hey (Y/n)." Dean says as you walk towards them, a yawn tugging your mouth open as you did so. Sam quickly took in your posture and cleared his throat, resting his hands on his legs. Like he always did whenever they had something important to tell.

"We caught Gadreel today, with the help of Cas." Sam says, and your eyes widened slightly.

"Really? Why?" You said, looking between the two. They shared one of their famous looks and you began shaking your head. "No- no hiding. Explain, now." You said, and Dean sighed as he placed his hands on the tabletop, his weight shifting on his feet.

"For more information, anything he can offer us on heaven." He said, and your eyes narrowed slightly.

"Sure, so he's not here because you want a living punching bag that heals itself, and has a stamina that outlasts yours." You said, one eyebrow quirking as you leaned against the table. "Because let's face it, when it come down to it, you're gonna end up just beating on him to let out your frustrations." You said, and Dean scoffed, shaking his head.

"No, no. Here's actually here for information purposes. Look, we'll talk about this tomorrow, just, go to bed. You look like you're dead on your feet." He said and you rolled your eyes, pushing off the table and stretching.

"Fine. fine. Night guys, try and get some shut eye for once." You said on your way out, heading down the hall and to your room. You entered and relaxed at the familiar sight of your deep red walls. A rustic clock hung across from your bed, other rustic designs scattered about your room. You changed into your PJ's and took in the familiar scent of home- MIssouri- and relaxed, slipping underneath the covers on your bed.

Tomorrow you'd be allowed to interrogate the boys further for more detailed answers, but right now, all you cared about was getting some sleep. Their emotional problems could wait. 

A/n: Hello! So this is a story I was working on during my time off, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Gadreel is one of my favorites, so you wanna hate on him go somewhere else. This does not follow the plot of Supernatural, and is created purely for entertainment purposes. Sorry this chapter is short, but the other ones should be much longer!! Thank you for checking this out, let me know what you think down below!!