Angels Wings (GabrielxReader)

I

"That's for Everett!" You cried before sinking the silver knife into the heart of the shifter. The creature, that had taken the shape of an innocent fifteen year old, screamed in pain as it's skin sizzled before it dropped to the floor, dead. You stood back and wiped your hands on your black t-shirt you wore under the red flannel and took a deep breath. This place smelled of death.

"Damn shifters." You grumbled under your breath before pulling out your machete, slinking around the pillars in search of the bodies of the victims. The weight of the jeweled cross hanging around your neck gave you comfort for some reason. The strange piece of jewelry had appeared on your nightstand one day with no explanation, but it brought you comfort nonetheless. You heard the familiar ringing in your ears coupled with the feeling of being watched. But the good feeling, the one you had begun to love.

"Hey, i was wondering where you got to." You breathed, barely audible. The ringing changed in pitch a few times before settling again. You had learned that meant 'hello' in the thing's strange language. You rounded the corner and saw a shape that looked like a pile of burlap sacks, but as you moved closer and turned your flashlight on you were met with the shredded body or Everett Gray, the boy the shifter had killed.

"Oh Everett, I'm sorry." You said, seeing the blood was still wet and bright. He had been alive less than ten minutes ago. You felt the ringing soften slightly and thought there was something brushing against you, something soft. It felt like a kitten's fur, but when you turned around there was nothing there. You sighed and exited the abandoned warehouse, climbing into the drivers seat of your white '69 Chevy Impala.

You'd heard many times, your car looked like that of the Winchesters. You scoffed at the mention of the two boys who had started the apocalypse, let Lucifer out of hell, gotten some of the best hunters killed, and made too many deals with Demons. Sure they had an angel, the king of hell, and the most powerful witch in the world at their disposal, but they were the reason you hunted alone. You couldn't afford to get attached to anything.

"Just us huh." You said aloud before starting the car. You waited for the answering whine from the presence and paused when you didn't hear anything. You shrugged and drove off.

*****

"Hey, you look lonely." You heard a deep voice say. You turned around to see a tall well-muscled man standing behind you, holding two beers. You weren't in the mood for sleeping with anybody tonight, but you'd never turn down free alcohol. So you flashed the man a smile and gestured for him to sit down.

"Maybe just a little, but who's to say I don't have a handsome man waiting for me at home?" You teased, taking one of the beers and swirling the bottle. You'd gone back to the motel to change and were now in a pair of tight fitting jeans and a black flannel, accompanied as always by the cross.

"Well the fact that you accepted my offer of friendship tells me you aren't against talking, and the fact that you haven't declined my flirting says that you're at least a little into me." The man said. You chuckled and looked down at the bar table before you heard a piercing whine. You managed to hold yourself from wincing but closed your eyes nonetheless. The presence was agitated, though by what you couldn't tell.

"You ok?" The man asked. You glanced up in time to see his eyes flicker black for less than a second before changing back to an olive green color. You suddenly understood why the presence had been upset, but how did it know? You nodded you head then excused yourself to use the restroom.

"Ok what was that?" You hissed after locking yourself in a stall. You were talking to the presence which you had learned did no good, but comforted you. Even if the only responses you ever got were different pitches of whining.

"That sweetheart, was me saving your ass from a demon." You heard a man's voice say. You whirled around and saw a man a few inches taller than you with golden hair and eyes. He was wearing a red button down with a green canvas jacket over it, jeans, and a pair of brown work boots. You stumbled back and pressed yourself against the wall of the stall, squeezing your eyes shut and taking a deep breath.

"Well I expected a bit more of a grateful reaction. After all I stuck with your stupidity for over a year, saved you from countless demons and, not to mention, gave you that little trinket you love so much." The man said. You snapped your eyes open, your hand flying to the cross around your neck. You felt the golden wings that sprouted from the back of it digging into your palm.

"What?" You hissed, narrowing your eyes. There was no way this man was the presence you'd been feeling. You looked the man up and down, taking in his 'better than you' attitude and the smug smile on his face.

"Helloooo, I'm the one you've had in your head for the past year and a half." He said. You squinted at him. You obviously didn't believe him and he saw this. He sighed, dropping his hands down to his sides before raising one to his head, cradling his chin between his thumb and forefinger, supporting his elbow with his other hand.

"Hm, OK how can I prove this to you?" He asked you. You lifted your head high, looking up at him.

"What did I drink last night?" You asked him. He chuckled.

"Trick question kitten, you didn't drink anything. You were too busy with that cowboy to do anything." He teased, winking at you. Nobody else, besides the 'cowboy' would have known what you did last night. You shook your head.

"You, you're the noise?" You asked. He cocked his head in confusion.

"Noise?"

"Yeah, the ringing." The man dropped his head down and growled.

"So you're telling me you only ever heard ringing?" He asked. You nodded in response and he groaned in frustration.

"God dammit." He hissed. You were bout to ask what the problem was when he stepped forward and pressed two fingers against your forehead. You felt a deep sense of calm overwhelm you as you fell into his arms and could've sworn you heard the sound of wings flapping before you blacked out.