Supernatural Imagines

Gabriel x Reader

Gabriel x Reader

/ I LOVE WRITING GABE IMAGINES BUT IDK THIS ONE MIGHT BE SUCKY?? Thank you for 9k+ reads ily all + requests are always welcome x

You were sat curled up on your bed at home, snuggled comfortably between the thick blankets and balancing a bowl of hot soup on your lap. All of your friends had gone to some swanky party that you had politely declined to attend, ever since you lost your best friend Gabriel you hadn't felt like going out.

It had all happened so fast, one minute he was sat on your sofa, eating some high calorie lollipop as big as his face and the next you were getting sympathy texts from the Winchesters explaining his death. Lucifer, they said. It didn't seem to add up in your mind, I mean they were brothers, they loved each other, maybe you were just too naive to see the truth.

It had been almost a year since you had last seen Gabriel, and even now you couldn't help but keep a glimmer of hope trapped in a narrow corner of your soul that he might just come back.

-Flashback-

"C'mon Y/N, we're going to be late. I'm sure you look great sweetcheeks." Gabe stood with his arms folded, shouting down the hall and slowly getting more irritated. "Alright, if you don't want to be turned blind I suggest you look away." You walked out of your room, clad in a tight black dress and clutching a petit silver clutch bag. You and Gabriel had decided to dress up and go to a night club. He point blank said you didn't get out enough and it was settled.

Gabe unfolded his arms and covered his eyes in mock horror as you walked down the hall in his direction, you stepped beside him and hit him lightly on the forearm with your bag. "Idiot."

He removed the hand from his face and shot you a cheeky grin, "Ready to go?"

"I guess."

"Oh don't look so pooped, we'll have fun!"

"I hate you."

"I know you do."

-End of flashback-

That night had indeed been 'fun' if your definition of fun was getting completely drunk, dancing badly and throwing up in some stranger's handbag before being carried home by a very cocky archangel. That was the last time he seemed at ease, after that he was on edge each time you met and constantly denied anything was bothering him when you asked.

The whole grieving process could have been a little easier if the last thing you'd said to him wasn't cold and bitter. You'd had a heated argument after he called you a nosy bitch and told you to stay out of his business. You'd walked out on him and not turned back once, oh how you regretted all you said that day.

After failing to finish your soup which was now lukewarm you put it on the side table, laying down on your back and staring at the ceiling. Letting out a loud sigh you began to pray to Gabriel, it was something you did every night without fail, in case he was still out there to hear your words.

"Dear Gabriel, it's been almost a year and the pain of losing you isn't yet beginning to subside. I ju-... I just wish you would come back. I need you. If you could see how much of a freaking hermit I've become without you I'm sure you'd tell me to snap out of it and go on living. Oh Gabe... I've tried, believe me I've tried. Even the stupidest things remind me of you-" you stopped talking and clenched your jaw, screwing your eyes tight shut in an effort not to let the tears spill.

A loud knock made you snap out of your saddened state and sit bolt upright, glancing at your bedroom door with wide eyes. Stepping gingerly out of bed, wincing at the cold wooden panelling under your feet, you reached the door and opened it a crack. The outside hallway was dark and noiseless, you let out a sigh of relief and shut the door, turning around and sleepily ambling back to bed.

"H- hey sweetcheeks." You knew that voice, it was so familiar and yet, so alien to your ears.

"Gabriel?" Your bottom lip quivered with realisation as you registered a figure sitting on your bed, cloaked in the bleak darkness of your room.

"Correct-o." His voice was soft and warm, not like the last time he spoke. So you came to the conclusion this was some cruel trick your brain was playing on you.

The figure shifted uneasily and let out a sharp cough. You tiptoed to your bed and sat down, well if this was all a hapless dream it didn't matter anyway, fake Gabriel was better than none at all.

"Y/N, believe me I never would have left you without a good reason-"

You cut him off, your tone icy and emotionless, "A year Gabriel. A fucking year. I've waited all this time and that's all you've got? Some stupid apology?" Tears began to prick at your eyes, blurring your vision.

Gabriel sat in silence for a few seconds, pondering what to do, "Damn it." He muttered and on impulse he leant forward, lifting your chin and pressing his lips softly to yours. You closed your eyes, melting into him and sighing at the faint taste of sweetness the kiss held.

Gabriel pulled away reluctantly, his own eyes now shining with tears. "I'm so sorry sweetcheeks. Please forgive me, please I- I can't carry this loneliness anymore."

"Gabe... I forgave you from the moment you appeared. But seriously if you ever 'die' again I will fricking kill you."