"Sammy."
Sam awoke as something hard hit his once sleeping form
"Geez...what in the…"
"School, sleeping beauty."
"Wait...where…"
"Colorado. It's about 7. Get up."
"Wait...what…?"
"Your name is Sam Winchester, you're a freshman, you're a fucking nerd, and you're also late. You caught up now?" Dean said, yanking the covers off him rather ruthlessly
"...Jerk." Sam muttered, rolling out of bed unwillingly
"Bitch." Dean responded affectionately,his gaze softening into a slight smile, glaring teasingly "Get that hair under control."
"I try."
"Not hard enough. You look like you're in a L'oreal commercial."
"Shut up." Sam said, smiling a bit and grabbing a grey shirt from his duffel . It was already half-way through the school year, so there wasn't much point in creating a show during his arrival. Nobody would care, and they would end up moving sooner or later. They always did.
"Sam."
"What?" Sam said, interrupted from his thoughts
"I'm goin over to the Novak's, you know, to walk with them. I'll send someone for you in a bit."
"Yeah, okay. They sound nice." Truth was, Sam had no idea who the Novaks were. Dean had immediately made friends with the rich neighbors they had suddenly gotten. Normally he would suspect it was for the free rides and fancy meals, but Dean finally seemed genuinely interested in being a legitimate friend with their family, instead of using them like free money dispensers.
He ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly, getting up to wash his face and brush his teeth. He didn't need to save much time, there wasn't anything he needed to bring yet, except for maybe a pencil. It didn't matter anyways.
The door suddenly slammed shut, announcing the arrival of someone into the house. Sam froze, his toothbrush half out of his mouth. It was probably Dean. Probably.
"Herroo?" Sam said, from behind his toothbrush before removing it
"Dean?"
No answer.
Sam stalked back into his bedroom, looking around the corner of his bedroom suspiciously to see someone stalking through the kitchen, checking the cupboards. That was not Dean.
That was not Dean.
He hid back behind the door, his eyes wide with fear.
Damnit, already...someone breaking and entering...Damnnit.
He scanned the room for anything he could use as a weapon. Almost everything was boxed up, except for a few trophies, but they were too far…
DAMNIT.
He finally settled on a heavy dictionary as a crash issued from the kitchen, followed by a surprised yelp. Now was his chance, while the thief was distracted with his own blunder.
Mustering his courage, He ran out from behind the door, holding the dictionary above his head.
"No, wait, I…"
The person was cut off, hitting the tile with a dull thud. Panting, Sam rolled him over with a hesitant toe. The person had blonde, almost shoulder length hair slicked back professionally, but not so much that it looked greasy. He was short, shorter than Dean, and looked definitely older, more professional. Why was someone this nicely dressed breaking in-
The person groaned slightly, turning their head to look at him curiously, mischievously. Sam grabbed the phone in sudden worry, remembering he hadn't called the police
"Hey there, cutie."
"Shut up, I'm calling the police."
"Nice underwear."
Sam said nothing, but blushed a furious red at the comment, making a mental reminder to put on pants before planning to apprehend a thief. Were all criminals this flirtatious?
"You've got ways with a book." the person said, giving a slight eyebrow raise before squeezing his eyes shut in pain, bringing a hand to his face "Jesus Christ, that hurt. Don't do that again."
Sam paused for a moment, his hand pausing over the phone "Are you trying to flatter me?"
"Do you feel flattered?" The person said, giving another suggestive eyebrow raise
Sam said nothing again, his face heating again in embarrassment.
"Could you...not call the police…?" The man said, reaching up to grab the phone. Sam dropped it in surprise, grabbing the dictionary again
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Sam swung the book at the person, hitting his hand
"Ouch...woah there...come on...Sam...right?"
"How do you know my…"
"I'm Gabriel."
"Is that supposed to mean something?!" Sam raised the book above his head again
"NO No...no…" Gabriel said, holding up his hands in defense "No, your brother sent me. Now stop hitting me! I know I'm certainly hit-able, but you don't need to be so forward."
"...What…?"
"Gabriel Novak. I'm Gabriel Novak."
Sam closed his eyes, suddenly remembering Dean's parting words
"I'll send someone over… "
He set down the dictionary, avoiding Gabriel's gaze "Sorry. I'm...Sam…I thought you broke in…"
"Help me up, and I'll forget it all."
Sam extended a hand, humiliated "I should probably get on some…"
"Yeah, you should. Not that you don't look great without them."
Sam just walked away quickly to his room, pulling on a pair of jeans uncomfortably. Seriously, couldn't Gabriel just tone down the flirtatiousness for even a second? It was thoroughly uncomfortable...not to mention, annoyingly good. Evidently, he had practice.
He pulled on a sweatshirt, feeling more self-conscious, and grabbed his backpack, heading out to meet a smug Gabriel
"Dean doesn't hear about this, right?"
"Hey, if he asks, I can't deny him rightful information. You should clean up that glass in the kitchen, by the way. It's kind of uncomfortable…"
Sam closed his eyes putting a hand to his forehead "Just leave it. We're late anyway."
Gabriel shrugged, opening the door for Sam "Out you go, princess."
"You too now? My hair isn't that long."
"Fine, fine. Sammy?"
"No."
"Sure, okay. How about...hm...Baby?"
"Someone's watched Dirty Dancing too much. You gonna give me dancing lessons now?"
"I might just." Gabriel said, smirking while he shamelessly looked Sam over for the about 6th time since they had met
"Do you like making me feel uncomfortable?" Sam said, curling into his hoodie just a bit
"It's my new favorite past time. It's hard not to. And you just wait, I'll have a nickname for you in the next week. You're a freshman right?"
"Yep."
"Wouldn't have guessed. You carry yourself like you older. Not by that much, but it's noticeable."
"I hear that a lot."
"I'm a senior, by the way. Got a bunch of classes with Dean. He's pretty nice." Gabe said, jogging ahead to meet the not-to-far-away Dean "Nice to meet you Sammy!"
"Mm." Sam responded, staring at the ground despondently. As usual, Dean had immediately made friends with a good crowd, unlike himself. He felt that usually he was left with the nerds, the outcasts, the freaks. The contrast between them usually surprised people, how open, attractive Dean could be related to a geeky, leggy freshman. And it didn't help.
"I'm sorry about my brother…"