Supernatural x Reader Imagines [COMPLETED]

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Trigger Warning: Bullying

You walked through the crowded hallway of the school that only brought you hell. Sure you were smart, one of the smartest in fact, but that didn't seem to change anything. It only seemed to make it worse.

The others used you. They made fun of you. Everyday as soon as you walked into the school, somebody would come up to you, slam your books down and out of your arms, and call you a name.

Whenever you walked through the halls, people would purposely shove and trip you, and not a single soul ever helped you.

There was only one thing that you could depend on: Books.

All these people in the fantasy worlds, going on adventures, meeting new people. You envied them.

Sure they got into trouble, but the trouble always ended somehow, and with a good ending. And that's what kept you going. You knew that one day you would find someone to get you out of the deep, dark hole you were in, and lead you into a better life. Someone like the people you read about; someone wonderful.

You finally got to class, after being pushed around for what seemed like hours, though it was only ten minutes. You weren't going to tell anyone that. It would just make everything worse.

"Finally," you said to yourself, quiet enough for no one else to hear, "last period, you just got to get through one more class, (Y/N), just one more class." you motivated yourself.

The bell rang as soon as you sat down in your seat, a desk in the very last row so no one could shoot spitballs at you or put some sort of shit in your backpack. You're last class was history, and God was it boring. It was never really your thing, and the teacher acted like she didn't have a soul. You forced yourself to pay attention, but you kept dozing off, and started to daydream. Suddenly you snapped back to reality, because someone was calling your name. You jerked you head to the direction of the noise. It was Mrs. Combington, the teacher.

"(Y/N), answer the question," she said forcefully, on the brim of snapping already. God, what was the question? You thought to yourself. The other students began to lightly laugh as your cheeks reddened. Combington continued to talk. "I'm sorry, what was that?" She put her and to her ear as if she was trying to block out noise that wasn't even there and focus on you. You were frozen, you couldn't move, you couldn't think. Mrs. Combington was the kind of person who just sits there, staring at you, waiting for an answer.

"I-I don't k-know," you said in the slightest whisper, "I don't know what the question was." You spitted it out, and just as Mrs. Combingham was about to throw a fit the bell rang, and you were the first out of class. You headed for the stairwell, but were cut off by a group of kids from your class.

"Looks like nerd turned into a dumb shit today!" One of them teased. God, their insults sucked, and you had had enough of them. You had had enough of this school. You shoved past them, and ran to the front door, tears beginning to form in your eyes. You ran all the way to the park a couple of blocks from your school, your lungs now burning. You slumped down on a bench and covered your face with your hands, trying not to let loud sobs escape from your mouth.

The park was empty except for a man. He was just wandering around, like he was bored out of mind. He had medium length brown hair, tawny eyes, and he wore a swampy green jacket over a dark button up shirt with jeans. He apparently noticed your crying, because he immediately came over and sat with you. Without hesitation, he embraced you in a hug, wanting to comfort you.

"Shh, Shh, it's okay, it's okay." He patted you on the back, and you continued to cry until you felt that you had used up all you tears. You looked up at the man with your tear streaked face, and tried to grin, thanking him for sitting with you. He understood, and grinned back at you. The man pulled out of the embrace, and waved his hand in the air. Out of nowhere, a huge, rainbow colored lollipop appeared, and you gasped. He handed it to you, and by that time, you were slightly smiling.

"For you, sweetheart," he said, handing the lollipop to you and wiping your tear streaked cheeks with his thumb. You gratefully took the candy and let out out a weak "Thank you."

"My name's Gabriel, call me Gabe," he said, looking down at you.

"(Y/N)," you said, looking up at him. "And, just wondering, how did that lollipop appear in thin air?"

"Uh, you could say it was magic," Gabe said, smiling. You laughed, for the first time in a long time. "So, um, why were you sad?" He asked affectionately. You looked down at your lap, remembering the events that happened a while ago.

"Oh, at my school, people always tease me and I've just had enough of it. It's been going on for what seems like forever. Even though they have the worst freaking insults, it still somehow gets to me." Gabriel's look of sympathy turned to anger.

"Those dickbags! (Y/N), I am not going to let anyone ever hurt you again, verbally or physically. Never again." he once again embraced you, and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

At that moment, you knew that you had found the person you had been looking for all this time. The person that would help lead you into a better life. You had finally found him, and for once, you were happy.