Gabriel glanced over at theclock behind the bar and sighed. Midnight and the bar was dead. Not a soul in sight tonight. Pretty typical for a Tuesday, but he really wished for some excitement. Figuring the evening for a loss, he grabbed a broom and turned the radio up. "Oh man," a grin stretched his lips, "Asia." He turned the stereo up a little higher.

"I never meant to be so bad to you," he held the handle of the broom near his lips and sang into it, "One thing I said that I would never dooo," he gyrated his hips to the beat of the song, "A look from you and I would fall from grace," he grinned and started bumping chairs underneath the tables with his hips. "And that would wipe the smile right from my- oof!" He opened his eyes and stared into a chest of solid muscle covered only in a thin t-shirt. "Oh, shit! Sorry!" He shuffled back and jogged over to the radio to turn it down. "I didn't hear you come in, sorry about that."

The young man gave him a smile that curled his toes. Tall, young and handsome, oh he hoped this one would become a regular piece of eye candy. "Asia, huh?" Oh even his voice was sexy.

"What can I say," he replied flippantly, "It makes me feel twenty again."

"You mean you're not twenty now?" He sauntered up to the bar and settled himself on one of the stools.

"Oh, I like you," Gabriel laughed. "So what'll it be, stranger?"

"Call me Sam and open up my tab. I've got some midterm misery to drown in your top shelf whiskey. Crown, preferably." he passed a hand over his face and rubbed at one eye.

"Top shelf Crown, coming up, kiddo." Gabriel turned around to grab the bottle and rolled his eyes. "Oh for fuck's sake. Where's my stepladder?"

"Need a hand?"

"I do not. I just need my stepladder. You sit and enjoy the night off, Gigantor." Gabriel grumbled and bent low to peer under the bar. "Aha!" he cried triumphantly, "There you are. C'mere." He grabbed it by the leg and hauled it out from its hiding spot. With a quick grin at Sam he set it up and grabbed the bottle. "Crown, Extra Rare for the fine gentleman at the bar." he laughed and hopped down. "On the rocks or are you going to start knocking it back?"

"Shots." Sam said firmly. "I plan on forgetting about the mess I made of my midterms."

"Then hand over your keys," Gabriel held his hand out, "Bar policy, I'll call you a cab when you decide to call it a night."

Sam laughed and the sound of it made Gabriel want to grin. "The only keys I have on me are my dorm keys. I don't have a car."

"Perfect. Then drink to your heart's content." He filled a shot glass with a flourish and set it in front of the young student. "What's your major anyway?"

"Pre law." Sam tossed the shot back and filled the little glass back up.

Gabriel gave an impressed whistle. "Tough subject. How'd you get into it?"

Sam shook his head. "Rather not talk about it." He took another shot.

"That bad, eh? Well, I may not have a degree in psychiatry, but as your bartender I am more than qualified to hear about your troubles. Anytime you want to talk to me about anything, Samsquatch, you just open right up."

Sam took another shot and laughed, "Unless you can figure out a way to get my dad off my back and keep my brother from butting into my life all the time, I don't think you'll be much help."

"Eesh," Gabriel poured the next shot, "That sounds like it calls for more to drink. You know your tolerance, Moose?"

"Moose?" Sam grinned at him and Gabriel was sure he felt his heart stop and start back up again. Stupid pretty boys.

"Yeah, Moose. You look kinda like one with all that hair. Now answer your bartender." Gabriel waved a hand dismissively.

"I've never actually managed to get drunk. So, we'll see what my tolerance is, I guess." Sam frowned and knocked back two shots after this statement. "Why don't you call me by name?"

Gabriel deflated a little, "You don't like the nicknames?"

"Do you give everyone with a sob story a nickname?"

"Usually. I find they're easier to remember than people's actual names." Gabriel grinned again, "So what do you say, can I keep making fun of your height?"

Sam snorted into the next shot, "Only if I can make fun of yours."

"That's a deal, Gigantor." he crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, come on. Tell old Gabey all about those nasty midterms."

Sam drank again and set the shot glass gently on the bar and idly traced the pattern of the wood grain with his eyes. "I'm still taking mostly undergrad classes," he said finally. "Things like physics and history and math. The things I've never really been good at."

Gabriel gave a sympathetic grunt. "I feel ya. I was never any good at math after they started putting letters with it. And physics? All I know is that we stay on the planet because its huge." He laughed, "Don't get me started on my home ec skills though," he wiggled his fingers, "I am a master in the kitchen."

Sam laughed, "Well, I suck in the kitchen," Gabriel's breath did not hitch at the way Sam said 'suck' thank you very much. "I tend to spend most of my time eating fast food salads." He blinked and took another drink, "In fact, I can't remember the last time I actually bought groceries."

"Wow," Gabriel laughed, "You really are a moose."

"Well, if you lived on my schedule," Sam protested. "I don't have time to cook between classes and homework. I eat on the go and at least its healthy." He swallowed another shot, "I mean. I could be like Dean. He thrives on a diet of greasy diner burgers and pie."

Gabriel ignored the little stab of pain at the affection in Sam's voice. "That your boyfriend?" he asked as casually as he could make it.

Sam stared at him for a moment before he broke into gales of hysterical laughter.

"It wasn't that funny," Gabriel muttered.

Sam shook his head and clutched at his belly, the laughs still rolling out of him. Gabriel tapped his foot and put a hand on one hip, waiting him out. When the tears started rolling down Sam's face Gabriel rolled his eyes and grabbed the bottle of Crown and muttered, "Alright, you're too far gone. No more booze for you."

Sam slapped a hand down on the counter and attempted to compose himself. Chuckles still issued from his mouth but he seemed more or less in control now. "No, no. That's not it. I'm sorry," he sniffed, "I wasn't laughing at you. You see, Dean's m'brother and even if he weren't, he is definitely not anywhere close to being my type."

"I see, and just what is your type?" Gabriel set the bottle back on the bar in front of the younger man and wiggled his eyebrows.

"You know, I don't think I have one," Sam mused. "There's this one girl in my classes," he shook his head, "She is so far out of my league though. Plus she already has a significant other." his bottom lip stuck out a little before he sighed, "She won't tell anyone who it is, so sometimes I think she's making it up to get us all off her back so she can concentrate on classes, but sometimes she come to class covered in hickeys."

Gabriel made a sympathetic sound. Eye candy he will be and nothing more it seemed. "That sucks, Gigantor. Anyone else you got your eye on?"

"Nah, not right now. Haven't found anyone yet. Seen a couple of cute people, but no one with that spark of personality." He tapped the edge of the shot glass on the bar.

"Well, hey. Cheer up. A friend of mine once told me that looking for love was like looking for ladybugs. You can search all day long and not see a one, but as soon as you stop looking; they all come to you." Gabriel grinned and poured another shot before grabbing another glass and pouring one for himself. "Whaddya say, kiddo? To ladybugs?" He raised his shot glass.

Sam huffed out something that was supposed to be a laugh and then smiled, "Sure, man." He raised his own glass and touched it to his bartender's. "To ladybugs."