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A/N: Sam Winchester, as promised my readers. Thanks to all who reviewed, faved and followed! Alright, so with this little gem here, I want to say that Sabriel moves a bit quicker than the other two.- Mostly on the grounds that Gabe is a fucking flirt and Sam can't tell Gabe no. Mostly due to the fact that most people can't look at that puppy in the face and scowl. It's not possible. I love Gabe- Alright, thank you all again for wasting your time reading this. I have the whole story planned out I've been thinking about this for some time, so I hope you all enjoy! And for my friends in America, I'm sorry about the cold! (And every where else that's freezing). Alright, thank you again, and I hope you enjoy!

Warning: Mild language, slightly suggestive themes, mentions of drug use/abuse, and mentions of death.


Mornings were dull and bright, sometimes cloudy with a chance of rain, and if he's lucky, it'll snow and he won't have to leave his flat.

Sam Winchester used to be a morning person, he truly was. Now when people talk of mornings, he'll flinch or let out a tired groan. He used to love going out in the mornings for a quick jog, snacking on a nutri-grain bar, or biking around the block a few times; and when he used to live with Bobby, that's exactly what he'd do. Bobby always found getting up in the morning (By choice) was ridiculous, (Although sometimes Bobby wouldn't even sleep.) but supported him anyhow, and Dean- Well, Dean thought waking up before 1:00 P.M ever was an issue. Mornings, as the time ticked on by, started losing it's initial appeal.

He met Jessica on a morning.

It was Thursday, a normal Thursday morning. He'd get up, jog around campus a bit, before heading back to his dorm for a bit of a snack and a quick shower before heading to his first class. He was taking Law at Stanford, and he can still remember how proud Bobby was of him, Dean smiled, he seemed happy, and Sam didn't ask for more than their approval. That seemingly happiness that Dean showed Sam was all he needed to pursue his life in Law.

Dean, no matter what, always wanted Sam to work with him on cars, and get a little down and dirty with actual mechanics, grease on his elbows and sweat on his brow. No matter how much Dean denied it, Sam knew that the reason his older brother went down to join mechanics, was because of their dad. Dean was four when he lost their mom and dad, and Sam was only a few months old, barely even one yet. He didn't remember their faces, or their voices, he only ever really remembered Dean, and Bobby, growing up at the Salvage Yard and being taught how to hunt deer and raccoon. Dean, on the other hand, remembers them. Barely, and Dean would confirm that, but he remembers bits and pieces, little things here and there- Bobby had called him John's good little soldier, and Mary's little angel, and Dean was a well behaved kid at four, unlike most who were his age.

He was getting off topic.

Jessica, morning, Thursday. Thursday morning. What day was it? Wednesday? Yeah, that seemed about right. He had work today, didn't he? Sam checked his phone, looking for his schedule. Yeah, but he had a few hours.

Hours, an hour. Hour was a funny thing, 60 minutes, 3600 seconds, 3600000 milliseconds, and so on and so on. Right to the solid decimal placement and another added on zero. A lot of things could happen in an hour, a lot more had even happened in a minute, and it's unimaginable how many things can happen in a moment.

He lost everything in a moment.

He lost his mom and dad in a moment. A fire had started in his nursery, and nobody was really able to tell him how or what went down in those few moments, but he was told countless times that Dean saved him. He was told, as he grew older to understand what was being said to him, that when the fire started, it woke his brother up, the smoke alarm was going off and he had to make see what was going on. Dean never really talked about it, but from what he got out of him, was that his brother ran through what was untouched by fire and scooped him out of his crib, and he ran.

Sam sometimes hears stories about someone's big brother being their hero, and he sometimes wonders what they mean by it. More often then not, they don't even begin to compare to what kind of brother Dean was, and for that, he was grateful. Dean was one of a kind, even at four.

He lost another in a moment as well.

Moments were strange, they happen suddenly, before a blink of an eye and sometimes it feels impossibly quicker, done and over it before it could even register.

There was another fire, but this one took his dreams and aspirations away.

He met Jessica on a Thursday morning. She had bumped into him on his way to his Law class, he ended up dropping half of his stuff on the floor; Sam sometimes smiles to himself when he remembers how embarrassed she was. He ended up finding out that she was in his Law class with him, he just never really noticed her before. One thing led to another, and they hooked up, or got together, however you want to see it. It was great, she was kind and supportive and a strong footing, she was able to keep Sam on the right track and push his feet forward when things got hard. She was everything Sam could have ever asked for, and more.

Dean had came strolling into town, him and Sam had been planning a get together for the weekend, some quality guy to guy time, brother to brother. They went on a hunting trip, and Sam hadn't been home in a few days. They bickered and teased each other, and they just had fun, it was nice to see his older brother after a few years, and it pulled away that stress from school, especially sense he had an appointment at 10 in the morning on Monday, he couldn't miss that and he had been stressing about it ever sense he heard.

Dean dropped him off early in the morning, around 2 or 3 A.M and they said their goodbyes. Sam left feeling good, tired, but good.

However, the moment he opened that door he had no idea that he was only a few steps away from losing everything. He could hear Jessica humming in the kitchen, making late night cereal no doubt, she did that a lot, and Sam always had to go out on milk runs. He announced he was home, and he heard the glass bowl to her cereal being set down as the blonde came running in, giving him a hug. They talked a bit, and soon went to bed, he had the appointment- the appointment was important, that was his whole future.

He doesn't believe he was asleep for more than a moment when he heard the fire-alarm going off, he remembers the light flickering from behind his eyeslids and that scorching heat; The air was thick and he could barely breath. That's when he saw the fire, his adrenaline kicking in as fear struck him to his core.

Sam remembers kicking out of the sheets that clung sweatily to his skin, reaching for Jessica who was already wide awake, seeming to have woken up moments after him. He grabbed her arm and she jumped on the bed as they tried to escape, part of the ceiling were beginning to collapse, and furniture began to smolder and wilt as everything began to turn to ash and black smoke. Sam was running to the door when a loud crash erupted causing the place to shake. His arm jerked, and he thought Jessica was hesitating but the hand let go, and it was yanked from his grip.

He had turned around and saw that half the room had collapsed, and he can hear her on the other side. She wasn't crushed, but she was screaming. Sam remembered his panic, he remembered another voice joined in on the screaming and it was his own. He reached for the rubble but was burned in his attempt, some pipes having came loose as the building structure began to collapsed. He tried again, a desperate attempt, and ignored the pain, screaming for her but a hand grabbed his arm, pulling him back. He fought against it, not looking at whoever had him as he tried to save her but he was pulled away, kicking and screaming, sobbing for her.

He was dragged out of the room, looking up at who had him, only to see Dean with this solemn broken expression on his face.

This was the second time in his life that Dean had saved him from a fire. If Dean hadn't of showed up, he would have stayed and there, and burned with her, or at least have died from suffocation.

The fire had been started because two boys who shared a flat, right above his and Jessica's, had been getting high and some of the ash of their joint, or maybe they dropped it? Sam doesn't really remember, it's all a bit blurry- he'd been so furious. Well, something they were smoking wasn't put out and set off properly, caught their own flat on fire and they were too disoriented to put it out when they had the chance, it started spreading and they ditched before it got worse and didn't bother calling the police department.

Too afraid to get arrested.

The fire spread, and spread, until it started branching off to other parts of the building, and Sam wonders sometimes how long the fire had been burning, and why he didn't wake up quick enough to get Jessica out of there.

He'd met Jessica on a Thursday morning.

He lost Jessica on a Monday morning, on a Sunday night.

It wasn't fair, and it'll never be fair. Sam knows this, and pushes forward, as best as he can.

After her death, Sam felt like he was floating, like nothing was real and that it was all just some twisted dream that he never really got the chance to wake up from. He'd been lost, broken, and feeling angry, all the time. He never went back to Stanford, and just drifted away after the incident. He lost his chance for a decent future, because the appointment was the furthest thing from his mind, and to be honest, he just didn't care.

Dean and Bobby were there for him, while Dean could only empathize, Bobby had more sympathy on the matter. Bobby had lost Karen, a sweet woman Sam never had and would never meet. Sam could never say that Bobby didn't know what it was like to lose someone who was their entire world, no matter how many times he wanted to snap and say so, because it would make him feel better, but he had better control than that. He's seen Bobby on worse days, when he's missing that sweet woman that he cherished so much, that woman that was just as much as a ghost as his own mother was, and it was sad to think about.

Bobby understood he needed his space, but he also understood that it was so much easier to occupy your time rather than to think about it. Sam knew that Bobby was only trying to help, but it just felt like he was falling further and further away from the ones he called family. Then, out of seemingly nowhere, he came across Ruby.

Ruby was a girl who was all smoke and rough edges, a dealer of sorts that had run into Sam while he was off at a bar, having a few drinks trying to get his head straight. Once he rose above the noise and confusion, the smoke dragging across his face from nearby cigarette smoke, the boy looked up, seeing her sitting only a few seats away. She was looking directly at him, this hungry look in her eye, it was sharp and twisted, and seemed to strip him from the seam. The brunet averted his eyes, but he could still see her looking at him. Eventually she had strolled over with a bit of suave in her step.

Sam resisted at first, not looking her in the eye, but as the drinks kept coming, the more composure he lost, and by the end of the night he was putty in her hands.

Now, a decent person would have tried to take him home, a decent person wouldn't have attempted anything unethical, hell- Sam wouldn't have been surprised him someone advanced on him in his current state. But no, Ruby twisted his drunken trust between her finger tips, pulled and tugged, and convinced him to take a few hits in the back.

Those few hours ruined him.

He became addicted, not only to the venom, but to her. She not only supplied him, but she made him feel good. She led him broken, and limp, under her wing- He was vulnerable, making worse decisions, sneaking out whenever he could to see her, tiptoeing around his brother and behind Bobby. Sam tried to convince himself to care more, he really did, it hurt him to lie to the two people he cared about, but he felt this compelling need- He fought it, but in the end it didn't matter because he'd be back behind bars, and hidden in alleys or bathrooms getting another hit before stepping off.

He became dependent on her, on the buzz and thrill it gave him. He was lost before- Having just lost Jessie, he was such a fucking wreck. He shouldn't have let this go on for as long as he did, but he couldn't stop.

Eventually, Dean found out.

It was months into it, but if felt like forever, and eventually Dean caught on. But something told Sam that Dean had the hint from the beginning, and was too blinded by brotherly trust to admit to himself that Sam was even doing it. It wasn't hard to see how, however, now that he really thought about it. The lack of eye contact, when he was a normally very watchful person- The loss of motivation and apathy toward his future goals; having completely given' up Stanford. His sudden withdrawal from friends and family, spending more time with Ruby than anyone else at this point. Bobby started noticing things were wrong too; some more smaller than what Dean could find, but he noticed them all the same. The weight loss, the lack of breath, even his disorientation and very lazy nature.

It was maybe the fact that he no longer ran in the morning, that set off some red alarms. After Jesse had died, for a while, all he did was running, and when he suddenly stopped altogether, it came to his family's attention.

When they caught wind of what was happening, Ruby seemed to disappear off the face of the fucking earth, and Sam was only left to fend for himself. He felt this aching need to see her again, to get just one more hit- But Dean held onto him like a disappointed but scared older brother with an iron fist. He swore he'd look after his little brother, and that's exactly what he did.

Sam spent months in rehab after that, going through withdrawal that set his body aflame. He felt cold and hot, dizzy like the world wasn't even real and neither was he, his heart beating faster before slowing down and repeating the process. He was sweating and felt sick to his stomach, jittery and jumpy, sometimes even plain violent, but it began to wear him down as the toxin was drain from his system.

He grew distant, from everyone and everything. He'd zone out a lot, walking through life in a blur and a haze after he was finally released. Bruises on his wrists that lasted weeks after he struggled against his restraints when he had one of his more violent bursts. It was scary, frightening, and Dean couldn't even look him in the eye for a long time- And to be totally honest, Sam believes that those times were the hardest to deal with.

The disappointed big brother, the only other piece of family, other than Bobby, that hadn't given up on him. He looked at Sam with such distain, and even now, after everything was over, years later, Dean can't take back the looks he gave, and Sam can't take back what he did.

He told them about Ruby, on the nights back at Bobby's when things were a little bit harder. They'd listen, holding a sense of empathy towards him, hearing but never truly listening. Sam was glad for this- He didn't want them to understand. He knew he should, but if they did, would they think less of him? He thought about that a lot, and he didn't want to risk it. They already didn't think much of him, at least, that's what Sam presumed- Honestly, he was just one disappointment to the next, and he was just waiting for the day Bobby tells him to lose his number.

Sam's not sure if he could live with that.

Eventually he was back on his feet, his system as clear as it could be, but he still felt dirty. He'd taken to jogging again, almost a year later, his diet came back and so did Dean's snarky remarks about 'not being a rabbit'. Everything seemed okay again, and, after Dean, he eventually moved back out of Bobby's. He moved to Ohio for a little bit before leaving to West Virginia where he worked two part-time jobs, and lived in a quaint little apartments just off of Toluca Lake. It was like that for about a year, calling in on Bobby constantly, checking in on his health and everything seemed normal.

All Sam ever really wanted was normal.

Normal life, normal career, but normal never seemed to want him, and everything always seemed to spiral out of hand. He had tired to apply to Stanford, but after they checked his record, they denied him an chance, due to the fact that he had a history with drugs; it could have been solely on his rehab record itself, it wasn't too far fetched to believe the doctors recorded every little thing he did wrong and submitted it into his own personal file.

He gave up his dream to be a lawyer after that, and continued to work constant shifts.

It was a Thursday morning.

Sam was working double shifts at a restraint a few miles away from where he lived, when a man with golden hair, and these piercing light green eyes came strolling in. He was in casual attire, a sucker between his lips. He instantly caught Sam's eye, even though the brunet tried all he could to just shoot the man a polite smile and help him to a seat. Nothing more, nothing less.

The charming man stepped up to Sam at the front, giving him a once over before grinning nearly as wide and as smug as a Cheshire cat. He had this hungry look in his eye, and Sam knew it should have sent off some Red alert to him, but it didn't. Now that he really thought about it, he was glad it didn't.

He quickly found out that the man's name was Gabriel, and he was a serious flirt. But he was smart, and kind, with room under his wing to take on the world and still be sitting comfortably. He had this glint in his eye throughout the time he was there, to the time he left, that was warm and friendly, pulling you in and under and you felt like you were falling.

Sam felt like he was falling.

That was the first time Gabriel showed up to the restraunt, but it wasn't the last.

Everyday for two or three weeks, Gabriel would come in, everyday at the same time, and order the exacts same thing. He would always request the 'moosey waiter with the great hair' for himself, and everyone was happy to oblige, however Sam's boss thought it a bit strange. Sam was a bit fascinated by the man, never really minding that he was called out specifically to take the man's order. They'd chat sometimes, and Gabriel was the first person Sam ever waited on that remembered his name.

He even came up with some catchy little nicknames.

It was a Thursday morning when Gabriel didn't show up.

Sam had been a little concerned, having been actually looking forward to see this short funny man, but as the hour ticked by, Sam forced himself to just get back on with his duties. The day seemed to pass by slowly, and Sam forced himself to push the strange man from his mind- he was actually growing fond of him. The restraunt boomed with business that particular day, and Sam vaguely wondered if Gabriel had showed up, but just didn't ask for him this time. The thought kind of threw the brunet off, but took it as fact. Although he really didn't know for certain.

The day ticked by, and it was coming to a close. People, one by one, were beginning to pile out when he heard the door bells ring.

"Hello Sammich." Came the obnoxious yet familiar voice. Sam spun around to see Gabe standing in the doorway, a broad smile on his lips.

"Hello, sir." Sam said back, and Gabe winced at the 'sir', smirking at the man.

"Now, how many times do I got to tell you to call me Gabe?" He wiggled his eyebrows and Sam couldn't stop the smile that spread on his lips.

"Just one more time, as always," Sam shot back, brushing his hands on his pants, grabbing a few stray menu's and putting them away. "Is there anything I can do you for?"

"Yes, actually." Gabriel started, "How much do you like your job?"

Sam was stunned a moment, giving the man a curious look. "It pays the bills." Sam said after a moment, placing his pen in his apron. Gabe only smiled at him, leaning on the counter as if getting ready to tell him a secret. Sam, despite himself, leaned forward. And Gabriel whispered, carefully, pulling the Winchester in and tossing the bait before reeling him in with those nine simple words the brunet never forgot.

"How would you like to get a real job?"

Sam thought he was joking at first, because even though he's only known the guy about three weeks, he was a bit of a trickster and had a serious sense of humor. Gabriel seemed to get the hint that Sam didn't believe him before rolling his eyes, a kind smirk on his lips as he reached down and pulled his suitcase, that Sam didn't even realize the man was holding, and placed it on the counter. He snapped it open and pulled out some papers.

"I've been watching you for a while now, Sammy." Gabe started, sliding the white pages over the counter top, "And I love your work ethic, and how dedicated you are, barely distracted even when I'm trying to get you to slack off. You're always on top of your game, and we have some spots open that could really use someone like you."

Sam was speechless, grabbing the paper and scanning it over.

Purgatory Placements

There's no way- Sam remembered feeling breathless. This company was impossible to get in, let alone be employed. They only took the best of the best, people with flawless records, 4.0 Doctorate Degree kind of people.

Sam hadn't finished collage, and had substance abuse and Rehab on his record. This had to be some sort of a joke. His uneasiness didn't go unnoticed, and Gabe seemed to read his mind.

"Don't worry kiddo, your boss-to-be already knows. He looked you up and even though your record has a few hiccups, it doesn't mean good people don't deserve a second chance." Gabe looked at him, his voice the most sincere Sam ever recalls it being, and he swears to god tears are brimming at his eyes. He doesn't know what to do, or even what to say. He feel's like 'thank you' wouldn't even begin to cover what he was feeling.

"So," Gabe started again, giving the man a small warm smile. "You think you could join us?" Sam paused, and Gabe only smirked. It only took a moment, however, for Sam to nod his head, because he really didn't trust his voice at the moment.

Gabriel's smile was worth it. "Great! We'll see you next Thrusday, 6:00 A.M sharp." He grabbed a pen from his suit case, grabbing the page he handed Sam, flipping it over and scrawling his name out with a number underneath. "If you got any questions, don't hesitate to call, if you have any kinks, don't hesitate to call." Sam snorted in his laugher, barely able to contain it.

"Tell your boss I said thank you." Sam said, taking the page back from Gabriel, who, once again, only smirked.

"You're welcome." He shot back, before heading out with a large grin on his face, leaving behind a stunned brunet at the register.

His life was finally coming together, and Sammy didn't feel like he deserved this break, but he was grateful for it regardless.

Sam lost everything on a Thursday.

His life stopped, and restarted, on a Thursday.

He remembers the first time coming into work, nervous, maybe a bit overdressed but nobody called him on it. It was strange, but when Gabriel came up to greet him, sucker in his mouth, he still see's that charming customer that ordered the same thing every day for three weeks. Nice, charming, warm and bright, and the man never ceased to amaze Sam. He had his own office space, and Gabe had him running errands around the office before setting him up with doing calls. It was nice, and clean, and the space was just full of bright, if not a bit tired, faces surrounding him.

Gabe would stop by often, tell a few jokes and they'd go out for some coffee. Sam had half-expected Gabe to drop the happy M.O and start ordering him around, and treating him like less of a person, like they did in the movies, but Gabe just didn't. He treated everyone like he would treat himself, and never asked more of Sam rather than the simple errand every now and again- Not to mention the pay was good.

Sam's life was back on track, and Gabe helped level him, sticking him back on his feet, and taking care of the parts that Dean and Bobby seemed to miss. They were both excited for him- Dean especially. Life was okay.

Today was a Thursday, and it wasn't so bad.


I had a lot of fun making this chapter and I'd be lying if I said I didn't. I wanted it to be a bit longer but decided against it. Also, I wanted to state about the 'drug' use a little bit upward in this chapter- I've never been submitted to drugs before, and I don't know anyone personally who was a heroin addict (That's the drug I was referring to if you couldn't tell.) I did a bit of research, so it may not be spot-on, but it's the best I could do. Considering I was working off of Sam's 'demon blood' addiction in the earlier series. I hope you enjoyed, and don't be afraid to tell me what you think. LLAP- Thank you for reading. ^^