Dinner (Pizza Place) 19:00 : Ellen, Bobby, Dean, Jo, Sam, Gabriel, Castiel

Sam sat uncomfortably sandwiched in-between Gabriel and Jo. It didn't help that he was wearing a hoody in this boiling weather to hide the bruise on his neck. Dean and Cas who had been talking incessantly all evening sat opposite them whilst Bobby and Ellen sat at the heads of the table (they were also talking to each other). Jo was transfixed on her cellphone so that just left me and Gabriel. I watched curiously as he began to make a house out of pizza and toothpicks.

"Aren't you gonna eat it?"

"Of course...after I finish this masterpiece..." he said, sticking his tongue out in concentration.

"You're such a kid." Sam teased but it was something that he admired in him. It was the fun he needed in his otherwise depressing life.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Samantha."

Sam rolled his eyes and took another bite out of his pizza. Mmm...it was damn delicious. At that moment though, his cellphone started buzzing. He quickly and quietly excused himself and made his way to the bathroom before answering. "Yeah?"

"Sam, it's me...Ruby."

"Oh...hey."

"Well, don't sound so pleased to hear from me."

"Sorry, I am...it's just...y'know..."

"Awkward? Nah, you're just makin' it that way, princess."

He sighed. "Why did you call?"

"Other than to hear your dulcet tones? We're all meeting up on Friday, if ya wanna come."

"Sure, I'll see what I can do. What is it? Another party?"

"It's a surprise."

"Sounds ominous...fine, okay."

"See you there, baby."

"See ya." Sam replied, hanging up the phone and shoving it in to his pocket.

"What sounds ominous?" a familiar voice said from outside the cubicle.

Sam stepped outside and saw Gabriel washing his shirt in the sink. Why - ? The youngest Winchester was suddenly transfixed by his friend's golden skin and smooth back. He quickly snapped out of it as Gabriel interrupted his thoughts, "Hellooo? What sounds ominous?"

"You were listening in on my conversation?"

"Can't help it...natural curiosity."

"It was nothing. Just talkin' to a friend from school. Why are you washin' your shirt anyway?"

"I sneezed mid-pizza-house making and dropped the slice on my shirt."

"Genius."

"I like to think so."

"Isn't it going to be soaking?"

"Yeah...but I didn't want it to stain."

"Fair enough."

"Mind if I borrow your hoody?"

"I'm only wearing my white vest underneath..." Sam replied, but soon succumbed to Gabe's puppy eyes. Now he knew what Dean meant when he did the same thing. "Ugh. Fine...but I want it back."

"I can't promise anything." Gabriel joked as Sam took off his hoody and handed it to him. "Nice hickey." Gabe added, not mentioning the fact that he'd noticed Sam was looking seriously ripped. Since when did he outgrow his skinny kid phase?

"Crap, I forgot about that...it's not a..."

"I know the difference between a bruise and a hickey, kiddo. That is a hickey."

"Fine but I don't even remember getting it so..."

"That doesn't make it any better." Gabe laughed, folding his wet shirt.

Sam covered the mark with his hand.

"Yeah...you can't just walk around covering it the whole time. Look, no one really cares...even if they do, what does it matter what they think? It's kinda cool anyway."

Sam huffed but had to admit that it made sense.

"-Am I interrupting something?" Dean asked, a look of pure amusement on his face as he walked in to the bathroom to find a half naked Gabriel and his younger brother in his white vest.

"What? No!" Sam replied with annoyance, his face flushing red as he stormed out of the bathroom back to his seat.

"Touchy." Dean said with a small laugh as Gabriel put on Sam's hoody.