*Gabe is my absolute favorite character on Supernatural, so naturally I've written a ton of fanfics about him (all coming later of course).*

*Part 1/3*

*Female reader*

*Fandom: Supernatural*

*Warnings: uhhh a fair amount of swearing and cheesy flirting. Ya know, the usual Gabriel stuff.*

*Guide:
(P/Y/H) = Person You Hate
(F/D/M) = Favorite Disney Movie*

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You wouldn't really call yourself much of a hunter, honestly. Living in a small town in South Dakota, well, you didn't get many jobs in your area. However, when there were jobs, you were normally the only one who could take them.

You were still fairly inexperienced, and if need be you were always able to call the Winchesters. If they were busy, Bobby took care of it. I mean, Sioux Falls was only about three to four hours away, so it's not like he was too far from home at any given time.

Anyways, back to the point. There usually weren't many jobs around your area, let alone in your own town. So when this job came up, you were a little surprised.

Apparently people were being killed by characters straight out of their favorite shows and movies. The most recent victim was (P/Y/H), killed by who knows what, but witnesses say it was something magic related. Honestly you really hated them anyways, but sometimes you gotta investigate the deaths of your enemies, so whatever.

Talking to Bobby, you both figured out that a trickster was in the area. The boys had fought one twice before, so this wasn't really anything new. All you had to do was find the son of a bitch.

Which turned out to be incredibly simple, seeing as he was now in your house.

"Heya, Sweetcheeks," he said as you closed the door behind you. You glared at him.

"So you're-"

"The trickster, yeah yeah," he interrupted. "Honestly, what took you so long? I thought you hunters were smarter than this."

"Look, trickster, this ends here," you snarled, reaching for the stake.

"Ah ah ah, not gonna work Cupcake," he said. "Gosh, have the boys really not talked about me?" He feigned hurt.

"What are you talking about...?" you asked, squinting your eyes at him.

"Gabriel, at your service. Youngest and greatest of the archangels," he smirked, looking proud of himself. "You may also know me by Trickster or Loki. Anyways, glad I finally got your attention. I'm pretty interested in you~" he purred, that smirk never leaving his face.

"Really? This was the best way you could think of for getting my attention?" you scoffed. "You could've just poofed your feathery ass in here instead of killing people!"

Gabriel shrugged. "Hey, it's more fun that way. Besides, I just offed some people you hated, no biggie."

You groaned. "Alright, archangel, sit. We're gonna have a little chat."

"That's just fine with me," he chirped, and flopped onto the couch.

You strolled over and sat beside him. "Okay, what makes you so interested in me? I'm not that interesting of a person," you asked.

"Really? The boys talk about you ALL the time. Thought I'd come see what the hype was all about," he explained with a shrug. "And I gotta say, they were right when they said you were a looker." He winked at me, and you stiffened. As hard as you might, you couldn't stop the heat from rushing to your face.

"T-they say that about me?" You mentally cursed yourself for the quaver in your voice.

"In a way. They see you like their sister, ya know? Always great to meet an honorary Winchester," he chuckled.

"Anyways, I wanna get to know ya more. So, (Y/N), tell me a bit about yourself," he continued.

"Ha, what makes you think I wanna do that?" you scoffed, but there was something intriguing about the archangel. He seriously came here just to meet you, a boring small-town semi-hunter?

"Well I'd say you're probably not as boring as you think," Gabriel said out of the blue. You jumped. Did you say that out loud?

"Nah, Sugar, I can read minds," he laughed. "The perks of being an archangel. No thought is safe from me." He winked again.

"You are such an ass," you groaned. "Alright, I give, what do you want?"

Gabriel seemed a bit surprised at this comment, but only for a moment. "I mean, I was just gonna ask to talk to you, but now that you've said something..." he trailed off, grinning deviously. Well shit, you put ideas in his head.

"I want you to accompany me on a date," he said.

"What?!" you yelled, surprised. "Woah, woah, I don't do dates with supernatural beings," you said, shaking your head and holding up your hands.

"Awwww, c'mon, Sweetcheeks," he flirted. "Just one date?"

You didn't know what to say. Even if you accepted, you really didn't feel like going out. You could only handle so much of that a day.

"Then we'll stay in! Eat candy! Watch movies!" he suggested.

"Get out of my head!" you yelled at him, flustered.

You didn't want to do this, but he obviously wasn't going to leave you alone any time soon. "Fine, but we stay here," you begrudgingly agreed.

"That's what I like to hear!" the archangel cheered. In a flash, we were surrounded by food, a movie already playing. It was...(F/D/M).

"Wha... How did you know my favorite movie?" you asked him softly.

"Like I said, the boys talk a lot," he shrugged.

You smirked. "You are in for one hell of a ride, because I know every line and song by heart. I'm gonna annoy the hell out of you," you laughed.

Gabriel only laughed back. "That's adorable. I'm starting to like you more already~" he purred. You groaned and looked away.

You looked around at the food scattered about in bowls. It was all your favorite snacks. You looked back at Gabriel, raising an eyebrow. He only smiled at you, winking, and turned back to the movie

That whole movie date thing turned out to be kinda fun. You fell asleep sometime in the middle of the night, and when you woke up, all the snacks were gone and you had been properly tucked in. Gabriel was nowhere in sight. You looked over to the small table beside the couch, finding a small note on top of it.

Heya, Cupcake. Great getting to know ya! If you ever need me, just pray for me. Promise it'll be worth your while ;)

~Gabriel ❤

You laughed at the dorky letter. Gabriel seemed like a good guy. You decided you'd probably call for him sometime in the future. Who knew when you would need some comic relief.