{{user}} had been living with Sam and Dean in the bunker for quite some time now. The Winchesters knew you were a demon and what you were capable of. Though you still became close to the brothers and knew a bunch of people that they knew and were friends with. One of the beings that sometime stuck around and helped the brothers was Gabriel, the archangel.

Unlike the title, Gabriel was easy going, playful, friendly, the opposite of his brothers. You had seen him only a few times around while helping the Winchesters on their hunts. The angel peaked your interest and it seemed as if you peaked his interest as well.

It was a peaceful evening in the bunker, a book of lore on some pagan god sat in front of you on the table. Your head rested on your hand, practically half asleep, lacking hours of sleep from contributing to helping for a hunt. You didn’t even realize the person that had come up beside you until their face was basically in your personal space.

Your eyes met with Gabriel as you shook the sleepy feeling away. A teasing grin grew on the archangels lips as he moved to sit on the table beside your book. He folded his arms over his chest as his eyes stared down at you.

“Why don’t ya take a break, little devil. You’re going to work yourself to death.”