Meet the Winchesters
"You all right there Sammy?" Dean asked his younger brother while driving him to school.
It was the first day of Sam's freshman year. His older brother Dean, was a senior. He loved his older brother but sometimes he was a handful. Sam and Dean moved around a lot for their Uncle's work. Both their parents died in freak accidents that the police never quite figured out when Sam was near 6 months old. Their uncle, Bobby, assumed custody and cared for the boys as if they were his own. He never let those boys think they were unloved. Bobby never really told the boys much about his job but they didn't really ask about it. No matter where they were, the boys watched out for each other, because they were family and that's all they had.
They lived in a good sized house with 3 rooms and a nice living and dining room, for now. Bobby promised they would stay here for at least the school year and if Dean wanted to, him and Sam could stay there while Sam finishes high school.
Sam and Dean walked into school and went into the main office to get their schedules. Sam had biology first period and Dean had Physical Education. They parted ways as the five minute bell rang.
Sam walked into Biology while the teacher was writing something on the board and sat at the only open table. There was a boy with too-long golden hair and eyes the same color. He had on a dark pull-over hoodie, jeans and black boots underneath. Sam looked over as Mr. What's His Face started class.
"Good Morning class, first I would like us all to welcome our new student, Mr. Winchester, would you like to say anything to the class?"
Sam got up from his seat and said, "I'm Sam, and I just moved here from Pontiac- Illinois with my brother and uncle," then sat back down.
"Illinois, nice. Thank you Sam. Today we will be doing a lab that deals with…"
Sam tried to focus but the beautiful boy sitting next to him had all his attention.
As soon as his teacher stopped talking, Sam came back to reality and realized he missed the entire thing. He nervously turned to the golden haired boy and asked, "Uh-um I sort of s-spaced out, what did he say?"
"Don't worry about it, we're doing a lab that tests your pulse. Just lie on the table for five minutes without doing anything." Sam reluctantly stood up when the boy laughed, "I'll let you know when its up, just lay there and close your eyes."
Sam waited and nearly fell asleep when the boy told him time was up and checked his pulse.
"Your pulse is nearly 76 bpm, my name is Gabe by the way. I'm going to take some notes, don't go anywhere." Sam could have sworn he winked at him.
"Could you tell me where I'm going after class?" Sam asked not having a clue where anything was located.
"Is that some sort of pick up line that people fell for in Illinois?"
"No. No. I didn't mean- I just- I have no idea where I'm going," Sam ended quietly.
"It's okay Sam, it was just a joke, course I'll help you. What class do you have next?"
"Geometry."
"That sucks, you have to go to the other side of the building. I'll take you. I have to go the direction anyways, Algebra II is over there."
"You're smart," Sam muttered.
The bell rang and Gabe walked him to Geometry. On the way, he saw Dean give him a quick wink when he saw him with Gabe. Gabe saw it because Dean is a lot of things but, inconspicuous, isn't one of them. Gabe just laughed and then grabbed Sam's hand as he pulled him through the crowded hallway.
"Here," Gabe had written something on a piece of paper and handed it to Sam.
"What's this?"
"My number. Call me if you need help with Geometry." Gabe winked and walked to Algebra II.
Sam didn't realize that Gabe was waiting outside the door for him to take him to his next class.
It went like that for the whole day and he even waited with him while Dean pulled up to the pick up line in the Impala.
"Got yourself a boyfriend already Sammy?" Dean teased as Sam got in the car.
"Shut up Dean, he might hear," Sam whispered the last part.
"I assure you, there is nothing going on." Gabe chimed in through Sam's window. Sam was so embarrassed and was glad Dean started to pull away.
"So Sammy, that boy?"
"Dean it was nothing, he was just showing me around. it's not like i had any idea where my classes were…" Sam trailed off.
"Sammy, it was a joke," Dean replied, getting up from the couch to get them something to eat.
"Hey D, can i ask you something?" Sam called into the kitchen.
"Yea, anything," Dean replied with a hint of worry in his voice.
"How did you know?"
"Know what Sam?" Dean walked back into the living room with two ham sandwiches.
"Never mind D."
"Sammy, you know you can tell me anything," Dean sat cross legged on the couch opposite Sam.
"Well, um, you just seem to be able to read people, like you did when we first met Uncle Bobby. I was just wondering, I mean, Gabe is pretty great from what I can tell, and I just…" Sam sort of trailed off when Dean interrupted.
"Sam, don't worry about it. I'll help you."
"Thank you." Sam leaned over and hugged Dean.
"You're welcome. Now go get your homework done before Uncle Bobby comes home so we can help him a bit."
With that, Sam went to his room to do his Biology homework. He didn't have a clue what he was studying because they hadn't got that far at his old school in Pontiac. He decided it wouldn't hurt to ask Dean, maybe he had learned it before.
"Dean! Can you come here? I need help with my biology!" Sam yelled to Dean the basement.
"Coming!" Dean shouted back upstairs.
"What's up Sammy?" Dean asked when he got into Sam's room.
"What does this mean?" Sam asked as he gestured to his text book.
Dean mumbled something inaudible and said quite frankly, "Sorry Sammy, I have no damn clue. What about that 'Gabe' guy?"
Sam blushed and Dean encouraged him to call.
"Okay but please, can I have some privacy?" Sam smirked and Dean winked as he left the room.