Dean grabbed the bag with the rest of the food and went to his room. He set the backpack that was still on his back on the floor and sat on his desk chair. He pulled out his laptop and logged into facebook. He looked at the chat bar to see who was on. Yes! Dean thought to himself. Lisa' on! He clicked her picture and stared at the chat bar for a few seconds, and then sent his message

Dean: Hey.

Lisa: Oh, hi, dean

Dean: What's up?

Lisa: nothin much :)

Dean: Same

'This is going terribly' he thought. It was hard for it to be any more awkward.

Dean: Anyway, what are ya doing Friday night after the game?

Lisa: I have dance classes with Ben :D

'Poor kid' Dean thought. 'He has to go to dance class when he's one.'

Dean: what about Saturday?

Lisa: I'm going on a date with Jake...you know, Ben's dad. We're going to the park for a picnic!

"Fuck. She's still going out with Jake" Dean thought aloud.

"So...That's what this is about?" Sam said while standing in the doorway of Dean's room.

"You're still trying to get with her? It's been five years, Dean. Give it up, seriously. This is getting pretty depressing." Sam always seemed to nag Dean about relationships. It's not like Sam has ever even been in one. He's too focused on school and food to worry about girls. Even though Sam still had time on his hands, and he spent that time mowing people's lawns for extra money.

"What do you even know about relationships? It's not like you've ever been in one! So shut your mouth!" Dean yelled in defense with a semi-red face.

Sam suddenly blushed and looked outside the room, rather dramatically. Dean couldn't help but chuckle, it was unlike his brother to get like this. So that must mean only one thing. (this needs to be indented for some reason it wont let me)"Wait a minute...Sammy... You have that one special girl in your life. Amirite?" Dean asked with a suggestive face. It's not everyday you see sammy with a girlfriend.

"You could say that." Sam shrugged, and scratched the back of his head.

"I would have never thought. What's her name?" Dean closed his laptop and looked at Sam with a wide smile. Sam froze, even stopped breathing, as if he forgot the girls name. "So it's that kind of relationship. I had one of those once. I never figured out the girls name. I don't even know if she knew mine." Dean laughed and waited for Sam to answer, and waited. But Sam never answered. Deans eyes shot up, "Wait...if it really that kind of relationship? I would have never pictured you with something like that." He was actually kind of worried.

"Oh sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Yeah, her name is uh...Gabi."

"Gabi? Sound's like a hot girl's name. She's hot right?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. She's actually really hot."

"I should meet her sometime and see for myself."

Sam froze again, and then shot up, "Crap my phone is ringing. I'll go uh...get it. Also, listen to my advice, find someone else" He dashed out of the room. 'What the hell just happened?' Dean thought to himself. He always wanted to find someone else other than Lisa, but no other girl was good enough. They all broke up with Dean after a couple of days. Sure, he can be a douche to them some (most) of the time, but it wasn't his fault. He never really knew how to be a good boyfriend. He wasn't a cheater, though. He never cheated on a girl, no matter what they said. He never sank that low. If he didn't like a girl anymore, he would slowly start to ignore them, until the girl decided it was enough. Then the girl would spread rumors that Dean cheated on her, and everyone would look at him in disgust and whisper about him. So now Dean focused on pursuing Lisa, even if it means having to get past the boyfriend, and the baby. Dean didn't mind the baby. He loved kids, especially since he had to babysit and watch over Sammy all the time. After a while he just became an expert at kids. That's probably one of the only things he will ever do right, be a father. Dean finished his homework in about 30 minutes and closed his laptop.

"Hey Dean, it's for you." Sam came running in with the phone in his hand. Dean looked at the caller ID and looked at Sam with confusion.
"Hello? Gabriel. What the fuck do you want?" Dean groaned into the phone.

"I don't know...I buttdialed?" Gabriel said as if it was some sort of question. Dean suddenly realized something "Wait...How come you have Sammy's phone number?"

It was extremely quiet for a few minutes, so Dean looked over to Sam, who quickly shrugged.

"Gabriel..." Dean said in a somewhat threatening voice. "Wait. You're a contact on his phone, but it's just labeled with a heart." Dean didn't understand. Since when were Sam and Gabriel friends? Also, Gabriel was labeled with a heart for pete's sake!

Sam ran over to Dean and snatched his phone from his hand. "I must have mistaken him for Gabi when I put the number down. He put the phone back up to his ear, "Sorry, Dean has to go...Yeah...hah, yeah bye." Sam closed his phone and put it into his sweater pocket.

"What the hell was that? I didn't know you and Gabriel were friends. I mean, you two must have talked on the phone for at least a half hour. I'd like an explanation." Dean asked with suspense. There was something odd going on here, and Dean wanted to get to the bottom of it. (new paragraph it wont let me indent)He never really thought of the fact Sam and Gabriel could be friends. Gabriel was over his house all the time, and he went to all of the parties. It shouldn't surprise Dean that they would interact with each other, but he never really thought about it. He even saw them talking to each other a few times. Usually, at parties, Dean would be with some girl in his bedroom, and would just completely ignore the rest of his guests.

"When did this start? Like when did you guys become friends?"

"I don't know...oh yeah, remember last year at this party you had?" Sam sat next to Dean on his bed.

"Which one?" Dean had a lot of parties. He pretty much had one for each holiday. Including birthdays and things like Veterans day. They were always a blast, but as said before, Dean never really enjoyed them since he was in the bedroom for most of them.

"Uh...The christmas one?"

"Oooh. Yeah, the one where I hooked up with Jo. I dated her for a little while after that."

"Yeah, that one. Well, when you were off 'dancing' with Jo, Gabriel was all alone so I decided to talk to him. That's it, okay?"

"Whoa, dude you don't need to get all defensive."

"I wasn't.

"Oh yeah you were." Dean laughed at his brother getting all worked up over nothing. It wasn't a big deal. Sam and Gabriel were friends, that was cool. But it was a little awkward for your best friend to be friends with your brother.

Sam rolled his eyes and yawned, "Whatever. I'm going to go to bed."

Dean looked at the clock hanging above his bed and his eyebrows shot up. "But it's only 8:30. That's pretty early to go to bed. You usually stay up until like 1 in the morning."

Sam's eyebrows went up then back down, "I don't know. I guess I got barely any sleep last night."
Sam was definitely acting weird today. He never got too defensive, he never went to bed early. He also never really talked to Gabriel for that long. Maybe he was, and Dean just never noticed it, but he sure noticed it today. "Whatever. Goodnight, bitch."

Sam chuckled lightly, and stood up from the bed, "Night Jerk." He said as he walked out the room, and waved to Dean.

Dean got the rest of his homework out of his bag, and finished it. He looked back at the clock to check the time, it was 11. He rested his head on the pillow, and stared at the ceiling. He couldn't help but think about that boy he saw in the windowsill earlier that day. He thought about what color his eyes were. He was actually wondering what he was like, since Gabriel wasn't much of a help with description. The thing that bothered him the most was what the hell this kid's name was. What kind of brother doesn't even mention a name when explaining him to someone? Gabriel definitely seemed like a good brother. Sarcasm intended.
"Stop thinking about him" Dean whispered to himself as he closed his eyes. But with his eyes closed, he started to picture him with even more detail. He could remember the small amount of stubble that perfectly fit him. The hair that looked like he just came out of bed, but it fit him. The color of his skin. The color of his hair. The color of his everything, but his eyes.
After thinking about him for a long time, Dean finally fell asleep.