Set in Stone (GabrielxReaderxDean)

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.

“Huh?” you asked, reluctantly tearing you eyes away from the inside of the diner.

“I said did you hear me?” he asked again.

“Oh yeah yeah. Balty, drama queen, wants you go to over there,” you said returning your glance back in the diner. Gabriel followed your gaze and saw who you were looking at and his jealously instantly spiked.

“I’m gonna go see what he wants,” he said, trying to keep the tension from his voice.

“Okay,” you said turning back to him.

“Try not to get in any trouble while I’m gone,” he stated.

“Me in trouble? I’ve never heard of such a thing,” you answered with a slight smirk. “Now get going. I’m sure Balthazar’s in a serious crisis, like trying to decide what to wear or whether or not he should go  a shade lighter with his hair.” Gabriel laughed, knowing you were probably right. He was about to just fly away when out of the corner of his eye he saw Dean staring at you. Feeling his jealously rise up again he grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss. It was a rough kiss, your lips smashed against his. You were taken by surprise and it wasn’t long before you had to pull away to gasp for air.

“I’ll miss you too,” you said with a dazed smile. Gabriel gave you a small smile before he looked back glare at Dean. “I’ll see you later,” he told you. The next second he was gone and you were left staring at the empty space he left behind. You turned back to diner and made your way through the entrance. You walked back to the table where Sam was typing away on a laptop and Dean was looking at his phone with an annoyed expression.

 “Hey guys. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting,” you said.

“Not at all. We just got here ourselves,” Sam said. “Here, let me move over.”

“Gabriel not joining us?” Dean asked with a hint of annoyance as you slid in the booth next to Sam.

“Oh, no Balthazar wanted to talk to him or something,” you explained. “Balthazar is this other angel guy,” you added.

“Yeah we know. We’ve met him before,” Sam said as a waitress came to your table. She took all of your orders and came back moments later with your drinks.

“I should’ve known you met Balthazar before. Seems like everyone has crossed paths with you at some point,” you laughed. “Speaking of angelic persons, Dean, there’s something that I wanted to ask you.”

“Oh? And what’s that?” Dean asked.

“Well, word around the campfire is that you’re the one that offed Zachariah a while back. True, or just another rumor?”

“That one’s true,” he admitted, taking a sip of his coffee.

“In that case, I would like to personally thank you on behalf of all the hunters that had the misfortune of meeting him,” you said.

“You didn’t like him either?” Sam asked with a laugh.

“I doubt anyone did. One time he came up to me and threatened to throw me straight to Hell unless I told him where Gabriel and Balthazar were. He said they were fugitives of the heavenly host or something stupid like that.”

“I take it you didn’t tell him?” Dean asked.

“No,” you schoffed.  “And that made him more mad. He was blabbering on about how powerful he was and how insignificant my life was and blah blah blah. But I got him to shut up once I threw some Holy Oil on him and pulled out my lighter. He left, but not after yelling obscenities at me in about fifty different languages.”

“Yeah he was kind of an ass,” Sam said as he went back to looking at his computer.

“So how’d you do it?” you asked eagerly, turning to Dean. “Kill him, I mean.”

“Angel blade through his face,” Dean said nonchalantly.

“What sweet poetic justice,” you said which earned you a small smile from Dean.

“Hey, I think I found our guy,” Sam said. He turned the laptop to where you and Dean could see the screen.

“What a creep. He looks like a murderer,” you commented. The image on the screen showed a grainy black and white photo from the 30s. The man pictured wore ratty overalls and a jacket, his boots caked with mud. His side combed hair looked to be the only clean thing about him and the smile he wore was unsettling. The rusty hatchet in his hand didn’t make for a friendly appearance either.

“He literally looks like he just murdered someone,” Dean said.

“He probably did. He owned the cabin that’s been the source of all this trouble. According to these old newspaper articles people started disappearing after he moved into town. He moved into that cabin after his wife had a fatal “accident” a couple of months before. Lots of the locals suspected him to be at the source of the missing people but never had enough evidence to prove it,” Sam explained.

“Definitely sounds like our guy,” Dean agreed. “Say where he’s buried?”

“Yeah in his own back yard apparently. He died of a heart attack, but since the whole town believed he was a murder they didn’t want him to be buried in the town graveyard.”

“Makes sense,” you added.

“Does it say specifically where he is?” Dean asked.

“Of course not, that would make it too easy,” Sam said. “It just says he was buried on his own land.”

“Well at least we got a general area. It’s better than nothing,” you said. Just as you finished talking the waitress came back to your table, food in hand. She asked if there was anything else you needed and when you all shook your heads she smiled and went to help some guy that was yelling for her across the room. You happily dug into your warm waffles, but stopped when you noticed what Sam had ordered.

“Woah, who invited the square?” you asked. Sam looked up from his salad with a sigh.

“Not you too. I like being healthy okay? ” Sam asked.

 “But you do realize how much more delicious waffles are compared to a salad?” you asked.

“Yes, but I also realize how much fat and calories are in them as well. That is a heart attack on a plate,” he said gesturing to your meal of bacon, waffles, and eggs.

“Every day with this one,” Dean said as he took a bite of his hash browns.

“But I don’t understand, why would anybody ever eat anything besides breakfast food?” you asked confused.

“People are idiots (y/n). Including this one,” Dean said, gesturing to Sam.

“I mean the only things worth eating that aren’t breakfast food are cheeseburgers . And fries,” you said as you continued to cut your waffles.

“Amen,” Dean said as he shoved more pancakes into his mouth.

“You know maybe if you gave it a chance you would like it,” Sam suggested.

“I had a salad once and it was terrible,” you deadpanned. Dean started laughing and Sam just rolled his eyes.

“Great. Just what I need, another person with a grudge against salad,” he sighed as he turned his attention back to his computer. You and Dean turned your focus back on the warm food in front of you. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were and every ounce of concentration went into the food that was in front of you. You thought you might have heard Sam mumble something, but you ignored it and continued enjoying your breakfast. You didn’t look up again until your plate was empty. You pushed the plate away from you and, a few seconds later, Dean did the same. You both looked over to see Sam staring at you both with a bewildered expression.

“Something wrong there Sammy?” Dean asked.

“It was crazy, it’s like you both were in a trance. I tried to talk to you like five times and neither of you heard of me. You were just so transfixed by waffles and pancakes it’s like the outside world didn’t even exist.”

“It wasn’t even like that,” Dean said.

“It was I’m serious!” Sam exclaimed.

“Must be all the butter and fat,” you joked. “It’s clogging our brains.”

“Whatever,” Sam said as Dean laughed. “I was just gonna say that we should head on over to that cabin after this. We don’t exactly know where the body is and we need to burn it before nightfall.”

“Hey ixnay on the odybay,” you whispered as a waitress walked by. “We don’t need someone reporting us to the authorities.”

“Sorry,” Sam mumbled.

“You are right though, we should get over there,” Dean said as he threw the money for the bill on the table.

“Sounds good to me,” you said as you stood up. “Oh, is there a motel around here somewhere? Cos these aren’t exactly working clothes.”

“I feel ya,” Dean said, who was also still in his agent attire. “We checked into a motel last night you can just follow us over there.”

“Awesome.” You took one last sip of your drink before following Sam and Dean out of the diner. Once outside you began walking to your car while Sam and Dean did the same. After a few steps Dean stopped his walking and put his hand out to stop Sam as well.

“You forget something?” Sam asked confused.

“No but here,” Dean said as he placed his car keys in Sam’s palm, “you’re driving.”

“Wait what?” Sam asked now extremely confused.

“You’re gonna drive to the motel. What’s confusing about that?” Dean asked.

“The fact that you’re letting me drive when you’re actually here with me?”

“Well I’m not gonna be with you. I’m gonna be with her,” Dean said pointing over his shoulder at you.

“Dean,” Sam sighed.

“What?”

“Don’t meddle.”

“What are you talking about I’m not meddling.”

“Not yet but you’re going to. She’s already with Gabriel and you’re just going to cause trouble.”

“She has a really nice car and I’d like to see it up close. Is that so bad?”

“Is this really about the car?” Sam asked not convinced.

“Totally,” Dean nodded. “Well most of it,” he added as Sam raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay a tiny bit of it,” he continued as Sam continued staring at him.

“Dean,” Sam scolded.

“Look, I just want to talk to her. Is it so bad that I wanna be friendly?”

“When it’s you? Yes. We don’t need you turning this into a one night stand thing because then Gabriel will never help us ever again. That’s if he doesn’t try to kill you.”

“I’m not trying to turn this into a one night stand!” Dean said offended.

“You sure?” Sam asked.

“Yes! Besides she deserves way more than a one night stand. Now just drive Baby to the motel and we’ll follow alright?” Not waiting for an answer Dean turned and made his way toward you, not allowing Sam to say anything more on the matter. Reluctantly, Sam made his way to the Impala, hoping against hope that his brother wouldn’t cause any drama.

You were sitting in the driver seat with the window rolled down digging through a case of cassettes when Dean approached you.

“Mind if I hitch a ride?” he asked.

“Hmm,” you said pursing your lips. “Well you bought me waffles, so I guess I kinda owe you. I wouldn’t have thought you’d be willing to let your brother drive your car though.”

“Nah he takes good care of her. And I wanted to see if your ride rode as good as it looked.”

“Well I think you will be happily surprised to find that she rides even better than she looks,” you said with a smile. You looked back down at the cassettes as Dean walked to the other side. You made a selection and shoved it into the slot while Dean made himself comfortable in his seat. After a few seconds of noise the tape cleared and Bobby Darin’s voice filled the car.

“Oldies huh?” Dean asked.

“It’s my weakness,” you said, pulling out of the parking space.

“I can understand that. I don’t listen to it as much I should. I’ve always liked classic rock,” Dean said.

“Who doesn’t though?”

“My brother,” he said.

“We already established that that salad-eater was a square so it doesn’t surprise me,” you said as you began following said salad-eater out of the parking lot and to the motel.

“I’m pretty sure he’s lying about not liking it though,” Dean said. “He thinks I don’t notice, but I can hear him singing under his breath.”

“You can’t resist guitars and drums no matter how hard you try,” you said.  

“A universal truth,” Dean said noticing he was smiling. Now that he thought about it, it seemed like he hadn’t stopped smiling since he had run into you at the police station. He had been wanting to see you again since you had first met at that restaurant nearly a month ago and when you walked into the station he couldn’t have been happier. That happiness had subsided when Gabriel had come back trying to whisk you away to Paris. The only time he had stopped smiling was when he saw Gabriel kiss you outside the diner. The way Gabriel had looked over to him after made Dean angrier than he’d like to admit. He had never really liked Gabriel much to start with, and that action only solidified his feelings toward him. He looked over to you as you softly sang along to the radio, looking immaculate even though you were wearing a stuffy agent suit.  In the short time he’d known you he had realized you were too good for Gabriel. You were too pretty, too fun, too sarcastic, too everything. Gabriel certainly didn’t deserve you. He probably didn’t either, but he knew Gabriel definitely didn’t.

“You were right. The ride is way smoother than I expected,” Dean commented, trying to drag himself out of his thoughts of you and Gabriel.

“I told you. I keep her in perfect condition. I guess I kinda cheat though cos Gabriel helps a lot,” you responded. So much for changing the subject, Dean thought.

“How so?” he asked.

“Well I do most of the work, but once I fix something he uses his angelic powers to make sure everything stays the way I fixed it. It’s really convenient,” you explained.

“That does seem pretty convenient,” Dean agreed.  “How’d you meet him anyway?” If Gabriel was going to be talked about he at least wanted all the background information on him.

“I picked up a case in Louisville. I thought I was dealing with a trickster and it turned out to be Gabriel. I’ll spare you all the mushy details but things pretty much just took off from there.”

“How long ago was that?” Dean asked, unable to control his curiosity.

“Mmm…almost three years ago,” you said. Three years?,Dean thought. “What about you?” you asked. “Is there a miss Dean Winchester somewhere?”

“No!” he exclaimed way too quickly and loudly causing you to jump. He cleared his throat before he began again. “I mean uh, no. Not at the moment anyway.” You gave him a small smile before looking back at the road.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone. But she’ll probably have to be pretty amazing to capture your attention,” you said.

“Yeah,” Dean said as he watched you hook a stray hair behind your ear. “Pretty amazing.”