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"Don't you dare," Gabriel practically growled, instinctively stepping in front of you with his angel blade in hand. You could not help but let a light blush cross your face as you watched the protective Archangel defending you. It saddened you, though, that the people he needed to step in front of were Sam and Dean Winchester. You could still remember that day that they had cast you out of the bunker.
Both Winchester boys stood in a defensive position in front of someone they had previously referred to as family. You were heartbroken at the sight, just because of a hunt gone wrong. It was not like you asked to be a monster, and yet, they did not understand, nor seem to even care to hear your side.
"Get out!" Dean shouted, unable to actually kill you at that moment. You were covered in blood due to not understanding how to control the need for blood that you had, and you had fed on a human before the boys could cure you of vampirism. Your eyes emitted your sorrow, along with the waterfall of tears you could not seem to stop from falling from your eyes.
You reached out in surrender, begging, "I swear I'll live off of blood bags from now on, please-"
"If we see you again, we will have to kill you," Sam said in a lowly voice, something that was relatively unlike him, though in the current situation it was almost understandable. You had one accident, and there was no guarantee that you would never have another.
"Don't you dare show your face again," Dean said, a regretful tone in his voice, though serious undertones highlighted it.
It was over. You about faced and began to run. Running out of the bunker, you just kept running and running as fast as you could. You didn't even care by this point whether or not you survived that night. The only people that you thought you could truly trust casted you out of their lives, and threatened to kill you. The tears would not stop flowing as you ran, and the only thing that had stopped you was what you thought was a hard surface that popped out of nowhere.
Instead of being a random hard surface, through the tears you could make out the face of the Archangel that was constantly in hiding. Though you had only met him twice, you did recognize and remember him well. "Gabriel?" you asked, shocked to see him around the area at all.
"Hey, Sugar, what's got you down?" Gabriel asked, a frown on his face as he was reaching up to your cheeks to wipe off some of the tears. You sat down with him and explained exactly what happened, and how you were turned. Through it, you had explained that if he just wanted to slice your head off, that was fine. By this point, you were willing to accept death, because you had nothing else anyhow.
He had explained to you that night that it did not matter what you were, you still were Y/N on the inside. Despite a few flirtatious comments that he had made, making you blush, the two of you had agreed to hide away together.
"Gabriel?" Sam asked in disbelief , almost dropping his weapon in shock. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sam had taken a glance over at Dean, and watched him shrug at Sam, also confused with the whole situation.
"Y/N is under my protection, and you will not lay a hand on her," he said, flashing his archangel eyes in a fiery manner at the two boys. "I can assure you, this is not the vampire you are looking for. We are just passing through."
Dean groaned at the Archangel. "You cannot tell me that she's not feeding on humans," he said arrogantly, getting ready to fight regardless.
"She's not," he assured in a stern voice.
Dean countered, "She's still a monster!"
Gabriel almost sprung up and attacked the boys at the outburst, but instead reached a hand back to make sure you were okay, lightly caressing your arm. "You two are the monsters," he countered, clearly pissed. "She was ready to die that night, because she was abandoned by the same people that called her their family. Y/N was alone and scared, yet you two turned your backs on her. I'm glad I was around that day, otherwise who knows where she would be."
With that, he did not even wait for a response before he wrapped his arms around you, flying you to a safer location. When he did, you were still shaking, and he kept you in your arms. "Shh, Sugar, its okay," he cooed, calming you down.
You held him tightly, whispering, "Thanks, Gabe. You're way too sweet to a monster like me." There was a small bit of blush that flared on your cheeks as you felt him move a few stray strands of hair out of your face. His soft, strong hand reached down to your chin, urging you to look up at him. As you did, you stared into whiskey colored eyes, glazed over with adoration.
It made your heart speed, and butterflies flap around in your stomach as the two of you just stayed like that for a few, a comfortable silence filling the air around the two of you. "You know what I see when I look at you, Y/N?" He asked, seriousness laced in his voice.
You shook your head, "What's that?"
"The most gorgeous, caring, and wonderful girl I have ever laid eyes upon," he said softly, a little touch of his smoothness in his voice. You could not help but blush different shades of red as you looked up at him, shocked that he would even say it. Your y/e/c eyes met his whiskey colored eyes once more, and seconds later you were drawn into a kiss that made your breath hitch in your throat. His soft lips caressed yours roughly, yet sweetly, and you kissed back with passion.
As the two of you separated, you whispered, breathless, "I love you, Gabe."
He let his lips curl into a visible smirk, and he replied, "I love you, too, Sugar."