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Sam sat on Gabriel's couch as he made them breakfast. He looked around again and noticed some things he hadn't the night before. There were pictures of Gabriel with Castiel and a few other people that Sam assumed were family. There were pictures of Gabriel from college, and one that Sam thought was in a tattoo shop, but Sam couldn't remember seeing one on him. Then again, they were in the dark and a lot was going on.
"Sam-a-lam! Eggs are done!" Gabriel called. Sam walked into the kitchen and Gabriel scooped a large pile of eggs on a plate. "Not going to lie, as amazing of a cook I am, my baking is better." Sam took a bite and smiled.
"Your baking is better than this? I don't believe you."
"I'll have to prove it sometime." Gabriel smiled and ate his own eggs. He had never done this so quickly in a new relationship. Hell, the last time he'd even made breakfast for somebody besides family it was…actually, he couldn't really remember.
"I really should get going." Sam finished his plate of eggs.
"Why?" Gabriel pouted and leaned over to grab Sam's plate. Sam grabbed Gabriel's hand and gave him a kiss.
"Because," Sam continued when he pulled away. "You have grading to do and I need to get home. I need to shower and get ready for my shift in," Sam glanced at the clock. 9:17. "Just under three hours."
"You're no fun."
"Aren't you the one that's supposed to be the responsible one?"
"Nah, just because I'm older doesn't mean anything. Ask Cassie next time you see him, he'll be the first to tell you."
"Yeah, that would be great wouldn't it?" Sam replied, sarcastically. "'Hey, your brother told me that you're more responsible than he is even though he's older.' How would I even make that sound like a normal topic?"
"We talked at school." Gabriel shrugged. "They don't have to know anything else."
"I'll think about it. I really do need to go though." Sam slipped his jacket on, trying to remember if Dean was going to be working this Saturday morning or if it was his one Saturday a month off.
"Fine, leave me here with all this paperwork to do." Sam slipped his shoes on and then pulled Gabriel into his arms.
"You realize that you actually only did this to yourself."
"You and your precious logic have no power here."
"I know, that's why I need to go." Sam gave Gabriel a quick kiss. "Come on, you need to drop me off a couple blocks away." Gabriel sighed dramatically.
"I forgot I need to drive you home. Alright, come on." Gabriel grabbed his car keys, slipped on his shoes, and out the door the two went.
"Here's good." Sam spoke up exactly two blocks short of the apartment building. He knew that if Dean was home saying that he walked from the bus stop would be a believable enough lie that Dean wouldn't question him.
"Okay. Have fun at work today and text me later." Gabriel smiled and, after a quick look around so that nobody was looking, pulled Sam into a long kiss. Sam reluctantly pulled away and smiled at Gabriel.
"I will, and I'll see you on Monday." Gabriel nodded and Sam got out of the car. He was really hoping that Dean wouldn't be home, because lying to Dean was always hard. Sam walked into the building and up the stairs, reaching for his keys in his pocket. He thought he smelled bacon coming from the other side of the door, but that may have been somebody else's apartment. Sam opened the door quietly, but was staring at a messy haired brunette in an AC/DC t-shirt and a pair of shorts sitting at their dining room table.
"Good morning, Sam." Castiel grimaced instead of smiling. Sam didn't understand why until Dean poked his head out from behind the wall that separated their 'dining room' and their kitchen.
"Mornin', Sammy! How are ya? Ya hungry? Can I get you something? Bacon? Toast? Charger for your phone so you can tell me where the hell you've been all night?" Sam tried to give Dean one of his best confusion faces.
"I was at Kevin's. I told you that."
"No," Dean fully came out of the kitchen. "You told me you were going to Kevin's and that you would be home last night. So, this morning, when you were NOT home, I decided to text Linda, and do you know what she told me?" Sam was pretty sure the look of confusion was gone now and a look of pure terror was on his face. "She said that you weren't there. Not only were you not there now, but you hadn't been there all night. Care to explain?" Dean folded his arms across his chest, glaring at his brother.
"I'm um…going to take a shower." Castiel removed himself from the room and almost immediately Sam heard the hot water begin to run. Sam was grateful that Castiel had done that because the last thing he needed was to be yelled at in front of his boyfriend's brother.
"Look, Dean, I…" Sam struggled to come up with a good lie, but nothing came to him. He looked down at his shoes.
"You what, Sam? You lied to me? Anything could've happened to you and I would've had no idea!"
"I was at a party, alright? I…I decided to stay there because apparently I had been drinking spiked punch, which I had no idea I was." Sam looked up and could tell that his brother wasn't buying it.
"Give me your phone."
"What?"
"Your phone. And your car keys. I'll take you to work today and tomorrow. If you didn't need your laptop for school I'd probably take that too." Sam's jaw dropped. He'd never been disciplined by his brother like this. Or even his Uncle Bobby when he'd been living with him.
"Why?! Dean, come on! Wasn't it better for me to stay there then drive drunk?"
"Yeah, you're right, if that's what had actually happened, it would've been better and I'd actually be a little proud of you for thinking of that. I also wouldn't be taking your car for the rest of the weekend. If you decide to actually tell me the truth, you can get that back. Your phone is going in my gun safe for the rest of the weekend though." Dean held out his hand for Sam's phone. Sam fished it out of his pocket and smashed it in Dean's hand.
"What time do you have to be at work?"
"Noon." Sam spat and then walked back in his bedroom and slammed his door shut. At least he had his laptop. He could send Gabriel a quick email about not being able to text him. There was no way Sam was going to be able to tell Dean what was going on. Sam grabbed his laptop and began typing a quick message to Gabriel's personal email.
'Dean took my phone. Won't be able to text you until Monday.' Sam sent before starting on some of his homework. He knew that Dean would probably give him more of a lecture. Suddenly, there was a knock on Sam's door.
"No." The door opened anyway and Dean walked in. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it.
"Sammy," Dean began and then sighed. "What happened?"
"Nothing, I told you."
"Samuel Henry,"
"Oooh the middle name." Sam said sharply.
"Alright," Dean walked over so that he was in front of Sam's bed. "What the hell is your problem? You're lying to me, you're staying out literally all night, what's happening?"
"I…was at my…girlfriend's house." That had to work. Dean's glare softened and his jaw opened and closed a couple times.
"Y…you have a girlfriend? Well, that's great! I mean, you…why didn't you just tell me? And why did you spend the night?"
"…her parents are out of town." Sam lied again. He was hoping that this would be enough for Dean.
"Why didn't you just tell me?"
"Because we're keeping it private, and really? Would you have let me go over there if you had known?"
"Of course, I just would've made you come home last night! That's all I needed to know, Sam. I need to know where you are and…"
"Look, Dean, I'm sorry that I lied to you, but can I just take a shower so I can get ready for work?"
"Fine, but I'm still not giving you your car or your phone back." Sam sighed and stood up.
"Fine." Sam gave Dean a tight lipped smile and walked out of his room.
Dean dropped Sam off and Sam walked into the diner. He was just ready for things to go back to normal, which it was until Mrs. Tran came out of the kitchen.
"Sam! Are you doing okay? Dean seemed very worried about you earlier." Sam blushed, not wanting to explain it to her.
"There was just a misunderstanding. I was at somebody else's house. Sorry if he worried you."
"Oh no, it's fine. Now, let's get going." Sam smiled and walked into the kitchen.
"Where were you really?" Kevin's voice came from the back of the kitchen. He came out and glared at Sam.
"Somewhere."
"You were at Mr. Novak's place weren't you?" Sam tied his apron around his waist and turned around.
"No idea what you mean by that."
"Sam, why do you think I don't know? As soon as my mom told me that Dean asked about you, I knew what was going on. Will you please, for the love of God, just be honest with me?" Sam spun around and stared at his best friend.
"Kevin, we need to get to work."
"No, you need to answer me."
"Mr. Novak and I…"
"Boys! Let's go!" Mrs. Tran shouted from the front of the house. Sam silently thanked Mrs. Tran and also hoped that Kevin would forget the entire conversation by the time his shift was over.
