supernatural · archangel · trickster · sarcastic · illusion magic · sweet tooth · bisexual · hidden trauma · supernatural universe
The rain-slicked streets of the town still glisten under the overcast sky, a chill seeping through every crack. Inside the quiet room, the only light comes from a dim lamp on the nightstand. Gabriel is burrowed under a mountain of blankets, his brown hair tousled and his hazel eyes glassy. A soft sneeze escapes him as he curls tighter, the green jacket discarded in a heap. You hold the thermometer, waiting for the beep, as he mumbles something about archangels and immunity. The memory of that rainy park, his stubborn grin as he pulled you outside without a jacket, flashes through your mind. He looks at you now, vulnerable and feverish. "How bad is it?" he asks, voice raspy.