Part 2 of the Incense and Peppermint series Written By: @madamelibrarian & @thenanahunter Story Rating: Explicit Relationships: Gabriel x OFC (Anna Singer) Additional Tags: Smut (Rough Sex) Spanking Eventual Fluff Rough Sex Semi-Angsty conversations about kinks
Summary: It’s Gabriel and Anna’s fourth anniversary of being together as couple, and Anna has something special in mind to end their day.
Notes: This story takes place in a universe where Bobby Singer adopted an orphaned girl after a hunt gone wrong. Years later, she gained the attention of our favorite candy loving Archangel turned Trickster.
We wanted to share this with you but didn’t know where to start exactly, so why not in the middle. It doesn’t take a lot of background to follow this bit but if you want more of Anna and Gabriel let us know. We might be persuaded to write further adventures for them.
The day had been perfect. It was their 4th anniversary, and the whole day had gone according to plan, minus a small hiccup with her Dad. Bobby was still upset with Gabriel for his “time away”, but the two of them didn’t let that spoil their day.
They had breakfast in bed which wasn’t so much a meal as working up an appetite and then wandered out to the kitchen for some bacon and eggs. The rest of the day had been an easy going, go with the flow, with just a little structuring on Anna’s part. She had a plan for their evening, and the day had to go perfectly to set up her idea. After dinner, the two of them curled up on the couch to have an original Star Trek movie marathon. Halfway through the ‘Search for Spock’ Anna decided it was time to get her plan in motion if it was going to work in time. She let out a gasp and looked to Gabriel with a small pout. “I forgot the cake!” she exclaimed.
“That’s okay, cupcake. I can whip one up in a blink. What flavor do you want?” Gabriel asked, raising his hand to snap.
Anna shook her head, sitting up from his side. “No, it was a special one, and I was going to get it just for you. It’s a Mrs. Kendick’s Honey Cake. It’s special and you can only get it this time of year. I was going to have the cake with that bourbon ice cream I bought.” She turned more toward him. “Would you go get it?”
“They have to be closed by now,” Gabriel said glancing at the clock on the mantle. When he turned his attention back to Anna and her pleading eyes, he let out a small sigh and kissed her on the cheek. “Okay, cupcake. I’ll get it and do a little time jump if needed. But no watching the movie without me.”
Anna’s pout turned to a smile and she leaned over and hugged him. “Thank you, you’re the best, did you know that?”
“I know,” he said as he grabbed her around the waist and flipped so that she was pinned beneath him. Brushing his lips against hers, he murmured, “Be a good girl and wait right here. I’ll be back before you know it.”
Anna giggled looking up at him. She smirked and booped him on the nose. “I’ll be here a while then, because you have to do it the human way. Low profile, remember?” she reminded him, “You can take the Nova, if you want.”
“Raph can suck me and I’m not driving your little white marshmallow car.” Gabriel stood up and crossed to the coat rack, “I’ll keep low though. I don’t need headaches tonight.”
Anna sat up on an elbow to watch him go. “You could take the bike,” she suggested with a wink, “Hurry back. The sooner you get back, the sooner we can have cake, and then dessert.”
He snorted out a laugh as he opened the door and then disappeared. A few minutes later the rumble of his convertibles engine could be heard, meaning he’d snapped it up from wherever he kept it hidden most of the time and had driven off into the night.
Characters: Gabriel, Castiel, Mentions of God, Michael, Lucifer, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester :: Warnings: Tiny bit of angst :: Word Count: 767
Written for @sdavid09‘s Daily Writing Challenge – Prompt #27: Perspective is everything. Write a story about your character, but through the eyes and perspective of someone else.
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When Cas was young, he wanted to be an archangel.
Once he learned that wasn’t possible, Cas decided to emulate his favorite big brother – Gabriel.
Gabriel was easy-going, caring and always the best at easing a tense situation. If he hadn’t been the one to instigate it, of course.
But his brother was the most fair angel Castiel knew.
From helping the fledglings like himself to walking for hours with Gadreel and pointing out all the different flowers and plants as Joshua overlooks to being a giant jungle gym for his younger siblings to crawl on. He was caring and very nearly always smiling. A golden beacon of joy.
Until one day, his smile was tight. His wings weren’t spread as wide to wrap around all of them as they clamored over to him. Even his golden light seemed a little dimmer as he watched him come from where the archangels mostly kept to. Cas had approached him, worry creasing his little brow as he crept closer to his giant of a brother.
“Gabriel? Are you well?” He startles minutely, glancing down at the little angel.
“Humm? Oh, yes, Castiel.”
“You don’t seem well.” Castiel is unconvinced and Gabriel plonks down, his hands and wings ensconcing Castiel into his arms.
“Lucifer and Michael argue lots now. Don’t worry, little dove, it’s usually about stupid, simple things.”
“You don’t argue. Why must they?”
“Everyone argues sometime. They are just very different.”
“We’re different.”
“No, Castiel. You and I aren’t that different at all.” Castiel looks up at Gabriel, confused but with happiness blooming deep in his chest at Gabriel’s confession.
“Really?”
“Really, little dove. We both like watching the bees dance in the flowers, making shapes out of the clouds, we both love our brothers very much and like to watch the goings on of Earth. Life down there is fascinating, and I can’t wait to take you down there, Castiel. To see all the animals and things growing down there. And the things evolving down there! Even more fun to watch than bees!”
“More fun than bees?!” Castiel turns in his arms, standing on Gabriel’s thighs with a wide smile.
“Lots more!”
“And we’ll see Earth together, Gabriel?”
“Oh yeah! Me and you will be together for a long time, little dove.”
“And we won’t argue like Lucifer and Michael, will we?”
“No.” Tilting Castiel’s dropped chin, Gabriel’s smile has a sad tinge now. “We could never argue like them. You’re special, Castiel.”
“I am?”
“Uh-huh. You’re my little dove. The most special angel created.” Gabriel’s praise lights up his eyes and makes them water a little like he was trying to tell Castiel something that he just couldn’t quite grasp.
With every passing day, Gabriel seemed to grow tenser. As did his smile until it nearly disappeared completely. Their Father sent him to deliver a message a few months after that, Castiel pulling on his arm to ask him about Earth and human upon his arrival, only for Gabriel to bestow a tired smile and one word before disappearing into the archangel’s haven, “Later.” Castiel had nodded solemnly at his favorite brother’s back, finally noticing how his shoulders slumped slightly before he disappeared from sight.
And unknown to Castiel, it would be the last time he saw his brother until millennia later, finally seeing him face to face while he was surrounded by a ring of holy fire. It was familiar and yet all too unfamiliar. Gabriel’s vessel’s face held a serious undertone as Dean and Sam spoke to him, the belittlement of his search for their Father still stung. And walking out on his brother, watching the water stream down his face as Dean washed away the holy fire, one was of the little heartbreaks that Castiel had come to know.
And, on that late April evening in 2010, Castiel heard from his brother for the last time.
Cassie, keep these damn Winchesters in line. Don’t underestimate Lucifer and the lengths that dick will go to. Goodbye, little dove.
So, when Castiel steps into the holding cell in which Gabriel had spent far too much time, his big brother’s lips sewn shut, Castiel nearly wept.
Together again, little dove.
Wrapping his arms firmly around his brother’s smaller vessel, he squeezes as tight as he dares.
It’s about time, Gabriel.
“I’m going to take you home, brother. Where you can heal.” Wrapping his own haggard wings around Gabriel, Castiel walks him confidently from his prison and out and thinks to himself of the role reversal. Gabriel needed him now.
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He finishes putting his gun back together only to start taking it apart again.
The pieces move and click in his hands with a rhythm as sure and familiar as a Zeppelin song. The slide comes apart, the barrel pops out onto the table, he instinctively runs a rag along all the inner ridges a second time. A third. A fourth.
He doesn’t look across the table at Cas. He can feel the proximity of Castiel’s shoe next to his own under the table; it would be easy for him to shift and press their feet together, but something stops him. He keeps his eyes down and takes apart his gun over and over and over, gritting his teeth.
How could I not know, he berates himself. How.
Castiel sighs, and for a moment Dean panics that he’s heard his self-punishing inner monologue. Castiel pushes his chair away from the table and stands, but he doesn’t say anything. Before he turns, he reaches out and taps Dean on the hand, just once, like one of their customary pats on the shoulder only much softer, and the gun pieces stop moving in Dean’s grip. The moment is so quick and casual that Dean feels a little ridiculous for fixating on it.
Castiel turns and walks through the door, leaving the rest of them behind. Dean watches him go and chews the inside of his cheek. Sam, blessedly, doesn’t appear to notice.
He tips his head down and returns to his task. Cas will come back.
Probably.
“For the love of God!” Donatello thunders, slapping his hands flat on the table.
Sam startles. Dean regards him with raised eyebrows.
“Will you shut up with that? Ticktickticktick all in my ears! I can’t think!” he shouts, glaring accusingly in Dean’s direction.
Dean puts down his gun. He wipes his hands on his dirty piece of rag cloth.
He pushes his chair away from the table and stands. Donatello actually sighs in relief.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Schmoop, Worried Sam Winchester, Upset Sam Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Mild Spoilers, brother bonding Summary:
1-shot. The night after his talk with Rowena finds Sam having to finally face the truth and talk to Dean about things that he hadn’t. Sam’s confession then forces his brother to face some truths of his own. *Emotional/angsty!Sam & Protective/worried!Dean*
AN: This took a bit longer than I had anticipated, and required some rewriting after my computer glitched and I lost the first draft. Hope it’s what you were looking for!
THE BUNKER WAS very different from the motel room. There was more space, but also more walls and doors that closed to keep people in or out. There was also a steady humming itch in the air that Jack couldn’t quite make himself ignore, though Sam and Dean seemed unaware of it. Castiel had caught him rubbing his arms earlier, and the look in his eyes was understanding and sympathetic, so maybe that itch was part of his angel side reacting to something supernatural about the Bunker. He tried not to let it put him on edge, but in the privacy of his room, with the hum and itch the only thing he could perceive, it felt incredibly isolating.
Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen Characters:
Sam, Dean, Mary, Castiel, Gabriel, Raphael, Morpheus, Sariel, Nuriel, Zadkiel Ships: Destiel is unfurling her sails (slowest. burn. ever.) Word Count: 71,619 Status: UNFINISHED, 9/? chapters
Summary:
The time has come for Sam to learn how to control his grace. But he’s already gone through training as a child once, and he hated it. Now, Sam will test his own limits–and the limits of everyone around him.
Warnings (CH 9 SPECIFIC) Anxiety attacks, mentions past child abuse, very vague mention of spanking (none occurs!), INTENSE EMOTIONAL ANGST!!
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 