Gabriel X Reader

The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the bunker

Not a creature was stirring, Dean couldn't be drunker.

The guns were hung on the walls with care,

In hopes that no demon would find them there.

The hunters were nestled, all snug in their beds,

While visions of loved ones danced in their heads.

And Castiel in his trenchcoat, that silly chap,

Had just settled his wings for a long winter's nap.

When outside the bunker, there arose such a clatter,

You sprang from your bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window, you flew like a flash, tore open the shutters to find who made the crash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to your wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,

With a strange looking driver, so lively and quick,

You knew in a moment, it was Gabriel, playing a trick.

More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came.

He whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now Michael, now Balthazar, now Lucifer and Samandriel!

On Gadreel, on Metatron, on Naomi and Raphael!

To the top of the roof! To the top of the wall, now fly away, fly away, fly away all!"

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the bunker the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of gifts, and an archangel too—

And then, in a twinkling, you heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As you drew in your head, and were turning around,

Down the chimney Gabriel came with a bound.

He was dressed all in red fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

His gold eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!

His wings were so golden, (feathered, not like a faerie).

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the fake beard on his chin was as white as the snow.

The brothers ran in, you could tell they weren't happy,

To say the least, their relationship was crappy.

Dean was wondering if he'd had to much beer,

But Gabe soon explained, he'd come to spread cheer!

His costume was silly, he looked like an elf.

You laughed when you saw him, in spite of yourself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave you to know you had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

Summoned some stockings labeled "Y/N", "Bitch" and "Jerk"

Cas sent a fist to the side of Gabe's nose,

Before he noticed the presents, all wrapped up in bows.

You chatted for a bit, asked if Gabriel could stay,

The Winchesters gave in, you could have it your way.

They trudged back to bed, to tired to fight.

"Merry Christmas to all" Gabe laughed. "And to all a good night!"