It wasn't uncommon for a Winchester to do something that was legally or morally questionable, but this time it felt legitimately wrong. It's technically not illegal, Sam excused, he's not a minor. It felt to him like Lucifer was on his shoulder again, whispering the words that fueled his love for the nineteen-year-old boy. But no. He wasn't seeing hallucifer, nor was he being possessed by the devil. Not anymore, anyway. These were his own thoughts. These were his own feelings. Sam Winchester was in love with Kevin Tran.
It started with the look in his eyes. Sam knew by the way Kevin looked up at him that the boy had a schoolgirl crush. Originally, it was cute. Then it became adorable. Then it became a turn-on. And all though he couldn't see him, he just knew that satan had to be his guide here. There had to be a snake in this garden of Eden telling him to eat that damn apple. Although a horned devil in red danced on one shoulder an angel was no where to be found. The angels had fallen. And so had Sam.
Yes, Sam is 30 and Kevin's 19. And yeah, Sam is 6'4 and Kevin's 5'8. And yup, Kevin is a fucking prophet of the lord and Sam is Lucifer's fucking vessel. But no, that wouldn't stop him. Nothing stops a Winchester.
Sam heard a familiar flutter of wings and couldn't believe his ears. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the way down. He wouldn't put it past himself to hallucinate Gabriel's presence.
"'Ey, Samsquatch," Gabriel uttered, his lips moving around a lollipop. He spoke as if he'd never left Sam's life.
"Gabriel," Sam said, thinking it as a question but whispering it as a prayer.
"Heard you needed an angel on your shoulder."