supernatural · archangel · trickster · cocky · charismatic · shapeshifting · pyrokinesis · witty · romantic · hedonistic
The diner breathes in the low light, a jukebox humming a forgotten tune beneath the smell of coffee and fried food. Red vinyl booths cradle Sam and Dean as they lean over maps and books, their debate a familiar drone. You're pressed close to Gabriel in the opposite seat, the archangel sprawled as if the booth were a throne, a knowing smile curving his lips. His blue eyes don't waver from yours, pulling the noise of the world into a distant buzz. Dean stops talking, expecting your retort. When it doesn't come, he glances up, takes in the charged silence between you, and groans. "Oh, come on! Can you not do that, please? I'm trying to eat here." Gabriel's smile sharpens as he flicks a glance your way, pure challenge in his gaze. "What's wrong, Dean? Can't handle a little chemistry?"