So I finally got around to posting this. As the summary states, this is tied in to my story "Two Words." This fic is from Sam and Gabe's version of what happened.

Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, half the characters would still be alive.

"Sammy, we're out of Mt. Dew! We need more! I can't function without my daily dose of caffeine!" Gabriel barged into the dorm room. The shorter man flinched when Sam threw a bottle at him, catching it on reflex. "What is this junk? Fred?" he exaggerated the name. "Why is this bottle named Fred? Who's Fred?"

"That's water, Gabe. It's a brand." Sam sighed. He sat on their worn couch. "Water is used for more than water balloons and guns," he added at Gabriel's blank look, rolling his eyes.

"Why would you waste water like that when you can drink ambrosial Mt. Dew? Or Pepsi?" Gabe asked, incredulous. The drama major stood up, enthusiastically waving the bottle about. "If I drank water, I wouldn't be able to use it to prank Mike-"

"What are you doing to Mike?" Sam interrupted, taking the water back. The football player wasn't known for his sense of humor. "Never mind, I don't want to know. Though, if he smooshes you, you can open doors with your crutches; I won't help."

"Aww, you're worried about me. Don't despair, Sammykins, the big, bad quarterback won't know what hit him." Gabe's grin was mischievous, clearly displaying his devious plans and amusement over said prank. "But stop changing the subject! We're out of caffeine!"

"You know, girls would kill for your secret." Momentarily derailed by the non sequitur, Gabe shot a questioning look at Sam, to which the taller man explained, "You mainline sugar, be it a drink or candy, I don't think you even know what a salad is, and yet you stay the same weight. The entire female population would love to be able to do that." Sam had long since resigned himself to his roommate's eating habits and had stopped trying to lecture him on the benefits of a healthy diet. Instead of starting a new rant on proteins and vitamins, he flopped across the couch. "Anyway, why exactly can't you just go buy the pop yourself?" he questioned, eyeing his energetic roommate. "Because obviously the man near-vibrating with energy needs more caffeine and sugar," he thought.

The midgetty, at least in Sam's opinion, blonde pouted, his bottom lip quivering. "You forgot? Tonight is the opening night of A Midsummer Night's Dream, and I have dress rehearsal in an hour!" Gabe turned away from Sam. "I thought you were going to be there..."

"Ah, Gabe, of course I'll be there to watch. I'll be waiting afterwards to congratulate you on your wonderful performance as Puck. Seriously, that role was made for you." He sighed, smiling slightly. "Fine, I will go get your addiction. What kind of Puck would you be without your endless energy?" Checking his wallet, he might as well refuel the Charger while he was out, Sam stood and started for the door.

Gabe half-tackled him in a hug. Fortunately, or perhaps not, Sam had become used to his roommate's tactile nature. "Oh, Sammy, you're the best! I don't care what people say about you!"

"Yeah, yeah. You still have to pay me later," Sam laughed, gently prying the shorter man's arms off. "Just because today's important doesn't mean it's all about you. Though in retrospect, most days do seem to revolve around you and your tricks. Look how my life has turned out," he said in mock chagrin.

"Just think what your life would be like without me, Sam-a-lam. It would be boring."

"If by boring you mean normal and sane, then yes, my life would be boring," he teased, shutting the door behind him.

"One-nothing, Samsquatch!"

A/N: And the beginning is done! This'll probably end up only being 3 or 4 chapters. I'm still working up to longer stories. I actually have most of this written, I just need to post it... sooner if I get comments or reviews. Or I have free time. Whichever comes first.