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The Trickster was a force to be reckoned with, and had been the immediate conclusion as to how the three of you ended up trapped. He was able to delve the brothers and you into the longest amount of television that you had even been exposed to. Without knowledge of any of the shows, you found yourself lost and unable to play along.
For hours upon hours, Dean and Sam had been fighting the shows that the three of you had been immersed into, though you had suggested a couple of times to actually listen to the so-called Trickster and act as if you belonged in each show. To be released, of course, that was the one thing you were meant to do. The brothers, of course, did not want to comply. Huge shocker, you had thought as you rolled your eyes.
There was one show that you had been pushed into that you were actually face to face with Trickster himself. The lollipop in his mouth gave it away, before he snapped his fingers and turned it into a rose. As he reached his hand up to the delicate flower and removed it from his mouth, he offered it to you with grace. “Madam,” he spoke in a slightly gruff, yet seductive voice.
Though you hated to admit it, you could feel an immediate draw to the Trickster before you. Alluring as he had been, there was something in his eyes that drew you in. You nearly thought you would drown.
“What may I call you, Darling?” you whispered, blush covered, trying to go along with the romantic show that you were currently locked into. You offered your hand, which he brought to his soft lips and kissed, before releasing it and giving you a smirk.
You were playing right into the Trickster’s hand, and you were ready to bend and fold as such. The brothers were nowhere in sight, much to your relief, because you knew you would never hear the end of it if they saw you flirting with the monster himself.
The Trickster leaned in close to your ear, whispering at the very shell of it, “You, Sugar, may call me Gabriel.”
At that moment, realization finally hit you. This wasn't a typical monster, as the boys had initially dragged you to assist. In front of you, seducing you, was one of the actual Archangels. Your heartbeat quickened, and you were pretty much speechless.
Unfortunately, he noticed this and frowned a little. “What, Sugar, are you intimidated?” he let out a throaty chuckle, and took a finger to push away a stray hair from your face before placing it under your chin. “You don’t need to fear me - I enjoy seeing the beauty my Father created up close.”
You knew it had to be a trick from the Trickster himself, but you couldn't help but turn seven shades of red in front of his eyes. A light smile graced your lips, as you finally found the use of your vocal chords once more. You found no need to use the romantic script, since he seemed to have dumped that a while ago. “Archangel or not, I'm not dumb, you know,” you said with protest. “I know you're simply tricking me, Gabriel. Are you hurting the Winchesters while you distract me?”
The blush faded from your face, and you watched as a frown protruded from his soft looking lips. “They're busy with a cop show while I win you over, Sweetness,” he said, his seduction dripping back out in each word. With a snap of his fingers, a slow song began playing from who knows where, and he held his hand out to you. “Shall we?”
His smirk returned to those lips of his as you had graciously accepted. Thankfully, before your father had passed on, he had taught you more than just hunting. Unlike waltzing with your father, though, you knew not to step on this man's toes without consequence. Together, you danced around what now looked like a ballroom, staring deep into the whiskey colored eyes of the Archangel.
While you waltzed, you mentally noted his skill, as well as the features that his vessel possessed. The dirty blonde hair of his was a little messy, but slicked back, and he had a very small amount of stubble. Each little line in his face was now ingrained on your brain, and your thoughts began to slip down to his soft looking lips. Unknowing to you, he was taking your features in as well with those whiskey colored eyes of his. Each step was imprinted in his mind, right down to the twirl that you two had done. When he dipped you downward, his eyes locked yours, and you felt his other hand slip up to behind your head.
You felt his hot breath against your lips, and internally were waiting for it all to be a trick - for him to fade away, laughing that he had just tricked a lonely human girl. Instead of your fear, though, you had felt the warm dominance of the Archangel’s lips pressed against your own. Electricity crackled through your body, and though you barely knew this Gabriel, you kissed back, tasting the sweetness upon his lips. He tasted like candy, and at the moment you felt an insatiable sweet tooth. His tongue easily dominated your own, and the disconnection was merely to come up for air.
“I hope this isn't a trick, Gabriel,” you whispered, half breathless as you gazed upon him, your own eyes unsure as you attempted to ascertain his intentions. He was smooth…far too smooth for your own good, and you found yourself falling hard for an Archangel you hardly knew.
“No trick, Sweetness,” he reassured you, and though he had been suave, there was a hint of seriousness behind his tone. “I've just been waiting for you.”
“Waiting for me, huh?” You questioned as he brought you back to an upright position, swaying you to a faster song. Even though you hadn't known how to tango, he led you with minor mess ups. “I mean, I'm sure my brothers will be thrilled.” Your last words held sarcasm, though a truth you had to admit to yourself. An Archangel interested in you was surely the last thing they wanted and you could already imagine the string of “no's”.
The music stopped as Gabriel laughed, and you could nearly miss the way his arms felt around your own.
“Those chuckle-heads'll be pissed,” he confirmed. “I don't care, though. Nothing's keeping me away from my soulmate, and you've clearly felt the draw. It's stronger in humans.”
Soulmate…
Your heart thumped in your chest, though the realization of why he had made you putty in his hands so easily suddenly made more sense. Your lips curled at the edges, acceptance, though you wouldn't even be able to begin to figure how to explain it. “I have…” you breathed out.
“So whaddya say, Sugar?” He questioned curiously, and though he didn't leave much room for question in those hopeful eyes nor in that dazzling smirk.
You swallowed hard as you gazed into those hopeful eyes. The ache that settled in your chest made it almost impossible to refuse, though. “If you free my brothers, I’ll gladly go anywhere with you, Handsome,” you confirmed, making sure to preface your brothers above such a rash decision.
With a snap of his fingers, your brothers returned to their hotel room, while the two of you found yourself in his hiding place. Though you weren’t sure where everything was going, that odd longing you felt made you want to at least get to know the Archangel better.