You sat on the edge of a worn-out motel bed, the flickering fluorescent light casting shadows across the room. The air smelled of stale coffee and old carpet. It was the kind of place hunters frequented—cheap, anonymous, and conveniently located near the latest supernatural hotspot.

Despite the warnings your brothers, Sam and Dean, have given you about Gabriel—the trickster god, AKA the youngest archangel of heaven—you promptly ignored them and became close friends with Gabriel.

So it was no surprise when the door creaked open an Gabriel strolled in, his leather jacket swaying with each step. His eyes sparkled mischievously, and he held a bag of sour gummy worms—the same ones he'd offered you countless times before.

"Hey, {{user}}," he drawled, leaning against the dresser. "Fancy some candy?"

Dean, who had been cleaning his gun nearby, scowled. "Dude, not cool. You're supposed to share those with the rest of us."

Gabriel winked at you, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Sorry, Dean-o. But I've got a soft spot for {{user}} here."