A/N: Gah… It's taken me forever to write this… sorry for the late update and not updating as soon as I normally did… I'm starting to get really attached to this in a way that astounds me. As a writer I generally distance myself from my work in order to not get attached. But… Welp… It's Sabriel, what can I say?
Side note: Updates might be slow… I'm moving and getting my life back on track, but to be honest, right now I am the happiest I have been in a long time… Anyhow… enough with my personal stuff. :3
Enjoy~!
Chapter 4: Remember Me
The idle chatter that sprung from nowhere shocked Sam. The way Gabriel seemed to be more himself in the open air, honey eyes gleaming with playful delight, lollipop being brandished almost mischievously as he swore at the teasing jokes that were being tossed back and forth. More than ever he wanted to hold the other, caress his cheek and press his lips against those soft ones he longed to lose himself in.
"Hey! Sambo! You're staring at me again! What am I, a slab of meat?" A fine brow quirked up in mock curiosity that was displaced by the grin and the playful glint in his eyes; Sam rolled his eyes playfully back as he fished his journal out.
"Shall we continue?" He smiled, and watched at that playful air turned into one of joy as Gabriel happily nodded.
"Of course! Did they end up hooking up or what?" Sam laughed softly at the eagerness in his tone, a brisk shake of his head and he settled back down, taking in a soft breath as he opened the journal to its book marked page.
It had been exactly two weeks since he'd met that man at Mystery Spot and he hadn't heard a word from him. He was starting to get anxious, almost rejected even. Though Dean assured him that Castiel was working his magic on making the date more confirmed, more of a double date sort of thing so he would actually go.
"You're acting like such a girl dude. Lighten up! Let him come to you!" Dean teased as he hauled another piece of lumber into the back of the waste truck. Sam rolled his eyes, swatting the back of his head playfully.
"Dude, I'm not being a girl," a roll of the eyes "Did Cas tell you anything about him?" He was sure the anxiety was seeping into his tone. He had to admit he was acting like a giddy school girl ever since he'd laid eyes on the golden angel. Dean gave him a long look, as if sizing him up and Sam couldn't help but squirm underneath that gaze.
"Well, his name is Gabriel…from a rather rich and pompous family, the possessive freak that he was with was some guy, Adam I think." His friend responded with a light shrug. To him Gabriel did seem slightly out Sam's league, but the way Sam had been eyeing him, shit he didn't want to get in the way of that.
"Gabriel…"Sam repeated the name, allowing it to roll off of his tongue. It was a gorgeous name for such a gorgeous man. Sure, it was the name of an Archangel, but, damn was it fitting. He'd been calling him the golden angel since that night, least to himself. The name was perfect. He smiled lightly at that before he was smacked on the shoulder, being pulled from his revere.
"Dude, Don't do that… creepin' the shit outta me." Dean muttered as they headed back towards the building they were working on, dusting hands on jeans almost in unison. Sam had to laugh at that. The only thoughts that stuck with him through the work day was Gabriel. Damn, how perfect was that? He couldn't stop smiling as he and Dean finished their shifts, settling on the back of Sam's truck.
"Just talked to Cas durin' break. Says that Gabriel's agreed to come to a movie. He don' know you're goin' though. So it'll be your chance to woo him!" his tone was cocky and arrogant, the typical son of a bitch attitude made Sam roll his eyes. Of course.
"So you're saying that I have to woo him? What if I'm just too damn good and don't have to? What if he takes one more look at me and swoons?" Sam teased, nudging his friend happily. They both shared a throaty laugh before deciding they needed to part ways for the evening to prepare for the double 'date'.
The drive home was almost agonizing, his thoughts a constant race of what could possibly happen when they got to the theater, so many things. He wouldn't make a move though, unlike Dean, he was classier than that. Least he'd like to believe that his dead-beat father had raised him right. He pulled up to his house, letting out a sigh as he shut off the engine, pocketing his keys as he got out. His father was sitting on the deck, and he sighed as he stepped forward.
"Dad?" John slowly looked up from the book in his hands, leather bound with the golden title 'Holy Bible' etched into the front. Figured the hypocrite was reading that.
"Going out again?" was the rough reply, to which Sam merely nodded as he headed in the house. Albeit his father was a dick most the time, he couldn't be too angry with him, no. He couldn't. He was his father and he did raise him with proper hard working values. More Dean could say being raised by his ass-wad of a father. The constant beatings, the shouting, the near rape; His father had been in prison ever since. He kind of felt sorry for the guy.
Slowly stripping out of his clothing he showered. Once he was sure he was clean and the sweat and grime had been sufficiently scrubbed from his body he turned the water off, grabbing a towel off of the rack and wrapping it around his waist. He sighed softly, running a hand through his damp hair as he walked back into his room. What was he supposed to wear? His brow furrowed lightly at that. He wasn't used to dates; he never really attracted as many men as Dean did. Hell, He hadn't been out on a date since freshman year in High School.
Deciding on a plain white t shirt and a pair of black nice jeans that fit snug against his already too lithe form; he grabbed the jacket from the hook on the back of his door and slid it on as he gabbed his keys. He checked the time as he walked down the stairs. He had just enough time to rush out and make it to the theater on time. With that he hurried out.
xXx
It didn't take him long to get there, nor to recognize the dazzling Gabriel standing nervously outside the theater. Cas probably made it sound like a blind date. How adorable. He had to admire from afar the way the other was tapping his foot lightly in an almost impatient fashion, the way the tight blue jeans fit in all the perfect ways, accentuating that plush- he was going to cut that thought off right there. His eyes continued to travel, seeing as the pale blue shirt clung to reveal a rather muscular body beneath the fabric. His hand twitched slightly. Even with the distance he just wanted to reach out and touch it.
"Is this going to turn out to be some horribly written porn? Simon's sounding like a horny teenager" Gabriel interrupted with a light huff, obvious disappointment in his voice. Sam could only laugh.
"Gabriel, Simon is a horny teenager." He said matter – of – factly. Gabriel merely rolled his eyes, slouching in his chair slightly.
"Well, I do have to agree with him, Patrick sounds delicious!" he quipped and Sam had to force himself to breath.
"Lets continue, shall we?"
The simplistic way the leather jacket he wore accented his attire to perfection made Sam believe that the man standing there was a work of art. He gathered his wits about himself as he slowly approached the other.
"I never got to properly introduce myself," Sam said meekly, watching in amusement as Gabriel turned his head, eyes widening slightly in mild shock before narrowing in frustration.
"Remind me to smack little Cassie later for this…" he muttered, shaking his head. It was obvious that he was disgruntled, and that made an uneasy feeling settle in Sam's stomach. Had he lost a battle that hadn't even started yet? What was happening? He took in a calming breath before shifting, offering his hand.
"The name's Samuel Winchester, though… everyone just calls me Sam." He stated politely with a light bow of the head. Gabriel blinked at the gesture and was caught off guard before smirking as he took his hand, shaking it lightly.
"Gabriel. Nice to meet ya, Sambo~" He snickered at the visible flinch that came from Sam. Almost as if on que, Dean strode up with a shit eating grin plastered across his face. The jerk.
"Welp! Cat's out of the bag, Cas~" he teased as he wrapped his arm around his trench coat clad companion who looked just as happy to be there as a cat that had been placed in a tub full of water.
Gabriel scoffed. "Cassie set this up, and might I say, you coulda done better!" The teasing never ceased with him did it? Sam found himself rolling his eyes as the four of them got their tickets and easily got to the theater, finding their seats and settling in.
Almost as soon as the room darkened and the movie started, he could hear the muffled whimpered protests and the catches of breath beside him, the tell tale sign that Dean was going to make the entire theater uncomfortable. He shifted slightly to lean over towards Gabriel who seemed as interested in the movie as a kid being forced to eat broccoli.
"You wanna go somewhere else? A walk maybe?" He offered softly, and much to his shock, Gabriel turned to him, nodding lightly, not seeming phased by the fact that their noses brushed just the slightest. He slowly stood and Sam followed as they exited the theater.
"I think Cas just wanted me around so that Dean-o wouldn't try anything. That helped a lot." The playful tone was always present and it had Sam smiling at it. Who couldn't be attracted to this man? He really was an angel, wasn't he? As they started walking, idle chatter ensued, playful jokes and shoves, hearty laughs and half attempts and homicide by playful pushes into the street. After what seemed like hours they came upon the bank of the small river than ran near the town. Gabriel let out a soft laugh.
"This far already..? Damn… I completely lost track of time..." He said softly, his hands sliding idly into his pockets, his thumbs curling around the waistline of his pants. Sam had to smile at this, for some rich stuck up snob, he actually found that Gabriel was rather deep. In the time that they'd been walking, he'd learned about his love for sugary treats that his parents normally denied him in order to keep him in good figure, he adored painting, a guilty pleasure he called it, and above all else, he adored poetry. That fact in itself has astonished Sam to the point where he had gone quiet for several minutes causing Gabriel to shove at him demanding that he not silently mock him.
"Yeah, it appears that way." He replied, shrugging his shoulders as he gazed out at the water. He loved the river, it was his favorite place to go and sit after working long hours. He'd sit and think, just allow his mind to wonder over the possibilities of life. On occasion he'd bring a book with him. He smiled lightly at the thought, keeping his gaze on the gentle current of the darkened waters, illuminated only by a small sliver of silver from the moon above. He hadn't realized that Gabriel had been taking to him until the other was right in front of him, hands on his shoulders using minimal strength to shake him.
"Yo! Sambo! Ya in there man?" Sam only had to blink and tilt his head down before noting the tender brush of skin against skin as his nose slid gently across the others. He could feel the warm breath against his lips, and in that moment of silence. Everything fell into place for Sam. This was the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. This man was perfection beyond his wildest imaginings. This man was God in his eyes.
Without missing a beat, his hands were placed tenderly upon Gabriel's hips, and he watched as a small tint of pink dusted over his lightly tanned cheeks. He really was gorgeous, and the way the moonlight was hitting him, cascading through his honey brown locks, making them glisten in beautiful hues of browns and blonds; and his eyes, the glimmer in them, the moonlight hitting them so perfectly that the gold seemed magnified. He held his breath as he closed the distance, allowing his lips to caress those beneath his.
When no reaction was given he was tempted to pull away and his muscles tensed in the reaction to do so. Though he was stopped short by a hand cupping the back of his neck as the lips were pressed back against his; and they moved in almost perfect synchronization. Mouths pressing and pulling, massaging the other's lips with a tenderness neither of them really believed was there. Sam knew. Knew from that single kiss, from that single moment of gazing at the gorgeous man before him; that this is what he wanted his life to consist of, Gabriel. Just Gabriel.
A tear slowly slid down Sam's cheek as he finished reading, taking in a quiet breath as he allowed himself to become immersed within that memory, allowed his lips to feel those soft tender ones beneath his, allowed himself to feel the hand trailing through the hair at the back of his neck, immersed himself in the soft sounds that escaped his new found lover as he had pulled him closer that night.
He started as he felt the feather light touch brush across his cheek to catch the tear, and sorrowful golden eyes met his tortured hazel. Sam's breath caught in his throat. He could have sworn that he'd seen something there, in those eyes before Gabriel pulled away, saw some form of remembrance.
"Remember me.." He whispered softly. The other man merely tilted his head, quirking a fine brow at him in question.
"What?"
"It was a song… that I used to sing to you…" he whispered softly, and the struck look that captured Gabriel's features made him believe that he remembered.
Gabriel sat there a few moments, trying to process the man's words. Sam used to sing to him..? A son that had the line remember me? His brows knit together as he tried to think, tried to recall. Slowly he started hearing a fuzzy piano tune and a deep melodic voice mumbling lyrics that he didn't understand. Then it hit him, and his eyes widened as he stared at the man. No, not man; His Sammy. His beautiful, adoring, gorgeous, compassionate, hard-working, Samsquatch of a man; the man he loved.
xXx
Sam smiled softly as his long fingers danced along the keys of the piano situated in the den of their home. He took several soft breaths, his eyes sliding shut as he waited for the keys to announce when he was allowed to vocalize the beauty he was playing.
"Remember, I will still be here as long as you hold me in your memory. Remember; when your dreams have ended, time can be transcended just remember me." He took a breath, smiling softly as he shifted his gaze to the Gabriel, slowly but surely starting to forget things. This was his way of trying to make an impact, trying to make something that could trigger it all back if he tried hard enough.
"I am the one star that keeps burning so brightly, it is the last light to fade into the rising sun. I'm with you, whenever you tell my story. For I am all I've done." Another breath, another glance.
"Remember, I will still be here, as long as you hold me in your memory. Remember me."
"I am that one voice in the cold wind that whispers and if you listen you'll hear me call across the sky, as long as I still can reach out and touch you, than I will never die."
"Remember, I'll never leave you, if you will only remember me. Remember, I will still be here as long as you hold me in your memory."
"Remember, when your dreams have ended time can be transcended I live forever."
"Remember me." He played out the last few notes beautifully, stopping only when he heard soft sobs coming from the doorway. Instantly alarmed he stood, only to have a hand held up to still him.
"Sammy, If I do forget you…play this for me… remind me that this… that you learned this… and did this for me… tell me to remember you…" Gabriel whispered quietly, so unlike his usual cocky and smiling self. This broken shell of a man was falling apart before him and Sam was powerless to stop it. All he could do was hope, and attempt to find something to make things easier. To make the world around his lover fall back into place.
xXx
"Sammy…. You sang that… in May… I don't remember the year…. I was forgetting things…" He whispered, eyes widening with the realization that he recalled that memory, but everything else… everything else was fuzzy and not there, blacked out moments and little pictures playing in his head like an unfinished movie. He didn't understand it.
Sam's heart skipped a beat as he watched and listened. Too afraid to move, Too afraid to breathe for fear of this clarity leaving. Though, as usual, the moment left the moment Anna crossed the grass, smiling at Gabriel who grinned back, taking her arm and waving at Sam; leaving him there still stuck on the song… stuck on the words.
A/N: Okay, So that I don't get sued… the Song is called "Remember me" by "Josh Groban" and It does not belong to me.
On a different note… LONGEST CHAPTER EVER! Over 3k words.. I am proud of this. Haha. Let me know what you all think!
Again… sorry for the belated update! T_T Will try and get more up. I am not abandoning this! Life is just getting in the way of my writing!
-sets out cake- It's Angel Food cake.
-grin-
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