AN: This is a sequel to First Impressions Often Lie, my Destiel high school AU. I had many requests to write a sequel from Sam & Gabriel's perspective, so here is the first chapter. It is going to be much shorter than the original. Feedback is greatly appreciated! x

Lia Smog College, Pink Block

Room 19

Hey Sammy!

Long time, no see! Cas and I miss you and Gabe. You should come down to the Road House sometime! I could give you two a free beer (that's if Jo doesn't skin me first!). It could give you a break from all that study you've been doing. Can't say I envy you, though life could be a lot easier.
Not that I'm complaining! Cas is getting a lot better. It's so good to see him smile again. I think he misses his family right now, what with his Dad (and now Anna) not talking to him. He says Gabriel comes to visit every month or so, and he seems happiest after those days. But, even with me visiting every second day or so and Meg being his nurse, I know he still gets lonely. I think he just wants his dad's approval for once in his life… He deserves it, after all the shit he's had to put up with. I still can't believe Anna…
Anyway, how are you and Gabe doing? I hear you've been having some time apart. It must be hard being in rival colleges. I hear Gabe's art business is working out well. We're going to try hard to get to his exhibition next month, but it's hard to get time off.
I've been working my ass off doing morning and night shifts here. Ellen does her best, but it's not like she can afford to give me a pay raise. Her and Jo put me up, so I shouldn't complain. Cas feels terrible as it is that the hospital charges so much. Thankfully, Meg is doing her best to maintain our Friends of the Hospital discount. I've tried to talk to dad about lending a hand, but he won't hear of it. He still hasn't come around to the idea of my sexuality not being as straightforward as he'd imagined, and I'm beginning to think that he won't ever be accommodating. At least he hasn't totally cut me out, like Cas and Gabriel's Dad did. I feel bad for whatever manipulation he managed to get Anna on his side, but at the same time I want to punch her in the face. How could she do this? Just up and stop talking to her brothers when they needed her the most?! She didn't lift a finger for Gabe when he asked for tuition, let alone when Cas had a fucking mental breakdown!
I'm just glad that I've got you, man. I would so fucked if I was alone in all of this. I wish mum was here.
I hope to see you soon. It's been close to a year since I last saw that ugly mug of yours. I hope you're enjoying yourself, despite the circumstances.

Dean.

P.S. Phones are still down up here, so don't try to call me. Also, still haven't rigged up WiFi, so just try and stick with snail mail. I know you hate it.
P.P.S. If you see any possible hunts, dad insists that you contact him. Even though he is being a dick lately, he doesn't expect us to keep up the family business while this continues.

H.B. Stewart College was situated on the edge of a spectacular river, bordered with tall pine trees. In the worst of times, it was a calming place, and many of the art students who attended the college crowded its banks with easels and sketch books. Though it was mainly flat land, many fanaticised a Canada-like, mountain backdrop to the miles of pine on the opposite bank.
Gabriel dragged his brush lazily over the canvas, creating a thick, white line in its wake. It was early in the morning. His breath appeared a white cloud of vapour as he concentrated on adding intricate black lines to the white he had just smeared. He didn't feel the cold biting his hands that gripped the paint brush and pallet, only the shape and form of his work.

"Bit early for you, isn't it?" A voice rang out in the silence.

"Shit!" Gabriel jumped at the noise and looked over his shoulder. A skinny boy in a white shirt and red skinny jeans approached from the campus. He was flicking his short, shaggy brown hair from where it overhung in his eyes.

"Sorry Gabriel," He grinned apologetically, "Didn't mean to scare you."

"Whatever, Samandriel," He said, returning to his painting.

"Why are you out here so early?" Samandriel asked.

"Because no one else is here. I needed some peace to finish this." He gestured at his painting.

"You could have done it in your dorm…"

"You know full well no one likes me here except you."

"Oh, that's not true." Samandriel smirked at Gabriel. "It's just that sometimes your pranks and jokes get to us artsy, sophisticated people."

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"You're hardly as sophisticated as you think." He squinted as he added some final shadowing to his painting. He stepped back a little to view it in its fullest and gave a curt nod, satisfied. He put his brush in a jar of cloudy water sitting in front of his easel.

"I like it." Samandriel said, admiring the painting with the scenic lake behind it. "Is it for your show?"

Gabriel shook his head as he threw the water out of the jar.

"It's for Cassie when he gets out…"

Samandriel nodded.

"I see."

The painting was dominated with a pair of long, white, feathery wings on a black backdrop. They were attached to a dark haired man with an unshaven face, blue tie and trench coat who was dwarfed compared to the wingspan. He sat in the bottom, right-hand corner reading a book on an invisible platform. Castiel.

As Samandriel looked to his friend, he noticed a tall figure approaching behind him and a half-smile dawned his face. "I don't think this painting is the only reason you got up so early."

Gabriel raised his eyebrows and followed Samandriel's gaze behind him. Sam Winchester walked up the gravel pathway encircling the college, his own stare over the tops of the trees and into the overcast sky.

"I'll leave you two alone." Samandriel gave Gabriel a knowing smile, before walking by the edge of the river, disappearing behind a thick, tree trunk.