Set in Stone (GabrielxReaderxDean)Chapter 3
The diner was easy to find, just as Dean had said. You pulled into an empty space in the parking lot and made your way to the entrance. When you were about to walk through the door Gabriel suddenly stopped and put his hand on his forehead, groaning in the process.
“Oh no is it Voldemort?” you joked.
“Ha ha ha how funny,” Gabriel said annoyed. “It’s just Balthazar. And he won’t shut up.”
“He’s not in trouble is he?” you asked with concern.
“No, he’s just being a drama queen. He wants me to go over there though,” he explained to you. While he was talking you looked into the diner and saw Sam and Dean at the furthest booth from the door. Dean was facing the door and when he looked up to talk to Sam he noticed you. He immediately flashed you a smile and you couldn’t help but smile back in return.
“Did you hear what I said?” Gabriel asked.
Set in Stone (GabrielxReaderxDean)Chapter 2
You awoke with a start a few hours later, looking around in panic when you felt Gabriel place his hand over yours.
“Morning sunshine,” he told you with a comforting smile. He should have grown accustomed to your daily nightmares by now but they still managed to unsettle him. He had tried everything he could think of to get them to stop, but no matter what he did the nightmares persisted and a part of him always felt guilty because of it.
After a moment you calmed down and smiled back at him before looking out of the window. The sun was low in the sky and bathed the landscape in a soft orange glow.
“What time is it?” you asked as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.
“Just a little past 8am,” he answered. “You got nearly 4 hours of sleep. I believe we can call that progress.”
“Well I guess some progress is better than nothing,” you said. You grabbed your phone from the cup holder to check for
Set in Stone (GabrielxReaderxDean) Chapter 1
You tapped your pen against the diner counter as you skimmed through news articles, trying to find a case to work. Beside you Gabriel sipped on a milkshake as he played his way though Candy Crush. In the back corner a man sat with a cup of coffee doing a crossword puzzle. Everything was quiet except for the oldies radio station that played over the loud speaker.
“Can we please go now? I’m so bored,” Gabriel whined.
“Shh I’m working here,” you replied, not looking up from the newspaper.
“There’s nothing here (y/n)! It’s 3:30 in the morning and you still haven’t found anything. I think it’s safe to say this town is clean. Besides you need to try and sleep. You’ve been awake nearly two and a half days now,” he added in a concerned voice
“It hasn’t been that long,” You sighed.
“It has. I’ve been keeping track. So can we please go?” he pleaded.
Chosen (LokixReader)When you met him it was a dark and cloudy night. You had just quit your job in a dramatic fashion that involved lots of yelling and some destruction of company property. They had threatened you and said they were calling the cops on you but you knew it was nothing but empty threats. You had done what you intended to do anyways and had made your way to the door. You were almost out when a man that had constantly berated you ever since you had began your job uttered some obscenity at you under his breath. Seeing as you weren’t going to work here any longer anyways, you turned on the spot and put every ounce of energy you could procure into a fist aimed at his nose. He was taken completely off guard and you easily hit your target. Your fist connected against his face and you felt bone crack and splinter beneath your fingers. The impact of the hit radiated through your arm and up to your shoulder, alighting your tensed muscles with shocks of pain. The assault caused the man to fall b
Set in Stone (GabrielxReaderxDean)Chapter 4
Within a few minutes you reached the simple motel and followed Sam into the parking lot. You parked next to him in the row opposite the building and grabbed your wallet before you exited the car. There were a couple other cars in the lot, but not too many to be any trouble. The motel itself was a long rectangular building containing ten rooms. The once red bricks had faded to various shades of brown but each door remained a vibrant forest green.
After surveying your surroundings you grabbed your duffle bag from the trunk while Dean went to talk to his brother. Just when you shut the truck your phone went off, its persistent ringtone emanating from your pocket.
“I better go get my room,” you told the brothers as you fished the phone out of your pocket. “Meet you guys in a few minutes, yeah?”
“We’re in room 9,” Sam said. “Try and get one next us.” You nodded and walked away, headed for the front office. You lo
In Sickness (Winchestersxreader)You were in the middle of watching Home Alone when Dean stumbled into the room in a fit of sneezes and coughs. He plopped down next to you and continued to cough, making it impossible to hear the movie.
“You mind keeping it down over there?” you said turning to him.
“Hey it’s not my fault it’s these allergies,” he said.
“Dean you don’t have allergies. You’ve never had allergies.”
“That’s not true. Remember that diner in Illinois? I was allergic to that sandwich I got. I was sick for days,” he explained.
“By ‘diner’ do you mean the skeevy stand that was run by that guy that was obviously a hobo?”Dean began shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “And by sandwich do you mean that gooey lump he handed you that me and Sam explicitly warned you not to eat to which you responded “Don’t worry he’s legit he’s got a name tag”? Because if that’s
National Anthem (Steve RogersxReader)The skyline was filled with sparkling explosions and the crackling of fire. The barrage of fireworks was breathtaking and never ending thanks to help of a certain Tony Stark. He had given a ridiculous amount of money to the city of New York to make sure the firework show was as extravagant as possible. “Make New Year’s Eve look like a pity party. We’re talking about the birth of two of the greatest things in the world: America, and the Captain himself,” had been his exact words. Steve’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as his eyes took in the glittering sky.
“It seems a bit much.”
“It’s not half of what you deserve. Besides,” you said, running your hand over his chest “you have what…70 plus years of birthdays to make up for?”
“Something like that. I can’t remember exactly. You know how fuzzy old men’s heads are.”
“I’ll help you keep track grandpa,” you