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Slightly

Characters: Supernatural!Reader, Gabriel, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Annie (Female Demon), 5 Nameless Unintelligent Demon Dudes :: Warnings: NSFW (Just A Smidge), Language, Sarcasm :: Word Count: 2535

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With a silent raise of your eyebrow, you glower at the four men tied up below you before sighing.

Demons. You scoff mentally. But they aren’t totally stupid. Prepared for Gabriel after all.

A small sigh escapes, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. Fuck. Seven demons re-enter the room, spreading out to cover all exits in twos.

The designated demon douche leader steps forward, waving an angel blade at Dean as he began his meaningless rant.

“Monologuing is so outdated.” You mutter, flashing down behind the demon, letting him turn around with a snarl before shoving the angel blade in your grip deep into his side and angling up, watching the flash of his eyes before he slumped to the floor. The other six move almost in sync, a step towards you as their eyes go black. “That’s cute.”

Turning, you glance back at Gabriel. “You owe me big time, you asshole.” Gabriel’s face is a controlled mix of smug and rage, eyes nearly molten gold and you can feel them boring into you even as you turn to address the encroaching demons.

“We don’t know who you are, bitch -”

“That’s the point, dumbass.” You snap out, dropping to one knee as two demons lunged, throwing off their attack as you swung your leg out in a wide sweep, knocking them to their knees before pulling a second angel blade from your jacket and shoving them into the two demons. The one closest to the warehouse’s old loading dock turned tail, prompting you to withdraw your gun and shoot the man with a roll of your eyes. “Seriously? You can’t all really be that stupid.” Another demon takes off running towards the front door, your finger squeezing the trigger to take him down as well.

Turning on your heel, you face the last two demons, two angel blades in one hand and the gun held loosely at your side. “Now, sir, madam… let’s hope you are smarter than the others.” The man nodded eagerly while the woman tried to muster up a glare. You tuck the gun into the back of your jeans, then put one blade into your inner jacket pocket, repeating the motion with the other blade in the opposite pocket.

“Okie dokie.” You turn towards the Winchesters, wrapped in chains beside the small ring of holy fire that held Gabriel and Castiel. You free the Winchesters with a wave of your hand, taking Sam’s now empty chair and dragging it forward. “Don’t move.” You advise the brothers over your shoulder, settling into the hard metal chair to stare at the demons.

“Weeeellllll, I came here for some information. Information I know your little group was privy to.” Crossing your legs and relaxing in the chair, you offer them a smile. “So, spill.” The demons exchange a look.

“We want an assurance we leave this building alive.” The female demon states, straightening her spine.

“Of course! I am nothing if not fair.”

“Your word.” She pushes.

“I give you two my word. You will leave this building alive.”

“Alright. What information do you want?”

“I’d like to know what demons are doing en masse in California and Oregon.”

“We got word from the higher-ups that there were several magical artifacts buried in the forests in and around California, Oregon, and Washington.”

“And?” You draw out, leaning forward a tad as you raise an eyebrow.

“And?” The male finally speaks up, mild confusion dancing through his eyes.

“I think it’s better if you stay quiet since you don’t seem to be the brightest bulb of this outfit, alright sweetie. Good.” You shift your gaze subtly back to the woman. “Did. You. Find. Them?”

“No.” She shakes her head, frowning. “No. The forests in Washington were too thick, and the ones in California were semi-warded, so we shifted our focus to the Oregon forests by the border of each adjoining state.”

“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you Annie?” The demon seems startled, her eyes flashing black quickly.

“No, uh, no.”

“Coming into someone’s areas, unannounced and unwelcome, is often frowned upon, Annie.” You uncross your legs and stand. “Those forests are mine. My father gifted them to me. You uprooted my trees, broke my wards, and interfered into things that slimy little demons don’t need to stick their noses into.” You raise your hand as the man barked out, “NO!”

“You said you would let us leave alive!” Dropping your hand, you smile.

“I did. I gave my word.” Heaving a sigh, you move back towards the Winchesters and the angels. “Go on, then.” The two take off running, the Winchesters moving along beside you, staring towards where the demons had disappeared.

“What did you do that for?” Dean snaps, turning his glare onto you.

“I gave my word.” You say simply, shrugging as you break the ring of holy fire and unchain Castiel from where he was. Castiel moves to stand beside the Winchesters before you bend down and pulling a match from your pocket, reignite the ring around Gabriel.

“I hope they destroyed a shit load of your precious trees, Y/N.” He snarls from his bindings, once molten eyes now hardened.

“The forest regrows.”

“How could you let them go?!” Dean snarls again, grabbing your upper arm and turning you from where you’d been facing Gabriel towards himself.

“Don’t worry, the man is dead, and the woman is trapped. They both escaped the building safely like I told them they would. Once free of the warehouse, anything is possible.”

“What are you?” Sam questioned, peering into your eyes.

“Half-Avalonian, half-faerie,” Gabriel reveals with a too-cheery smile, knowing Dean’s hatred of faerie.

“Dammit,” Dean mutters, releasing his hold on your arm. Smoothing out the jacket before pushing your hair over your shoulder, you smile brightly at all the three men in front of you.

“You’re welcome,” Your voice echoes in the room, disappearing just seconds later, staying hidden back in your original spot upstairs.

“I say we leave him here.” Dean begins decidedly, staring at Gabriel still bound in the ring.

“Dean.” Sam chastises.

“What? He’s the one who said the demons here were up to something. Led us right into a trap. AND he obviously knows that woman.” Cas’s gaze shifts from Dean to Gabriel.

“Do we need to follow after her, Gabriel?”

“Nah.” Gabriel shifts in his bindings, raising an eyebrow as his gaze shifts subtly downward to his bonds. “Y/N keeps mostly to herself. Unless you really piss her off. She tends to actually be the most level-headed of her moronic family.” Glaring down at Gabriel at his words about your family. You don’t talk shit about his fucked-up family, now do you?

“Have you “really” pissed her off lately?” Castiel asks, air quotes nearly making you giggle.

“No.” You scoff. He’d been the one to come raid your forest a good week before the damn demons. All three freed men stare at Gabriel who, after a long pause. “Alright. I may have been the one whom the demons followed into her forest.”

“Jesus,” Sam mutters, swiping a hand over his mouth and down his chin followed by a heavy sigh. Dean and Sam exchange a look of concentration, eyes conveying a silent conversation that you found fascinating. “Okay, Gabe, you gotta tell us if she’s your enemy or not.”

“Nooo, what we need to know is if she’s going to come after us because you’re a dumbass of epic proportions.” Dean’s waving his hand as he talks, lips slightly pursed as he locks eyes with Gabriel.

“Slightly,” Gabriel says finally, with a slight purse of his own lips.

Sam and Dean exchange a look.

“Slightly isn’t an answer, Gabriel.” Castiel huffs out, eyeing the ring of fire.

“We’re slightly discordant. I wouldn’t say enemy.”

“She freed me then reignited the holy fire. And called you an asshole.” Castiel argues.

Dean scoffs, “Who wouldn’t?” Gabriel shoots him a dirty look. “Well, as far as ex’s go, she seems a lot nicer than Kali.”

“I never dated Y/N.”

“Ahh.” Sam nods, his lips turning up at Gabriel’s admission.

“I could have if I wanted,” Your eyes widen as Gabriel shrugs, a hint of a knowing smile gracing his lips. That bastard. “She’s not really my type.” Alright. That’s it.

Popping back into the ring of holy fire, you punch Gabriel directly in the throat, sending the archangel toppling backward in the old metal chair.

“As if you would be so lucky, you golden douche feathered jackass.” You snap out before disappearing completely, missing the wide smile stretched out on Gabriel’s face and the satisfied smiled on Dean’s.

:: - :: - ::

A flutter of wings draws your attention from your book, cuddled up in your nook as the gray clouds move slowly by.

“I knew you were there, ya know.” Gabriel begins, picking up a snow globe off a small table and giving it a shake, watching the white and gold flakes float through the liquid and lay on the miniature forest scene.

“Mmhmm.” You voice, returning to your book, tucking your feet more securely against your rear.

“Soo....how’ve you been?”

“Really, Gabriel? Small talk?” You sense his movements more than hear them, the archangel leaning against the wall adjoining the nook, never looking up from your tome.

“The boys were impressed with the restraint used to not stab me.”

“Humm.”

“Still pissed about the warehouse thing last month?” Silence. A light shuffling before a wand is dropped into your book, your eyebrow raising as you turn to face Gabriel. “How’d you know?”

“Know what?”

“Who I was. You’ve always looked at me differently, scoffed or rolled your eyes when people call me Trickster or Loki.”

“Why’d you take my aunt’s wand?” You counter, fingers brushing over the rowan wand with an almost imperceptible sigh.

“Needed it.”

“Yes. I suppose asking is something your entire pantheon isn’t too aware of.” Gabriel says nothing, just stares back at you with fathomless goldenrod eyes.

“Why haven’t we ever dated?” The question catches you off kilter, eyebrows shooting up.

“I know what you are, what you’ve done and what your family has done.” You stare down into those gilded depths, letting him see the truth to your statement. “Plus, you just want to play. Unlike most of my family, those sorts of games are tiring to me. Double words and hidden meanings aren’t something I want to constantly be involved in. You’re just more of the same.”

“Ouch, cupcake.” His hand flutters to his chest in mock hurt, wincing a little to sell it further.

A raise and drop of your shoulder is your only reply, pulling your eyes away with a tad of difficulty. A business card flutters down into your book, right atop the wand.

“The boys want to know if you’ll help if they need it.” He sits, well, drops onto the cushion beside you. “I told them your kind have rules about helping humans. Plus, as I’m sure you’re aware, they like that you punched me in the throat.”

“I know a lot of people who would like that,” Gabriel smirks and leans in, watching you like he’s searching for something.

“What can I say? I’m a popular guy.” He leans in as if to kiss you, invading your space before he freezes, wand tip pressed underneath his jaw. “I can give you a hell of a ride, sweetness.”

“I thought I was your enemy, angel.”

“Mmhmm. Slightly.”

“Then I suppose, since you’ve returned my property, I could slightly give in.” His eyebrows shoot up as you pull the wand away, mischief dancing in your eyes.

“Consider my interest piqued.” You tuck the wand into your book, carefully setting them onto a shelf behind you before moving into Gabriel’s lap. “Very piqued, sugar cube.” He mutters as you slide one hand up his chest, over his shoulder, and into his locks, feeling his chest expand under your other hand as his own hands settle on your waist.

Leaning in slowly, you pause just before your lips were to meet, golden eyes dancing with a question as to why you stopped.

“Then again…” You begin with a wicked smile. “You mentioned I wasn’t your type.” You disappear from his embrace, looking out the French doors just a half dozen feet away. “Besides, wouldn’t want you to believe I would want someone who thinks they can just have me.”

There isn’t any flutter of wings when he appears behind you, pressed fully against you, one arm strongly wrapped around your middle as his huff of breath moves your hair at the nape of your neck before he nuzzles against your throat through a curtain of hair.

“I love a challenge.” His voice is rougher than you expected, letting your head loll back against his shoulder as you meet his gaze.

“Sorry. I’m not Kali. I’m not a human fling. I won’t be giving in so easily.”

“That’s what is going to make it worth it.”

“Fuck you.” Gabriel waves away both of your clothes, his hands busy cupping your breasts as his Grace begins to buzz over your skin.

“Don’t mind if I do, sweetness.” He manages, a tendril of Grace shoving aside your hair so his mouth can ravage your neck and shoulder. Strangling a noise that nearly escapes as he ruts himself against your ass, all movement suddenly stopping from him. “Tell me you want this.” Gabriel turns you to face him, something lurking on the edge of those normally dancing gilded orbs.

A whisper escapes just after you see the uncertainty in his request, one you’d held inside for centuries. “I want you, Gabriel.” His eyes light up again, his shoulders minutely relaxing at your statement before one corner of his mouth tugs upward and you sigh at the cockiness. “Take it down a couple notches, buddy.”

“All these centuries of angry glares and friendly hatred -”

“Friendly hatred?” You repeat.

“And now, damn honey,” He licks his lips, letting his eyes take you in. “Every dirty thought I’ve had of you just came rushing back.”

“You have so many issues.” You cup his face in your hands and kiss him soundly, moving the short distance to press yourself against him, making him groan into your mouth. “What is it,” You whimper - not that you’ll admit to it later - as his Grace buzzes over your skin before it tugs and suckles at your nipples. “With you and women who don’t care for you from the get-go?” You gasp out before his mouth claims yours.

“Better sex.” He grunts, his right hand slipping down between your legs, enjoying the fact he pulled another gasp from you. “So. Much. Better. Sex. Honeysuckle.”

“There will be - uh - some conditions about this - fuck - relationship.” Gabriel moves his attention from stealing your breath with long kisses to bites and open-mouth kisses along your neck as his fingers pump into you.

“I’d love to hear them.” He groans against your skin, mouthing his way to your breasts, the Grace moving to find new places to attack. “But later. Much later.”

“Yeah.” You’re fighting for coherency as your legs tense, feeling him smile. “Later, fire feathers.”

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