Irma. 20. Aries. Lesbian. Dedicated Writer. Lover of music, books and Supernatural. Dean Winchester freak. Multi-shipper but very unhealthy obsession with Debriel. Mostly Supernatural, but many other fandoms: Vampire Academy/Bloodlines, Dark Angel, Six Feet Under, Spartacus, Buffy/Angel, Vampire Diaries, Walking Dead, Firefly, Longmire, Political Animals, LOTR/Hobbit, Reservoir Dogs, Iron Man. Introverted. Indecisive. Passionate. Open-minded, simple & friendly. Relatively new optimist with tons of love to give. Don't be afraid to say hello.
This is the best introduction of a character i’ve ever seen
And the song was perfect.
The whole scene gave me the craziest chills I’ve ever had
Commission based on this art.
(Debriel, ticklish!Dean, ticklish!Gabriel)
There’s been some hardcore procrastination lately, but I’m catching up.
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“Hey!” Dean jumped at the feeling of soft feathers brushing across his neck, and he turned around to bat at Gabriel’s wing. “Would it kill you to put those away and let me watch TV in peace?”
“And here I thought you loved my wings, Dean-o,” Gabriel said, his words filled with mock hurt.
“I like them just fine when they’re not constantly poking me,” Dean shot back, eyes returning to the television screen. In his peripheral he saw Gabriel stick out his tongue, and he snorted.
For a few moments they sat next to each other on the couch, the room filled with a blissful silence. Then Dean flinched as Gabriel’s wingtip trailed over the back of his neck once again, leaving behind goosebumps. “That’s it,” he exclaimed, grabbing hold of Gabriel’s wing. The archangel’s smirk turned to a frown.
“Hey, le-” Gabriel cut off with a squeak as Dean’s fingers dug into his wing, tickling in between the golden feathers. He jerked his wings back, but it was too late for Dean’s fingers, which had already jumped over to the base of Gabriel’s wings where they were wriggling rapidly in the soft, downy feathers. “Nahahahaha, DeheheheEEAN!” Gabriel’s voice rose to a shriek. “Stop stop stohohohohop-” He flailed around before managing to grab Dean’s hips.
“No!” Dean cried, immediately giving in to laughter as he buckled, trying futilely to shield his hips with his own hands. “Gahahabe, I swehehehehear-”
“Payback’s a bitch, Dean-o,” Gabriel said cheerfully, needing no recovery time before starting to mercilessly attack the rest of Dean’s weak spots. “And you’ll be getting plenty of it.”
Wohoo! Nice to have someone else there who gets the whole “idk why, but I had to”-thing.
Oh, I definitely get it. Any chance to write Debriel really. I think it’s so awesome that we signed up for both Debriel Mini Bang and now Gabriel Big Bang. I’m panicking but also secretly jumping up and down in joy too :)
Just signed up for the Gabriel Big Bang even though I only just finished the Debriel Mini Bang yesterday *sigh*
Definitely going to write Debriel though, and there can never be enough Debriel in the world. Gabriel too, of course.
Okay, yes, I am really excited.
It’s not blame that falls on you, Dean, it’s fate. The righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it.
You have to stop it.
Title: Don’t Let Me Get Too Deep
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Gabriel, Dean/OC, Sam/Castiel, Michael, Lucifer
Warnings: Adult language, torture and abuse, grace-bonding, suicidal thinking, alcohol abuse, minor blood and gore, references to sex, heavy angst
Word Count: 79,355
Summary: After Gabriel’s sacrifice, Dean can’t stop thinking or dreaming about him. When a hunt goes wrong, the archangel reveals himself not only to be alive, but also with the startling news that Dean is his charge. As if that weren’t enough, he claims that he accidentally grace-bonded with Dean while saving his life. It must be an accident too, because Dean knows there’s no way Gabriel would want anything to do with him if he had his own way. Full of self-loathing and guilt, Dean spends the next several months denying his complex relationship with Gabriel. Yet even when Dean accepts the archangel as both his guardian and his bond-mate, there are some who will do anything to dissect their bond and others who will stop at nothing to rip them apart in order to kick-start the apocalypse.
A/N: Written for Debriel Mini Bang.
Read on AO3.
The things I would fucking do
They both wake up, sitting immediately upright, reaching for weapons buried under pillows when they hear the noise.
"What the fuck?" Dean grumbles. They both get out of bed, padding silently across the room.
"It’s okay," a voice says from the darkness. "It’s just me."
"Cas?!" Sam asks incredulously. "What the hell?"
"I tried to appear in the dark," he explains. "I…misestimated and knocked over a lamp upon my landing."
"Why didn’t you angel mojo some lights on?" Dean asks, lowering his gun.
"Because last time I attempted that, I accidentally witnessed you and your brother having sex, and I would like to avoid that in the future."
Sam and Dean both blush, remembering the incident in question. “Right, uh…” Dean says. “We’re…going back to bed. To sleep, if you’re worried about your delicate angel sensibilities. Don’t break anything else.”