(Gabriel x reader): Wife to an archangel pt.3

A moment later, you and your Archangel were now in a lavish hotel room. It was wide and beautiful with the finest looking furniture you had ever seen. The warm and comforting scent of roses filled your senses and made you tingle. They were your favorite after all. There was a buffet of sweets and tasty pastry’s on the long table in the kitchen area, at the end of the table a large bottle of champagne in the bucket, and two glasses.  You smiled at the archangel who was still holding you, and finally placed you down.

“Wow! This place is amazing, Gabriel! Where are we anyway?” you asked your husband and he pointed to the window to the balcony as it opened by itself. You walked out to the window and beheld the sight of where you are. You were in Rome, the enteral city of Italy. You gazed in adoration at the city which you had always wanted to go to, and just got lost in the sight of its beauty. “Oh my Gosh! I can’t believe this! The city is even more beautiful than I imagined!”

“Well, what do you expect out of a honeymoon, sweetheart?” He now snuck up behind you and placed his arm around your shoulders. You jolted from his touch and turned around to face him. A cold breeze comes at you and shiver form it touching your skin. Gabriel notice this and rubbed your arms. “You must be cold. Come on, gorgeous.” He led you back inside the hotel room and placed you to the couch, while he went to go get something sweet for you to eat. He returned with a plate full of the delicious food laid out on the table and two glasses of champagne. As you took the plate from him, Gabriel noticed that your hand had still been bleeding. The cloth from Sam’s shirt was starting to show the blood from the ritual before. “You hand is still bleeding, darling. I’ll take care of that.” he sat on the couch beside you and took your hand.  Gabriel slowly took the cloth off of your hand, to reveal the cut you had made earlier. He placed his hand your palm and in an instant it was healed.  “There you go, beautiful.”

“Thank you, Gabriel.” You thanked him and then snuggled into him, and he placed an arm around you. He placed the appetizing food in front of you and told to dig in. As you eat the food, you wounded on the question that had haunted your thoughts since the moment you found out you were married to Gabriel. “Hey, Gabe?” You asked so innocently, and he glanced back at you with those beautiful golden eyes staring into your (e/c) one’s with adoration.

“Hmm?” He asked softly, holding you closer to him. You were afraid to him, worrying about the answer he might give, but he was waiting for you to speak your mind and you didn’t want to make him wait.

“I hear there is a law that forbids angel and human relationships. That if an angel falls for a human, he gets his grace taken from him, his wings torn off and fall, like Lucifer did.” You asked your husband and you could feel his heart racing at the question, and his eyes grew wider at you. Any blind man could see that he was worried, and you knew it.

“Yes, it is forbidden.” He answered darkly and he swallows nervously. You started to tear up in your eyes, worried for your archangel’s safety. “The reason why is because of the enochian Marriage ceremony.”

“But why?” you asked in a very fearful tone, hoping that you not have endangered your husband because of Sam’s misinterpretation of the spell.

“Because it was making humans immortal. Humans were supposed to perish and die, not live the way angels do. So my father, decided to forbid any romantic relationships between humans and angels. He had my brother, Michael, kill any human that any angel had married and torn the grace from the angels. Any information about the marriage spell was lost forever, only the archangels have any knowledge of it.”

Now you were even more worried. You had finally got Gabriel back, and know you were at risk of losing him again. He could very well lose his grace because of his marriage to you, a human. Gabriel saw the tears come down your face, knowing that you were terrified that it would end up the same for you. He stroked your back in a circuliar motion, and comforted you with his soothing touch.

“Gabriel! What if this was a mistake!?” you cried in his shoulder and your hands were clutched onto his button dress shirt. “What will happen if the Host finds out!? I don’t want you to lose your grace and be cast out because of me!” your tears started to stain his shirt, but you just continued to cry on his shoulder. “I don’t want to lose you again! I just can’t!” As he listened to your sobs, he realized on how much he hated to see you in such pain. Maybe it was the fact that he was an angel and reviled to see good people suffer. However the case, he had to calm you down. He pulled you away for a moment, and cupped his hands on your face and forced your gaze onto his own.

“(Name), you listen to me, and you listen well. I love you, no matter what law that my father, brother or the Host may set in place. They are not going to rip me of my grace and they are not going to take you away from me. I will protect you with every ounce of my power that resides in me. You are my wife now, and I will do my solemn duty to take care of you, love you, and guard you, no matter what.” He spoke with such gravity and boldness, you wonder if this was the real Gabriel. Had he changed? Or had he always cared about you this way? But that didn’t matter now, you just knew he was telling the truth as he began to kiss you once more. The kiss between you was even more passionate, hungry than anything you both had shared, and you had plenty. He pulled you closer to his chest and you in turn wrapped his arms around his neck. His kiss was starting to grow more and more desperate with each passing second, until Gabriel could not take it anymore.
     
 He broke away the kiss, and stood onto his feet. He pulled you up into his arms bridal style like before, and carried you to the bedroom. He kicked to door open and made you giggled like a little girl. The room had dozens of candles that were light up by gentle flames. The king sized bed had exquisite, soft looking white comforter with quite a few fluffy pillows. The bed had hundreds of rose petals of different colors covering it. Gabriel gently laid you down on the bed, and went over to the windows to close the curtains, and then turned his longing gaze at you. He jumped on the bed and crawled right on top of you. You both stared at each other with intense passion and love in your eyes, and you again wrapped your arms around his neck one more time. He started to place soft kisses on your neck, which made you tingle from his breath on your skin.

“So, ready to seal the deal, sweetheart? Because to be honest, I have been wanting to do this for a very long time.” He purred between kisses on your neck. In truth, you were nervous about what was about to happen. Your heart pounded so fiercely, you worried that you might have a stroke. Gabriel stopped the feathery kisses to your neck and he noticed the anxiety in your face. He knows you had never done this before, and had no idea of what it would be like. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around you, in a more reassuring way. “Don’t be, my beloved. It just you and me, that’s all there is. Nothing else matters, not the Winchesters, not my family, or anything else.” He kissed your forehead and suddenly started to unbutton his shirt, and shrugged it off of his shoulders, to reveal his sculpted form. You blushed so deeply at his perfected body, that your make a sun ripe tomato look pale in comparison. He chuckled at your blemish, and took you up to his level. You were both now kneeling on the bed. You had your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist.

“I love you, Gabriel, and that’s the only thing that matters to-” Was all you said when your husband attacked your lips and pounced on you so hard it knocked you both down on to the pillows. You giggled in between kisses as Gabriel began to undo your buttons on your shirt.

As for the rest, well that night had been filled such absolute ecstasy, Intimacy, passion, and tenderness, you both forgot about everything else.
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The sun began to creep through the curtain on the wind pane. It was now close to five in the morning, but the archangel was in no rush to rise from the bed. Not when his new bride was sleeping so soundly and peacefully. Gabriel laid flat on his back with you laying asleep on his chest. He stroked your bare soft back, gazing at you as you slumbered. You snuggled into the heavenly warrior’s arms and continued to sleep. As an angel, he didn’t need to sleep, however he loved relaxing beneath the covers. Especially when you were with him. It put him at ease and filled his heart with a sense of security. The gaping wound that was there was filled with love, for you. He pulled in your sleeping form closer, if it were even possible. Then, six golden wings spread out from his back and enveloped you in them, into a protective cocoon of golden soft feathers. He wrapped you in his arms tight and secure, safe. He kissed your forehead, and you stirred in his arms. He could hear you mumble in your sleep.

“Gabriel…” you softly murmured under your breath. He could see a smile creep up on your face and he grinned stroking your hair. He held his head back on the pillow, sighing in absolute bliss. He has you, and you have him. For time and all eternity

“(Name)… I love you. I’ll always be here. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, now and forever.” He kissed your forehead again. He looked down at you, adoring every last bit of you. Mind, body and soul. His wings twitched just a little, while trying to a just you to make you more comfortable. “Sleep well, my beautiful wife.”