Finding An Angel - Gabriel x Reader

The Descending

To my lovely reader @HellFire11 for the amazing recommendation and to many more! Hope this is well written enough!

It hurts. It hurts like fire running through your veins, slowly burning every good feelings out of your body. It hurts like getting your beating heart ripped out of your chest and then having it shoved back in only to be done again with the same agony all over again. It would have been better if someone had let you be cut with millions of paper cuts, then drowned in lemon juice. Fire was everywhere but it was so cold. So very, very cold. Everywhere you turned, there were screams of horror and pain, sobs for help and loved ones. A woman stood in the corner of a cell watching a small boy break his own neck while she cried out his name. A man was in a chair at the end of the hall screaming in torment as a blade dragged across every inch of his skin. There were flashes of Gabriel, but every one was worse than the last. Beaten and bloodied. Lying dead on the ground. His wings being ripped by hand. You fell to the floor as the images turned to the Winchesters, then your parents, Jem, every person you'd ever cared for. It was petrifying. Warm tears rolled down your ice cold skin as if they'd never stop. You screamed their names, but nothing stopped the pictures from forming in your mind. 

No one came for days and by then, the images had turned to them calling you worthless, spitting on you, trying to hurt you. Someone came and hurt you worse than anyone ever had, but everything was dulling slowly and you felt hope ebbing away until it was almost gone. The scars were everywhere and blood stained everything you touched. You never slept, they let you starve. So hungry, so cold, so tired, so... everything. You'd remember glances of happy memories, but they weren't enough to keep you sane. Everything hurt, everything was dulled, all hope gone before you could hold them tighter.

Months went on. Years trickled by, but you never aged. You held the picture of the Winchesters and Gabriel in your mind, but it was fading fast. A century passed, and nothing was the same. Every day the same: pictures, torture, harsh words from those you loved, the offer to torture others, more torture when you refused, then back to the room for more pictures. Until one night. Or day. You never knew. They let you sleep and speak to a man they called "The Big Man". 

You collapsed and waited for the pictures, but they never came. You closed your eyes and sleep overcame you only to have the door opened and a man walk in. He was casually dressed in jeans and a red t-shirt. His blond hair was short and he had a small shiny thing in one hand. "(Y/n), you're coming with me. Get up and walk," he ordered. (Y/n)? (Y/n) was your name as you suddenly remembered. You stood and fell back down. "Get up and walk," he repeated. You grabbed the wall and stumbled forwards right into the man's chest. The woman behind him came forwards with a dagger, but the man waved her off. He snapped his fingers and you felt the distant memory of a similar feeling tugging you forward.

 You were in a living room that was well furnished with a fireplace that gave off no heat. You let your fingers drag over the gold walls that sparked a memory in you. Soft, warm, safe, love. Laughter. Kisses. Safe. Sam, Dean, John, Jem, Gabriel. Smiling. Happy. Safe. "Heal her!" "(Y/n), I love you, I love you, I love you, and I never wanted it to be like this, but I love you." "Gabriel, I--I lo--"  You stumbled back away from the wall and a voice rang out. "Change clothes. Dinner is in ten minutes. Clothes are in your room, right there." You turned to see the blond man leaning against the doorway to another room. You looked to where he had and there was a door where your hand had been moments ago. You looked back and he was gone. 

The room was small enough to feel big and cozy at the same time. The bed was large and freshly made with the corners still crisp, facing a vanity mirror with a hairbrush and basic makeup. A dresser was pushed up against the wall with a china cat on top of it. You walked slowly over to it and pulled out a fresh pair of jeans, underwear, bra, and a comfortable looking t-shirt. You glanced down at your ripped and filthy clothes, if you could still call them that. Shedding them quickly, you rinsed off in the open shower in the corner and watched the black water turn to a lighter color until it was clear. The clean clothes felt like silk against you freshly clean skin. The man opened the door and you collapsed to the ground in a puddle of tears. He moved more quickly to you, but to your shock, pulled you to your feet and--into a hug. "Shh, darling. I won't hurt you anytime soon. You did your time and now I've saved you. Stop crying," he murmured. The tears subsided at the comfort. It was the first time someone had touched you with anything other than hatred and anger for a long time. "Would you like to eat? I'm sorry if I scared you before. I had to be like that, but this is how I am behind closed doors, I swear," he continued. You nodded and he snapped again. Nothing hurt and you could speak. "Thank you so much, Mr..." 

"Lucifer. Just Lucifer."