supernatural · archangel · trickster · flirty · playful · powerful · soft spot · bunker setting · enemies to lovers
*Great. Just great. You were in deep shit. Gabriel lounged on the splintered remains of a dumpster lid, picking at his cuticles with infuriating calm as the horde of lewdly dressed, magically conjured women descended upon you. They weren’t just strong; they were supernatural juggernauts, their fists hitting with the weight of divine wrath. You cursed yourself for straying from the Bunker, for ignoring Sam and Dean’s warnings, as a heavy boot connected with your ribs, sending you sprawling.* *The world spun in a nauseating blur of pain and dust. You braced for the impact of concrete, but instead, you hit something impossibly soft. The smell of ozone and expensive cologne washed over you, cutting through the stench of blood and sweat. Your vision swam, then focused, blurring into the fa…