A/N Hey everybody! So, I went on holiday and for some reason started shipping Sabriel. I don't know, either. Anyway, thought I might as well write something, there's brief hints of Destiel but not that much. I'm not 100% on the whole American school system because I'm British but I tried. Also, for the sake of this fic, Gabriel and Sam are the same age, and Dean and Cas are 2 years older. If you review/favourite/follow I'd send you Dominoes but I have no money. Thanks for reading!:)
Sam Winchester had been at Lawrence High School for two whole years now, was just going into his Junior year, and the eccentric Gabriel Milton still hadn't noticed him.
Sure, Sam hadn't done anything to be noticed, seeing as he tended to spend break and lunch curled up in the library with a book, but still, Sam had been going to school with the guys for two years, and they shared at least four classes together, and Gabriel and him had never even made eye contact.
Sam didn't mind not having very many friends, honestly he didn't, but school life was better when Sam's brother, Dean and his boyfriend, Castiel, were still at school with him. Dean and Cas were always very nice to him, and never treated him like the annoying younger brother, but more of like a friend, which was definitely nice. But now Dean and Cas had graduated and decided to go travelling before perusing careers, which left Sam alone with his father at home (where their relationship was strained a best), or alone at school with his books, (which was much better). But, sitting by yourself at lunch didn't have that many perks, the lanky brunette soon came to realise.
Making friends had always been hard for the youngest Winchester, but in High School it was even worse, what with the all cliques, and the popular kids never even glancing his way, left Sam pretty much friendless. Not that Sam got bullied or anything (Dean made sure of that), but it was like some bad chick flick, with the way that people just seemed to look through him, and honestly, Sam was pretty lonely.
So, instead of making friends, and doing normal teenager things, Sam instead decided to immerse himself in his studies, he excelled at pretty much every subject, and the teachers just seemed to revel in his presence. Books were much better company, anyway.
Really, Sam was just fine with his introvert existence. Until, however, one Gabriel Milton decided to prance into his life. The Milton's had been new to Lawrence in Sams Sophomore year, and they had turned up out of the blue one Thursday morning, buying a massive house a few streets away from Sams own. There was five of them:
-Lucifer and Michael, the constantly fighting eldest twins, they graduated a few years back.
- Anna, the gorgeous red headed cheerleader, she was a senior.
-Castiel, the quite and shy boy, who ended up being Deans boyfriend.
And last, but certainly not least - Gabriel, the mad, beautiful, intelligent youngest brother, who immediately won Sams affections.
The Milton's were the talk of the town for lord knows how long, as new arrivals always are in small towns, especially when Dean and Cas started dating (what a scandal!). It was funny really, Sam thought, that although their brothers were practically married, Sam and Gabriel have never once interacted.
Well, that was until the first English Literature class of the school year. Walking into the English classroom ten minutes early gave Sam the choice of all the desks. So, naturally, he chose one at the back of the classroom, making himself seem as inconspicuous as possible. After a few minutes, the rest of the class piled in noisily. No, there was no way that Sam automatically noticed Gabriel amidst their other class mates, Sam of course didn't see the way the sunlight bounded off the golden hair, or the way Gabriel eyes shimmered in the sun, and the way his smile seemed to brighten the room. Obviously, because Sam wasn't staring. Honestly.
Last to enter the room was Mrs Harvelle, the teacher, she was a great teacher, a little strict, but there was a friendly air to her. Sam payed avid attention to her as she rambled on about their current topic, they were to produce a poster on one of the characters to Steinbecks 'Of Mice and Men', and talk about their chosen character in detail. Easy, Sam thought, until the words "you will be working in predetermined pairs" fell from Mrs Harvelles lips.
A collective groan sounded out across the classroom, and Sam buried his head in his hands on the table. As academically skilled as Sam was, he hated group work. People either demanded total control, and messed it up, so Sam got a bad grade, or forced him to do all the work, and give them half the credit. So, yeah, if was safe to say Sam Winchester would be dreading English for the next few weeks.
When Mrs Harvelle read out the pairs, the youngest Winchester sent a silent prayer to a God who may or to not exist, begging for a good, hard working partner, who would make this insufferable experience slightly more bearable. Sam had just finished his prayer when Mrs Harvelle called out
"Sam Winchester? You're partner is Gabriel Milton"
Of course it god damn was.
A/N yeah it's not very long, but anyway, do we like it? Love it? Hate it? I do realise the most of the characters are very OCC but oh well. Thanks for reading!:)