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Gabriel x Reader - Art Trade"Seriously?" Sam slammed his palm into his forehead.Gabriel x Reader - Art Trade by sigynsfanlit
"How fucking drunk are you?" Dean asked.
"He's hammered." ___________ sighed, and knelt down to the angel's level. He was out cold.
"Christ," Dean muttered. "Help her out, Sammy, I'll pull up the car."
___________ stood up and wiped her jeans clean of stray peanut shells and dirt. She shook Gabriel. "Wake up."
He didn't move. She sighed and with Sam helping, picked him up and balanced his weight out between the both of them. His head lolled as they carried him out to the car.
"This is so fucking embarrassing. You know how we must look right now?" Dean hissed.
"This is so typical," _________ said, rolling her eyes. Sam jumped in shotgun and ___________ managed to sit in a position where Gabriel was half-draped across her legs and half-spilled onto the floor of the Impala.
Dean gunned it until they reached the motel and then proceeded to watch as Sam and __________ struggled to edge Gabriel in unnoticed. He skipped ahead.
Gabriel x Reader - Request"Let's go swimming Gabriel," __________ suggested.Gabriel x Reader - Request by sigynsfanlit
"Nah, I'm content in the AC, sister," he said, tugging on some licorice with his teeth.
"Please?" she asked. "If not, I'm going with Sam and Dean alone."
"No way Jose!" Gabriel shouted. He pulled himself off the couch unwillingly. "Jeez, woman."
He put on some sandals and the Tommy Bahama shorts with the cheap Hawaiian pattern on them. He snapped his fingers and a coconut with a bright pink flower appeared in his hand. He smiled smugly and pulled the sunglasses out of his hair.
"Shall we?" he asked, taking her hand. He snapped them to the beach, where Sam and Dean were playing in the waves. Sam had sand in his hair and was trying desperately to get it out, dunking under the swells and shaking his head around.
___________ smiled and raced into the water. She tackled Dean who lifted her up and threw her to Sam, who set her down gently.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyebrows knitted in concern. __________ splashed
Taking Care of Fledglings AngelsxReader P.4 “Dean! Sam! We’ve got a problem!” (Name) called from her bedroom the next morning.Taking Care of Fledglings AngelsxReader P.4 by ArtistoftheDark
The two men came stumbling into the room, flicking the light on. They stared in disbelief at the girl who was surrounded by what appeared to be babies.
“(Name). Please tell me they didn’t…”
“Regress in age, Dean? Yeah. I think they did. And I think I’ve cracked the code on top of that.” She responded sassily.
“What’s your idea?” Sam asked.
“It’s how old we treat them. Whatever Crowley did to them gave them the base age of three. Then, one of you geniuses swaddled
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