Author's Note: Hello all, this is my first work! This is a Supernatural fic, if you couldn't tell, and also a Gabriel/OC story! I'll try to post a few chapters a week consistently. School will be a little challenging, but I'll try, and I will post an update in my profile information if I'm not able to post future chapters for a while.
Okay, enough of my rambling, on with the show!
DISCLAIMER: Supernatural, and all things affiliated with Supernatural do NOT belong to me. If they did, my OC would've been in it with the Winchesters at the start of the first season.
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It was raining.
And for once, Dominik Lunell wasn't happy about it. He'd just been out on a hunt, way out in Washington, investigating a case centered on ghosts, something pretty easy to handle. Or at least, it was before he'd gotten himself into a predicament.
In the house he was hunting in, the floor had caved in after he'd exterminated the ghost, effectively trapping his legs knee-deep in a bloody mess of wood and broken concrete. He was half-sure that his ankle was broken.
"Damn it," he groaned, and reluctantly pulled himself out of the hole, his ankle almost screaming in pain. He pulled off his boot and checked his ankle, seeing blood mixed with gravel and dirt, his skin ripped open from the splintery wood.
Yeah, definitely broken. Dom swore as he tried to walk, getting a few steps in before finally deciding that he'd need to call someone. He searched for his phone, which was always in his back pocket, and raked a hand through his sweaty black hair.
"Yeah, Garth?.. My ankle's broken, I can't walk.. No, I was on the hunt here in Washington and the floor of the house caved in- I just need you to get here, okay? Or send someone," he kept cutting Garth off, in a lot more pain than he thought could come from a broken ankle. When Garth said he was on his way, he hung up and let out the breath he'd been holding, realizing he'd need to get out to his car and wait.
He started to limp, putting barely any pressure on his injured leg, getting to the car in a matter of minutes. He'd parked a fair ways away, and he made a mental note to never park far away again.
Maybe a few hours later, Garth arrived with his first-aid kit, having come from just outside Washington, hitting the road at full speed. "Dom! Domino! Hey, let's see that ankle of yours!" Dominik heard the familiar, slightly higher pitched voice approaching him, and he huffed as the man came into his view. "Not even a hello, amigo? What, did the ghosties scare ya too much?" Garth joked, and the both of them laughed.
Dominik forced up his ankle, and Garth started to patch him up. "Hey, y'sure you'll be able to get back to the motel like this? I can drive you back," he started, but Dominik shook his head. 'Nah, I can get back just fine. After this though, I'm gonna have a drink," he murmured, and soon the job was done. "Hah, mind if I join you?" Garth asked, and Dominik nodded. "Might as well, you did patch me up," He said, and let out a gruff sound, getting in his car and slamming the door, driving off. Garth followed close behind, and soon, the two were drunk, hanging in the bar without a care.
It was raining.
And for once, Dominik Lunell was just a little content.
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Author's Note: Welp, there's the first chapter! A little short I'll admit, but don't worry! Things will get better. For now, Nixxe out!