Supernatural Imagines

Birthday Surprise << GabrielxReader

The reader is left alone on her day, but gets a pleasant surprise.

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Dean had been gone for months. Not psychically, but mentally. Yes. He was not in his right head.

The boys rescued me on a hunt about 14 years ago. A vetala had killed and drained my entire family. Me, the little 3 year old, was not to full of blood, so they looked right passed me. Sam and Dean came and killed the damned thing. They found me whimpering in the closet. Dean looked into my eyes and fell head over heels. He took me in immediately with my brunette hair and rosy cheeks.

Every year he threw some big party for my birthday. He made a birthday pie. He got presents. They weren't crappy ones either, he was actually really good at getting presents. When I was six, aka the pony phase; he got me pony stuffed plushies, pony coloring books, pony blankets. He was amazing. Every birthday was something to really look forward to.

But every good thing has to come to an end.

Now I didn't mind. Yeah it hurt, but I wasn't complaining. I mean it was the apocalypse. Come on. The end of all worlds. My birthday was not on top of the 'important things to do' list. So I didn't mind that my birthday wasn't celebrated, but after the fact. It seemed Dean just didn't care anymore. My birthday just wasn't anywhere near the list.

I never said anything about it though. I was about 15 when the apocalypse ended. Then I turned 16. The sweet sixteen. The big numbers. The 'right of passage'. The driving age. He drank past it. Sam was gone and nothing else mattered. He rarely talked. He rarely had any other facial expression other than depressed, angry drunk.

I was worried.

I mean he was technically my dad, not by blood, but by bond. I called him dad. He called me daughter. We were family and I was worried. He just wasn't the same. I mean well, who would be after the life. No, he was different is so many others ways.

We never went out for food just for fun anymore. We never sang in the car. Hell, he rarely played music in the car anymore. We never joked, never. I made a joke to lighten the mood about 3 months after Sam did the swam dive. He yelled and I never thought that I would hear the end of it.

Long story short. Things were just not the same.

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Sam had been back for a while without his soul. It was hard on both me and Dean.

Sam was a bigger jackass to me though. Commenting daily on my outfit and personnel appearance. They weren't good comments though. When he got his soul back, he didn't even apologize for a single thing.

Dean was better though. Much better. He laughed. He sang. He over-ate. He was Dean again. My dad. He cared more. He talked more. He was so, so very Dean.

==========================Time Skip========================

I was just sitting in my room, Listening to MCR, when I faintly heard the flutter of wings. I was expecting it to be Cas, but I shrieked and fell off the bed when it wasn't. The Angel or Demon laughed before walking towards me.

"Woah. Woah. Woah! Back off bub! I got knives!" He scoffed and rolled his eyes at me before smiling and continuing to walk towards me.

"Hey I said back off!" I whipped out a knife and threw it. Hitting him right in the shoulder blade. Now keep in mind it was the demon blade. Sam gave it to me, so that I could keep myself somewhat safe, but my eyes widened seeing his 'less then amused' facial expression.