, 17 
Okay, straight to the point: this is my formal goodbye to reader inserts. During the last months I have started to feel less comfortable with writing this kind of fics, and I therefore decided to stop taking requests (at least for a while). I don’t know if this goodbye will be forever; for now, I will stick to normal fics, but… who knows, heh? Future.
Anyway, this has been a very important part of my last year: I have loved writing for you and will always have a good memory of when, instead of following my classes, I just scribbled on my pad, super-happy about my new requests.
Enjoy! ~
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And, for advertisement purposes, my fics:
Characters: Chuck Shurley, Gabriel
Words: 1029
Summary: Gabriel and Chuck are reunited for the first time since Gabriel left. And it’s been an awful, awful lot of time.
Warnings: Sabriel references plus chick flick moments. The fic is also part of this series, but it’s not necessary to read the other fics to understand this one. For my opinion on Gabriel’s timeline, see this post.
Note: First work in this series that doesn’t revolve around child/teen!Gabriel. Family feels are now the only constant left in the series. Over and out. Bzz.
Bright spot number one of joining a Supernatural convention was the opportunity of not getting noticed even while walking across the corridor with an angel sword in each hand. Sure, people did look at him, and probably even too much, but it was usually to object to the facture of what they thought was a cosplay - of course the choice of clothing was out of character, of course – and luckily not to call the police or anything. If they’d known that those swords were as real as the Archangel that stood in front of them, of course, they would have sucked it up and shut their cake holes at once. The thing, though, was the fact that Gabriel had barely noticed the annoying stares that people kept throwing at him, because there was a definitely most important nuisance to take care of in that place.
His antenna had, in fact, started buzzing like a metal detector in a hardware store, and that had been the only reason why he’d chosen to join the parade. Not that he didn’t have a rushing desire to come back in a female!Dean costume, though, mind him. But it didn’t happen often that his angel radar detected such a powerful creature anywhere near him. Never, at least, since he’d left the Pagan Gods Saturday Club. But even the better of them, then again, would have hardly been as powerful as whoever-that-was he’d spotted in the place, and that surely did scare the hell out of him.
