Chapter 9! Officially finished! I don't promise any other updates as quick. (I would appreciate some reviews to know if I'm doing okay with these new chapters? Ya. That would be appreciated.)
"So..." Gabriel cleared his throat, looking to Sam, who was now laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. It had taken him an hour to stop crying, and all the tears had him exhausted as he watched Gabe, who was now eating potato chips.
That hour was a blur. There was sometime when Anna, or one of the siblings asked if everything was okay. Gabe had left Sam for a tiny bit, grabbing some food as he thought that would make things better, but being rejected had started eating it anyways. "... So, uh, earlier?" Sam finally questioned to the ceiling, and as Gabe shifted uncomfortably Sam glared at him and muttered, "I told you what you were wondering about." hearing a sigh Sam sat up, touching his shoulder. "Gabe, please."
Gabe froze, shaking his head and brushing off Sam's hand. "Fine..." And before Sam could fit another word in he blurted out, "My dads trying to drag me away from the bakery, all he cares about is his business. I hate him. I hate it." Huffing, he looked down. "I'll have to bring you back early... He likes to be early, and I don't..."
"Don't what Gabe?"
"Screaming... Don't want you to hear the screaming. He does a lot of yelling and that just.."
"Gabe I understand." Sam reassured. "It's fine. You can take me home early. Tell me when and I'll be ready to go." He hesitated before quickly giving Gabe a hug from behind. "My dad, all he cares about is work too. Dean and I haven't been in one place for a long time... This is actually one of the longest we've stayed. I don't mind because I always have Dean, but I really hate him for it."
Turning to face Sam after pulling off his arms, Gabe closed his eyes, breathing as Sam watched, neither knowing what to say. "You're mom-" they both started, before shutting their mouths, waiting till the other would speak first. "-doesn't she have any say?" Both questioned, at the same time, causing more silence.
"She's dead." Sam mumbled, as Gabe said, "She left."
"Wait- dead? I think your parent sob story beats mine." Gabe responded. "Hey, shoot. You got me interested."
Sam hesitated a bit, but then decided to tell Gabe the story. Not just about his mom, and her blonde hair like the sun, but also how she got sick. How she just got weaker and weaker. When there seemed like there was hope, she just got worse. Then one day it hit rock bottom and it was time to say the goodbyes. When they said goodbye, Sam was only 4. "And... Dads been doing his job ever since. I don't even know what he does.."
"I'm sorry." Gabe responded softly. "Really I am. That really is so much worse than her just up and leaving." He blurted out, covering his mouth. "Not to compare or anything... I'm sorry I shouldn't have."
"N-no Gabe" Sam stuttered out. "I know what you meant. It's fine. It's okay." And after reassuring he asked softly, "... Tell me about her."
"My mom?" Gabe questioned, and when Sam nodded in return he sighed, speaking softly. "She was beautiful. Still is. Came from a huge family, like us, kind... Really down to earth." He said gently. "Blue eyes, black hair, looked a lot like Cas, I... I really miss her."
Sam cocked his head. "You speak so highly of her, why... Why did she leave?"
"Same reason some of us want to leave. Dad. So caught up in his freaking work. Didn't even respect her. And not only was he caught up in his work, the women at his work too." Gabriel put his head in his hands. "But none of us can leave. Because she didn't want to take us... I think it's been about 10 years now? We're all responsible for each other. Since mom left... Stick together. You know." Before Sam spoke again Gabe added, "some of my siblings... Naomi, Hannah, Samandrial... They're not mom's. But they certainly are dad's. But they're easy to love like our own siblings so... It doesn't matter."
Sam turned to look at Gabe with sympathy, hesitantly moving to put his hand on the devastated one's shoulder. He would have never known this if Gabriel hadn't told him, and now that he knew Sam felt bad for the guy. "... I'm sorry. That's really rough Gabe. I'm so sorry." He then gave a smile. "But we're just working through it huh? One day at a time. We're still living. Even with all this stuff going on..." He paused. "It's just important we stay strong. Yeah? And with I can tell, you've been doing way too much of that."
Gabe chucked, choking a bit on a lump in his throat. "Yeah. Still livin'. Still here." He beat up straight again and shook his head, hearing conversation from downstairs. Glancing at the clock, it was 11:00. "It's... Late. We should probably..."
"Yeah."
"... Yeah."
There was a pause that Gabe took as an opportunity to get up and turn off the light, and he walked back to the bed in silence plopping down.
"... Gabe?"
"Yeah Sam?"
"... I'm sorry Gabe." Sam mumbled, and after a sigh he said quietly, "G'night."
"Goodnight Sam..."
With that, the both of them drifted off to sleep, feeling guarded by the other. Just in that moment, they had let both their guards down and was willing to lean on the other for some sort of support.
