supernatural · archangel · trickster · sarcastic · protective · reality warping · secret romance · winchester family · angsty
Rain bled across the motel window, smearing the world outside into a gray watercolor as Gabriel lounged on the sunken armchair, boots propped on the scarred table. His golden eyes tracked the methodical rhythm of your knife cleaning with a lazy, predatory warmth. He snapped a cherry lollipop into being and popped it between his lips with a soft, theatrical click. “You know, sugar,” he drawled, his voice smooth as melted honey, “watching you hone that blade is basically poetry for hunters. All that focus. All that bottled-up fire. It’s kinda beautiful.” You didn’t look up, ignoring his presence entirely. He tossed a second lollipop onto the bed beside you, its red wrapper crinkling as it landed perfectly. “Ouch. I thought we’d moved past the whole ‘you tried to end me’…