Must be Fate (Gabriel x Reader)

Whiskey on the Rocks

Someone slapped you awake, and you opened your eyes, only to find that you were tied to a chair, in an unfamiliar place. You noticed that a demon trap was drawn on the floor around the chair that you were forced to sit on.

A balding man who looked pissed off was standing outside the devil trap. He was looking at you, probably studying your eyes. You let out a bit more air from your nose than usual and changed your eyes back to their original color.

You knew that the wound you had received had closed up because even though your shirt was stained red with blood, it was almost dry, which meant that no more blood was coming from the wound anymore.

The man moved closer to your chair. "You're one of Crowley's demons." He stated. You didn't say anything to that; you knew he had seen the tattoo on your wrist. "But I'm not a demon", you said. It was almost true. "Look, give me some holy water or salt, you'll see that I'm not a demon."

The man reached for his bag, which was on the floor next to him, and got a hip-flask out. You didn't even have to guess what was in there, after all, it was you who told him to get the holy water out. He unscrewed the top, and, after studying the contents for a few seconds, poured it all on you.

Nothing happened, apart from you getting soaked. The man looked puzzled, and you knew what was going through his head – "If she's immune to holy water she's not a demon, but then why the hell were her eyes black?"

"What are you?" He asked.

You thought about that. Really, what were you? You weren't completely human, but you weren't a demon. So you said the only reasonable thing you could think of.

"I'm a Winchester."

The man burst out laughing. "You, a Winchester? Please!"

"I'm guessing you know my family."

He stopped laughing. "Yeah, I know the Winchesters. I'm Sam and Dean's grandfather" he said, looking at you.

"What? Seriously?" You asked, surprised.

"Yes. Now, are you going to tell me who you are, or do I have to kill you?" He asked, and you knew that he wasn't bluffing about killing you.

"I am telling you the truth: I'm (Y/N) Winchester, John Winchester's daughter. Sam and Dean are my brothers. I've spent the last three years in hell because I tried to save fucking Gabriel, and I've only managed to get out today. I've spent so much time in hell that I don't even know if I'm human anymore, but I don't want to hurt people, I just want to be left alone, because I don't care, like no one cared about me!"

You shouted the last par, and hot, uncontrollable tears started pouring out of your eyes. Yes, you said everything that was on your mind, and it hurt even more.

"I... I believe you." The man said the last thing you were expecting. He walked into the pentagram and untied your arms from being you. As soon as you felt the rope fall on the floor, you moved your hands to wipe away the tears. He'd seen you cry, and that was enough.

You got up and walked to the edge of the devil trap. You wondered if it would let you through, and, to your great pleasure, it did.

"Samuel Campbell" the man held out his hand. You took it, cautiously, and shook it. "So you're not going to kill me?" you asked the question that had been bothering you. Samuel shook his head. "If you're not going to harm anyone, then you can live. Plus, if you're John's daughter..."

"Wait, but I thought that you and your family were dead!" you suddenly realized. You were sure that the boys had mentioned it a couple of times. "I was, the yellow-eyed demon killed me and my wife" he nodded, "but I was brought back for some reason."

"R-right". You didn't know what else to say.

You heard a door slam, and then... then you saw the two people you wanted to see the most, but didn't actually want to see them.

"We're back, Samuel", the tall one said. He hadn't yet noticed you, and had an absentminded smile on his face. The shorter one had noticed you, and stopped. You hid behind Samuel's back, just like a scared child. You didn't know the man at all, but you could feel a sense of protection radiating from him.

"(Y/N)..." Dean whispered.

Sam stopped. His smile turned to a frown as he reached into his trousers and pulled a knife out. "You demon, get out of my sister!" Sam said with cold rage in his voice. He took a step forward, but Dean extended his arm, blocking Sam's way. "She's not a demon, Sammy, otherwise Samuel wouldn't have let her out of the trap."

Even though Sam was the smart one out of your two brothers, Dean knew how to keep his head in situations like this. Although you doubted that anyone had been in the same situation before.

"Umm, I'm gonna be going..." you said awkwardly, trying to move past your brothers.

"What?!? You're not going anywhere!" Sam roared. "Yes, I am, Sam. Goodbye now."

You turned away, but he caught your arm. "Goodbye? It's been three years, (Y/N)! I haven't seen you in three years, and you're not even going to explain anything? You couldn't have changed that much."

"It's what being in hell does to a person, it changes them, Sammy", you told him. "Ain't that right, Dean?"

Your oldest brother was speechless. "I know where you've been. And, oh, your complaints about four months down there? Yeah, I know about that. And it's bullshit. You know how long you guys left me down there for? Three hundred and sixty five years. Compare that to your little problems."

You finally got Sam's iron grip off your arm and started walking off. When you got to the door, you turned and said with as little emotion as you could manage, "Oh yeah, tell Gabriel that he's an asshole and I hope he burns in hell."

"Gabriel? He's... (Y/N), Lucifer killed him." You heard one of your brothers say behind you.

That was the moment you felt your heart shatter. You had thought that you hated him because he had forgotten about you, but it was a lie – you were hurt because you had loved him with all your heart.

And now there was no one left to love.

You knees gave way, and the next second you were on the floor, trying to hold in the sobs.

You would never again see his handsome face, never feel his hands on your waist, never kiss him, never look into his beautiful, mesmerizing, whiskey-colored eyes, never... You would never be with him again. Even though you thought that when you were down in hell, the thought hit you now like a sack of bricks, burying you under your pain and sorrow.

He was your angel, the being that you had wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You saw him in all your dreams, he was your safety net when you thought that you couldn't take it any more. You loved him, and even hell hadn't changed that.

"(Y/N)?" Dean rushed over. You saw him through the tears and felt a new wave of pain coming along. He had sold his soul to save Sam, they had each other. You had no one.

"He's a martyr, (Y/N), he died to protect us humans. And to protect you."

"When-when Crowley took me to hell, Gabriel came straight away. He wanted to protect me, and he couldn't. I've spent the last three centuries thinking about him... I thought that I hated him, because he left me down there, because he had forgotten about me. But I love him!" you cried as Dean picked you up and started carrying you somewhere.

You struggled to get free, you didn't want them looking after you. You were strong. You had existed for hundreds of years.

And yet you were still a child.