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While Dean’s explaining all of this, you zone out, thinking back to before he started his rant (you could have sworn you saw him making a slideshow about pie the other day when you were doing research). No, now that you think about it you know you definitely saw the word pie with a picture of a cherry pie on his laptop that looked like it was on a slide.

Neither you, nor Sam stopped him during his "rant" (or as Dean says, his inspirational speech). 

Gabriel tried but Dean ignored him. 

Castiel wasn’t any help. 

And poor Jack didn't know who to agree with because that boy can eat sweets for days, like a certain archangel which is partially why you agreed to make the pie. 

Honestly, it was best to let Dean do his thing, if the conversation was about anything else then everyone would give their opinions, but no one comes between Dean and his pies, everyone knows that.

He also may have mentioned that it’s been a while since you made a pie and it was beginning to "affect" him, so he decided to take care of the situation. And knowing Dean, it’ll probably be two or three pies this time. He always voices how much he loves your pies and how they're his favorite by far. Not to mention, the noises he makes are downright sinful, Lucifer and all the bad things he’s done could never compare to these noises.

Sam, Gabriel, and Castiel enjoy your pies too, but Dean is... well Dean and if he likes your pies, he’s never letting you leave, which is actually how you wound up living at the bunker but that’s a story for another day.

Anyway, Sam has to go to the library nearby because the bunker didn’t have any information on the damn thing you guys are hunting which is shocking for everyone (meaning Sam) to hear that the bunker’s giant library had absolutely no information on this creature.

Castiel pops in to check on you guys every now and then, this being yesterday. 

You think he’ll most likely come by later today or tomorrow- or that’s what he told but who knows with that angel.

Plus, it was quieter since Jack left with Sam to "get some fresh air" he says but you know he was going to look for dessert recipes that you and he could work on together. 

Who are you to deny him of a fun time making something he could enjoy later, maybe even a little more knowing that he made it himself.

Last but certainly not least, the “newest addition to the team” as Gabriel likes to say, although Dean will (and has) disagreed. Although, the archangel doesn’t care what he says. 

You think Gabriel’s out, honestly you don’t know where he is, but you do know that the bunker is empty and that means you’re in the clear.

Walking down the hallway where your rooms located before turning down "Gabriel’s hallway". You open his door as quietly as you can, cringing when the hinges let out a high pitch noise. You peek your head inside seeing no one, you carefully enter, closing the door halfway so you could hear if someone’s returned.

You turn around to face the unmade bed with candy wrappers all over it, shaking your head, not at all surprised by this. You walk towards the wardrobe off to the side, opening it, pulling out the drawers. You smile at the sight of the shelves filled with various candies, pulling out a middle drawer to see all of your favorite candies, in the exact order you would name them (if someone were asked). You know you’ve never mentioned this so how could Gabriel have known.

You don’t have a lot of time to think about this because by the time you grab one candy bar, someone whistling and shoes clacking against the floor echo throughout the hallway. It startles you so bad that you accidentally take the whole section of candy. You quietly groan to yourself because your powers reacting to your emotions.

By the time you realize what’s happened you’re already in your room, bouncing on your bed with the pile of candy. “Shit,” you mutter, glancing down at your candy covered lap. 

You immediately stand up, resulting in the candy falling to the ground. You run to the head of your bed, pull a pillowcase off of a random pillow and shovel the candy inside. You turn around to look for space on your dresser to temporarily leave the candy while you figure out how to return some of it. 

It seems simple enough (in theory) but (in reality) no, no it wasn’t.

The knocking on your door startles you... again. You drop the pillowcase and, of course, some candy falls out. The door creaks open, you pull a blanket off of your bed in a shitty attempt to hide the mess.

Gabriel’s head peeks through the door, greeting you with a smile.

You return the gesture with a little wave, walking away from the candy, closer to the door. “Hey Gabriel. How are you? Good. Let’s hang out away from my room.” You push him out of the doorway, stepping out of your room, closing the door behind you. “So, what’re you doing here?” You ask, leaning against the door.

He pops a lollipop in his mouth briefly before taking it out to talk. “Funny story, I was walking to my room when I heard a weird noise. So, being the curious archangel that I am, I open my door to see my secret candy wardrobe was open and a whole section was empty. Now, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you? Babycakes.” He pops the lollipop back into his mouth.

Your lips twitch as you let out a nervous chuckle. “Me? No. I had no idea that happened. How interesting. Why don’t we discuss this in the kitchen? I can make us cookies. Come on, let’s go.” You tug on his arm, trying to get him to follow you but he wasn’t moving. You turn to look at him, seeing he had a glint of mischief? In his eyes. Honestly, you couldn’t tell.

He shakes his head, taking the lollipop out, using it as a sort of, pointer. “You see, I think you do know. I think you were in my room, stealing some candy, then someone got a little greedy and decided to take more. And if I’m right, which I am.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“I would say that the blanket you put on the ground is hiding the evidence. Let’s open the door and see, shall we?” He has his hand on the doorknob, turning it but before he could open the door, you jump on his back, straightening your legs as you place feet on the doorway.

“That’s the best you could come up with?” He sets his hands under your thighs as your feet slid off the doorway.

You glare at him out of the corner of your eye, stealing his lollipop, taking it for yourself. “Shut up.” You’re still on his back when he enters your room, walking towards the blanket.

You take the lollipop out of your mouth to confess, “Okay. Okay. I admit, I did originally sneak into your room for a little candy, but I only intended to take one, maybe two candy bars but then you came back, and I got scared. I heard you walking down the hallway and I wound up here, then you come in here practically interrogating me.” You sigh, “I planned on returning the candy to you, at some point. I promise I did.”

He shakes his head before breaking into a short fit of laughter. “Did you think I was going to get mad?”

You try to hop off his back, but he tightens his grip on your thick thighs.

You purse your lips, rolling your eyes, “No, I knew you wouldn’t be mad at me, but I also didn’t know how you’d react to a good portion of your candy being gone. By the way this lollipop is really good, where’d you get it?”

“I made it.” He says, walking out of your room and down the hallway.

“No, really, where’d you get it?”

“You don’t think I could have made it?”

“I’m sure you could have but there’s no way you could have just snapped this," you wave the lollipop around, "out of nowhere.”

“How would you know, babycakes.”

“That’s true, I wouldn’t know.”

“Exactly.”

“That explains nothing.” You laugh, leaning forward with your chin hovering over his shoulder (so you don’t accidentally bite your tongue or so, your teeth don’t bump against each other).

“We’re back.” Sam’s voice rings throughout the bunker.

You used the partially chewed lollipop stick to point in front of you. “Onward.”

“Since when did you get so bossy?”

“Now. Onward.”

“I can just snap us there.” Gabriel raises his hand, ready to snap his fingers.

You stretch your arm out to stop him, shaking your head. “No, no. We can walk or I can walk, and you can snap yourself there. Let me down,” you say, patting his shoulder.

“No can do, babycakes.” He starts walking towards the kitchen, tightening his grip on you.

A frown appears on your face as you worry about Gabriel, wondering if you’re too heavy.  

Sure, he's technically a celestial being who has powers, but you didn't know if he could carry you for a semi long period of time. 

You chew on your bottom lip, worried that Gabriel will be tired or sore later.

But before you get too into your head, you decide to enjoy this moment since it probably won’t happen again (or so you think).

-

The two of you enter the kitchen to see the brothers chatting away and Jack sitting at the table.

When the three turn in your direction, it was clear that Sam and Dean were shocked, you two seem to have gotten a lot closer while they were gone.

Jack briefly glances up at the two of you, tilting his head, not quite understanding yours and Gabriel’s relationship.

Dean’s now more annoyed than anything. It was one thing with Gabriel constantly flirting with you but touching you holding you was another. Sure, he wasn’t happy about it, but if he made you happy, for some strange reason, who was he to ruin your happiness.

A smile tugged at Sam’s lips; he’s happy to see you look calmer than your usual stressed out and tired self. Even if it is Gabriel being the cause of it.

The brothers may not have liked Gabriel a whole lot but if he made you happy then they wouldn’t do anything to ruin the bond you two have created. It’s like they told you, you’re like a sister to them. They care about you; you’re their family and this family looks out for one another.

Jack’s a bit confused but is overall happy to see the two of you two so close, even though he’s not exactly sure why he feels like this. He’s still learning about emotions and which ones he feels at certain times. 

“What the hell happened while we were gone?” The older Winchester turns to the archangel, “I swear if you did something to-”

You cut Dean off when you yawn. “Shut up. He didn’t do anything. I may have tried to steal some candy and I may have accidentally taken more than I originally intended. And I may have tried to stop him from finding the evidence and there is a very likely chance that I jumped on his back to stop him but to be fair, I tried to get off, but he wouldn’t let go of me and if I’m being honest, he’s quite comfy.”

No one notices (maybe except for Jack) but Gabriel’s cheeks become a light shade of pink after that comment.

Jack’s brows knit together in confusion over his uncle’s behavior. 

Sam tilts his head, his lips tug upwards into small smirk, “may have? Accidentally?”

You purse your lips and squint at him. “Shut up. Do you want me to make you food or not?”

Sam put his arms up in a defensive manner, "Alright."

Dean interrupts, “I’m gonna do my best to ignore whatever's going on,” he lifts the two grocery bags with a wide smile, “because I got all the fixins for pie. You’re going to make pies, right? I need me some pie.”

You roll your eyes before nodding and tapping on Gabriel’s shoulder.

He reluctantly releases your thighs, letting you slide off his back. 

You take the bags out of Dean’s hand. “Yes. Yes. Now, get out of my kitchen so I can do this. I need to be able to concentrate and I can’t do that with you," you paused glancing over at Jack, "handsome boys here.” You sent a teasing smile their way so they would get the hint that you wanted to say something else.

Dean walks towards you, pulling you towards his chest to hug you, “I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that," he mumbles into your hair before letting you go. His lips tug into a genuine smile, "you’re awesome.”

“I know I am. Now, out. Out. No distractions.”

Sam and Dean walk out right away, leaving you to do your thing.

“Even me? Babycakes.” A certain whiskey-honey eyed archangel asks with a raised brow.

“Especially you. Now, out you go,” you push him towards the entrance.

“Come on, you don’t mean it. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me in here.”

You look him in the eyes and say, “I don’t want you, Sam, or Dean in here. You’ll be the one trying to distract me the most and I need to finish these pies before it gets too late. If you stay out, I might even make an extra special treat, maybe for you, maybe for me who knows.”

“Oooo, you know the way to my heart.”

You roll your eyes, turning around to walk away from him, your hips swaying more than usual but you don’t realize it. “Goodbye Gabriel,” you say in a sing-song tong. You spell the entrances so no one can get in while you and Jack are baking.

Gabriel tries to enter the kitchen, only to find himself locked out. “You’re cruel, babycakes, spelling the kitchen. Honestly, you could have just told me to stay away, and I would have.”

You turn around with one brow raised as you lean over the counter, giving him a good view of your clevage.

Gabriel has to do everything in his power not to check you out.

“I did and you didn’t.” You walk towards the other part of the kitchen and bend down to grab the mixing bowls from the cabinet, giving him the perfect view of your thick behind. You could have sworn Gabriel let out a quiet groan before walking away. You shake your head, muttering to yourself, “I must be hearing things.”

The chair scraping against the floor, brings your attention back to what you were doing. "Will I be a distraction? Since I'm, as you said, a handsome boy." Jack asks, standing beside you.

A smile plays across your lips, shaking your head, "you could never Jack and don't you forget that you are a handsome boy," you say as you pinch his chin.

He smiles, "could I help? I found some recipes when I went to the library. Could we try one of those as well?"

You nod, setting the bowls onto the counter. "You can take the ingredients out of the bags, and I'll grab the other equipment we need, okay?"

He nods.

-

After you two prepare dinner you remove the spell, giving everyone access to the kitchen. 

That evening you guys had a great dinner and pie was obviously desert. With the ingredients Dean bought you were able to make a cherry, apple, and blueberry pie.

Castiel pops in and sits with you all. 

All the guys help with the dishes. Although, you’re pretty sure Dean took this opportunity to sneak off with a pie because when you turn around to ask him a question, he’s gone along with one pie. You put two and two together.

Sam and Castiel bid their farewells and goodnight’s, you do the same.

"You were a great assistant, Jack. Maybe, we can take a look at those recipes you found and see which ones we could make."

Jack smiles, happy to hear he did so well. "I'm pleased to hear you say that. I was worried."

"About what?"

"I thought I was going to mess up."

"It's okay, Jack. Not all people can do something perfectly the first time but that doesn't mean you should give up. You've just gotta try and try again until you get the hang of it. You know when I first started baking, I wasn't that good but then I kept trying and eventually I got better. Now I'm being bossed into making pies that don't even last a whole day." You two chuckle.

"I had a lot of fun."

"Good, you gonna go to bed now?"

The young nephilim nods, "yes."

"Okay, night Jack."

Jack steps in front of you to give you a hug. 

You mentally awe at him. 

"Goodnight," he says, walking out of the kitchen.

Gabriel’s the only one who stays behind, watching you put the leftovers in the fridge.

-

Once you finish, you grab his arm, pulling him into the hallway towards your room.

“Babycakes, if you wanted me, all you had to do was say so,” he says, with a seductive voice while wiggling his eyebrows.

You glance over your shoulder and roll your eyes as you keep walking. 

Sadly, Gabriel’s voice was loud enough for Dean to hear.

“What are you two doing?” Dean questions you two, pie covering the lower half of his face, it seems you were right.

“Nothing! Go back to eating your pie in peace!” You shout at him.

“If you two are-”

“We’re not, now go away.”

“I’m just saying.” “I’m just saying.” You and Gabriel mock him.

Dean grumbles, walking away towards his room.

You let go of his arm to bump your shoulder into his. “And no! You dork. I wanted to give you the candy that just so happened to end up in my room.” You open the door, beelining for the pillowcase on the ground. You didn’t realize but Gabriel was staring at your thick behind... again.

He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, slightly shivering when he feels his wings tremble due to his arousal. Your footsteps bring him back to reality. He knows your arm is stretched out in front of you, but he can't look away from your angelic face. His eyes slowly wander up your figure, he stops his staring when you shake the pillowcase. He tries to refuse but you aren’t having it.

“You’re going to take this and put the candy back, then tomorrow you’ll return the pillowcase back to me, okay?”

“I hear you loud and clear, babycakes,” he smirks.

You shake your head, “goodnight, Gabriel.” You pick up the blanket, giving him a good view of your clevege... again. You fold it and set it back on your bed.

“You know, in a way, we kissed today," he blurts out.

"What are you getting at Gabriel?" You cross your arms, raising one brow.

"You know the lollipop; I was enjoying it before you took it. You know, w-we shared the lollipop."

"Are you going to hold this over me for the rest of my life?"

"We- no but-"

"But nothing. If you have something to say, then say it. If not, please leave. I'm tired and you know how cranky I can be when I don't get enough sleep."

"We'll talk more about this tomorrow," he winks. "Sweet dreams.” He walks towards you, placing his hand on your hip, pecking your cheek before exiting your room.

You stare at the door, wondering what just happened even though you know, you just- you couldn’t believe it. You shake your head and get ready for bed, falling asleep soon after.

-

You wake up and squint, letting your eyes adjust to the dark before turning your head towards your clock. You see a couple of hours have passed. ‘Better than last night,’ you think. You weren’t going to be falling asleep anytime soon. "Maybe a late-night snack will help," you mutter.

Walking closer to the kitchen, you notice the lights on, getting closer you see Dean sitting at the table with more pie.

“Did you not get enough earlier? I mean seriously, you took a whole pie. A whole frickin' pie!”

Dean takes a bite of his pie to spite you. You aren’t entirely sure. 

“What’re you doing here?” Dean asks, pulling out a chair for you.

You sit down, resting your head on your hand. “Couldn’t sleep any longer. You?”

“Same here and I wanted more pie.”

You snort through your nose. “Did you seriously not get enough earlier? I only made three pies. And everyone got one slice. One slice Dean. With the amount of pie you're eating, you're gonna need to do another supply run.”

“If I want pie, I’m going get me some pie. Besides your pies are friggin’ awesome, you should get a medal or something.” He takes another bite. "And you should be honored, I'm eating your pies," he says with his mouth full.

"Gross! Eat your food then talk. If you need to go back to a previous topic that's okay, you slob."

He rolls his eyes, "I don't know why you're judging me when you can't even admit your feelings to an angel."

"Archangel and wait-what?"

"You and Gabriel have feelings for each other."

"No." You sit there shaking your head, rubbing your hand over your face. You push yourself out of the chair, grabbing some fruit to cut.

Dean's brows knit together, concerned about your behavior. This was weird, you two can be each other's wing person at the bar in whatever town you're in but this was something else. He could lie, but he can admit that he does have a hard time talking about his feelings but you, you- 'I'm an idiot,' he thinks. You don't talk about your feelings either, hell you won't admit when you're in pain. You bottle everything up, like he does. He sets his fork for down, he turns in the chair, facing you giving you his full attention. "C'mon, tell me."

You finish cutting the fruit and start setting it into containers before placing it in the fridge. "Tell you what?"

"How you feel about Gabriel."

You shake your head, denying it. "I don't have feelings for him."

"Bullshit."

"What do you want me to say Dean? That- that I like him. That I want to be more than friends. That I want to be with him because I can't."

-

Gabriel knows you left your room and followed you, leaning against the wall, listening to your conversation.

-

"Why not?"

"Well, first off, he probably doesn't like me, and I don't want to ruin the friendship we have."

"You don't know."

"I don't know what Dean!? The facts are all there, he doesn't like me, that's it. So, stop bringing it up," you plead, tired of this conversation. "You say you don't like chick flick moments. But I know it's because they make you feel things you don't want to feel. Well, I don't want to live one because I already know how I feel, and I’m pretty sure I know how he feels."

Dean shakes his head, "you have no idea how much that damn angel cares about you. So shut up and stop talking like that. You're amazing and anyone would be damn lucky to know you. You're hot. You've got a spunky personality. You're a badass. You're sarcastic. Hell, you could charm the pants off of some dude, if you wanted. And I'm gonna say it again because I don't want to hear you talking bad about yourself like that," he explains to you. He gets out of the char and pulls you towards his chest, hugging you.

"Dean, please stop," you close your eyes, to prevent any more tears to build up as you returned the hug.

"Why should I?"

"You're filling me with hope."

"It's not hope if I'm right."

"How can you be so sure?"

"He's not subtle." 

You quietly giggle into his chest. 

“I’m serious, he’s not. I’m surprised you never noticed.”

“I don’t really think about those things.” You can feel him nod. You push yourself off of him, "I'm gonna go to bed now and there better be some pie left over or I'm making you get more ingredients."

A smile dances across his lips, "there won't be any pie left but I'd be happy to go out and get more ingredients for you."

You narrow your eyes at him, you thin your lips, annoyed with the older Winchester. "Why do I even bother?" You mumble, throwing your hands up.

-

Gabriel hears your footsteps and snaps himself out of the hallway.

-

You walk out of the kitchen, shaking your head.

You close the door to your room, laying down, falling asleep within ten minutes. You didn't realize that a certain whiskey eyed archangel was in your room, watching you sleep.

"Stupid," he says to himself. He thought he was being fairly obvious about his feelings towards you. He assumed you didn't like him that way and were playful towards him because he was that way towards you. Gabriel starts thinking of a plan to get you to understand how he feels or at least to help you realize that he's been flirting with you because he likes you. 

The Winchester's figured out he liked you. Cas figured it out. Even Jack has an idea, and he doesn’t quite understand these types of things.

A few hours have passed, he thinks you’re getting up, but you roll over, laying on your other side. He didn’t realize this until he felt an arm on him. He prays for Cas to come to your room.

Cas pops in, seeing the position his brother is in. He tilts his head, "what-"

Gabriel shushes him as quietly as he could. He whispers for him to walk closer.

"What are you doing? Is this your way of showing her that you care for her?"

"No, I was- I," he pauses, trying to find the right words. "I was watching her sleep, it's nice."

"It brings you peace?" 

The archangel nods. 

"Why did you call me here?"

"I need help getting out of here. I don't want to freak her out when she wakes up. You know, she'll ask questions, maybe think I'm weird."

Cas blinks, "why didn't you snap your fingers to leave? That seems like it would be the easy option."

"Well, it's too late now. Isn't it?" He says with a slight attitude before he whines, "help me."

The angel lifts your arm as slowly and gently as he could, giving Gabriel enough room to "escape" before dropping your arm. 

Gabriel’s eyes widen, he pushes Cas out of the room, shutting the door soon after. "I'm not calling you for help again."

"I thought I did good."

"You dropped her arm; she could have woken up."

"She did wake up."

"With us in there," he overenunciates for clarification.

"I don't understand." 

Gabriel sighs, shaking his head at the angel. He’s shocked at how Cas still doesn't understand how little things like that can scare a human.

-

You jolt yourself awake (or so you think). You open your eyes, when your arm drops on the bed but really woke up when you hear the door close. You turn to look at your clock and see it's almost seven in the morning. You sit up, only to hear plastic crinkling beneath you.

Your brows knit together in confusion. You reach down, moving your hand under your thigh to find a candy wrapper.