I've had this idea for so long and just couldn't find the time to write. I'm so glad I finally published it! I hope you enjoy the story.

Sam nervously clasped his sweaty hands which felt empty without a laptop or other technology. He walked down the long hallway with the other tecs and future communicators. Castiel, the youngest of the Noviaks, walked next to him. Unlike his brothers, Castiel had decided against being an agent, spy, or assassin and had gone into the technology unit of the agency. Unlike Sam, there were no outward displays or nerves.

Although they wouldn't work work in the field, all tecs were required to take self-defense in case of an attack on the agency. It was their first class and despite Dean's assurances that training is taken slow at the start, Sam still felt jumpy. He had a lot to prove and so did Castiel. They both had pressure to prove themselves to their peers. Dean and the two remaining older Noviaks were legends in the agency.

Trainers boasted that they might be the greatest agents they had ever taught. Sam also had to prove himself to his father. John, Sam's father, had made it clear that Dean was the son he took pride in and frowned at Sam not going into the field. He felt as though his youngest had chosen a cowards path. Sam was determined to prove that he could be just as good in his own way. Castiel didn't need to prove anything to his family. They were supportive and even proud of his choice. In fact Gabriel, one of Castiel's brothers, had convinced him not to go into the field for his safety. Sam would kill for that from John.

Castiel smiled at Sam as if sensing his friend's nerves and said, "Relax Sam. They know it's our first class. Trainers won't make it too hard. You will probably think it easy." They all entered the training gym and glanced at the training agents around them. It didn't help Sam calm down when he saw someone being flipped and thrown to the ground. However, Castiel was right. Sam did find the class easy, at least he did at first.

Their instructor was Mr, Anay. He was a kind man who had lost his son years ago on a mission gone wrong. No one talked about it as an unspoken rule. Since then, he had taken up training to give other young agents the best chance of survival.

They ran through the basic stances and moves. It was all fun and games until Gabriel Novak got bored.

Gabriel dodged his opponent's attempts at landed a hit with hard acquired speed. After a few minutes of practicing new blocks and dodges, Gabriel ended the fight by ducking under his opponent's punch and kicking him hard in the back. Gabriel smirked at the man on the ground and said, "Nice try."

He was not looking forward to going back to his room and doing nothing and then a little bit more nothing until some lazy council member got off his ass and gave his an assignment.

His golden eyes swept across the large room and came to a halt at the training tecs. He thought, That might be entertaining. Having made up his mind, he ran over waving and yelled, "Hey Cassy!" enthusiastically, as if he didn't see his little brother everyday.

Some of the tecs stared at him in awe, while others chatted quietly in excited tones. Sam could practically feel the fangirling begin. Castiel responded calmly. "Hello Gabriel." Gabriel turned to look at their teacher. "Coach! I'm so bored I might die but I have a plan as always." Mr. Anay started to roll his eyes and Gabriel quickly continued. "It's a win-win. Trust me. I'm supposed to be resting, the whole hammock and coconut drink. I know how much you enjoy that type A boredom and thought we should switch."

Mr. Anay sighed. "You've been without a mission for not even a week. You'll live. You're too eager. It'll be the death of you."

Gabriel shook his head. "Naw I'd rather die doing something useful then my head exploding like a blood volcano from boredom. I promise not to send any of the nerds to the infirmary." He faced the tecs. "Don't worry. I could only break your bone structures." He flashed them all a bright smile.

Mr. Anay walked off muttering things like. "Better be a hammock." and "Hyper demon child." Gabriel smiled at them with clear excitement and a few of them shifted nervously. "All right kiddos! Lets play."Gabriel taught at a faster pace as he ran around his new students, fixing their forms.

Metatron's face had met the mat when he put too much weight on his front foot and Gabriel decided to give him a little shove. Sam put a hand up to muffle his laughter. Gabriel winked at him and Sam quickly looked away with a apparent new intrust in his exact form.

Kali asked from where she was practicing, "Hey Gabe! You don't have a communicator right? Would you take one of us?"

In the agency communicators was what they called the tecs in charge of any agent's safety. They were the ones that checked out the area of the mission and hacked anything necessary. They also communicated with their agents through comms. Thus the name. Gabriel had been switching communicators for years now having not found a good fit. An agent and their communicator had to work together well and the agent was supposed to feel safe, like someone had their back.

Gabriel smiled and raised and eyebrow. "Yeah princes." He told Kali as his gaze swept over all of them and his eyes flashed with mischief. "Now, how about we have some fun? Anyone of you snails can land a hit on me, I'll give you twenty buck or a date." He winked at Kali.

He walked over to stand right in front of her and challenged, "Take your best shot." Kali smirked and lunged at him. The class watched as Gabriel seemed to dance out of the way of each punch.

Sam was mesmerized by his movements. Gabriel made it look so effortless. Sam found himself disappointed when Gabriel grabbed Kali's arm mid strike and pulled her close. "Sorry sweetheart better luck next time."

Sam watched again and again as Gabriel expertly dodged each time until seven discouraged tecs later, he arrived at Sam and Cas.

"Hey Cassy. Remember that time I dyed your hair pink before your date with Meg? Now you got a shot at revenge and twenty bucks!" Castiel rolled his eyes but focused and tried his best as his older brother laughed and easily dodged. "Nice Castiel." Gabriel said as he backed away and turned to look at Sam.

"Your turn gigantor." His eyes had playful spark in them like a child and he looked at Sam with excitement.

Sam got into his stance with clear determination. He looked at Gabriel pulled back his arm and...just couldn't bring himself to actually try to land a hit. For some reason every part of Sam's being screamed not to hurt Gabriel. Even as he knew it would be almost impossible for him to do so.

He started to swing his arm at slowly and then the world turned upside down and gravity vanished like a vapor waved away. His back slammed into the mat and all the air in his lungs shot out of him.

Once Sam could breath again, he glared at Gabriel who was watching with amusement. You're not going to hurt me Sam. You can go faster than that." He stated. Then, faced the class.

"Adios kiddos. I got to go before Dean finds out I floored Sammy." He gave a dramatic wave and smiled at Sam. Just like that he was gone leaving Sam breathless and maybe not just from the impact.

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