Right after Sam had finished getting ready for bed and went into his room for the night, someone knocked on his door. "Who's there?" he called out.

"Um, Sam?" Cas' voice asked timidly.

"You can come in."

The door opened up slowly and Cas, wrapped up in his robe, stepped inside. He held a large piece of poster board in his hands.

"What's that?" Sam asked.

"I wanted to get your opinion." Cas flipped it around to show a drawing of a thermometer that had big letters along that top reading, OUR GOAL, followed by an $85,000 mark. The bottom of the thermometer had been filled in with red and a small $875 sat beside it.

"I like it," said Sam as he looked it over. "What are you going to do with it?"

"I was considering taping it to the window, or propping it somewhere near the counter. That way, everyone knows how much progress we are making, and what we still need."

"It's a good idea. But um, forgive me for asking this, but did you really need to come into my room to show me?"

"Mmm," Cas hummed sadly, his blue eyes growing wide. "To be honest, I want to ask you something else."

"Sure. What is it?"

Cas closed the door carefully and began to speak softer. "You know that your brother and I are celebrating our anniversary next week, right?"

"I wasn't keeping track, but that sounds correct."

"I'm having difficulty thinking of what I should do for him."

"Hmm…I'm not sure. I never dated him." Sam paused here to laugh, but Cas still looked very serious and he decided to sit next to him on the bed. "What did you do last year?"

"We went to a bed and breakfast and Dean was very…well…he was very generous, physically. He also bought me flowers. And paid for a lovely dinner. It was so wonderful but I basically did nothing for him."

"I don't think I can help you out so much, Cas. Sorry."

"I see," Cas said, looking defeated. "I appreciate your effort. Thank you."

"Sorry," Sam said once more. Cas got up, holding onto his poster and smiled.

"There is no reason to apologize so much. I'll figure it out. We're going to make love now, I hope that doesn't bother you."

"Uhh…"

Cas left the room before Sam could answer. Bracing himself for a long night, he stretched out to switch off the lamp and happened to look at his phone real quick. There was a text from Gabe. All it said was "hey."

"I'm about to go to sleep. Is something wrong?" Sam wrote back. The first one was sent almost 10 minutes ago, but Gabe replied right away.

"Nope."

"How is everything?"

"Okay I guess. I wish you were here."

"Are you home?"

"Yeah." Then he followed with a second message. "Sucks."

"Is your family giving you a hard time?"

"Not really but it's awkward. They don't like me working at the diner."

"Really? Why?"

In the meantime, Dean and Cas were gearing up. Sam could hear a deep buzzing as Cas squealed a little every now and then, usually followed by Dean saying "Oh, shit, baby. Look at you," or something similar.

"Think it might distract me from school or some crap like that," Gabe wrote. It was Sam's only solace in the storm of horrific sexual noises. He snuggled into the sheets more.

"Is it?"

"A little. But I don't care about school. I just don't wanna be home."

"I'm sorry, Gabe."

"It's okay."

"I'm going to ask Dean for the day off tomorrow, so I can start sorting through these books for the sale. Do you want to come over and help me?"

"Sure. When?"

"I guess it doesn't matter. I'll let you know what Dean says."

Sam assumed Gabe fell asleep shortly after that, since he didn't reply for the rest of the night.

He successfully managed to get the follow day off. Dean said it would be no problem, especially because Sam was helping with one of their fundraisers. The idea was that they would block out the parking spaces in front of the diner, save for the handicapped slot of course, and set up a bunch of bookshelves full of purchasable books. As long as they kept their eyes on the shelves and made sure nobody was stealing them, it was sure to work pretty well. That way, the book sale wasn't restricted to just one day and they could still keep the diner running.

Sam sat in the middle of the living room, surrounded by the boxes of library donations. Before he got into them at all, Gabe knocked on the door.

"Hey, thanks for coming," said Sam.

"Thanks for inviting me."

He lead him through to where the boxes were. Gabe plopped down on the floor.

"I figured we can just organize them by genre. They don't need to be alphabetical by author or anything like that."

"Okay. That's easy, right?"

"Yes."

Sam flapped open one box and turned it onto its side. Books spilled out all over the floor and Gabe laughed. "A mess," he remarked.

"We can get through it. Here. I'm going to put…" Sam picked up one book and looked it over. "Let's first start by dividing them by fiction and non-fiction."

"Cool."

They worked their way through the first box, which wasn't too difficult, especially considering it was only two groups. Gabe kept saying it was "nerd work" but he was doing it anyway and having a pretty good time. When they started on the second box, Gabe started to cool down.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked, noticing the lack of enthusiasm in his friend.

"Yeah. Just thinking about having to get home."

"You shouldn't worry about it."

"But I will 'cause I gotta."

"What's the worst that could happen?"

"I dunno. They're all fucking rude to me and make me feel like shit."

"I'm sorry. Can I help?"

Gabe, holding a large book on medieval Europe, turned his eyes up to Sam and looked sad. "I dunno," he said quietly.

"Um. What would you like me to do?"

Timidly, Gabe scooted closer to Sam, setting the book down into the non-fiction pile and then using that hand to run over Sam's leg. He looked embarrassed as he did so. Sam took Gabe's face in his hand and leaned down to kiss him. Gabe acted unsure of himself as Sam's mouth opened up, taking his lower lip inside. Then Sam broke it off.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Gabe shook his head. "I'm not a really good kisser," he said softly.

"I think you're fine. Come here."

Sam motioned for Gabe to move into his arms. He held him close and kept kissing, stroking his back as he tilted his head to get deeper. Small moans came from Gabe as he placed his hands upon Sam's chest. When the kiss slowly fell apart, Gabe looked up at Sam with big, hungry eyes. "I wanna have sex with you," he whispered.

"Yeah, I wanna have sex with you, too," Sam said with a smile. He ran his thumb down Gabe's cheek. "Should we? Is that alright with you?"

"Uh huh."

"Come to my room."

They both got up and Gabe followed behind Sam as they went upstairs and into his bedroom. He closed the door behind them, then immediately went back to kissing Gabe. He held his face in his hands and he tongued his mouth, grunting a bit while Gabe moaned, breathing hard through his nose. They backed up to the bed and Sam gently pushed Gabe onto it, bringing his knees up on either side. Gabe laid back completely and stared up at Sam, ending the kiss with a gasp. Sam towered over him, hair hanging down in a desperate attempt to touch him.

"Are you nervous?" Sam asked, looking a little surprised. He rolled Gabe's hips up and spread his legs, running his fingers into the waistband of his pants.

"A little. Have you ever boned a guy before?"

"No, but I've had anal with a woman so I'm no stranger to it."

"O-okay," Gabe said, nodding.

Sam sat up real quick to pull his own shirt off, exposing his hard body, which more than impressed Gabe. His eyes widened as he looked him over, but Sam didn't really noticed. He was focused on making them both comfortable now. "Is this alright?"

"Yeeaaaah," Gabe hummed musically, looking Sam up and down with a growing grin. A nervous yet curious hand reached out and touched Sam's stomach. His careful tenderness made Sam suspicious.

"Is my body really that impressive?" he asked, chuckling a little. Gabe's fingers tapped small paths across his skin.

"Yeah…"

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Gabe blushed all of the sudden. "Uh," he swallowed hard. His thighs tightened. "Y-yeah."

"Okay. Well I'll keep going."

"Uh-huh…"

Both of Sam's hands went back to Gabe's waist, rubbing over his shirt and then dipping beneath his pants. He popped out the button and pulled down the fly, painfully slow and all the while Gabe watched with his forehead scrunched up. His chest raised and lowered dramatically with heavy breaths.

Sam gently gripped and tugged at Gabe's pants, pulling them down along with his boxers to expose a throbbing dick. Sam wasn't apprehensive or even nervous about manipulating a man for the first time, but he was rather intrigued. Gabe looked so cute with his cheeks all red, wisps of hair hanging in his face and his eyes darting back and forth that Sam had to lean down and kiss him. He touched their tender lips together with a tiny smack just before returning to his upright position.

"Um, Sam?" Gabe asked in a tiny voice.

"Yes?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure," Sam answered with a smile even though he was a little worried at what Gabe could possibly say at a time like that. His palm cupped Gabe's erection and lightly rubbed, immediately causing the smaller of them to jolt and jump, arcing his back and yelping a bit. In his fit, he threw his hands to the side, clutching the covers and yelled, "I'm a virgin!"

"What?" Sam stopped rubbing and stared at Gabe with his mouth open.

"I'm sorry! I dunno what I was thinking!" Gabe tossed his head to the side and he closed his eyes tightly, shunning himself from Sam's sight.

"Wait, Gabe, i-it's fine. But why didn't you tell me?"

Still not looking, Gabe scrunched his face up and mumbled, "I didn't want you to think I was a nerd."

Sam laughed softly. He began to stroke Gabe's hardon again. "Do I look like someone who cares about that?"

"I don't want you to judge me."

"Gabe…"

Sam released his hands and put them around Gabe's arms. He laid down and held him close, hugging and comforting as best as he could. He stroked the back of his hair and kissed him. "Gabe…"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Gabe asked.

"No, why would I?"

"'Cause I lied. And I'm 21 and never had sex."

"How could I hold that against you? I've never had sex with a man. It's new for us both. Do you still want to do it?"

Gabe nodded. Sam let up and set him down against the bed once more, pulling Gabe's shirt off first. He reached over to his little nightstand and took a bottle of lubricant out. Gabe watched. "Do you have a lotta sex?"

"Nope. This is for me, on my own. Do you ummmm…do you ever put…you know…things inside you?" Sam spoke casually though red in the cheeks as he popped open the bottle and squeezed some onto his fingers.

"Yeah I have toys."

"That's good. So you're no stranger to anal play."

"Just with toys."

"Better than nothing. Are you ready? I'm going to finger you."

"Y-yeah, it's cool. Go ahead."

Sam spread Gabe's ass apart with one hand, then carefully put his hand down between his cheeks and lightly dabbed his hole with slick fingers. Gabe tensed up for a second, then relaxed once Sam's slow, circular movements began to warm up.

"Do you like this?" Sam asked in a whisper. Gabe looked up at him, through the hair hanging down around his face, and just nodded, biting his lower lip. "I'm going to bring one inside now…" Sam watched intently as he deftly inserted one finger, stretching Gabe's hole just a bit and causing him to gasp.

"Sa-am…"

"Is this good?"

"Mmmm…"

Sam's thick digit rubbed in and out, prodding as he explored the new territory. Gabe bucked his hips up a couple times in a way that told Sam he was hungry for more, so he delivered. A second finger came inside, stretching him further this time. Gabe rolled his head back into the pillow and moaned long and loud, breathing so heavy and wantonly. Then Sam pulled out and just rubbed the outside of his tender, virgin hole.

"Do you think you're ready?" Sam asked in a soft voice.

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?"

"Mmhmm…fuck me, Sam."

Sam smirked for a second but flipped back to a serious, focused face. He got up enough to unzip his pants and pull them down, exposing his long, hard cock for Gabe to see, and Gabe was quite fascinated by it. "It's huge!"

"I guess?" Sam asked humbly. He smeared additional lube onto his hand and rubbed it up and down his shaft, making sure to get enough around the head. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

Gabe had a face of mixed emotions; desperately aroused but also scared and nervous. Sam put his left hand onto Gabe's hip bone, holding him firm but also with much care. He kept him steady and eased the tip of his dick inside. Gabe's hole stretched around it and he shouted in pleasure.

"Saaaam!"

His hands clapped onto Sam's big, smooth biceps and squeezed for dear life. He did his best to relax around him, pushing back with his ass to take more of the dick. Carefully, Sam eased the first inch inside. Gabe's face was bright red and he gasped hotly. Precum trickled from his own dick.

"Saaam…"

"More?"

"Yeaaah…"

Sam pressed his lips together and pushed more of his cock inside the tight hole. Gabe took it with loud moans, rocking his hips back and forth as he trembled. Then Sam was finally able to release his hand from his dick and put it on Gabe's shoulder, holding him still. Gabe's mouth opened as he moaned, panted and yelled, wiggling his tongue about inside while Sam gave him inch after inch.

"Saaam!" Gabe's continuous moans beckoned.

"Gabe…ohh, Gabe…"

Through tight breaths, Sam managed to pin Gabe down and kiss him hotly. His body worked fluidly, rocking into the ass with tenderness but also a firm desire. Gabe did his best to wrap his arms around Sam's large chest and hold onto him, then Sam broke the kiss and nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

"I won't hold anything against you," Sam said as he panted, thrusting in and out slowly. "Never."

"O-okay," Gabe replied in a breathy moan. "Th-thanks, big guy."

"Mmmhh…how does it feel?"

"Goo-ood…"

"Do you think you—aaahhh! Haaa!"

Before Sam could finish, Gabe's hole tightened up around him and he felt his cock throb hard. He sat up and began to pound into him harder, just for a moment, driving his dick with a sudden need. Gabe's eyes opened wide and his mouth hung open, riding back into the pillow as Sam slammed him.

"Shit!" Sam yelled. He squeezed Gabe's waist and shoulder as he felt his imminent orgasm approach. His cock pulsated intensely and he delivered one great, strong thrust that brought his entire length deep within Gabe. "Aaah!"

Gabe closed his eyes tight and locked up, convulsing wickedly as Sam's cock alone managed to rub an orgasm out of him. His cock spewed forth a hefty loud, slicking back over his chest with great energy. "Naah! Sa-am!"

"Holy shit," Sam gasped. His body was hot and pulsating hard from his orgasm, but through the fog of ecstasy he stared down at Gabe with wide eyes. "Did you cum?"

"Y-yeah," Gabe gasped. "That happens."

"But…wi…without hands? That's amazing."

"Prostate stuff."

"I guess I never thought about it." Sam chuckled. Gabe smiled. They wrapped their arms around each other better and Sam leaned down to kiss him again. "Was that good?"

"Mmm…yeah…" Gabe smiled a lot now and nuzzled up into Sam's neck. "Sorry for being a dick."

"About what?"

"Not telling you and stuff."

"You don't have to apologize."

"Okay…"

"No, really. It's fine. I understand. It just surprised me."

"Why's that?"

"Well, you're so funny and talkative, flirty and whatnot that I assumed you have a lot of experience."

"Nope. A boyfriend in high school but we barely fooled around. That's when my parents found out and it all went to shit."

"I see."

"Um. Sam?"

"Yes?"

"You aren't gonna kick me out now, are you?"

"No, why would I?"

"I dunno. 'Cause I wanna sit and cuddle with you."

"I want to, too."

Sam sat up and eased himself out of Gabe, trailing his cum out onto the bed, but he didn't care. It was so nice to be with someone, and not just someone but someone special. Gabe was special. Sam laid on his side and held Gabe against him. They kissed a little bit here and there as they ranted about things. Mostly Gabe just ran his stream of conscious. Sam liked it. He liked hearing Gabe talk.