Invisible Touch

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Characters: Gabriel, Reader, Sam, Dean, Cas (teensiest hint of Destiel snuck itself in there, oops 😉 )

Warnings: none, just some cutesy set-up, Sam being a lil shit cuz he knows what's up.

"She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah. She reaches in, grabs right hold of your heart"

He could hear the music drifting through the halls of the bunker and knew it must be coming from the library as the boys and his brother were out on a case and you had decided to stay behind and do any needed research from the bunker.

-Yesterday-

You had been running yourself ragged for the past month, going from case to case with hardly a day or in-between. So, when Sam found a Vamp case out in Ohio yesterday, you asked if they thought they could handle it on their own. You wanted to take some time to recharge and this was the perfect opportunity.

You had been in your room reading when Sam came to let you know they were heading out. "We should be back in about three days" he said, poking his head through the open door. "I'll give up or Gabriel a call if something happens."

"Gabe?" You looked up from your book at that. "He's not going with you guys?"

"No. He said he wasn't feeling up to it right now." Sam threw you one of his signature bitch-faces and rolled his eyes. "Though honestly, I think he's just being lazy. It's not like his Grace is low at the moment. Anyways, I told him how you were staying back too, and that you wanted to catch up on some rest. He said he would make sure not to bother you."

You barely heard anything Sam was saying through the buzzing in your ears that had started after he had mentioned that Gabriel would be staying too. You were trying to keep back the blush you could feel rising to your cheeks. So much for relaxing, you thought to yourself. How could you relax knowing you were all alone with a certain whiskey-eyed archangel? An archangel you just happened to be head-over-heels for. Now you just felt like spending the next few days hiding out in your room, trying to avoid Gabriel. It was just too hard to focus on anything else but him whenever you found yourself around him. The few times the two of you were in same room alone, you became flustered and an awkward silence would fall between you. Every time, you were sure he could hear your heart rate spike, sure he could see every little fidget you made, though he never mentioned it. That, at least, you were grateful for. If he sensed any difference in your composure, he didn't bring it up.

Alternatively, that fact also made you certain he didn't reciprocate your feelings. He seemed the type who would have teased you endlessly about it if he had felt anywhere near the same way. Sure, he would throw the random eye-waggle your way whenever he made a pun or slipped some innuendo into the conversation when the guys were around, but when you were alone with him, it almost seemed like he would purposefully avoid making eye contact with you. Most times, he would find some excuse to leave the room after a few minutes of silence.

You are jolted out of your heart-sinking reverie when Sam's voice suddenly cuts through the fog of self-doubt in your mind.

"Y/N", Sam questions in a concerned tone. "You okay?"

You shake your head slightly to clear it of your brooding thoughts. "Yeah, I-I'm fine. Just having a hard time staying awake. Let me come say goodbye to Dean and Cas, then I can crash for the night."

You wearily pulled yourself up from the bed and followed Sam out to the bunker's foyer where Dean and his blue-eyed angel stood near the stairs. Tired as you were, you couldn't forgo giving each of them a hug and the standard "good luck". You gave Dean and Cas a quick hug and turned to do the same with Sam, when he suddenly pulled you into a nearly bone-crushing squeeze that lasted a few seconds longer than usual.

"Oof! Easy there, Moose, I want to sleep but I don't want to pass out from lack of oxygen. What was that for, anyways?"

"Oh, nothing. Just thought you needed it," he responded, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. You didn't notice his eyes quickly dart towards the dimly lit hallway before he reached his hand out to your cheek. His thumb briefly caressed your jaw as he leaned in and softly placed a kiss on your nose.

As he pulled back, you thought you saw movement out of the corner of your eye, but when you turned your head to look, there was nothing there. Still, you had the odd feeling of being watched. Flexing your shoulders in an attempt to shake off the shiver travelling up your spine, you looked back up at Sam, a silent question in your eyes.

"You can be so odd sometimes Sam, sweet as pie, but odd. Now, you three stay safe out there and if it turns out to be more than you thought, call me right away."

You leaned against the railing as you watched the hunters and the angel walk up the stairs and out the door. When the door softly thudded closed behind them, you went to make sure all the appropriate wards were still in place. As you walked down the hallway back to your room, you felt that primordial, 'I'm being watched' shiver course up your spine again. You whirled around to see if someone was there, but of course, the hallway was still empty.

"Get a grip, Y/N. No one's here; you're just imagining things 'cause you've been up way too long. You just need sleep. Eight solid hours of glorious slumber and you'll be right as rain." You mumbled to yourself, trying to rid your mind of that feeling.

You continued through the bunker to your door without incident. Forgetting for the moment the fact that Gabriel could return at any given moment, you left the door open behind you as you flopped unceremoniously onto your bed. You had showered just a couple hours ago and changed into sweats and an over-sized shirt you had borrowed from Sam, so you felt no need to go through the process again. You barely had the sense of mind to scramble awkwardly under your covers before you finally succumbed to that sweet relief of unconsciousness.

You never even heard the soft rustle of wings outside your door, nor saw the shadow that lingered in your doorway as the light of the hall seeped into your room.