Finding An Angel - Gabriel x Reader

New Life, New Love

He stared at you in confusion. "Did you hit your head? Come here, let me heal you," he said after a moment of awkward tension. "No, I just fell. How do you know my name? And heal me? What, are you a wizard?" you joked. His mouth dropped open slightly and all the light left his eyes. "(Y/n), Are you being serious right now? You're scaring me, cupcake," he said, a nervous chuckle passing his lips. He really seemed to know you, but nothing was coming to mind. "(Y/n)?" asked a voice behind you and the man's eyes went wide. You turned and sighed. "Lucifer, I think we should go. I'm, uh, not really comfortable right now. Can we leave?" you asked him, going to him. He slung an arm around your shoulder and grinned. "Anything for you, babe," he said in a low voice. "Lucifer, I need to talk to you. Now," growled the man. "You know him?" you asked Lucifer. "Family," he said curtly, leading you out of the room. You stayed outside the door, eavesdropping.

"Brother, have I done something to upset you?" asked Lucifer in almost a playful tone. "What have you done to her," said the man. His voice was deadly quiet. "I didn't do anything," Lucifer replied coolly. "YOU ALTERED HER MEMORY AND TOOK HER FROM ME!" roared the man. A dark chuckle came from who you thought was Lucifer. "She agreed to let me stay with her when I brought her back. A thought-blocking charm was carved into her, so how would I know about you? Although, it is a nice addition. Makes me look good, don't you think. Besides, we both know I'm better for her. You could only get her killed. Which you did, little brother," said Lucifer with an edge of cruelty. "She was-- I didn't-- You're the reason I couldn't find her in Heaven. You took her to Hell. How long was she tortured," asked the man in a soft voice. "Oh, a hundred years or so. But then I saved her," defended Lucifer. "I will be the one to kill you, Luce. Dad help me, I will." "Watch your tone." Footsteps approached the door and you backed away.

Lucifer emerged from the room with the remains of a smile on his face and you frowned. The man knew you? He seemed so attached for just a stranger... But Lucifer, he wouldn't hurt you or try to. The guy was just a wack-job. "Ready, darling?" Lucifer asked, offering your arm. You almost didn't want to take it, but you did. He smiled down at you with his dazzling eyes and you forgot about the man. He lead you through the house, passing four men (who were admittedly very attractive, especially the one with spiked up hair and bright green eyes). They were harder to get by.

"(Y/n), who is this?" asked the tallest one. "Does everyone know my name?" you sighed in frustration. "Hey, get your hands off her. I don't know how you got past Gabriel, but you won't get past me without her consent, and I doubt she'll be leaving," growled the attractive one. The older man was staring at Lucifer in confusion, but the man in the trench coat's reaction was what shocked you the most. "Lucifer, what have you done to (Y/n)? She is... different," he said. His voice was much lower than what his face would lead you to believe. "Aw, Cassie, she's alright. She knows I'd never hurt her," he said calmly. The arm you were holding onto slipped out of your grip and laid to rest on your waist. You stepped closer to him and they all looked at you in confusion. "(Y/n), come here," said the older man in a warm voice. "Look, I don't know any of you, so I'm, uh, I'm going to leave, if that's good. If not, well, too friggin' bad. Get over it," you said. You pulled away from Lucifer and walked out the door. A small voice whispered, "I'll be right there," in your head. A little while down the road, you head a cry of your name. It was the tall one. 

"Please, (Y/n/n), tell me what you mean. You don't know us? You can't go, I-- we need you. Dean practically went crazy trying to bring you back, you're good for an hour or less, and you're leaving? Don't go, please," he begged. His eyes were huge and sad, the sincerity of his words bleeding through them in raw emotion. "I've never met you in my life, okay? I don't know Dean, I don't know you, I just want you psychos to leave me and Lucifer alone and that's it. I'm sorry if you think you know me, but you don't," you said. It came out harsher than you had intended, but that was the way it was. "Yes, I do know you. Your name is (Y/n) (Y/m/n) (Y/l/n), both of your parents are dead, you love (Favorite Band), (Favorite Food), and you used to have a beagle. You stayed with us after a djinn almost killed you, Dad took a shining to you, and you're part of this family. Dean's going to lose it if you leave, Dad did, and I can't help forever. Please, don't go. Please, (Y/n/n)." He was hunched down to your level. You stared at his hazel eyes and willed yourself to remember. Something was in the way, something itching in the back of your mind. In your silence, one of his massive hands took your small one in his and he brought it to his cheek. "Please," he whispered. You dropped your head in shame and guilt. "I-- I." 

"Ready to go, love? We've got a busy schedule and we can't stick around forever. These people have lives to, y'know, even though it wouldn't seem so. Beer to drink, nights to waste drunk and mornings smothered in hangovers," he said all too seriously. Your eyes were still on the man's and now he was looking more like a boy. So weak and alone, you just wanted to stay for him. Lucifer put a hand on your shoulder and you pulled your hand away from his skin. His face fell even more at the loss of contact. "I'm ready, Lucifer," you said softly. The man pushed you behind him and wrapped his arms behind his back to try and keep you from Lucifer. "You can't have her, apparent Satan," he growled. Lucifer chuckled and raised his hand to snap his fingers. You jumped out from behind him and closed his hand. "Don't hurt him," you said. He lowered his hand and you turned back just in time to see the man's eyes starting to glaze over with a thin layer of tears. "Goodbye, Sam," you said as you were transported away.

Sam?