Author's note or whatever: I guess i have to put a disclaimer somewhere in here? Well here it is, I don't own Supernatural, or a high school, or a life. If I had those, maybe I wouldn't be the weird little duck I am now. And if I owned Supernatural, Sabriel would be a thing. Nooowwww as for my horrid writing skills and ideas, please excuse them. I actually created this account so I could store what I write without fear of losing it if my computer decided that next week it was going to crash or implode spontaneously. You don't have to read this, hell you don't have to acknowledge it exists. I'm very very new at writing fanfiction, and well anything for that matter. Because as you will see, I don't have a way with words. Lately I have been inspired to try writing fanfiction and such by the amazing writers on here. One in specific, Scyllaya. If you haven't checked out her stories, (ESPECIALLY 'BEND AROUND THE WIND') You should. Because Oh my gosh the character development and the relationship development is absolutely GORGEOUS! And if you're wondering about the pairing and or fandom of the story, it's Avengers and Frostiron. (Frostiron being LokiXTony and omg the sass in that pairing is off the charts) But yes I suggest you fly you're way over there instead of wasting your time here. I wonder if anyone will actually read this... I usually never read these... XD Well... anyways... If for some odd reason, you actually like this. Which (You would be awesome) might mean that there is something wrong with you because like I said I can't write, comments are appreciated. :) Sooo yeah. (And if you would like me to keep posting, I guess say so?)

"Stop it-!" He choked out, lungs caving in with the pressure of already two cracked ribs.

The boys above him spat on him laughed, snickering to each other while they continued to repeatedly kick the teen below them in the chest.

"Stop-!" He pleaded from the floor, screaming in agony.

"Shut up fag- you don't tell us what to do-" One of the boys yelled back. The four jocks simply continued their assault on the sixteen year old, sneering at him.

One of the older of the four spoke up, " Homos belong on the floor- cock-sucker!"

No matter how much he yelled, pleaded, screamed, their attack only got more and more violent. That was until someone stepped in, pulling two of the boys aside, "Hey- we don't have time for this. We have a game tomorrow- don't waste time being dicks- we're supposed to be good people."

One of the boys in his grip yanked away, face tensed in anger, "Shut up Sam- you know we're gonna win. Screw practice! This fag decided it was okay to take a short-cut through the boys locker room to go home. Someone needs to teach him not to step his boundaries. Gays don't belong here."

Sam glared back slightly leaning over his teammate to emphasize his height, "I don't care what the kid did- we need to practice, or do you wanna lose for the third time in a row? Now get with it." The taller jock shoved the remaining boy in his grip away from him.

The humiliated linebacker huffed and motioned for the rest of the team to follow him to the field. Once the boys had left the room, Sam knelt onto the floor, nudging the smaller teen with his hand, "You okay kid?..."

The boy heaved out a sigh of relief and tried to lift himself off the floor, whimpering as the cracked ribs dug into his lungs, "N-no-..."

Sam lifted the kid up from behind, panicked, "I'll call an ambulance-"

"No I'm fine- fine, just I gotta get home."

"Hey you- I mean... what's your name?"

"G-Gabriel-"

"Gabriel- it looks like your chest is going to cave in on itself the way that you're heaving in breaths. You need a doctor."

"They're just cracked-" He choked out, "This isn't the first time, a few days of rest and I-I'll be good as new- J-just get me to a bus-"

Sam huffed out a breath, standing, then lifting Gabriel off the floor and into a standing position. "First, it takes months for ribs to heal- and second, I'll drive you home. You can't get on a bus-"

Gabriel rolled his eyes, "Nice to know you care about me Sammy- but that's not necessary..."

"You need help-"

"I don't need anything- you're buddies already gave me enough-" The smaller teen spat back, "I get this every other day- or week if I'm lucky- I know how to take care of myself."

"First- I'm not like them-"

"No first- you are. I thank you for being my 'hero' and all, but here's the deal. I can take care of myself. This is my life. I know what I need and what I don't. So if you'll excuse me-" Gabriel turned away and tried to stumble out of the locker room, but yelped in pain and leaned against the wall.

"Listen, I don't care what you think, I'm helping you whether you like it or not." Sam walked up behind the teen and helped him get back on his feet, even though Gabriel tried to jerk away. "I'm not like them Gabriel."

From there on, all the way to the car, Gabriel didn't make one word, just whimpered when he stepped the wrong way and stumbled. Upon arrival, Sam carefully helped him into his car.

Sometime after Gabriel had punched his address into Sam's GPS, he muttered a 'thank you' while he looked out the window.

Soon after Sam cleared his throat, hoping to clear the awkward atmosphere with it, "I uh... Have a question."

"Ask away Sammy boy, I live quite far away, so you have all the time in the world to prod."

"I didn't mean it that way-"

"I know I know, it's fine. As I said, ask away."

Sam gulped silently, nervous to ask, but before he knew it, his curiosity won over his conscious and the words fell out, "Why are you openly gay? If it gives you this much negative attention an all of these beatings, why be open about it?..."

"Of course... the one question he asks. Typical." He huffed, sarcasm melted into his annoyed tone. "Ya wanna know why? Would you like to live in a 'closet' your whole life? Keep your real self hidden away because it's not what other people want to see? I don't even openly flaunt it! Yes I have mentioned that I'm gay to a select few people, but when you get into fights, they'll spill all your secrets to get back at you. I'm not 'openly' gay. I'm not running around the hall kissing guys or squeezing their asses- I run through the hallways to avoid being thrown into a locker Sam. I sneak through the locker room out the back way, because I KNOW they're waiting for me at the front entrance. My life has spiraled into a living hell Sammy boy, and if I have once piece of advice to give, it's to NEVER trust anyone. 'Cause I sure as hell won't again."

Sam had been cringing in the driver's seat. That wasn't exactly what he was expecting to hear, but truthfully, what had he really been expecting to hear? "I'm sorry Gabriel, I didn't mean it that way. I know that life isn't easy for you, but, you wanna know what I think?"

"Honestly? No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me anyways."

Sam let out a sigh but proceeded as predicted, "I think you're brave as hell. It takes some serious guts to be able to go to school every day, knowing what's waiting for you there. In all honesty, I seriously don't think I could survive that."

"Well aren't you lucky you're the heterosexual jock?"

"Yeah I guess, I still have to control those judgmental dicks that have the attention spans of squirrels. But you're right, It's better than your alternative. You know Gabriel, I am sorry. You're friends shouldn't have done that... You don't deserve this-"

"If I didn't deserve it, I wouldn't receive the treatment I get each day."

"You don't honestly believe that do you?" Sam's grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel.

"Half way. I feel as though I should have the right to be who I am and safe at the same time, but hey, I guess the school board and government didn't get the memo about equality yet did they? Sometimes I believe I deserve it. Why would God do this to me if it's not what I deserve?"

"Screw the school board, screw the government, hell- screw God if this is what you think he has planned for you. I may be religious- but that's not my definition of Christianity. You don't deserve what you have had done to you. Just because you like guys doesn't mean we should damn you to hell."

"Tell the world that.."

"I would if I damn well could- but I'm one man. Gays should not be discriminated against. Just like you shouldn't be discriminated by color or gender. It's downright wrong. You're a prime example of a decent homosexual, or at least from what I've seen so far. You aren't diseased- you aren't a freak- you're one of the toughest guys I know, no one has the same courage as you do- be proud of it."

"Thanks Sammy, but hard to keep all that pride when it spills out your mouth, mingled with your blood."

Not more than a few seconds later, Sam pulled into the driveway of a decent looking house. A nice green, cut lawn bordered the house's tan outer walls. A few trees scattered here and there, with one large oak hanging over the garage of the home.

"Well if you ever need another ride home, or any help at all, here's my number." He then proceeded to quickly scribble ten digits onto a folded napkin and handed it to the blonde.

"Thanks Sammy- I'll make sure to update my prince in shining armor every once in a while."

This caused the brunette to laugh, "You better, see ya later- and make sure to get some rest. I don't want to see you at school tomorrow in you're condition."

Gabriel merely waved him off from over his shoulder and limped into his house.

The next few days Sam arrived at school he made sure to scan the hallways for any sign of the smaller teen, making sure he actually stayed home to rest. The blonde was nowhere to be found until Sam walked into the male's locker room to grab the clothes he failed to get out of his locker the last time he had practice, to bring home and wash. As he pushed his locker shut, he heard a door open from the front of the room. He raised a brow suspiciously, it was too early for practice, he was the only one who stayed after school until the scheduled time. He quietly snapped his lock back together as he heard small footsteps, making their way to the back from behind the next row of lockers. He followed to the end of both rows silently until he came out and cut off the incoming stranger.

He was met with a familiar face, currently with shock and hints of fear splayed on it, "God gigantor- are you trying to finish the job your buddies started and scare me to death?-"

"No- I mean- you're- why are you even here?-"

"I told you, this is the way I go home. Were you not paying attention or something? 'Cause I thought we were actually having a moment there Sammy-"

"No I mean why are you at school- it takes more than four days for cracked ribs to heal. How are you even walking? Or breathing for that matter?"

"I'm magic~ Just kidding, it's called perseverance. And well... the fact that if I miss anymore days this semester I'm going to have to take all my exams, and that's not favorable. And I know I didn't call like I promised, but geesh, just because a girl doesn't call back straight away doesn't mean she's dead. Of course I'm still breathing Moose."

Sam cocked his head slightly, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, "Did you just call me.. Moose?"

"Yes, because honestly have you looked in the mirror? Your hair and height practically screams it. I'm surprised that I'm actually the first person to tell you that." Gabriel snickered.

Sam only sighed and asked, "Why are you here this early?"

"I always come here this early, last time was just fluke, I had to meet with a teacher and make up an algebra test."

"Oh okay, well here, if you ever stay after school late again and have to come out through the locker room, call or text me first so I can distract my jackass teammates."

Gabriel nodded and turned his gaze to the floor for a moment, "Why are you even doing this, what makes you so interested in me?"

"I'm not interested, I just don't want to be the guy who stands by and lets someone be harassed and beaten." Sam turned his gaze to the floor for a minute, "That's all."

"Are you sure that's all?..."

"What do you think you're implying?-" Sam almost growled, slight anger arising in his voice.

"I'm not implying anything- sorry- I just- I'm going to go now-" The small blonde quickly made his way to the door, not even bothering to close it all the way in his rush out.

The jock then just turned his head up to the ceiling, letting the hair fall from his face. Pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration and letting his hand slide down his face.. He didn't mean to get pissed, he honestly didn't, but no one was going to accuse him of being gay. Not after all he's done to help them out. He was NOT gay. He shook his head to clear his thoughts of the matter. Sam huffed out a frustrated sigh and continued his normal routine.

It wasn't until about three weeks later did Sam engage in conversation with Gabriel. Both avoided each other in the halls, well actually, Gabriel avoided everyone in general. Sam had turned the other way when he saw the blonde dash down the hall to his next class, occasionally making a quick stop by his locker.

That day Sam caught Gabriel sneaking out the back door, "Hey.. Gabriel..."

Gabriel stopped abruptly and spun around quickly, holding his hands up in a defensive position as a makeshift shield, "I'm sorry okay- I shouldn't have joked around or said that- I shouldn't. Please don-"

"Don't what? Apologize to you? 'Cause I kinda feel like I have to."

Gabriel lowered his hands slowly in confusion, "You? Apologize to me?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about the way I behaved a few weeks ago. I don't know what came over me, I realize it was just a friendly joke. I'm sorry for freaking you out like that..and in compensation, how about you come over for movie night with me and Jess? Jess is a close friend of mine by the way. So? Whatcha say? There will be popcorn."

Gabriel was pretty much stunned, he was not expecting this. These past few weeks he had been preparing himself for this confrontation. He figured it would go more along the lines of him apologizing, followed by a fist to his face or maybe his stomach. Considering Sam's size, the kid was practically 5"11, and the size of him, which was around 5"7, he figured that it was going to hurt a lot. But movie night? What is even happening anymore... "Wait- movie night? I called you gay and now you're inviting me to popcorn at your house?"

"Yes, don't take this the wrong way-"

"Oh no, I'm not trust me, I just thought this conversation was going to end with me on the floor. But- anyways- sure. I'd love to come. But- under one condition, will there be candy?"

"If you'd like." Sam laughed.

"Hells yeah. Count me there then."

"Would you prefer to go home first or stay after school and have me drive you? Because I don't know if I can drive all the way to your house and make it back to mine in time with practice going on tonight."

"It's cool. I'll go stay in a teacher's classroom or the lounge. Their vending machines are WAY better than ours."

The jock laughed and waved the smaller teen off, "Well then, you better get going before the rest of the team shows. Meet me in front of Mr. Havard's classroom in about two hours or so okay? Actually- I'll text you when we're finished."

"See you then Sam." Gabriel walked out the door of the locker room and headed off to one of the classes he's learned to count as a safe haven in the school.

Note: Like I said. Can't writeeee. see ya!