Supernatural Angel!Reader Insert 11

    Dean, Sam, and Castiel were slightly afraid of Gabe in his violent state. They eventually calmed him down enough by trying to reassure him that you'd be fine. And to their utter surprise, you came back to the Winchesters by yourself, as good as new. The others were scattered in different rooms, so you took the chance to scare Dean.

    "Hello, Dean," you said, mocking Castiel's voice and stood behind the man, who up until now had no idea you were there. He flinched and turned, glaring at you, but it only lasted a millisecond before he wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you in for a tight hug.

    "How'd you get back?" He asked and let go. You smirked, remembering what happened nearly an hour ago.

"Where you going?"

"I've got some. . .business to take care of," Crowley replied, pulling off bloodstained the latex gloves he wore. You watched as he left, and when he was just out of sight, you disappeared. You laughed at the fact that Crowley, the King of Hell, got the inscriptions wrong on the chair and cuffs. Of course, though, you weren't going to disappear while Crowley was with you. That would have been stupid.

You appeared in a coffee shop somewhere in Kansas, a few hours from where the boys' base was. After sitting still for a good thirty minutes to regain your energy, you sat up and walked in the direction of the base. Eventually, you got bored and decided to fly in the same direction, giving the few people around you a good scare.

"Gabe!" You greeted happily and went to greet the archangel who appeared a few seconds ago. He accepted your hug, but he didn't look as happy as you when you looked at his face. You knew that look from him well, since you weren't exactly the safest angel and he felt like he had to watch over you.

"What?" You asked sarcastically, standing back and crossing your arms. To Dean, it looked like Gabe was just glaring at you, but you heard him speak.

"How the hell did you get away from Crowley?! I was fucking worried."

"I could have gotten away a while ago. Crowley's 'angel cuffs' didn't exactly work. We've got at least a few hours before he finds out I'm gone and took some things with me."

"What things?"

"Well, I took his only angel blades and this stuff," you pulled out a small, glass bottle containing the 'not-so-holy water'.

"It's like holy water, only it's used on angels instead of demons. Almost killed me a good few times with it," you handed the bottle to Gabe and smiled as you could tell he was proud of you. You also handed the angel blades to Dean, who had no idea that you had just spoken.

"I'll explain later, Dean. Where's Sam and Cas?"

"Here," another voice replied from behind Dean, obviously scaring him enough to make him jump.

"Hey, Cassy!" You smiled and ruffled his hair, causing the annoyance to be clearly shown on his face. You ignored it and greeted Sam, too, giving him a tight hug.

"How'd you escape?" Sam questioned, glad that you were okay. You gave him a smirk and showed him a pair of cuffs that you stored safely in your pocket. They were covered in your own blood, but the features of the inscriptions stood out.

    "These are wrong," you explained. Sam studied them closely, despite the fact that your blood made it painful to look at. Castiel stared, too, trying to find what was wrong with them. You tried to hide the yawn that was making it's way out of your lips, but it still broke through. "Are you tired?" Sam asked, confused by the fact that angels didn't need sleep.

    "I've almost died several times and took out all the demons within ten miles of his base. Takes a lot of energy, you know." You reminded him and started in the direction of the spare room. No one said anything else until you were gone, but they were all glancing at each other, some with a confused look.
"Gabe, can you do that? Take out every demon in ten miles?" Dean asked, but Gabriel shook his head. Castiel was lost in his own thoughts about you, and didn't bother to listen to the conversation.

"What the hell, then?"

   "She. . .is an archangel, but I didn't know she is. . ." Cas trailed off. He knew exactly what was going on and so did Gabriel, but Gabe didn't want to admit it.
"(Y/n) was created by God for a specific purpose, either to protect something or. . .someone very important. Like archangels that are tied to prophets."

"Does she know?" Sam asked.

"Don't be stupid, of course she knows," Gabe replied, crossing his arms.

Meanwhile. . .

"Damn," Crowley looked around, every demon in a ten mile radius was dead (their eyes burned out of their heads of course). He was disappointed, but it was no surprise to him that you'd do something like this. Crowley was infuriated when he couldn't find his angel blades, yet he kept his cool.