Hey, I'm gonna do one for Gabriel and one for Cas here. You could call this a preference if you wanted but I'm not going to. I hope you enjoy!
Cas:
A quiet clicking noise sounds throughout the motel room. You open one eye. With one hand, you slowly reach under your pillow and grip your gun. Sam stirs on the bed across the room but doesn't show any signs of being awake.
It's okay. I can handle this.
You see the shadow of a figure leaning against the door. A sigh escapes his lips. He casts his eyes around the room and they land on you. Through the darkness, you can see that his eyes are green. Your eyes sting with unshed tears. Dean has green eyes. Had. The figure sets down a duffle bag and walks close to you.
"Hey-"
You don't wait to hear what he has to say.
"Sam!" You yell.
"What?"
He jolts up out of bed and sees you holding a blade against the intruders throat.
"Who are you?"
The light flicks on and your heart stops.
"Dean?"
He smiles at you.
"I'm back."
Your face goes from surprise to anger and you press the blade harder against his throat.
"You get out of my brother you sick son of a bitch."
"(Y/n), get off him!"
Sam pulls you away from Dean.
"Dean's dead! He's gone, that's not him, it can't be!"
"It is him, I talked to him earlier, so did Bobby. It's him, I promise."
Sam keeps ahold of your shoulder so you don't try to attack Dean again. You look at your twin.
"You're kidding. Why didn't you tell me he was alive!"
You stomp on his foot and he lets go of you.
"Ow!"
"That's what you get!" You shout, sticking out your tongue.
"You haven't grown up a bit since I was gone," Dean says with a chuckle. You turn to your brother and hug him tightly.
"I missed you Dean."
"Missed you too, little sister."
You pull away.
"What happened?"
He rolls up his sleeve and shows you a bright red hand imprint on his upper arm.
"Not exactly sure, but I have this to show for it."
You study it closely.
"I've never seen anything like that."
"Yeah. Bobby said we should go see Pam."
Bobby had spoke of her once before. From what you'd heard, she was pretty nice.
"Great, let's go now."
You pack the few times you have back into your own duffle and throw Sam's toothbrush at him.
"C'mon little bro, we're outta here."
"Alright first of all, you were born five minutes before me. Second, I'm taller than you. Third, we can't leave now. It's like 4 in the morning."
You raise an eyebrow at him.
"And?"
"And, I'm tired."
"Yeah. I'm all for finding this demon or whatever it is that got me outta Hell, but I'm really tired."
"Great. You sleep, I drive."
You lay some money down on the bed and walk towards the door.
The boys grudgingly follow you out the door. Dean opts for the passenger seat so Sam gets the back. You fumble with the keys in your hand and drop them. Yawning, you bend down to pick them up again when you hear the fluttering of wings.
A man stands in front of you except you aren't really sure he is a man. You mostly think this because of the large black wings behind him. They are slightly difficult to see in the dark, but you can see them well enough.
"Here."
He holds out the keys to you and you take them.
"W-what are you?"
Your eyes trail along his wings, taking them in.
"Castiel, Angel of the lord."
"You raised Dean from Hell," you say immediately.
"I did. You are (Y/n)?"
"Mhmm," you hum in response. "Well Cas, thank you."
You open your arms to hug him but keep stepping back a little.
"What are you doing?"
"Well, I'm trying to hug you, but I don't want to hurt your wings," you reply. He tilts his head.
"You can see my wings?"
"Can't they?" You ask, nodding at Sam and Dean.
"No," Dean replies. Sam also shakes his head.
"Humans can't see angel's wings. Or at least they aren't supposed to."
"So then why...?"
"It has been said that if a human can see your wings, it means... They are your soulmate."
Sam and Dean remain silent. Emotions battle for dominance. You aren't sure whether to be upset or happy.
This guy is kinda attractive. Plus he saved my brother.
"Sam, Dean, go back inside. We're staying here for the night."
They start to protest but you interrupt them.
"I'd like some time alone with my... Soulmate."
The word feels weird on your tongue. The brothers reluctantly go back inside the room and shut the door behind them.
"So Cassie. We're soulmates. I'm assuming I'll be seeing a lot more of you then?"
He tilts his head again.
"Well, when we next meet, I don't think there will be any more of me than there is now."
You shake your head and chuckle.
"I like you already."
Gabriel:
You swing your hips to the beat. The music you are listening to can be heard a little because you have it turned up so loud. White earbuds hang loosely in your ears as music blasts out of them.
I thought of angels
Choking on their halos
Get them drunk on rose water
See how dirty I can get them
Pullin out their fragile teeth
Clip their tiny wings
You trail off as you catch a glimpse of a man with whiskey colored eyes across the street. Sam and Dean walks past you, oblivious to the fact you are no longer walking by them.
Large glowing wings protrude out of his back. Many of the feathers are a golden color, but there are some darker and lighter feathers mixed in which makes them look even more stunning.
How is no one else seeing this? You ask yourself as your mouth gapes open a little.
It's not polite to stare ya know. A voice echoes throughout your head and the guy across the street winks at you.
"(Y/n)!" Sam says, waving a hand in front of your face. You look up at him.
"Huh?"
"What are you staring at?"
"I-"
You look back to point at the man you saw but he isn't there anymore.
"It was... There was a guy..."
"Really (Y/n)? We don't have time for this, we're on a case."
"No, you don't understand."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was he really attractive or something?"
Well, that's not what I was going to say, but he was pretty attractive.
Your cheeks turn red at the thought.
"Right. Can we just get back to the motel?"
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You stand outside the old run-down building.
"Dean, you really should know-"
"Later (Y/n). You can tell me when we finish the hunt."
You sigh dejectedly and follow the brothers inside the building.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"What?"
You push between your brothers and your mouth opens a little.
"You!"
"Yup. It's me."
"Woah woah, wait a minute."
Dean turns to look at you.
"You know him?"
"I saw him earlier today. I was trying to tell you," you answer, not taking your eyes off of his wings. They look even better now that you get a better look at them. Sunlight filters through the windows and bounces off of his wings, making them seem shiny. They spread out across the whole room. A few feathers even brush the floor.
"Alright Trickster, why aren't you dead?"
Trickster?
"I-I don't think-" your voice cuts out suddenly. It's not that you can't breathe. It's just that no noise will come out of your mouth. You grasp at your throat in confusion.
Not yet sweetheart.
"You don't think what, (Y/n)?"
The "trickster" raises an eyebrow at you and suddenly your voice is back.
"I don't think..."
You could probably give him away right now. You look into his eyes.
"I don't think I'm feeling very well. After this case I've gotta take a break."
Dean turns away from you and back to... You look at the winged man.
Who are you?
They call me Gabriel.
Your eyes widen a little.
THE Gabriel? Like, the archangel Gabriel?
The one and only.
You look at your two brothers. They haven't seemed to hear your conversation.
Are we talking, like, telepathically?
Yup.
But how?
Stay behind after this little powwow and we'll talk about it.
You nod your head slightly so the boys don't notice.
Dean pulls a stake out and Sam does so as well.
"(Y/n)?"
Oh, right.
You pull a stake out as well and hold it uncertainly.
"You're outnumbered. We've got you this time."
Gabriel looks past you as if trying to figure something out.
"Hm, I don't think so."
The stakes disappear out of your brothers' hands.
What are you doing?
Just trust me.
He moves to the door and Sam and Dean look at you.
Gabriel, what do I do??
Stab me.
What!? I don't want to hurt you!
I won't die, I'm an archangel, remember? That won't kill me. Just do it.
"I think I'll be leaving now," Gabriel says, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Uh, not if I can help it!"
You move behind him and plunge the stake into his chest. Blood seeps through his clothes. He looks down, and then "dies." Sam and Dean look relieved.
"Finally. Nice job (Y/n). Let's get out of here."
Sam and Dean walk out the door. You sigh and drop the stake on the ground where it splinters a little bit.
"Gabriel?"
The Gabriel laying on the ground vanishes into purplish smoke.
Behind you.
You turn around quickly.
"That wasn't even really you?"
"Well, if I told you it wasn't really me, you probably would've given it away."
You shrug.
"Not on purpose..."
Your eyes land on his wings once more. You can't help it.
"You're staring again."
"Right, sorry. It's just..."
You reach out to touch them but then hesitate.
"They're beautiful."
The feathers rustle a little bit as a soft breeze flows through the window.
"You can see them then."
You nod.
"I've never seen anything like it."
"May I?"
He doesn't reply, only watching as you slowly reach out and gently stroke one of his feathers. You pull back as the soft feathers touch your skin, afraid you'll hurt him.
"S-sorry, I shouldn't..."you trail off, a furious blush on your face.
Please don't stop.
You place your hand back where it was and continue stroking. His eyes close slowly.
"G-Gabriel?"
He opens his eyes and looks at you again.
"Yes?"
Your hand drops back to your side.
"Why can I see your wings? And what's with the whole telepathic thing?"
He looks out the window and sighs.
"Humans aren't really supposed to be able to see our wings. But... I once heard that one person can see them. That angel's soulmate."
"Oh."
Not like you're disappointed, but more like you're pleasantly surprised.
"Wow... I never thought... I kinda just assumed I'd be alone forever," you chuckle.
"Well, now you've got me."
You shake your head and laugh again.
"Soulmate, huh?"
The word feels weird on your tongue, but it also feels really nice.
"Yep."
"But I... I don't even know you!"
"Guess we'll have to go on a date then. How does dinner and a movie sound?"
"Cliche. But also very nice. When will we be having this date?"
"We could have it right now."
He snaps his fingers and suddenly you are in a small restaurant. It's fancy, but not too much so.
"What about Sam and Dean?"
"Those two knuckleheads? They'll be fine."
You look down at yourself to see you are wearing a simple dress that brings out your eyes. Usually you aren't much one for dresses, but it actually feels really nice to where one. You haven't dressed up for anything in a long time. You haven't been on a date in a long time. It's weird. But also really nice.
You are wearing a pair of matching converse. This makes you smile even more. While wearing the dress feels nice, you never liked wearing anything super excessive, and the converse seem like a perfect touch.
"You know me so well already," you laugh quietly.
"Shall we be seated m'lady?"
He takes your hand in his.
"But of course," you smile and he kisses your hand in a very old-fashioned way.
"Right this way."