Literature
Gabriel x Winchester!Reader - Monthly Problems
“Need any more Advil over there, [name]?”
“Please…”
You blearily looked up from where you were lying face down on the couch, a hot water bottle pressed against your aching stomach. Dean smiled, throwing the packet over, which you took two from; downing them down with [fav alcohol], true Winchester style.
It was at this point the door to the bunker opened, Sam coming down the stairs, holding a carrier bag.
“Beer for Dean, and sweet stuff for [name].” he said, taking the respective items out the bag and throwing them over to you.
You dived for the chocolate, demolishing it before realising halfway