"Yeah, dad's still being weird, but I guess things are better. Bobby's been showing me some stuff with cars. It's not as interesting as you said it would be." Sam mumbled into his phone. Dean had bought him the phone before he left for San Francisco so that they could keep each other updated.
"I should get you out here, Sam. The weather is awesome. You'd love it here."
Sam smiled into his phone. He missed his brother terribly, but was happy that Dean had gotten away when he had the chance. "That'd be cool." The wind whipped up and blew Sam's long hair into his face. He really needed a haircut after not doing anything with it all summer. He swore he could get a small ponytail out of it, but he wasn't going to try. "It's definitely Fall here." Sam said, cursing at the wind as it chilled the air. It was Monday afternoon and he was walking home after school let out. He didn't have Dean to pick him up from school anymore. Things really changed after Dean left.
"Doing okay in school?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, A's in all my classes." Sam smiled proudly. School was never Dean's thing, but it was definitely Sam's. Sam watched his footing on the cracked pavement. He held his phone close to his ear to block out the noisy wind. A car pulled up to the side of the road and honked its horn. Sam looked up and saw that it was Gabriel.
"Hey, need a ride, Sam?" Gabriel asked, leaning his head out of his car window.
"Who's that, Sammy?"
"No one. I got to go." Sam hastily snapped his phone shut and pocketed it. He ran up to Gabriel's car and got inside. This had happened before when Gabriel was on his way back from his classes at the local community college. It was happening more and more lately, which led Sam to believe that Gabriel was driving around on purpose so that he could give Sam a ride home. The thought made Sam blush.
"Thanks, Gabriel…" Sam clicked his seatbelt and Gabriel took his foot off the break, slowly moving the car foreword. "Uh- do you think we could go to your place instead?" Sam hoped the answer would be yes. He didn't want to go home quite yet. He would usually stay at the library after school, but he heard of an oncoming storm and didn't want to walk home in the rain.
"Uh, yeah sure." Gabriel looked nervous. He turned a street and headed back to the other side of town where he lived. "Everything alright, Sam?" Gabriel rolled his car over the train tracks that ran through town. They were half way there.
"Yeah. I just don't want to go home." Sam pulled at the sleeves of his thick down pat his hands. Gabriel pursed his lips. He was worried about Sam, but knew that the younger boy didn't want to talk about anything. They rode and silence until Gabriel pulled his car into his driveway and parked it in the garage.
"Don't you need to tell your parents?" Gabriel spoke up as they entered the house. Gabriel was relieved that neither his mother nor father was there. It would be hard to explain why he was bringing home a boy that was much younger than him. Sure, he liked Sam, but he wouldn't act on his attraction. Sam was too young, and well, that wouldn't settle well in society.
"I texted my mom." Sam lied. He sat down with a huff on the couch. Gabriel sat down next to him and held up the remote. "I don't mind what we watch." Sam mumbled. He leaned his head back against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. Gabriel looked over and gulped hard when he saw Sam's neck, bare and exposed.
No, Gabriel. You can't even think about doing anything with this kid… He's like twelve. Gabriel shook his head and changed the channel. He left it on some gold mining show and got up form the couch. Sam looked at him questioningly. "I'm sure you're hungry. I always was when I came home after school." Gabriel grinned and patted his stomach. "I have all kinds of food in the kitchen. You hungry?"
Sam nodded and got up from the couch. He got up too quickly and winced, rubbing his back. "Ow…" He groaned.
Gabriel was at his side in moments. "Hey, you alright?" Gabriel placed a hand on Sam's back and held him steady. Sam nodded quickly and stood up straight. He blew out of a pained breath. "Are you hurt?" Gabriel asked, grabbing he fabric of Sam's sweatshirt and lifting it.
"I'm fine!" Sam pushed Gabriel away. He was shocked at his own motions and apologized completely. "I-I'll go. Sorry." Sam picked up his backpack from the floor and slung it over his shoulder. He winced again as his bag hit his back, but he brushed it off and began walking towards the door. Gabriel stood in shock and watched as Sam walked out the front door and shut it behind him. It took Gabriela few minutes to collect his thoughts. He heard the pitter patter of rain on the windows of his house and groaned.
"That kid's going to get sick in this weather." Gabriel grabbed his keys and his coat before leaving his house behind and getting into his car. Sam was already pretty far down the road when Gabriel pulled up next to him and slowed his car down to a crawl. "Sam, get in the car." Gabriel whined. The rain was coming down harder.
"Are you going to take me home?" Sam looked up, still walking. Gabriel gave in and nodded. He stopped the car and Sam stood outside of the vehicle in the rain.
"Come on, Sam." Gabriel pleaded with the younger boy. "You're getting soaked. Get in the car before I leave you here." Gabriel wouldn't actually leave Sam there on the side of the road in the rain, but he had to say something to get Sam back into the car. Sam obliged when a clap of thunder sounded overhead. He shivered when he got into the car and Gabriel turned the heat on high.
"I-I don't want you to take me home." Sam said. He looked up, his eyes pleading. His sweatshirt was soaked through and he looked like a drowned dog with his mess of hair stuck to his face.
"Alright." Gabriel reached into the backseat and grabbed his coat. He threw it at Sam. "Change out of that before you get sick." Gabriel quickly turned his car around and made his way back to his house. He glanced over when Sam pulled his sweatshirt over his head and his shirt came up with it. Sam's back and side were covered in bruises, some looked new and other were yellow and green tinted from healing. Sam quickly pulled his shirt down and pulled Gabriel's coat on. It was a good fit for Sam at the time; he and Gabriel were about the same size.
"Thanks." Sam said, wiping his wet hair from his face.
"Is that why you don't want to go home?" Gabriel asked, fearing Sam's bruises were the reason.
"What?" Sam looked shocked.
"Those bruises… If you're dad-" Gabriel was cut off by Sam frantically trying to set things straight.
"No! My dad wouldn't- well he would- but he didn't. I got in a fight with some jerks at school." Sam flailed his arms in the air. "If I go home, my parents are going to yell at me. The principal probably already called them." Sam grumbled. He looked up at Gabriel who looked so relieved. "What's with that look?"
"Just glad, you know, that it's not some family trouble. Parents beating up their kids." Gabriel shivered at the thought. Sam nodded in compliance. They sat in silence until Gabriel pulled into his driveway and pushed the button for the garage to open. "So who are the jerks?" Gabriel asked, genuinely interested.
"This guy named Azazel. He's a Junior." Sam quickly hopped out of the car, bringing his things with him. Gabriel did the same and they walked inside. This time they went straight for the kitchen. Sam sat at one of the bar stools and swiveled on the seat. "He said some stuff about Dean and I punched him in the face."
Gabriel couldn't stifle his laughter. "I knew you had that Winchester attitude. You're too calm half the time, I almost forget your Dean's little brother." Gabriel chuckled.
"I'm not little." Sam spoke, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. "I'm fourteen."
"Well, compared to me, you're little." Gabriel chuckled some more and patted Sam on the shoulder before walking off to the fridge and pulling out some jelly. He walked over to the cabinets and pulled out some bread and some peanut butter. "PBJs?" He looked over to Sam who was sitting silently and fiddling his thumbs. "Sammy?"
"Does that bother you?" Sam suddenly asked. Gabriel stood back and pursed his lips. Sam looked up, his face flushed red. "That I am so young, and you're much older?"
"Uh-" Gabriel couldn't form words. He wasn't the only one thinking about whatever was between them, if it was anything. "Sam- I-" Gabriel set his jars and bread down on the counter and sighed. He rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Forget I said anything." Sam mumbled. He dropped his head into his hands and sighed heavily. Gabriel groaned and walked over to Sam. He stood there until Sam looked up, tears prickling the edges of his eyes. "Huh?"
Gabriel leaned in, placing his hands on either side of Sam's face. "I'm probably going to go to jail for this." He nervously laughed and pressed his lips to Sam's. Sam was shocked as first, not knowing exactly what to do, He just applied pressure on his side and that was it. Gabriel pulled back and ran his thumb over Sam's cheek to wipe away the tears. "That wasn't your first kiss, was it?" Gabriel breathed heavily. Sam nodded, squeezing his eyes shut from embarrassment. "Oh…." Gabriel felt like such a cradle robber. "Sorry-" He pulled away, but Sam lunged forward, getting up from his seat and grabbed onto Gabriel, forcing his lips on the older boy.
"And that was my second." Sam said smugly. Gabriel rolled his eyes and let his hands fall to Sam's sides. He was gentle as to not hit the bruises.
"I think I can handle jail." Gabriel smirked, kissing Sam deeply.
