Sam

this is ridiculous. It's a Saturday night, I'm young, I've got no plans, and yet I'm sitting here on my couch crying and eating Cheetos. Why, you might ask? Well, it just so happens that...my girlfriend died a month ago. I've quit school for now, currently living with...well, alone, and that's not going to work for much longer, considering my job pays less than minimum wage. Anyway, like I said, I'm pathetic. Dean has called several times and I've neglected to answer him, mostly because the last time I did it only took him ten seconds to start going on about how he knows how terrible this is but it's not the worst thing that could've happened. I know he means the best for me but...I would have rather died in that fire. You know you'll be with me if you do... There's that voice again. It's sounds so real so, so much like her, I'm so tempted. But I can't. She wouldn't want that for me. Would I?

...

"But..you can't fire me...I have bills to pay. Please!" I begged my boss. He gave me a disgusted look and flicked his cigarette at the ground, stomping on it with his foot.

"Sorry, but I've decided to give Jannett here a try." He winked at the brunette. She giggled.

"So you're gonna fire me for that...that...hooker?!" I shouted. He glared at me. "I'm better than all your other employees put together and you wanna fire me because you wanna get laid? You're pathetic." I snapped, turning on my heel and walking away. Stupid fucking Richard and his fucking disgusting habits. I hope he dies.

"Sorry we didn't meet your standards, Sam." Ash said, sounding hurt. I frowned.

"that's not what I meant, Ash. I just...I was-"

"Yeah. I get it." He handed me my keys and turned to leave. I'm such a fuck up.

...

Do it. Do it. Just fucking do it. Pull the trigger, what difference is it gonna make? You pathetic, worthless-

the doorbell rang. I watched my shakes hands start to put the gun down, the pause. I could do it right now, be done with it. Who ever it is at the door can tell the police, that way at least Dean wouldn't have to find me like this.

"Is there a...Sam Winchester living here?" The guy called out. I took a deep breath and put the gun down on my bed, slowly mAking my way over to the door and looking through the tiny peep hole. The guy was handsome, golden hair and strange amber eyes, a smirk own his face that made my stomach do weird things. He had a tiny paper in his hands and a backpack slung over his shoulder.

"One moment!" I yelled back, unlocking all the locks. I opened the toward and crossed my arms. His jaw seemed to go slack for a second, and then he blinked and his smirk was back.

"I'm here about the...roommate application thingy?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, uh, come in." I said, gesturing inside. He stepped in, looking around. I blushed. It was a pretty shitty apartment, some cracks and peeks here and there, small TV and couch, dirty kitchen...you get the idea. It was more like one of those crappy motel rooms dad, Dean and I used to stay at all the time. Gabriel sat down on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. I made a small noise in the back of my throat and he rose an eyebrow, putting his feet back down.

"You one of those neat freaks then?"

"I, uh...i dunno maybe." I mumbled. He frowned.

"I didn't come here to look at the apartment." He said. I sat down on the couch next to him and turned to face him, folding my legs under me.

Gabriel

"I came here to ask you if you wanted to be my room mate." I said simply. He gave me a confused stare, so I explained. "Instead of you living here, come live with me. I rather like my place, but I get kinda tired of living alone."

"So...you don't want to move in?" He asked. I stared at him. The guy was gorgeous, soft brown hair falling in his eyes and curling behind his ears, strange blue/green eyes that had grey and brown flecks in perfect and when he smiled a bit, dimples on either side of his face. He was adorable. I glanced down at his Stanford sweater, and then back up at those magnificent eyes.

"No. I want you to move in with me. Like I said." I got up and offered him a hand. "I can take you to my apartment and show you around if you want." He stared at it for a moment and then nodded.

"Yeah, okay."

(HEY GUYS! So, if you're reading this and are currently following my story Candy Cures all, I am not leaving the story, and I'm currently writing a new chapter.)

(it's shorter than it was originally going to be because fanfididn' didn't save the rest of the chapter like I thought it did.)