A gender neutral second-person pov Castiel x reader. One of your chums hooks you up with a new case working with the Winchesters. You'll probably be distracted half the time though, considering their pet angel is tagging along.
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(No...
Before you you could struggle too much, Gabriel gripped your arms firmly and you had poofed away.
You didn't know how you had got there, but you were suddenly very aware of the fact that you were sitting in the middle of... the LA Riverway? You pushed yourself off the pavement with a groan- your back still ached from falling flat on it just a few minutes ago- and looked around. Not a soul in sight. The sky was bright blue with just a few clouds in the sky. Something felt off. Why was there a draft around your ankles?... Wait. Were you wearing new clothes?
You looked down and you were wearing what appeared to be old white sneakers and a bubblegum pink polo dress with short rolled up sleeves and a white collar. The skirt of the dress stopped at just about halfway up your calves. (If you're uncomfortable with wearing a dress, you are wearing a bubblegum pink suit with white sneakers and a white dress shirt, the top 3 buttons undone. The pants cut off a good few inches above the ankle). And what was that weird noise? It sounded like faint 80's music...
Suddenly you heard a loud engine rumbling in the distance. That's when you saw it. It appeared to be an all-too-familiar 1948 white Ford Deluxe with silver lightning bolts outlined in red on the sides, and it was charging straight down the cement of the riverway and toward you.
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You could only offer yourself an "oh no" before it screeched to a halt right next to you. There Gabriel sat, golden brown hair slicked back and clad in a black leather jacket.
"If it's automatic, systematic..." he started.
You had to get out of this 80's movie hellscape he had seemingly zapped you inside. You turned to run, but before you took your second step you were gone- and then you were in the passenger's seat, buckled in. The buckle was stuck, of course. There was no escaping this one.
"Hydromatic..." he continued.
"Gabriel, WHY?" You cried just before he floored it, leaving you gripping the side of the car tightly. You sped down the pavement, and suddenly another Ford (this one black) pulled up next to you. You tried to glimpse who was supposed to be filling the role of Leo Balmudo in this nightmare-rendition of Grease that you couldn't seem to wake up from. The driver's side of Leo's Hell's Chariot appeared to seat a scrawny, stubbly man with dirty blonde hair and carribean blue eyes.
"Race you to the end, Balth- Leo!" Gabriel scrambled to correct himself to stay in character. The man in the Chariot laughed at this. You didn't think the car could go any faster but you supposed when you're an angel you can make things do whatever you want them to. So go faster it did.
You sat there silently, eyes squinting into the wind and a steel grip on your seat. Gabriel snapped his fingers at one point and Greased Lightnin' started blaring from all directions. It was at this moment specifcally when you began to wonder about Cas and the boys. What were they doing while you were stuck in John Travolta's fever dream?
***
"Where would he have taken her?" Cas muttered to no one at all.
"I'll do you one better- why?" Sam said, interrupting Cas's train of thought.
"You don't think he put her on another Japanese game show do you?" Dean said, looking very sick all of a sudden and shielding his crotch instinctively as he stared off to the side with a grimace.
"Fuck," Cas said. Dean and Sam looked up at each other in shock. And then louder-
"FUCK!"
***
The car had finally screeched to a halt as gabriel and whoever-the-fuck decided to call it a day.
You sat there, still gripping the seat, eyes wide and hair in your face (if it's not long enough to be in your face then we'll say lightly wind-tossed). Gabriel reached over with a grin to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear and turned away. You reached down with a shaking hand to try to unbuckle yourself again. Click.
Oh sure. Now it's working. You opened the door and stumbled out and Gabriel did the same, only to walk away from you and toward the other car. He clapped the person on the back. You heard him say something, then, "I'll get you next time Balthazar," with a laugh. The man disappeared then, along with Hell's Chariot.
You were sitting on the ground leaning against the front tire on the passenger's side, knees pulled to your chest. You knew you couldn't run from someone like this. But what you could do was try to outsmart him. Not to mention you really didn't want to have to rely on the boys and the angel to come save you.
Gabriel walked along the perimeter of the car and stopped in front of you, crouching down. He grabbed your chin.
"Plenty more of that if you don't behave. Next time I'll pick a worse movie." He smirked and you saw flashes of yourself lying passed out on the ground in an outfit that was very... Heather Chandler-esque. There really wasn't a worse way to die.
No.
Are we at an understanding?
His voice echoed through your head. You nodded frantically and he clapped then, releasing your chin from his grip.
"Great!"
Before you could formulate any sort of plan you were back in your regular clothes and in an entirely new place, in the same sitting down position. The Ford was now gone, however. You looked around. It seemed like any run-of-the-mill motel room you would overnight in on a case. You tried to shake the what-the-fuck-just-happened from your head as you stood up- and realised then that there was a familiar weight in your pocket. Your.. phone?
Gabriel must never have taken it from you under the assumption it wouldn't have mattered if you called the boys, because he could just teleport you anywhere if they were to find you before he was finished with his little game. You clicked it and miraculously it turned on. You checked your geo-location- it seemed to be a real place that was about a 6 hour drive from the bunker. A plan began to take root in your head as you clicked on the messaging icon. You sent your location to Sam and told him to send someone Gabriel wouldn't recognize to deliver a certain item to you. Sam agreed after a few back and forths making sure it was you and you were in fact, okay. You made him promise not to tell Cas- no offense to him but you were worried if he got involved you would be free of Gabriel later rather than sooner. You then deleted the conversation from your phone and slipped it into your pocket. Now all there was left to do was wait.
