Supernatural Preferences

Prank War GabrielxReader

A/N: Woah I was gone a long time. I'm not going to bore you with details but I've been very busy recently, but I finally got the motivation to write something other than shameless self-promotion for my Tumblr blog. Sorry I've been so inactive, I can't promise an update every week or even every month, but I do promise to actually find the will to carry on writing. Lots of love y'all.

It all started when Gabriel replaced your shampoo with hair removal. You were jamming out to Taylor Swift when you heard a wet plop as something hit the porcelain floor. Glancing down, you saw a large clump of hair slowly float towards the drain. Frantically, you ran your fingers over your scalp, screaming as more and more locks fell from your head.

"GABRIEL!" You bellowed, wrapping a towel around your torso and storming towards the living room.

He was sprawled out on the couch, a large bowl of popcorn haphazardly balanced on his knee. "What's up, buttercup?" He asked, purposefully avoiding eye contact and trying to keep the smile out of his voice.

"Don't you fucking dare. Gabe, my hair." You lunged at him, only for him to vanish, leading you to fall face first into the sofa cushions.

"I wouldn't stay there too long, babe, I farted in that spot just now."

You glared at him, your nostrils flaring when he laughed at your appearance. At that moment, you started plotting your revenge.

A few harmless pranks followed.

You put honey in the soles of his shoes.

He put confetti in your car's A/C.

You asked him to come over, only to trap him in holy oil and eat all of his sweets in front of him (with the help of the Winchester brothers).

He flew you to Paris and left you stranded on the top of the Eiffel Tower for an hour.

But all of it was leading up to your biggest and best prank yet.

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It was five to six in the evening. You had been in the kitchen making dinner for a few hours now, Gabe was due home any minute now and you were looking forward to it. Not only because you hadn't seen him for a few days, but also because you had a surprise waiting for him.

There was a rustling of feather behind you before Gabriel wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your head.

"Welcome home," you told him, smiling now you knew you could put your plan into action.

"Hiya, babe." He planted another wet kiss to your cheek before eyeing up the food you were preparing. "Ooh, mind if I have a ta- ouch!" You had swatted him with the wooden spoon as he leant over to dip a finger into the bowl.

"No touching, mister. Go sit down, it's almost ready."

"Yes sir- ma'am." He saluted and marched to the dining room table, sliding into his seat and watching your every move.

You made sure that you didn't use the same spoon to dish up your dinner as Gabe's, handing him an identical version of your dinner, but one you would rather not divulge in.

"Looks great, sugar," he said, reaching out for your plate which you swiftly held out of his grasp.

"That one's mine- er, it's a smaller portion because I had a late lunch."

Gabe scrunched his nose up at the thought of less food and happily accepted his plate. He had wolfed it down in minutes, already eyeing up your plate which you reluctantly gave him to satisfy his massive appetite. Whilst he was distracted, you set a timer on your watch.

"My compliments to the chef," he congratulated you, applauding you softly.

You bowed and grabbed the dessert, a plate of cupcakes and a bowl of decorations.

"Here," you said placing it all in front of Gabriel, watching his eyes go wide with joy. "I couldn't be bothered to ice or decorate them and I know you like doing it yourself so I'll let you finish them."

He babbled some kind of happy response and got to work with the cakes.

He'd soon realise that these cakes would have a... kick.

He used all of the icing you had given him and thrown sugar flowers, silver balls and chocolate chips on top. You shook your head when he asked you if you wanted one.

"More for me then," he said with a grin, shoving an entire cake into his mouth. He scrunched his nose up and spat it out. "What the fuck, is that toothpaste?" He cried indignantly.

You laughed and nodded. "That's payback for my hair, asshole."

He glared at you and then down at the cakes. "Are they all...?

"No, just the white icing is toothpaste," you told him. I mean, you weren't wrong, but you couldn't help but smirk when he went for a cake with green icing next.

You couldn't hold in the bark of laughter when he licked the green stuff off in one swift motion of the tongue. He frowned and realised too late why you were laughing.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" He leapt out of his seat and raced to the kitchen sink, leaning his head underneath it to catch all the water.

"Wasabi," you said simply. Walking over to him to rub his back as he puked in your sink.

"I... Hate... You." He panted, grabbing your washing up sponge to scrub his tongue.

"Why? I learnt from the best." You went to walk away before acting as if you forgot something. "Oh, there is one more thing."

Your watch beeped right on cue and Gabe clutched his stomach, his eyes wide with fear. Without any notice he disappeared, although you knew exactly where he was because you could hear him moaning upstairs in your bathroom. You grinned evilly and pulled the empty bottle of laxatives out of your pocket, tossing it into the bin.

You picked at a plain cake, eating around the so-called 'icing' and waited for his return. Half an hour later he came downstairs, his face red with anger.

"Did you know," he said, his voice quiet but filled with venom. "That when you wipe with wasabi on your hands, it really hurts?"

Your lips twitched upwards slightly but altogether you managed to keep a straight face. "Oh, that's nice dear."

"This was just cruel, Y/N."

"Revenge is a dish best served with laxatives and toothpaste, sweetheart," you told him calmly. "Don't ever start a prank war with me again, Gabey."

"Why's that?"

You stared straight into his eyes and smiled. "Because I can always finish them."