Gabriel x Reader
With a moan, I drop onto my bed, pressing my face into my pillow. My arms are burning and my head is spinning and I can’t stop moaning in pain. I hear footsteps approach my door and without lifting my head, I shout a fuckoff, my voice muffled by the pillow.
A laugh greets me; which makes me slowly raise my head. Gabriel is casually leaning against the doorframe, a smirk spreading across his face, a lollipop held between his thumb and forefinger. “Sore?” he asks me with a raised eyebrow. Rolling my eyes before narrowing them at the archangel, I groan before shoving my face back into my pillow. Muttering another fuckoff, I ignore his loud laugh in favour of weakly giving him the finger. “Come on, don’t be like that.” Gabriel complains playfully.
I hear the door to my room close before Gabriel cross my room to my bed, the mattress by my feet is dipping from added weight. “Please no pranks Gabriel; I am exhausted. So exhausted.” My voice cracks on the last word as exhaustion and pain overtake me.
“What’s wrong?” Gabriel asks me, his playfully tone gone in favour of concern. Slowly rolling onto my side, I ease myself up onto my elbows while meeting his eyes with a weak smile. “Cupcake, what happened?”
“Nothing bad. We managed to save the family, it’s just there was more than expected. I got thrown down the stairs and knocked out so I’m just still a little sore- it’s mainly a headache.”
His eyes darken for a brief moment before he’s resting his hand on my leg. “Thrown down the stairs? Did Dean or Sam not notice that?” He asks me, leaning forward to brush his lips against my forehead. I shrug, muttering that they were distracted by the other five vampires but that they did save me once they realize what happened before sinking back down into the mattress. “One day those Winchester will be unable to save you. Why did you not call for Castiel or me?” He whispers gently, cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.
Wait... when did I start crying?
I blink back the forming tears in favour of placing my hand over of Gabriel’s. “Castiel was busy here and I didn’t want to bother you; you might have been doing something important and I didn’t want to distract you.”
Gabriel scoffs, settling onto the mattress beside me, his arm draping over my waist to press an open palm against the small of my back. “Nothing is as important to me as your wellbeing you know that. By the way, Dean-o and Sammy don’t know I’m here so we have to be quiet.” He grins cheekily, pressing his lips against mine, gently nipping my lower lip.
“Be quiet for what?” I mutter against his lips as I tangle a hand in his hair, pulling his head closer to me.
Shrugging, Gabriel presses another chaste kiss to my lips before answering, “You said you got a headache and I think I’ve heard that orgasms can relieve them.” Rolling my eyes again, I allow him to return to kissing me and rolling me onto my back so I’m pinned between him and the mattress; his hands sliding underneath my torn shirt.
Moving my other hand to cradle the back of his skin, I softly kiss him back, hocking a leg around his while smiling faintly into the kiss. Gabriel returns the smile, his hands tugging on the hem of the shirt in an attempt to pull it off. He gets it around my neck and we’re breaking the kiss so I can pull it over of my head when the door to my room is thrown open.
“Hey, I brought some Advil for-Holy shit!” Dean shouts, coming to a halt, Sam crashing into his back. “Alright, what the fuck is going on?”