What are you drawing?

Gabriel x Reader (Slight invasion of privacy)

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"What are you drawing?"

"Nothing"

"Then why do you keep looking at me while you're doing it?"

"I'm just looking up"

"No you're not" Gabriel sang, a brilliant, wide grin spreading across his face.

You laughed, "Do you really think I'd feed your ego by actually drawing you?"

"Well duh, you're so obviously in love with me - makes sense" he conjured a lollipop into his hand and started unwrapping it.

"Oh, of course, sure" you rolled your eyes, putting on a mocking voice, you said, "Gabriel I'm so in love with you, I stare at you all the time and draw pictures of you in my good sketch book, aww" you stuck out your tongue.

"Let's see then" he said, crossing the room.

"No" you scoffed, shutting your sketchbook.

"Why not?"

"My eyes only" you teased, tucking the book behind your back and putting your pencil down on the table beside you.

"Oh come on" he grinned, he had that excitable look in his eyes as he came closer.

"Not a chance, Gabe" you stood up just a tiny bit, so you could put your book on the seat of the chair and sat on top of it.

Gabriel stood right in front of you, lollipop in his mouth, leaning one hand on each arm of the chair you were sitting in, "You know you wanna"

"Do I really?" you laughed, folding your arms.

"Come oooooonnnnnnnnn" he whined, getting in your face.

You grinned, "Come on, Gabe - you know we're just as stubborn as each other. Give it up"

"I will never give it up, Sweet Cheeks" he winked then he was gone.

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~ that night ~

Gabriel appeared at the end of your bed, silently, a cheeky, eager grin on his face. Quiet as a mouse, he started searching around your room. He'd be so dead if you found him.

It took a little while but eventually he found the sketchbook you'd had eariler… then another one, and another - three identical sketchbooks, each with a date scrawled in the bottom right hand corner of the cover. Curiosity got the better of him.

He picked up the oldest one and opened it, slowly flicking through. To start with it was just every day things; a chair, the outside of a bar, a glass. They were all really good. Then as he continued pictures of the Impala came up, then of Sam, and Dean, and Cas, of the Bunker. Gabriel would never admit it, but seeing the drawings of Sam, Dean and Cas made him jealous - maybe you'd not be drawing him at all. The rest of the first book continued the same way, so did the first quarter of the second one - then there was the first drawing of him. It was vague, very sketchy, but easily recognisable as himself. His eyes went wide.

There were a few more pictures the same as the ones before, then there was another of him, clearer, more defined. As he continued there were more, and more, and more.

By the time he was three pages into the third book, every picture was of him - different angles, different settings, different expressions. Each picture becoming more and more perfect… as if you'd been practicing.

This wasn't what he'd been looking for, not what he'd expected. It brought a blush to his cheeks and a fluttering in his stomach. He'd never thought you… not for him… you'd never return his… feelings…

You stirred in your sleep and he jumped.

Quickly the books were returned to where he'd found them, his heart racing a little. He couldn't help but look at you and smile. You liked him. Now all he needed to do was get you to admit it.