Must be Fate (Gabriel x Reader)

First meeting

John Winchester was a shit father. At least to you, anyway. He adored his boys, and tried to make their lives even a little better. Never did he try to make you feel loved or even accepted. No, you weren't jealous, because you loved your two half-brothers more than anyone else, but all you really wanted was a dad. A person that would show you affection.

Instead, you got a psycho that locked you up in an asylum. A place for crazy people.

That was a two years ago. Oh, living there was horrible, it really was. Being surrounded by crazy people, knowing you were slowly losing your mind and not being able to do anything about it.

That had been your life since he sent you there. However, you managed to escape. If one thing your life as a hunter had taught you, it was to always be ready for anything that comes your way. That was the reason you always wore a crucifix on your neck – if there was a demon nearby, all you would have to do was put it into some water, say a few words in Latin and, voila, you had yourself a weapon against it. That's what saved you, being attacked by a demon. Due to your history and who you were, it was never more than a few weeks before a new one showed up. This one just happened to be unfortunate enough to possess your guard.

You had the exorcism memorized and when he came to check up on you, you grabbed his arms from behind, so he wouldn't be able to escape. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas..." the Latin words rolled smoothly off your tongue smoothly, and even the sound of the demon inside the man screaming couldn't drown it out.

It was done within seconds. While he was unconscious, you checked his pockets for keys and left once you had found them.You hoped that the man was okay, but you didn't have time to stick around and help him. 

The first place you thought of going was to your brothers' bunker because they were quite literally the only people you knew well enough to trust. You didn't even care that John could have been there with them, you just needed to see a familiar face (or two) that didn't make you think of insanity straight away. You were a bit peed off that they never came to visit you in your 'prison cell', but you guessed that that couldn't be helped since they probably had a lot of work. And anyway, it was in the past, and what's gone is gone.

You were walking through a massive field that was really close to the bunker when your stomach growled so loud that you were actually shocked that a human could make a nose such as that. During the days that it took you to get the bunker, you hadn't eaten anything apart from what guys who gave you a lift in their cars had given you. To say that you were starving wouldn't be saying anything. You wanted food, and a lot of it. You just wished that your bros would treat you well.

Suddenly, you started to panic. What if John had told them things about you that they weren't meant to know? What if they just kick you out? What if...

You fell on the ground, hitting your knees but not caring about it. The only thing on your mind was how your brothers would react to your return. Uncontrollable tears started rolling down your cheeks, and you just lost it.

"Please... someone, please help me..." you whispered and were surprised that those words came out of your mouth. You weren't used to asking for help, and didn't like burdening people with your problems. But you were just so scared and lost in your feelings.

A sudden flash of bright light brought you out of the maze of your thoughts. You looked up and saw a man standing where the light had been. You couldn't see his face but he seemed quite fit. He started walking over to you.

"Who are you?" you asked, your words barely audible. The stranger was still a fair distance away from you but he somehow heard your question.

"That's not important. Now shush." He answered in a pleasant voice. You wanted to scream and run away, but the man was right next to you now and you seriously doubted that you had a chance to run away now. The stranger knelt down next to you and reached out his hand to your forehead.