Supernatural Imagines 2

{65} Gabriel

Requested By: Jensen_And_Jesus

Prompt: "You can't throw salt water taffy at a ghost." 

When you search up the definition of a trickster, it pulls up many results. Most talk about mythical creatures that go against normal behavior and like to play tricks on other people/creatures. By definition, Gabriel was a trickster.

You had known Gabriel for about a year now, and you knew damn well that he wasn't actually a trickster, like he claimed to be, but was in fact an archangel -- one of the most powerful angels in Heaven. But, if you considered his personality, he was more like a trickster than any other creature.

When you first met Gabriel, you had met up with the Winchesters on a case. He was posing at the trickster, and you and the boys killed him, or at least you thought you did. You parted ways with the Winchesters after that case. You always worked alone and only met up with them occasionally to keep in touch.

A week or so later, the trickster had found you again. He explained that something about you had him intrigued and offered to help you in some cases. You of course refused, telling him that you could never work with a monster. But, Gabriel didn't take no for an answer.

He kept his distance, but on every case you worked, he would show up, assisting you in whatever way he could. Then he would disappear and you wouldn't see him until the next time you worked a case. Reluctantly, the two of you started working together and he revealed to you that he wasn't a trickster at all. He was an archangel.

You asked every question you could think of and he answered each one as detailed as he could. The two of you grew closer and closer, becoming best friends. But the closer you grew, the more of a pain in the ass he became for you. Today was no exception.

You were in your motel room just minding your own business when Gabriel showed up. "Hey Gabe," you said with a soft smile. "Y/N, I'm bored," Gabriel replied in a sing-song voice. "Oh no," you said, more to yourself. When Gabriel said those words, it meant bad news. Gabriel was a master at keeping himself entertained, and usually he made you his source of entertainment.

"You like going to escape rooms, right?" Gabriel asked you. "Yes," you responded hesitantly, unsure of where Gabriel was going with his question. "Can we go to one?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with hope. You pondered the idea for a moment. It was a bad idea. A horrible idea. But you still found yourself saying, "Sure."

"Okay, come on," Gabriel stated, taking your hand in his head and leading you towards the motel door. When the two of you stepped out the door, instead of finding yourselves outside the motel, you were inside another large room that you had never seen before.

It was an antiquely decorated living room with old-fashioned furniture placed nicely all around. The room wasn't well lit but you could see everything around you. "Where the hell are we?" you asked Gabriel.

"An escape room. My version of an escape room," Gabriel replied. "What does that mean?" you questioned, narrowing your gaze at Gabriel. "In normal escape rooms, you solve riddles to get out. You have to do the same thing but you have to solve the riddle to kill the creature," Gabriel explained. "What creature?" you asked him.

Gabriel didn't respond. Instead, he wiggled his eyebrows and disappeared. Great. Thanks Gabe. What a friend. You took a deep breath and looked around the room. There was a fireplace to your left, and next to it was a black iron fire poker, along with some other fireplace accessories. On top of the fireplace was a can of salt. To the right of the fireplace, hanging on the wall, was a display of real silver and gold knives. Lastly, on the other side of you, was a bar set up with holy water, holy oil and matches.