Miserable was the only way to describe Sam's current emotional state. He should have been in Castiel's Religious Studies class and he knew he would be questioned on it later but he couldn't face anyone let alone Gabriel's brother. Instead he was sat in his room, tears unabashedly streaming down his face. Crying at the loss, and crying at how pathetic he was being. His phone started buzzing beside him and he grabbed it to see that Castiel was calling him. He hung up without answering, but was faced with Gabriel's text on his phone.
'That was too close. We can't risk this. We can only be student and teacher. I'm sorry Sam.'
A text. A text was all that Sam got to tell him it was over. He knew he shouldn't be this angry or upset. They'd only been dating for a few weeks, but it hurt. It hurt a ridiculous amount and Sam felt like a child as he cried, unable to face the rest of the world.
~Sam~Sabriel~Gabriel~
Kids were observant. Way too fucking observant in Gabriel's opinion. Although he'd been bright and bubbly all day, laughing and joking around he'd still been asked several times if he was alright. The answer, of course, was no, but he told them all that he was fine, that he had just caught a cold in the November chill. He was lying and it was his own stupid fault. He should never have gotten involved with a student, he regretted it. He regretted sending that text more.
At lunchtime he moved towards the canteen, greeting Cas as he grabbed the pathetic attempt at a lunch that the school had provided. When he sat next to his half-brother the man was frowning.
"What's up, kid?" he asked, hoping his little brother couldn't read him as well as his students.
"Have you seen Sam today?" Castiel asked, twisting his fork in something that was possibly pasta but probably plastic. "He didn't turn up to class today."
"No." Gabriel lied his heart suddenly in his stomach. He knew he'd probably upset him but for Sam not to turn up to class was unheard of. "Maybe he's just skipping school."
Castiel shook his head, "No, he came in with me this morning, and for Sam to skip school something must have happened. I tried phoning him but he didn't answer, and didn't even let it ring, just hung up on me. Let me know if he doesn't turn up to your class. He loves English and he likes you more than he lets on, maybe he'll turn up to that."
Gabriel nodded in agreement but doubted he'd turn up. He was the reason he'd skipped anyway. The guilty feeling followed him all the way back to his classroom. In his senior class all he could manage was to stare at Sam's empty seat. He asked the class if anyone had seen seen Sam today; the only response was that no one had seen him since break.
~Sam~Sabriel~Gabriel~
Castiel returned home late that evening, so Dean was already home. Kissing him on the cheek, he asked him about Sam.
"Kids been locked in his room ever since I got home, I don't know what's up with him." he said shrugging. His brother was probably doing homework or studying for college scholarships.
"He skipped class today, Dean." The words brought a frown to both their faces.
"Sam?" Dean asked "Sammy skipped class? Why?"
Castiel shrugged, he was no expert on the Winchester brothers but he was well aware that his boyfriend was the one who would have skipped lessons, not Sam. It was unusual for Sam to not be focused on school, wherever he wasn't something had usually gone wrong for him.
Dean pecked a kiss on his boyfriend's lips. "I'll go talk to him, Cas, don't worry."
He knocked before entering, not giving Sam enough time to refuse. Sitting on the edge of the bed that Sam was curled up in, he placed a hand on his younger brothers shoulder and squeezed.
"Cas said you missed school today, what's up?" Sam ignored him, trying to hide his large body into his bed. He curled his legs to his chest and pushed his face into his pillow, trying to block out the world, and he felt even more pathetic. This was his brother, but he couldn't know; he'd kill Gabriel, and as much as he felt heartbroken right now he didn't want him to feel Dean's anger.
"You're not being bullied or anything are you?" Dean was not usually worried about anything like bullying, they'd both been trained by their father to be able to take care of themselves, and although not the best way to bring up kids, it had certainly done a good job of building up muscle and a resistance to bullies.
Sam shook his head, finally looking up so that Dean didn't do anything stupid like phone the school. His face was painted with lines of tears, which had dried to form a light crust around his eyes.
"I'm fine Dean. I just broke up with someone, we hadn't been together long. I'll be fine by tomorrow." He told the truth to hide the larger lie; he didn't think he'd be fine in the morning. Dean nodded, squeezing his shoulder before leaving the room, thinking that perhaps a quiet night was all the kid needed, young love usually didn't last all that long; he'd be fine in the morning.
