A/N: Fear not, my people! Your Queen is alive! Sorry this took so long, but school sucks. I'm also sorry this chapter is kinda short, but I just wanted to get it to you guys soon...
Also, a big thank you to my wonderful Beta ill-interrogate-the-cat.
I hope you like it! ^-^
Chapter 29 – The one where things don't go as planned
*Earlier that day*
"I want to ask Gabe something!"
Sam grabbed Gabriel's arm and pulled him along the stairs to Gabe's room. Sam didn't even care if Dean was going to be annoyed with him; all he knew was that he needed to talk to Gabriel. And he needed to do it soon.
It didn't take too long for them to reach the top floor. As soon as they were inside Sam closed the door and let himself slide down and panted for a few seconds. All the while Gabriel tried to understand what Sam could possibly want to tell him.
"What's goi-" Gabriel started only to be interrupted by Sam.
"I need to tell you something." The nervousness was tangible in his voice. Sam raised his hand and combed his hair with his fingers. Gabe tried to say something but Sam shushed him. "I want to tell you something," Sam repeated, "but you can't say anything until I'm done. I'm not sure if this is going to be a mistake or if it's actually a good thing." Sam stopped for a few seconds once more; he was trying to find the best words to explain himself, but it was hard.
Gabriel stared at Sam for a few seconds. Sam looked like he was trying to do something hard, but he was trying and that was all Gabe wanted. He could try and understand whatever it was later.
"I'm listening." Gabe said as he sank in his bed and took a package of Skittles from under his pillow. It didn't take him too long to start eating the Skittles all the while he kept looking directly to Sam.
Sam nodded. That was all he wanted; Gabe to sit down and listen to him. Sam grabbed Gabriel's desk chair and placed it in front of Gabriel, so they could be face to face. Before he spoke again, Sam looked to the way Gabriel was sitting, his body language showed he was interested in what Sam had to say; what he really wanted to know was how his feet were… While he was in class, someone said that if people were really interested, their feet would be pointing to you and parallel to each other. Once he realized they were in fact pointing to Sam and parallel to each other, the younger boy smiled.
"Ever since we first became friends, I've been the luckiest person out there; I got myself a friend. I never thought I would have people actually wanting to talk to me and ask me out to watch a movie in their house. I've never had that before."
Gabriel looked confused; despite the Skittles, he wasn't even paying them that much attention. The look of 'nod-if-you're-understanding' in Sam's face made him do so.
"You know, the first time we went to the park was the first time I ever went there with someone that wasn't my brother… We-I… That was the most fun I've ever had with someone that wasn't Dean." Before he tried to spoke again, Sam scratched the back of his neck; it looked like he was trying to find words in his brain, but wasn't succeeding that much. "This is harder than I thought…"
Gabriel wanted to ask something. What was even the point of that conversation? He was too confused, but he knew that Sam would be mad if he was interrupted… So Gabriel kept his doubts to himself. When Sam looked at his face, Gabriel gave him a smile to let him know he was still listening.
"There it is." Sam said a bit too excited than it was necessary. "That smile." Before continuing, a deep blush started to appear in his cheeks. "Every night, I go to sleep and I have a smile in my face, because I remember how you smiled when we were laughing or eating candy or whatever we were doing…"
Those words must have made it clear to Gabriel what that conversation was about. His eyes were glowing and his smile was his most charming one.
"I am lucky that I have such a good friend…" A brief pause made Sam get up from his chair and stop in front Gabriel, his throat was dry and he knew that if things went wrong –and there was still a possibility for that– their friendship would never be the same; but the way Gabriel was looking at him made Sam continue. "And I would be even luckier if I had a boyfriend like that."
Without wasting a second, Sam tilted his head and his lips searched for Gabriel's. It was a soft kiss, it only lasted a few seconds but it was enough to pass on the message he was trying to convey.
After that, Sam glanced down towards Gabriel. Sam wasn't sure if he had crossed an unspoken line of their friendship, but he hoped he hadn't. The younger teen hoped he had done perfectly alright, and had turned their friendship into something more. As the seconds passed and Gabriel didn't speak, Sam started to get nervous once more.
Gabriel was shocked, he had been thinking about Sam for a while, but he didn't want to be accused of only wanting to fool around. Sam was so much more than that, and that was the reason Gabe didn't try to make a move with Sam; besides, Sam was younger and Dean would kill him if he messed with his little brother. The kiss had taken him by surprise, he was sure Sam was only going to admit that their time together as friends was the best and that Sam considered him his best friend, but this was so much better.
Sam tried to walk away from Gabriel, since he wasn't saying anything at all.
Damn it! I crossed the line! He's gunna hate me now! Why did I have to do that?! That was a stupid move!
As he took a step backwards, Sam tripped in Gabriel's school bag and feel to the floor.
The movement was enough to wake Gabriel from his own thoughts. He glanced towards Sam and moved to help him up. Sam was blushing and Gabriel couldn't help but think how cute Sam looked.
"I think now it's my turn to talk…" Gabriel said once Sam was up to his feet. Sam could only stare, as he was too embarrassed to speak. "Don't worry; I don't have a speech as big as yours," He said with a wink. Gabriel looked at Sam. "I like you too." And so he kissed Sam, this time holding them together a bit longer than their previous kiss.
Once they pulled away, Sam was smiling brightly and the only thing he could do was hug Gabriel.
"I'm glad… I was starting to think you were never going to talk to me again."
Gabriel hugged him back and snorted.
"That would never happen. My little Sammy-kins is too cute to never be spoken to."
"Good. Do you think we should tell them?" Sam asked.
"No, I think we should keep quiet for a while… We'll tell them when we're ready."
Sam sighed happily and they kept hugging for about a minute before the youngest teen remembered he and Dean needed to get home. The youngest Winchester grabbed Gabriel's hand and started to run down the stairs, as soon as he was in the main entrance, he let go of Gabriel and thanked him.
"Thanks for inviting us, Gabe!" Sam said happily. "It was awesome; but we need to go now!"
*Back to the present*
"So… Are you gunna tell me what that was about?" Dean asked as they were walking, as fast as they could, to their house.
Almost all the way until that moment had been spent in silence, except for the humming coming from Sam's mouth.
"It was nothing… I just wanted to ask Gabe something." Sam had decided it would be better if they didn't say anything just yet, and as tempting as it was to tell his big brother he had a boyfriend, he didn't want to say anything.
Dean didn't buy it, and Sam knew it; but being the great guy he was Dean didn't press any further. Sam would tell him when he was ready.
They kept walking fast and soon they were in front of their house. Dean sighed while Sam unlocked the door. Dean walked inside first and Sam followed soon after.
The house was quiet and for a second, they thought John wasn't home yet.
"W'ere th'hell were you?" John yelled, entrained words sounding hard and mad. John had clearly been drinking something strong; he usually got his words entrained by harder drinks.
Dean immediately lowered his head and let himself get the blame.
"I'm sorry." Dean whispered.
"OH!" John yelled. "You're sorry…" John laughed and then stumbled towards Dean. His fist was connected to Dean's face almost immediately.
Dean whimpered, but as usual, did nothing to fight it. He didn't dare to do it… After all, John was still his father.
"Lik'a girl!" John laughed, punching Dean wherever he could reach, Dean tried to cover his hands and his face; those were the places people would see and his hands weren't completely healed… He needed to keep them safe for a little longer. "Deanna… Pat'etic! You're the wo'st pe'son evah."
Sam had never seen his father being so aggressive to Dean. Most of the times, John would do it when Sam wasn't around, but this time, John was on full attack mode and didn't care about people around him. He was in such a shock that Sam couldn't move; he was stuck to the floor and his mouth stood there open.
As John's hands started to get tired, he also started to kick Dean. His shins were getting kicked and soon Dean's legs gave up and he fell to the floor. As he started getting kicking in his stomach, he let out a howl of pain. Once again, Dean was lying down on the floor, curled up on himself, receiving kicks from his father.
Enough was enough.
"STOP!" Sam yelled, trying to catch John's attention. He couldn't keep watching his brother be in so much pain. He needed to get John to stop! "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! YOU HAVE TO STOP! DEAN IS IN PAIN AND I DON'T WANT HIM TO SUFFER!"
John stared at his youngest son and laughed.
"W'y do ya even care?" John slurred, his voice filled with anger.
"Because I'm sick of this!" Sam replied through clenched teeth. "If you don't know how to behave, then we're leaving."
John kept staring at his son, as if asking him to dare him to do as he said.
"Good bye dad." Sam said as he helped Dean get up from the floor and took him outside. Sam only stopped to grab their school bags that they had left by the doorway.
Sam got Dean to walk a block before Dean fell to the floor. His legs weren't helping him and he was giving his best to keep going.
"Let's stop for a few seconds." Sam suggested upon his brother's struggle. "I want to talk to you, Dean."
Dean raised his head and faced Sam.
"You can't let him do this to you… What did Benny teach you?" Trying to get a reaction out of his brother was hard. Dean looked like he was in a coma, just like he usually did after getting hit on by John. "You have to fight back!"
The last words seemed to wake Dean up a little.
"I can't do it… It's too big. Sammy, I can't do it… He's still our dad. If he was some random person I wouldn't hesitate, but he's our father."
Sam frowned.
"No… He's just the guy who lives with us. If he was our father he would start acting like such. He shouldn't hold the title of our father if he can't behave like he should." Sam's words were filled with anger as if he was trying to make a point get through.
Dean understood what Sam meant.
"I just can't do it…" Dean said, his voice broken. They stayed in silence for a few seconds before Dean started walking again. "Where are we going?"
"We're going to Gabe's place… He did say we could stay there if we ever needed."
Dean wanted to argue. He didn't want to become a nuisance, and going to Gabe was being exactly that.
"Can't we just go to Bobby's?" Dean asked.
"You know we can't. Dad will look for us there. He doesn't know I'm-we're friends with Gabe."
"Fine. But tomorrow I'm staying at Bobby's."
Since neither of them spoke, it became clear that Sam would let him have his way. They kept on walking, stopping every once in a while because damn, Dean was exhausted.
Once they neared Gabe's block, Dean was half unconscious, being dragged by Sam. Everything hurt and as much as he tried to keep moving, he just couldn't. Sam never let go, nor did he complain; he simply helped his brother as much as he could.
The last block was the hardest, Sam was carrying all of Dean's weight and they backpacks. But eventually, they were in front of the Novak's household.
Sam placed one of the bags on the floor. He took a few seconds before he knocked on the door. It took three more knocks for someone to open the door.
When the door opened, Balthazar stood there looking at the Winchester brothers for a few seconds. From the look on his face, he looked like he had just seen something and had no idea how to process it.
"Just go fetch Gabe." Sam begged.
Balthazar did as he was asked and let the door ajar. Gabriel came to the door in a matter of seconds.
"Sam." He said as soon as he opened the door and saw Dean now really unconscious in his brother's arms. Sam had tears falling down his cheeks and Gabriel felt really bad for not being able to take their pain away. "Come inside… He won't find you here." Gabe whispered as he let Sam inside and helped him carry Dean.
