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Warnings: Bonding, reader injury (associated with bonding), smut
Fic:
You were what Sam and Dean called a prophet. Up until a few months ago, you had lived a fairly normal life, but that was when everything changed. You had been hit by lightning and your whole world came crashing down around you. After that, you began seeing things you couldn’t explain, speaking languages you’d never even heard of. Monsters, creatures you had never known existed, began hunting you.
An angel named Castiel had saved you. He brought you to a bunker, a safe house of sorts, where you met the Winchesters. Thankfully, they were willing to let you stay with them and protect you. Despite Sam and Dean doing everything they could, monsters kept coming after you and the boys knew they wouldn’t be able to protect you for forever. They said they had an idea, a way to keep you safe no matter where you were. They called it bonding.
“Ok,” you say hesitantly, “How does ‘bonding’ work exactly?”
“Well,” Sam begins, “Apparently any angle can bond to any human as long as both parties give consent. I’m not very well versed in how it all happens, I’m sure Cas would be better at explaining this than I am, but from what I understand, the angel joins their grace to the human’s soul.”
“And that would protect me, how?” you ask.
“That way, the angel can feel everything you’re feeling,” Dean says, “So if you were in danger, they would know.”
“Cas said he was willing to do this?” you ask.
“Well, um, no,” Sam says.
“You want me to ask him?” you question, “I don’t know him as well as you guys do, but if you …” Dean cuts you off.
“It’s not Cas you’d be bonding with,” Dean says.
“Who then?” you ask, concerned.
“I believe that honor would go to me Sugar,” a voice you’d never heard before says from off to the side of the room.
“Who are you?” you ask the man leaning against the doorframe.
“You ask a lot of questions, don’t you?” he asks in return.
“That wasn’t an answer,” you tell him.
“The name’s Gabe,” he tells you with a cocky smile, “Archangel, dessert connoisseur, and professional trickster, at your service.” He takes a few steps forward and extends his hand to you. Looking him over with a raised eyebrow, you size him up before turning back to Sam and Dean.
“Um, yeah, who is this?” you ask them. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his smile falling.
“He’s Gabriel,” Sam tells you, “The one from the Bible.”
“He’s Gabriel, like the Gabriel? I can’t bond with him,” you say, “Why can’t I bond with Cas? At least I know him.”
“Excuse me, but he is right here and he offered to bond with you to protect you from all the monsters who want to kill you,” Gabriel says, “He deserves a little more respect.”
“Sorry,” you say quietly, suddenly ashamed of the way you’d just treated him, “It’s just, I’ve never met you before and, well, I’m not sure I want to give a stranger access to my soul.”
“I’m not a crossroads demon,” he says, “And I don’t bite, well, unless you ask me to.”
“Can we keep this professional?” Dean asks, rolling his eyes.
“Can I ask why you offered to help me?” you question Gabriel.
“You’re a prophet,” he shrugs, “Each prophet is supposed to come with an archangel pre-bonded to them and apparently yours is either dead or in the cage. Normally I wouldn’t get involved, but since you don’t have an archangel looking out for your wellbeing, I thought I’d volunteer. Now Cas could bond with you, and I’m sure he wouldn’t have any objections to doing so, but an archangel will always be better suited to protecting a prophet than any other angel. Being the only archangel around, I think it’s my duty to protect you.”
“And you’re doing this out of the goodness of your heart,” you scoff.
“Of course,” Gabe says, “And maybe to show my brothers up a little bit, but mostly out of the goodness of my heart, as you said.”
“I’ll think about it,” you say cautiously. You wanted to get to know Gabriel first before you trusted him with your soul.
“Just don’t wait too long,” Sam says, “It would be nice to know you’re safe when Dean and I have to leave you here alone.”
“Let me take you out,” Gabe offers.
“Like a date?” you ask.
“It doesn’t have to be if you don’t want it to be,” Gabe says.
“I haven’t left the bunker since Cas brought me here,” you tell him.
“I know,” Gabe says, “I just thought you’d like to get out of here for a little while, it’s a little dank.”
“Hey!” Dean shouts, offended.
“It isn’t safe out there for me anymore,” you say, wringing your hands.
“Don’t worry Sugar,” Gabe reassures you, “You’ll be with me and I won’t let a damn thing touch you.”
***
After that first night, Gabe never let you out of his sight. He was determined to protect you from anyone or anything that dared harm a hair on your head. You were thankful for the protection and you liked him well enough, but you were still timid around him. Part of you was afraid he had ulterior motives for helping you, but another part of you was slowly falling in love with him.
He was more than just a little strange, but he was funny and sweet. Plus there was something about the way he watched over you that made you think that perhaps he truly cared for you. He healed your every pain, even something as small as a paper cut or a stubbed toe. Whenever you blacked out from one of your visions, Gabe was there to catch you. He would hold you in his arms through the whole ordeal, carding his fingers through your hair and soothing you until you awoke.
Gabe’s whiskey colored eyes were always the first thing you saw when you came to. He would always smile down at you, his thumb brushing along your cheek. You appreciated that he always asked if you were ok before asking about your vision. He didn’t pressure you into telling him what you saw, but for some reason you wanted to tell him everything. Gabe seemed only too happy to listen to every word you had to say.
You also appreciated that he didn’t pressure you into bonding with him. In fact, he hadn’t brought up the topic since the night you met. Lately you’d begun to become curious about the process. “Gabe,” you begin cautiously, “If I decided I did want to bond with you, what exactly would I have to do?”
Gabe looks surprised, but he doesn’t hesitate to answer your question. “There’s a whole ceremony,” Gabe tells you, “We need another angel, probably Cas, and some witnesses, Sam and Dean should do. The ceremony starts with us joining blood. We’ll have to cut our hands, but it won’t hurt for long, I promise I’ll heal you the second I can. Cas will recite some words in Enochian, bonding us by blood. Then there’s the joining of grace and soul. Cas will draw a piece of my grace and a piece of your soul through the cuts on our hands. He’ll recite a few more words to bond us. From that point on, I’ll always have a piece of your soul and you’ll always have a piece of my grace. Finally, there’s the joining of bodies. It doesn’t have to be as sexual as it sounds.”
“Really?” you ask, “Because it sounds pretty sexual to me.”
“You have to smell like me so other angels will know you belong to me,” Gabe says, “That came out wrong. I just have to get my scent on you. That sounds worse.” Gabe’s face becomes red as he becomes more and more flustered. “We can just cuddle,” Gabe says quickly.
“So that’s it?” you ask.
“Yeah,” Gabe answers simply.
“I thought it would be more involved than that,” you admit, “But that doesn’t sound so bad.”
“If we did bond, I’d be able to feel everything you can feel,” Gabe says, “Every sense, every emotion. I’d be able to feel your pain half a universe away. That way, I could protect you even when we’re not together.”
“Is that all it is?” you ask, “Just protection, or is there something more involved?”
“More?” Gabe asks in return.
“You know, like feelings and stuff,” you clarify. Gabe laughs before answering.
“Bonding with me won’t change how you feel about me,” Gabe tells you, “You don’t have to like me in order for us to bond. It helps, but it’s not necessary. All I need is your consent.” You pause for a moment before continuing.
“I want to do it,” you say, “Ok, that doesn’t sound right either, but you know what I mean. I want to bond with you.”
“You’re sure?” Gabe asks, sitting up straighter in his chair.
“Yeah,” you answer, “I think so.”
“‘I think so,’ isn’t good enough,” Gabe says, “I need you to be absolutely sure. Once we do this, it can’t be undone. Take a few more days to think about it. I don’t want you making any rash decisions.”
***
Your decision wasn’t rash, you knew that now. The more your thought it over, the more you knew without a doubt that you loved him and you wanted to bond to him. You weren’t afraid to give him access to your soul, not anymore, because you trusted him more than you had ever trusted anyone. The thing he wanted most was to protect you and you knew he’d never hurt you.
When you tell Gabe that you’re sure of your decision, you can’t help but notice the way his face lights up like you’d made him the happiest man on Earth. It doesn’t take him long to ask Cas for help conducting the ceremony and he happily agrees. Sam and Dean are only too happy to see you bonding to Gabe, knowing that you’ll finally be safe even when you’re alone.
The boys leave you to get ready for the ceremony. You knew it wasn’t a wedding, but you couldn’t help but see it like one. After this, Gabe would be a part of you and you’d be a part of him. You weren’t sure if he wanted to bond with you out of love or obligation, but honestly, you hoped for the former. You decide to try and dress up a little bit for the ceremony, choosing a nice dress to wear, taking more care with your hair and makeup than you normally would. Sam is the one to get you when everything is set up. “Wow,” Sam says as you open the door, “You look nice.”
“Oh, thanks,” you say, “I know it’s not much, but I thought I’d try to look decent.”
“Well you look amazing,” Sam says, making you blush. You walk with him down the hall, his eyes watching the way you wring your hands nervously. “He likes you, you know,” Sam tells you.
“You think so?” you ask.
“I know so,” Sam answers with a gentle smile, “You don’t have a thing to worry about.”
“Hey Sugar,” Gabe says, drawing your attention away from Sam. He stands by the library table, Dean and Cas on the other side. The table is littered with candles, a large bowl in front of Cas and two smaller ones on either side with an angel blade lying beside each of them. “I feel underdressed,” Gabe says, playing with the zipper of his green jacket, “You look beautiful.”
“You look perfect,” you tell him, making his cheeks turn light pink. “So, um, how does this work?” you ask, timidly walking closer to the table. Gabe extends his hands to you and you take them, letting him guide you to stand in front of him.
“We’ll start with the joining of blood like I described,” Gabe says as Sam takes his spot across the table from you, “Are you still sure you want to do this?” his thumbs run across the tops of your trembling hands.
“Yes,” you answer, “It’s just nerves.” Gabe nods and gives you a gentle smile. “Cas, I think we’re ready,” Gabe prompts him, encouraging him to begin the ceremony.
“Sam, Dean, if you would,” Cas says, gesturing to the two angel blades on the table.
“I need your hand,” Sam says quietly. You nod, swallowing thickly as you give Sam your left hand, still holding Gabe’s hand tightly with your right. At the same time, Dean grabs Gabe’s hand, a little less gentle than Sam is with you. Both boys drag the tips of the angel blades across your hand and Gabe’s, blood welling to the surface. You wince at the pain and Gabe squeezes your hand for comfort.
Sam guides your hand to one of the smaller bowls, letting your blood drip into it; Dean does the same for Gabe. “That will do,” Cas says. Sam grabs a cloth and wraps it around your hand to stop the blood from flowing freely. Cas grabs the two small bowls, reciting some words in Enochian as he pours the contents of the two bowls into the larger bowl.
The blood doesn’t all flow to the bottom as you would’ve expected. Instead, it flows in two small streams, Gabe’s and yours, which twist and swirl together to create an intricate pattern across the surface of the bowl. When all of the blood has been transferred into the larger bowl, it catches fire. You jump at the sudden flare of light and Gabe squeezes your hand, letting you know everything is alright.
When the blaze goes out, Cas reaches for your hand and Gabe’s, removing the cloths. This time instead of blood oozing from the wound, there’s a bright light shining through the cut. The light from your hand shines pure white, Gabe’s is golden. Cas takes your hand and Gabe’s, holding them side by side. As he speaks, the light seeps out of your hand and twists around your wrist and Gabe’s, his grace doing the same before the light falls in streams into the bowl. The lights twist and swirl together, just as the blood had done, your soul and his grace combining into one.
Cas places your hand on top of Gabe’s, cuts facing, and guides them into the bowl. Gabe’s fingers intertwine with yours as the light seeps back into your hand and Gabe’s and with Cas’ final word, the light disappears. You can feel Gabe’s grace healing the cut on your hand as soon as the ceremony is over.
“How do you feel?” Gabe asks, his fingers gently tracing the scar on your hand.
“Different,” you answer, “Sort of powerful and, I don’t know, tingly?”
“That’s my grace settling into your body,” Gabe explains, “Why does everything I say sound perverted?”
“‘Cause you’re a pervert,” you laugh. You can practically feel Sam and Dean rolling their eyes.
“This next part is a little more private,” Gabe says before turning to the other three, “In other words, adios.” Gabe snaps his fingers and the next thing you know, you find yourself in your room. You stumble and Gabe catches you as you land.
“So, um, the joining of bodies part?” you ask timidly.
“Yeah,” Gabe says, “I’ll let you get changed so you’ll be a little more comfortable.”
“Thanks,” you say as you become a little more steady. Gabe gives you a smile before turning around and walking towards the other side of the room.
“You know, I’ve never really noticed this poster before,” he says, trying to pick a random topic. You could tell he was nervous from the way he babbled on about the picture. As Gabe talks, you reach behind you and undo your zipper, letting your dress fall to the floor. You unhook your bra and shimmy out of your panties before removing your jewelry. Shuffling your clothing to the side, you cross your arms across your chest and stand in the exact spot where Gabe had left you.
“Gabe, I’m ready,” you say, ending his rambling mid sentence. Gabe turns to face you, his eyes going wide as he takes in your naked body.
“Y/N, when I said comfortable, I meant pajamas,” Gabe says, swallowing thickly as he tries to keep his eyes on yours.
“Oh,” you say, “I thought … It’s just … Do you not want me?” You sink in on yourself, embarrassed.
“It’s not that,” Gabe says, moving towards you, his hands coming to rest on your upper arms. “There’s a part to bonding I didn’t tell you about because I didn’t think you wanted it,” he explains, “I thought you just wanted this for protection.”
“I was stupid,” you say, trying to turn away, but Gabe won’t let you.
“Y/N, do you really want to be with me?” he asks.
“Gabe, I know I was rude to you when we first met,” you begin, “I was afraid that you wanted access to my soul for some nefarious reason, but I was wrong. Gabe, after I got to know you, I started trusting you and at some point I fell in love and -” Gabe cuts you off.
“I love you too,” he tells you.
“You do?” you ask.
“Have from the second I started protecting you, which I’ll admit was before you even met me,” Gabe says.
“Wait, were you stalking me?” you ask playfully.
“No,” he answers, “I was protecting you, completely different.” You can’t help but laugh at him.
“I want to be with you Gabe,” you tell him and he can’t stop the smile from spreading across his lips. You let your hands fall away from yourself and you fist them into his jacket, pulling him closer as you lean in press your lips to his. Gabe’s arms slide around you as he kisses you, holding you to him.
“There’s something I have to tell you first,” Gabe says, breaking the kiss.
“What is it?” you ask, placing kisses along his jaw and down his neck. His Adam’s apple bobs beneath your lips.
“It’s called claiming and it takes bonding one step further,” Gabe explains, “An angel who sleeps with the human they bonded to claims them as their own. Not only will I want to protect you, I’ll become … possessive.”
“I’m ok with that,” you tell him, your hands slipping beneath his jacket.
“You have to be sure,” Gabe tells you, “If we do this, the only one I’ll ever want is you.”
“I want you Gabe,” you assure him, “Only you.” Gabe’s hands press against your back and explore your body. “Please,” you tell him, tugging at his jacket. Gabe reacts quickly, shrugging his jacket from his shoulders before unbuttoning his wine colored shirt.
You run your hands down his chest, kissing the exposed skin as he removes the rest of his clothing, the articles piling up on the floor. “I know you don’t feel the same connection to me that you would feel to your archangel,” Gabe says, but you stop him right there.
“You are my archangel,” you tell him.
“I’m really not,” he says, “It was supposed to be one of my brothers protecting you, not me.”
“Maybe so,” you say, “But you’re the one who showed up. You’re not protecting me because you were supposed to; you’re here because you want to be.”
“True,” Gabe says, “But …”
“No Gabriel,” you tell him, “You are my archangel and I wouldn’t change that for the world.” Gabe smiles like you’d just given him the world before pressing his lips to yours roughly. You slide your hands against his skin, memorizing every line of his body as he maps out your mouth with his tongue.
Gabe’s hands explore your body as well, his grace leaving trails of warmth across your skin. “I love you,” he mumbles against your lips as you lead him to your bed. Falling back against the sheets, you guide Gabe above you and wrap your legs around his waist. You pull him down against you, his hard cock prodding your damp core. Gabe groans and breaks the kiss before he begins leaving kisses down your body, his teeth nipping gently at your skin.
You moan as he laves his tongue over your nipple and sucks the hardened bud between his lips. Your fingers thread through his hair as he draws your nipple out between his teeth, his other hand coming up to massage your neglected breast. The way Gabe touches and kisses you has your back arching and your toes curling, your core aching for friction.
“Gabe, I need you,” you moan, tugging his hair gently.
“I’m right here Sugar,” Gabe teases, a wicked smirk on his lips. He leaves a trail of kisses across the valley between your breasts before sucking your other nipple between his lips. You squirm and writhe beneath him, begging him for more. Gabe continues teasing you, slowly kissing his way back up your body as he settles above you. “Tell me one more time that you want this,” Gabe says, “I have to be sure.”
“You are my archangel Gabriel,” you tell him, cupping his cheek, “And I want you.” Gabe smiles before leaning in to kiss you, his hands twisting into your hair. You rest one hand against the base of his neck, your other hand sliding down his back.
“My prophet,” Gabe mumbles against your lips. One of his hands slides down your body and hooks behind your knee, drawing your leg high around his waist. With a shift of his hips, he lines himself up with your entrances and slides into you easily, stretching and filling you.
“Gabriel,” you gasp as he settles himself inside you. He gives you a moment to adjust before he sets a slow, intense pace. The feeling is unlike anything you’d ever experienced. You moan as Gabe moves against you and inside you, but on top of that, you can feel his grace skimming your skin and radiating throughout you.
You clutch at his skin and wrap your leg tightly around his waist, pulling him in deep with each thrust. “My prophet,” Gabe whispers again, his fingertips dipping into the skin of your thigh. You lift your hips from the bed, matching his pace as he begins to move faster. His name falls from your lips again and again like a prayer.
“I love you,” you moan as Gabe nestles his face into the crook of your neck. He hums and kisses your neck.
“I love you too,” he answers. His grace concentrates on certain parts of your body almost as if a second pair of hands and lips are touching and kissing every inch of you. Gabe shifts his hips, making you moan loudly as he enters you at a new angle, his cock sliding against your g-spot with each thrust. “Oh, Y/N,” he groans, his cock throbbing against your walls.
Your back arches from the bed and your toes curl as pressure builds in your stomach, your walls growing tight around him. “Gabriel,” you moan. You dig your fingertips into the skin of his shoulders, fighting to hold on as he draws you closer and closer to the edge. Gabriel groans praises for you, his thrusts becoming erratic.
“Gabriel,” you cry out in pleasure as your walls clamp down around him. You cling to him, relishing in the way his muscles tense beneath your fingers.
“Y/N,” Gabe shouts as he tumbles over the edge with you. His cock pulses hard as he spills himself deep inside you. He presses his lips to yours hard, consuming you.
You felt connected to him, heart, body, and soul, with every fiber of your being. It was almost as if you could feel his pleasure on top of yours. He wasn’t meant for you and you weren’t meant for him, but that didn’t stop you from falling for him anyway. “I love you,” you whisper as you begin to come down from your high, “My archangel.”
Gabe props himself up above you, whiskey colored eyes taking in ever little detail of your face. “Whichever of my brothers is your real archangel would kill me if he knew what I’d just done,” Gabe says, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone.
“Why?” you ask gently.
“Archangels are forbidden from bonding with another archangel’s prophet,” Gabe explains, “Since bonding is forbidden, claiming another archangel’s prophet is unspeakable. My brothers would kill me if they knew.”
“They won’t touch you,” you promise him.
“Look at you,” Gabe laughs playfully, “Since when did you start protecting me?”
“Since the moment you became my archangel,” you tell him. Gabe kisses you once more as he pulls himself from you gently and moves to lie beside you.
“Gabe?” you begin as you snuggle up against him, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close.
“Yes?” he asks, prompting you to continue.
“I’m glad it was you,” you tell him.
“Honestly, so am I,” Gabe says, carding his fingers through your hair.
“I love you Gabriel,” you mumble sleepily.
Gabe looks down at you lovingly, whispering, “I love you too Sugar.”