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Sweet Tooth

Gabriel X Reader

Smutt

Candy was always your weakness. Your sweet tooth always seeming to draw you back to those sweets. Chocolate was a main roll in your cravings for candy and sweets. Any chance you got you would eat it, in public, at home, in the shower. Didn't matter where you were, you always had candy on you. But today was the day you didn't. The boys never really understood why you are so much of a sweet hog. They knew what it does to your teeth, but apparently it didn't do anything to yours. You just happened to get majorly lucky. At the moment you were sitting at the library table in the bunker. Sam and Dean had gone out on a candy run for you, and normally they bought you mountains of candy. Sam was your brother and would almost do anything you wanted. Sometimes he refused because you were so addicted to sweet things. Dean on the other hand was easy. All you had to do was make your boobs look bigger and ask him seductively. You and Dean weren't really a THING nor did you guys fool around. You'd never kissed him or touched him in any certain way to give him an arousal. But you wanted to give him one most times. Your sweet tooth was always unpredictable. Sometimes you wanted candy, other times it made you in desire for a different kind of candy. That kind of candy you desired sometimes, was from a male. For some reason both types were a drug to you.

"Hello Y/N." Cas walked over and sat next to you watching you grown impatiently. Once again, he made the same confused face. "What is the matter?" "They are taking too fucking long Cas, that's what!" He just looked confusedly at you. "Your profanity isn't proper, and what do you mean?" You sat up groaning that you had to explain it to him. But atleast when you would need candy he might get it quicker for you. "I have a MAJOR sweet tooth Cas--" "You mean a strong craving for sweets?" "Shut up Cas. That's what a sweet tooth is. Anyway, sometimes it gets so strong it drives me nuts. And RIGHT now it's driving me nuts!!" His look was now understanding and visibly checked you up and down. "Your sugar level has dropped 30 %. And your emotional state is way to high to be even possibly humane." You scoffed at it like it was normal for your levels to be out of wack. "That's why I constantly eat sugar. If not, it drives me insane. Which it is currently doing! I need SUGAR!!" you slumped back into your chair and laid there uncomfortably. Your patience was starting to wear thin and your anger was at the point of snapping. Cas was starting to worry and had since called Dean to find out what was taking so long.

"Well how soon can you get back?....An hour or two?...Dean I don't-...Well her levels are spiking off the charts...no I didn't touch Y/N. Dean you must hurry..alright I will tell her. Goodbye Dean." He walked back from the other side of the room and set his phone on the table. From the sounds of it, it was going to take longer than it should. "Cas, please I'm gonna die without it." "What?? Do you need me to call an ambulance? Take you to a hospital?" Laughing did sound like the good idea you thought about, but maybe it would be too far. "No, Cas. It's just a phrase. I'm not being serious, just saying it because I feel that way emotionally." He just sat and thought then suddenly walked into the other room away from you. You couldn't guess if you had bored him to death or he just had enough of hearing it. Then suddenly you heard the sounds of wings fluttering. It took your every strength of your might not to go and see if he had left you here. The bunker was empty and there were NO sweets for you to eat. So literally all you could do was sit in anger. This is when you had enough of it and grabbed your phone dialing Dean's number. You were sure tired of waiting.

"Hello?" You heard Dean answer the phone and you silently thanked the gods.

"Where are you!?" Waiting wasn't something you wanted to do and it almost had been 3 hours since they had been gone.

"I'm stuck in traffic Y/N. I can't magically make these cars move." You huffed out a sigh and slumped back. You were growing weary and very tired.
And suddenly you thought of a way the might get him to take a shorter way home.