Multi-Fandom One Shots

Be Mine?

Paring: (Gabriel x Winchester!reader)

Warnings: Innuendos and language.

A/N: Hey! I just realized that I've never posted a holiday themed fic, and this being my least favorite holiday, I thought that I'd cheer myself up with a Valentine's themed x reader. Plus, my love for the whiskey-eyed Archangel has rekindled after the newest episode of Supernatural. Enjoy!

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I sat in one of the armchairs in the bunker's library, reading my favorite book for what seemed like the millionth time. Dean was sitting at the table looking at something on Sam's laptop.

"Hey sis," Dean says without looking over at me. "Do you know what time of the year it is?"

"Yeah, it's February, isn't it?" I reply, knowing where this conversation was going.

Every year we have the same talk around this time. 'Hey Y/N, do you have a Valentine?' 'Hey Y/N, don't you get bored of being single?' 'Hey Y/N I should take you to a bar soon so you can hook up with someone, then you won't be alone on Valentines Day like you are every year.'

"Yeah, just a few days before Valentines Day." He says, looking at me and smirking while wiggling his eyebrows.

"So?" I say, looking down at my book again and trying to ignore what he was going to say next.

"You should get a Valentine." He says.

"I'm okay Dean, really." I reply.

"No you're not. I can tell. You don't get out much to see people, and when you do, you either are there to kill them or to exorcise them. You need a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. I won't judge." He shrugs.

"If it'll get you to shut up, fine. I'll get a date for Valentines Day." I mutter.

"Finally!" Dean looks back at me with look of satisfaction. "I thought you'd never agree."

"I don't, but how will I find anyone who would put up with me like you and Sam do? Neither of you could be my Valentine, 'cuz that's incest." I explain.

Dean looks at me disgusted.

"And the only other people that I know that haven't tried to kill me (yet) are Cas and Gabe." I sigh, actually disappointed at the lack of people I talk to.

"Then it's gotta be Cas. I don't want you around Gabe after what's happened to us before." Dean says gruffly, remembering the hundreds of Tuesday's that he died and the Nutcracker show.

"You gotta admit it, once you think about it, those were pretty hilarious." I chuckle.

"Well, yeah, to you they were funny. You weren't hurt at all." Dean argues.

I hear a flutter of wings next to me and I jump. I don't think I'll ever get used to that.

"Did someone mention me? Because it's very rude to talk about people behind their backs." Gabriel says smirking.

Dean immediately jumps up from where he's sitting, pulling the angel blade from his belt. Every once in a while, Gabriel will pop in and piss Dean and Sam off.

To be honest, I enjoy when Gabriel comes over. He tries to lighten up the grim mood as much as he can. Offers candy, helps me prank the boys, or even sometimes just sits down and listens to my ranting. But that's only when Sam and Dean go on a hunt deemed 'too dangerous for our little sis' and I'm left here alone.