/So it's my first fanfic that I've shared with people other than my close friend so yeah, please be nice? I hope you like it, tell me if you do (or don't). Thanks and enjoy (I guess)... \\
The Virgin Mary was my big moment and that passed so quickly. I didn't think it went too bad I delivered the message it wasn't my business after that really. I guess you could say that I'm not the Big Shot that some humans think I am. There are more powerful angels than me, more intelligent ones. I guess you could say I'm nothing special for an angel; I deliver a couple of messages, watch the humans play out their own fates. Other angels don't really pay much attention to me, they go 'oh look its Gabriel again.' Yeah, I'm apparently lazy, all because freaking God chose me to sit there and watch humans for thousands of years on end. Yeah. I know, amazingly important and interesting. No one's asked me what I want to do...
Sam was staring out the window of the car, watching the world go by. Dean insisted on driving to school even though it's like a 15 minute walk. Sam sighs out of boredom. He knows that only reason drives is so he can show off his 'baby' as he calls the Impala. As Dean pulls into the school parking lot he tries to duck his head so no one looks at him, as Dean blasts as loud as he can his ACDC track. This was so embarrassing.
As soon as Dean stops the car, Sam gets out as fast as he can. He doesn't look back when Dean shouts "See ya then Sammy!" He can already hear the smirk in Dean's voice because he's successfully embarrassed Sam. Again. Books in hand and backpack slung on one shoulder, Sam quickly rushes to his locker.
Why does he have to do that? Can't he just go one day without trying his damnedest to humiliate me? He's such a pain in my ass. Sam was building up with anger inside with his inner monologue. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn't see his friends walk up to him. "Hey Sam." Jo greeted him placing a hand on his shoulder making him jump out of skin. "Jesus Christ!" Sam put his hand on his startled heart. "Nope. Just me, Jo." She smiled at him sweetly. Stood on either side of her was Chuck and Garth who both held in their giggles at Sam's reaction. Sam rolled his eyes and shut his locker.
"So, what's got you so riled up today then?" Chuck shyly asks as if it a really personal question. Sam looks down at him. Sam kind of stuck out like a sore thumb in the group as he was quite a few inches taller than them all. "Oh nothing, just Dean being a dick again." Sam smiles sweetly. Jo and Garth roll their eyes while Chuck nods understandingly, feeling the pressure of Sam's gaze. "You know Sam; if you keep staring at him like that I think Chuck might explode." Garth perked up on the other side of him. Sam turned to look ahead. "Sorry, Chuck I didn't realise I was glaring." Chuck shrugged. "It's okay." The four of them arranged where to meet for lunch before splitting off into their respective classes.
Sam sat in his usual seat at the back. Yay, Math. Sam could feel the excitement building up as he slumped in his chair and got ready to take down tedious notes for the next hour or so. He was checking his phone for no reason when his teacher walks in. She seemed to be in a good mood today considering she was about to have an hour with his class who seem to have a nack for winding her up and turning her into an evil witch from hell for the rest of the classes afterwards. Sam only glanced up from his phone briefly before putting it away, as it wasn't worth the fight when she tries to confiscate it. As he looks up again it isn't the teacher telling the class what page in the text books to turn to. No. It was the knock at the door which was open and the boy that followed the sound.
He stood there with an expression of confusion; he had golden eyes and sandy slicked back hair that was only slightly shorter than Sam's as it flicked at the ends. He seemed to have a glow to him that made his face look adorable. Wait. What. No, Sam isn't gay. Adorable. Really? Nope, he's not gay, he's had girlfriends and likes girls and boobs and stuff. Yeah. Sam shifted in his seat with his inner telling off.
The boy at the door looked around the room and blushes slightly. "Um... Sorry, I must have the wrong class. Which way is it to English?" His voice wasn't deep nor high pitched it was just right. As if he could sing and birds would gravitate to him. Sam internally hit himself for such a thought; he was so going to tell his friends later to clear his head. The teacher was talking to him and sent him on his way with what seemed to be a map with directions. With that the boy was gone and Sam felt himself sigh heavily with relief.
The next two hours fly by as Sam waits for lunch break to finally come around the corner. As soon as the bell rings Sam has his stuff packed and he heads towards the tree on the edge of the courtyard where he had arranged to meet him the others. He sees Garth and Chuck talking sat at the base of tree when they see Sam walk towards them they smile and wave.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Sam sits facing away from the courtyard towards the two of them. Garth eyes Sam up, pulling a suspicious face. Sam and Chuck both look at him frowning in confusion. Garth finally spoke up. "Something's happened to you." Garth sounded so serious and Sam swallowed hard. Garth however then smirked. "Did you meet a girl?" Chuck smiles and suppressed a giggle. Sam's face goes bright red just in time for Jo to arrive. "What. No. Uh. Nope, nothing. No um girl." Sam stumbles over his own words. His three friends all burst out laughing at his struggle as he finally shuts his mouth looking at his lap. Knowing he's just blown his cool cover.
"So~. Are you going to tell us the truth now?" Jo raises a brow hands on hips. Sam looks up trying to give his best puppy-eyes to get out of this. Jo gave him a look. The look that tells him he's not getting out of this. Sam sighs. Jo isn't one to back down when she wants something. Chuck and Garth are also looking at him in both interest and understanding. "Fine." Sam's voice is low and full of regret. All three of his friends looked at him with worry in their eyes. Jo reached forward and sat next to Sam placing her hand over his. "It's okay honey. You can tell us anything." Sam steadies himself, sits up straight and looks at all his friends.
He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and blurts it out. "I think I might like a dude!" Sam says it so fast he's not sure if they understood what he said. Slowly he opened his eyes, not knowing what reaction he was expecting. They all looked at him with mouths wide open for a few seconds. Jo bit her lip and looked at him with what seemed to be sympathy. Oh great, Sam's just lost his few friends. He hung his head in defeat letting the regret set in. "Well?" Sam asks, mumbling as he's afraid of the answer he'll get.
Jo clears her throat making Sam lift his head to look at her. She looks him dead in the eye as the other two have their eyes glued on her. "Well? Sam there isn't anything wrong with liking dudes. I'm here for you if you want to talk hot guys." She gives him a cheeky wink at the end. Sam sits there with a frozen expression as he's surprised with the remark Jo has just given. This is when Garth decides to speak up. "Earth to Sam? You there?" Garth waves his hand in front of his face to get his attention. "Hey dude, we're all totally cool with it. I had a feeling you were anyway." Garth gives him a crooked smile while Chuck nods in agreement smiling at him.
Sam sits there for while staring at his friends as he processes it. His friends have accepted him. They weren't going to ditch him. They were acting like it was just a normal thing. But it wasn't. "Wait." Sam spoke up finally, catching the others' attention. "Aren't you guys going to ditch me? Tell me I'm disgusting? Abnormal? You aren't going to give me some lecture to get me away from these thoughts? You're all okay with this?" He looks at his friends in disbelief as they all nod.
Sam couldn't understand what he was hearing. They were accepting that he was gay. He. Was. Not. Gay. There couldn't be any way he was. Sam stood and picked up his bag and turned to his questioning friends and said in a low voice. "I do appreciate that you're all so understanding. But, I'm not gay and never will be. Excuse me while I go clear my head." He turns and starts towards the closest door, ignoring his friends who are calling out to him, for him to come back.
He slammed open the toilet door, thankful that it was empty. Sam drops his bag and heads straight for the sink, turning the rusty tap. Once the water starts pouring out he cups his hands to gather it and smothers his face. Hoping that the water will help him. Scrub off this nightmare. He looks up to see his pathetic reflection of his. Dripping and distort with question. Was he gay? Was he something he grew up his whole life to believe to be disgusting? Was he a freak? The water dripped off his face dragging out his frustration. That's when he was ripped from his thoughts by the high pitched ring of the bell. Sighing, he dries his face, picks up his bag and storms out with the weight of a dark cloud looming over him.