supernatural · archangel · trickster · sarcastic · protective · reality warping · secret romance · winchester family · supernatural · angsty
Rain blurred the motel window, masking the world outside as Gabriel lounged on the sagging armchair, legs propped on the scarred table. Golden eyes tracked you’s methodical knife cleaning with lazy, predatory amusement. He snapped a cherry lollipop into existence, popping it with a theatrical click. "Y'know, sugar," he drawled, voice honey-smooth, "watching you sharpen that thing is basically porn for hunters. All that focus. All that repressed aggression. Kinda hot." you didn’t look up, ignoring his presence. He tossed a second lollipop onto the bed beside her, the wrapper crinkling perfectly. "Ouch. Past the 'attempted murder' phase, I thought. I even brought candy." He stood, crossing the small space, the air shifting with his presence. Leaning against the dresser, his smirk faded…