GABRIEL

It's a bright, sunlit morning for a Sunday. It's quiet and peaceful, just like the way Gabriel likes it. Although it was a Sunday, which means his brother, Michael, comes home for lunch and dinner. But there seems to be no Michael with his stupid, scowling face to ruin the cheerful mood in the air. There was only Castiel, silent and stoic, little Cassie. Which was, wow, kind of surprising.

'Hey, Cassie!' Gabriel chirps as he flops on a chair beside his younger brother, Castiel. Castiel Shurley is a bit of a mystery, in Gabriel's honest opinion. He's usually silent, but when he speaks, it comes out hard and harsh. Also, his voice is unusually deep for someone his age, which bums Gabriel out. (He still sounds like a fucking six-year old, sometimes.) Castiel is sixteen, the youngest of the Shurley's. Out of all their brothers, he looks like Dad the most. He got Dad's piercing, ocean blue eyes, the sharp slants of his face reminds Gabriel of Dad so much, and that mess of raven curls he calls hair. His gaze is always intense and he talks all formal and whatnot, but at the same time Castiel is genuine and approachable, though he doesn't look like it. He's mature- actually, too mature for his age. 'What are you doing home? Aren't you supposed to be at church, doing religious shit?'

Castiel gave him a disapproving look. 'Yes, but I requested Father and Michael to be at home for the meantime,' he sighs, clearly not liking the idea that he may be missing out on something at church. Gabriel rolls his eyes. What could he possibly miss out at church that was remotely interesting? 'I needed to finish this project for my class. It was harder than I anticipated. It was a good thing I attended mass.'

'Right, okay, you need help?' Gabriel asks kindly, already picking up materials near Castiel and scooting closer to his baby brother.

'Thank you, Gabriel. Help is much appreciated.' His voice sounds taut but the the older brother saw the grateful look he casted at him.

Gabriel supposes the reason why Castiel had this sort of disposition was because of their Dad. Of course- the main issues of the Shurley household all roots back to Chuck Shurley, Lawrence's only church pastor. He was kind of deadbeat, anyway. Sure, he's there physically but Gabriel never feels his presence as dad. Nope, more like… some god.

Whatever, Gabriel has his own thing, anyway. One more year, and he's definitely gone.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of them, save for the sounds of papers being snipped and markers being capped and uncapped. Gabriel only knows peace like this with Cas, none with his immature, asshole brothers. Gabriel looks at Castiel and grins widely, 'You know I'm glad you're here, bucko, I feel like we don't hang anymore.' he ends his sentence with a dramatic sigh.

'You see me every day at school, we always sit beside each other at the cafeteria when we eat lunch. We're also together before and after school... almost,' Castiel pauses, indicating to the times when Gabriel would commit one of his "harmless" pranks. 'Oh, and we stay and live together in one house.' When Gabriel looks up, Castiel was staring at him witheringly. The older Shurley laughs loudly.

'Right, right,' he chuckles. They stay quiet after, that is until Castiel speaks. 'But you are right, we do not 'hang' like we used to do.'

Gabriel feels guilty. 'Sorry, Cassie, it's just...' he trails off. He has never been good with expressing emotions, not even to his family, not to Castiel. Not to anyone.

But this was his brother. He can trust Castiel.

'Well, school has been shit. I'm doing so badly at well, everything,' he laughs humorlessly. 'It's gonna take a fucking miracle if I could make it past 12th Grade.'

'Gabriel, you should not doubt yourself. You are smarter than you give yourself credit for. I know this because I have seen- and experienced, unfortunately- some of your pranks. It will only take a genius to formulate those.' Castiel admonishes, looking at his older brother with fierce loyalty.

Gabriel beams instantly. Damn, his baby bro really knew what to say. 'Thanks, kid.' he murmurs, smile going impossibly soft.

He stays quiet, his heart feels full. He can feel another smile threatening to break out. He was not used to the feeling. Gabriel clears his throat and speaks, 'Oh, by the way, I need a chaperone for the Winter Formal. I got a big thing I'm planning to pull out.' He looks at his brother, grinning like the devil. Castiel shot him a furious look.

'Gabriel, no, you will not make me an accomplice for your pranks again. Also, you're 17- you are perfectly capable for getting away all by yourself.'

'Yes, but,' he prolongs the word "but", 'It wouldn't be half as fun without you. Plus, you're an excellent getaway driver.'

'The answer is still no.' Castiel replies snootily. Gabriel groans, then stopped, thinking of something that could definitely change his brother's mind. He smirks diabolically.

'Say, Cas,' he looks at his younger brother innocently. 'You know anyone named Dean Winchester?'

Several things happened at once. He dropped the cardboard he was cutting so evenly, while blushing profusely, and dropped the can of Gabriel's Dr. Pepper to the floor. Gabriel snickered as his baby brother rushed to fix the mess and scrubbed the floor clean, avoiding eye contact with him in the process. He feels bad, but it had to be done.

'Yes, he is a classmate of mine,' Castiel answers, voice strained. 'Why do you ask?'

'Oh, nothing. Just, you know, he's very, very handsome, ain't he? I just love those green eyes-'

'Yes, fine, I will chaperone you to the Winter Formal.' the younger Shurley snaps, still avoiding his brother's mocking gaze. Gabriel guffaws and slaps his hand on the table triumphantly, all the while his brother glares at him.

'I hope you are proud of yourself.'

'Oh, I am,' Gabriel beams. 'Sorry, Cassie, it's just so fun teasing you.'

Castiel mumbles something. 'What was that?' Gabriel queries.

'Are you telling Father?' His brother asks quietly, his head hanging low.

'What? Why the hell would I tell Dad?'

'Because,' Castiel's voice cracks. 'Because I like Dean Winchester.'

'Oh. Oh.' Gabriel widens his eyes, shocked because of the sudden confession. 'No, Cassie, I won't tell him. You know what he's like...' he says gently, feeling like an ass for blackmailing Castiel like that. Turns out this was such a big deal for him.

It's not like their family was much of a help, anyway. The eldest brother; Michael, aside from being a self-righteous crybaby, is also a big homophobe. He publicly condemns 'the gays' and would openly discuss their 'abnormalities' every chance. Luke, while he barely comes home (Gabriel wonders sometimes if he's dead in a ditch somewhere, but the he remembers that Luke taught him most of the tricks and pranks he knows now and he abandons that worry. Doesn't mean he stopped missing his brother, though), is utterly indifferent to sexualities- but it still hurt when Gabriel came out to him and he just rolled his eyes, not caring. Lastly, their dad, well, doesn't really talk about it. But he doesn't agree, as well. That's why Gabriel never takes his flings at home, whether it's a girl or not.

None of them lasts, anyway. It's all just sex, sex, and more sex.

He's a little jealous of his baby brother, Castiel, who found someone he genuinely likes. He doesn't personally know Dean Winchester but there must be something about him that made Castiel Shurley, who is basically emotionally constipated, have an actual crush on him.

Gabriel continues, 'I'm not a fucking snitch, Castiel. You know our brothers are a great big bag of dicks, but I'm not one of them. So what if you like a guy? It shouldn't have to be a big deal, Cassie.'

'It is for me.' his brother whispers.

He narrows his eyes, confused. 'Well, that's stupid, Cassie. You shouldn't have to apologise for liking guys-'

'I do not like "guys," I like Dean.' he objects.

'Right,' Gabriel stares at his brother, who still won't meet his gaze. 'I promise I won't tell Dad.' he says, finally.

'Thank you, Gabriel,' Castiel says, for the second time today.

'Anytime, nerd.'


Days come very swiftly, and it's suddenly the night of the Winter Formal. Students, clad in sparkly dresses and fancy suits, are piling on and grinding into each other. He saw two students making out on the bleachers, and was wholly surprised that they haven't been reprimanded yet. The event was more packed than he had originally thought. Which was spectacular, this opportunity is giving him so much advantage. He grins, patting his pants' pockets confidently.

He whips his head toward the windows next to the door, checking to see if his partner-in-crime hasn't bailed. He saw Cas sitting primly behind the wheels, looking bored and serious as per usual.

Gabriel would probably describe the Winter Formal as boring as shit. The decorations were the same ones that are used every year, just recycled and reinvented. The DJ that they picked was shitty, too, and most plausibly cheap. He only plays EDM and remixes of songs that weren't even good. The food were okay, just lacking more sweets and booze. Which by the way, he was very sure that somebody spiked the drinks. Gabriel guesses that somebody had perhaps gotten here before anyone else were, posing as a school staff and putting alcohol into the drinks' containers.

He's glad somebody did spike the drinks, the whole students seemed much more carefree and lively and the school staff were exchanging only suspicious stares, so everything's fine. Which gives him plenty of time to execute his plan. He scans the crowd, looking for a possible coconspirator. Who would be willing enough to join him?

Gabriel spots a familiar mop of brunet hair. 'Huh. The kid from the library. Wonder if he's up for it?' thought he. He figured the boy may not, since he's a little reluctant the first time he approached him. But the kid seemed to enjoy his shenanigan last week, so he counted him in the list of possible Partner in Crimes.

Next was

His gaze fell to Kali, and his mood dampens instantly. She was dancing with someone, probably some jackass in one of her classes, just to spite him personally. Gabriel balled his fists, and looks away. He's not going to let anyone ruin this day, especially not Kali. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply.

When he opens his eyes, he searches for the counter where they put food and refreshments. Gabriel swaggers toward it, eyeing the drinks thoughtfully.

Gabriel may have seem to miscalculate... something. His head feels woozy and light, and he was having a little trouble talking... and walking... and just standing, in general. His field of vision is blurry and all over the place. Which was strange since he's only drank two cups worth of booze. Maybe five. Also, he sort of downed that bottle of whiskey he illegally smuggled inside the school. Okay, he's drunk and it's bad. It is very bad. If there was still a lick of sobriety in him, he would definitely freak out now. His father was an extreme alcoholic, and there is no way in hell Gabriel would inherit that trait from him.

But he is. An alcoholic. He loves drinking alcohol, and he loves being so drunk that he forgets everything and everyone. So drunk that he is not aware of his actions or his surroundings. So drunk that he is not aware of whose neck he's kissing, or whose hands is fiercely tugging at his hair, or whose erection is poking at his leg.

He grunts and blinks blearily, his head and chest both pounding wildly. But he doesn't stop, instead dedicates his focus on the stranger's tanned, unblemished chest, kissing, sucking, and trailing down to his narrow navel. 'Whoever this might be, he's got good body, shit,' thought Gabriel dreamily.

It's been too long since he's fooled around with a guy, and doing it again fills him with an inexplicable pleasure. The stranger is compliant and bendy to him, and that sends an exciting thrill that courses through his veins. Gabriel's hand brushes on the boy's naked, beautiful hips, reveling in his perfect body. He doesn't know where they are, or if anyone were watching- but he could not care less. The touch earns him a shiver and hitch of breath, the sound going straight to Gabriel's groin. Finally, he looks up, and the sight of a flushed, sweaty, and utterly beautiful face welcomes him. Gabriel thinks for a moment that he's sort of familiar, and he may have seen him before but the way the stranger's mouth is hanging open, puffs of air escaping his red, swollen lips takes his breath away, all rational leaving just flying out of his head. Gabriel licks his lips and stands up to capture the stranger's mouth with his own, and pulls away, leaving the other boy breathless, his eyes lidded.

His mouth tastes like lemon and vodka. 'What's your name?' he asks, voice full of wonder.

'Seriously?' The pretty stranger stared at him with disbelief, before sighing in disappointment. 'It's Sam.'

'Sam.' Gabriel says the name with fervor and steals a kiss again, leaving the other boy panting. Then, he leans down and places his ear next to the boy's ear, and did an experimental lick. 'I'm gonna make this the best night of your life,' he whispers, voice sultry. This earned a shudder and whimper from Sam.

He goes down, and down, and down. Until pretty Sam is mewling and writhing under him.


DEAN

Dean was having the worst Winter Formal, which was a first for him.

Firstly, Lisa ditched him. Not just with the dance, but with their relationship, as well. Although he doubts it will last very long since they are known for being an 'on and off' couple, fighting like cats and dogs one minute, and humping like animals the next. But still, the sight of her dancing with some other dude is enough to piss him off. Dean glares at the pair.

Secondly, some dumbass spilled some weird, blue liquid on him and it would not come off even after spending a couple of hours inside the comfort room. He looked like an idiot wearing his coat, button up, to cover the strange stain. He groans for the fifth time that night, reaching for the red Solo cup and filling it with the school drink. God, it's probably some lame, generic juice. He drinks it anyway, and was pleasantly surprised by the slight burn in his throat, and the warmth that pools in his stomach. He eyes the drink carefully, and silently applauded the person who managed to actually spike the drinks. He's got to admit that that was impressive, and how the teachers have not confiscated the beverage – that was impressive, too. He downs the cup and giddily filled it up again.

Dean glances over the clock and he almost drops the cup he's holding. He scans the crowd, looking for Sam, hoping to haul ass and get home as soon as possible or Dad will kill them, then resurrect them just to kill them again. When he didn't spot the brown-haired nerd, he curses and gulped down the spiked drink, crushed the paper cup, and muttered, 'Goddammit, Sammy, where are you?' to himself.

Then, he recognized the blonde tresses of a familiar figure. He almost breathes in a sigh of relief. If anyone would knew Sam's whereabouts, it would be her. He jogged towards her, was disappointed when he didn't saw Sam hanging around with her, and flashed a smug grin to the guy she's talking to, who instantaneously gives him a half-hearted glare. 'Excuse me, may I borrow Jess here a bit? Thanks, man.' He doesn't wait for a response and mildly pulled the girl away from her friends.

'Dean?' Jess blinks at her. 'What's up?' Jessica Moore was a beauty, her golden locks were tied into a neat, lazy bun. Her makeup was scarce, making her face look more natural and fair, and she's wearing a white shirt waist dress, which suits her. On the other hand, she's extremely nice and proper, too. She and Sam have been friends since they were basically babies. Honestly, it baffles Dean on why Sam hadn't asked her out yet.

'Hey Jess, you look smashing, but listen,' He grimaces. 'I can't find Sam. You see him anywhere?'

'No, sorry,' Her forehead creases. 'Have you tried outside? Usually when there are parties, he gets overwhelmed and goes outside for fresh air.'

'Guess I haven't. I'm freaking out. If we don't go home after 10, Dad will get mad.'

'I'll help you look-'

Dean cut her off. 'No, you enjoy the party. Sam is my responsibility.' With that, he dashed outside and wildly yelled, 'Sam? Sammy! Goddammit, Samantha, I'm gonna kick your ass!' With that, he kick a poor can, hitting the wall with a loud thud. He shouted for Sam's name some more, until his voice is scratchy and hoarse. He heaves and fights the urge to cry. 'If anything happens to Sam, it's on me.' He thought to himself, furiously scrubbing his face.

In frustration, he punched the wall. Ignoring the sting, he did it again, and again, and again until blood was gushing freely from his knuckles. 'Fuck!' he whispers.

'Did the wall do anything wrong?' A gruff voice snapped him out of his small breakdown. He jerked his head to the sound of the voice and was startled by the source. A short, raven-haired boy stands before him. He was wearing a casual dress shirt, black pants, and tanned coat that was too big for him. His eyes are strikingly blue – the color of the ocean. Deans knows him – Castiel something. The quiet boy with the bluest eyes he's ever seen. He never says anything, not even with reciting in front of the class. It's the first time he's heard him speak.

'Mind your own fucking business,' he spat and clenched his fist, wincing audibly.

The boy looks like he's about to say something, but he just bows down and takes something from his coat's pocket. He gets a clean cloth from his pockets and hands it into Dean. He eyes the cloth reproachfully and grabs it, feeling guilty for snapping at him like that.

'Thanks. Castiel, right?' He wipes the cloth on his bloodied fists, hissing softly

Castiel seemed surprised that Dean knows his name, but he nods. His eyes stays on Dean on whatever he does, which makes him a little uncomfortable. Dean clears his throat and looks at Castiel again, 'Thanks again, man. Sorry for earlier.' He looks at the dirty cloth, and sheepishly stuffs it into his pockets. 'I'll return this to you, squeaky clean. Scout's honor.'

Castiel nods again, eyes still glued to Dean, never once breaking eye contact. Dean flushes. 'Right, I gotta...'

'If you want to find someone, try the restrooms. My brother has informed me that,' Castiel pauses, cheeks reddening. 'Students often… consummate there.'

Why had Dean never thought of that? He grins, 'Thanks, Cas!' Then, he hurries back inside the school, leaving the other boy blinking rapidly, and cheeks thoroughly reddened.