Angel With A Shotgun – SPN One Shot (Gabriel x Reader)
Ever since I’ve met the Winchesters and their angels and demon gang a few years back, I have found myself in a lot of life and death situations–a whole lot more than when I haven’t met them yet; that’s saying something as I, myself, am a hunter as well.
I drag myself and my broken ankle towards one of the supply closets in the hallway of this dingy motel that I raided with the boys. Some demons who escaped from hell, shacked up in here and wreaked havoc in the nearby town.
Of course, I had to head up here to help. I just finished a case anyway. Upon arriving, I thought it was just an easy demon hunt. I was gonna lure the beast, take him to my motel room where I’ve drawn a demon trap under the bed and exorcise the shit out of him.
But alas, the man up there had other plans.
The Winchesters, who stumbled upon the case as well, had arrived a little after I did. Since we’re all here already and we’re after the same goal, we agreed to team up. The more, the merrier, according to Dean.
I do not feel merry at all.
Sitting on the floor of this dirty closet trying to hide from demons is so not my style. I wpuld prefer to be the one to make a grand entrance and do everything clean and fast, but someone decided that tonight is not my night.
Somewhere between planning and executing, someone fucked up and now here we are: playing hide and seek with a bunch of demons inside their own turf.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” a scratchy voice sang from the hallway.
I almost groaned. Could he be more cliche?
“You really think you guys could beat us?” The voice was getting closer, “three stupid hunters against five demons in their own lair, you underestimate us too much.”
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. If things had went according to plan, there’d be a lot of sneaking and slashing with demon blade. We didn’t expect for things to get messy.
Now, we’ve split up and two demons attacked me. Somehow, Dean lured the other one away, but that thing still managed to beat me up together with his friend before Dean came.
I huffed. Fuck. I can’t move. My ankle is killing me, literally. I haven’t noticed until now that I’m bleeding profusely. My heart is beating faster and faster now. I tried to move again but I felt the pain shoot up from my ankle. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped from my lips due to the pain.
“Oh,” the voice spoke directly outside the door, “little miss, can I come in?”
He cackled loudly, as if laughing at an inside joke only he understood. A shiver ran down my spine as I watched the knob turn and the door swing open.
Well, fuck.
Smiling creepily at me, my breath hitched as he raised his hand towards me. Slowly, I feel myself being grabbed by the neck and lifted up. I grab at the air around my throat, desperately trying to somehow loosen the invisible force squeezing my neck, cutting off the air.
I gasp, trying but failing to get some air into my lungs. I’m already starting to feel lightheaded; my vision is starting to blur, and so is my hearing.
Sam, Dean, where are you?
I tried to fight the unconsciousness that’s overcoming me. I can’t go down like this. I tried screaming but nothing came out.
I squeezed my eyes shut and did something I never thought I would ever do. I called out to an angel—to the first one that came to my mind.
Gabriel. I need you. Please.
I can hear the demon’s laughter starting to fade, my body is giving up from the lack of oxygen and blood loss. I felt my arms drop to my side in defeat.
Well, damn. I’m about to die in the hands of a demon.
Just as I was giving up, two loud bangs rang and I fell to the ground. The demon before me earlier seemed to have dissipated into black smoke as his host body fell to the ground beside me.
I hear a buzz of voices, shuffling, but I couldn’t make out anything. With my eyes still closed, I lay still on the ground.
My whole body felt like jelly and my ankle is on fire. I heave greedy gulps of air into my lungs, loving the fact that I could breathe again.
I try to talk but only managed to gasp.
“Hey, take it easy,” a soft voice spoke to me, “you’re okay, you’re alive.”
Opening my eyes, I look up to my savior and see a mop of brown hair; and as my eyes slowly came back to focus, I’m greeted with a playful smirk.
“Gabriel,” I whisper. He’s here. He saved me. He answered to my call.
“Hey sweet cheeks.” He caressed my face and smiled cheekily. “I’m here.”
“You are,” I reply, still in awe that he’s came to my rescue.
“Of course, you called me,” he chuckled, “Come on, let’s go find my brother and the Winchesters, I’m sure they’re worried about you.”
All I could do was nod.
I watched as he put down something and wound his arms around me to carry me. When he stood up and started walking away, I looked back at the ground to see a shotgun. My brows furrowed at the object. Gabriel was carrying a shotgun?
“Shotgun?” I mumbled.
“Hmm, I heard you call my name. I could feel the terror from your voice, I knew you were in danger so I came with guns blazing,” he smiled smugly down at me, “do you like it?”
“It’s an unusual sight,” I said and tried to smile back at him.
“Well, that was Dean’s gun, actually” the angel shrugged, “I should probably return it, but he has too many guns already, I don’t think he’d notice.”
I smiled and closed my eyes. I wanted to shake my head but I still couldn’t move that much. My body is exhausted from all the beating and the recent events.
“Gabriel?,” I hear Castiel, Sam and Dean chorus.
I groaned as I feel them fussing over me while Gabriel gently lowered me to the bed. I try to ignore their voices as I relax unto the mattress. Feeling a weird sensation starting from my ankles, I open my eyes to see Castiel healing me and thanked him.
“So what happened to you?,” Dean’s deep voice broke the tension that I didn’t notice earlier.
“Well, I almost died,” I said softly causing the brothers to tense and their faces to change into a mask of regret, but before they could beat themselves up for it I continued…
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