A few months had passed, for the most part uninterestingly. They hadn't come across anything out of the ordinary, and had spent those months hunting werewolves, shapeshifters and the occasional djinn. Of course, with them being the Winchesters, that wouldn't last long.

It had been an incredibly odd job. Nothing made very much sense, and with UFOs, giant giraffes and and an abundance of chocolate making an appearance, the boys were stumped.

"Get this." said Sam. "All of these things- they all point towards a Trickster. It says here that they have an extreme sweet tooth, and can make pretty much anything happen."

"Right." said Dean. "How do we gank em then?"

"With difficulty." said Sam. "They're basically gods, so,"

"We've killed gods before, it's always possible." said Dean. Cas looked at him quizzically.

"Not your God." Dean said. Cas didn't look much more relieved.

"Dean, according to this, a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood should do the trick."

"Excellent." said Dean.

"Dean. Sam." said Cas. "There is a man in our room."

"What?!" Dean spun round in his chair to face a happy looking guy, who was, in comparison to him and Sam, very short.

"Hi boys." He said. "Hi Sam, Dean, Cas. I'm sorry, wish I could stay and chat, but, um, you seem to be on to me, and I'd rather you weren't."

Sam stares quizzically at the man, while Dean just stared. Cas didn't seem too bothered.

"Sorry fellas, this has been a wonderful conversation, have fun."

"Wait, what?" asked Sam, standing up. But the man had already clicked his fingers and when Sam stood up he wasn't in a motel room. He was in a classroom.

He didn't remember anything about what had happened- most he knew, he was 16 years old and in Brockstead High. Dean was working in the town mechanic, because Dad had insisted that he work the job alone. It had been a long job- John has been gone for almost a week, but his regular phone calls kept Dean reasonably sane and told them that he wouldn't be home anytime soon. Brockstead was okay, Sam supposed, but he'd much rather have been at home. Walking from maths to Ancient History, Sam noticed a girl. It wasn't the first time he'd noticed her- admittedly it was hard not to. She had the most incredible long blonde hair, and beautiful green eyes.

Ancient History wasn't bad at all. It was most certainly better than maths. It passed quickly, and it was soon the end of the day. Dean would usually pick him up and they'd get food on the way home, but Sam had gotten a text saying that Dean was staying late. Which was weird. Sam soon forgot about that though, when the blonde haired girl approached him outside school.

"Hi." she said.

"Hi." said Sam, less confidently.

"You're Sam Winchester, right? The new kid?"

"Um, yes. Yes I am."

"Awesome. I'm Brianna."

"Hi Brianna." said Sam, smiling.

"Wanna go maybe out for lunch sometime?" This took Sam by surprise.

"Oh- um,"

"You don't have to, it's just-"

"No, I mean, yes. I'll go for lunch with you."

Sam and Brianna smiled.

"I'll see you soon then." Brianna said, and walked off.

Dean had stayed late for a very specific reason, and it wasn't the cars. Well, it was kind of the cars. A customer had come in five minutes before closing time, desperate for his car to be repaired. When Dean took a look at it, the front end had been crumpled and the engine had packed in entirely. He should have said no, but there was just something about this guy.

"Sure." he'd said, leading him through the to the back. "I'm Dean, by the way."

"I can see. It's on your name badge." said the man. "I'm Castiel, but please, call me Cas."

"That's a strange name." said Dean, looking more closely at the car.

"Yes, it's biblical. My parents are very religious."

"Oh." said Dean, looking up. "Are you?"

"Not particularly." Cas said. "While there is a great deal of truth in the bible and other religious texts, none of it warrants a particular way of life. Not for me." Dean nodded, turning back to the car. He stood up and went to fetch some tools, and when he came back he got started on fixing the car. The sooner I finish, he thought, the sooner I can go home. But for some reason he didn't want to go home. He wanted to stay in the workshop with this Cas guy. Dean shook off those thoughts and lifted up the crumpled bonnet of the car.

After spending hours on that car, Dean was finally back at the motel with Sam, who'd ordered Chinese. They were sat eating when Sam announced that he had a date.

"A date?" said Dean, grabbing a spring roll. "Who with?"

"Her name's Brianna. She's in my Ancient History class."

"Nice." Dean said.

"What about you?" asked Sam. "You usually manage to get a date wherever we stop- any luck?"

"Not a chance." said Dean. "Nobody falls for the guy wearing an apron covered in dirt." But he was wrong. Castiel was sat on his sofa, thinking about how he really should have asked for his number.

The next day, Sam met up with Brianna after school, and he took her to Amelia's- the best restaurant in Brockstead. She looked amazing, Sam thought. She was wearing a beautiful blue skirt and a white t shirt. Sam had just changed his shirt, and began to feel that it wasn't enough.

"You look very handsome." Brianna said to him, however.

"And you look beautiful."

Dean switched the sign in the mechanic's window to 'closed' and headed for his Impala, But was stopper by the sight of that Cas guy stood outside. Neither of them said anything, but Dean's brain was whirring and almost exploding with thoughts. The word 'gay' floated around in there quite often.

"Um..." said Dean.

"I'm sorry." said Cas. "I just wanted to ask for- your, number." He looked very tense, and as Dean stayed in silence he began to look as if he regretted his entire existence.

"Oh, um, sure." said Dean. He was sure he wasn't gay, but he'd be moving towns in about a week, so what did it matter, really? He took a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Do you have a pen?" He asked. Cas handed him a pen, and Dean wrote down his phone number. He gave it to Cas, and the pair spent the next minute in silence.

"Thanks." said Cas eventually. Both thought about going in for a friendly hug at the same time, but both changed their minds and ended up simply moving forwards and adjusting their arm positions slightly, before returning back. After having seen that they were both going for it, they both attempted it again, unsuccessfully.

"Oh come on, it isn't this hard." said Dean, laughing. Cas reached out and pushed Dean's hands to his side gently left hugging him tightly. Dean returned the hug, and the pair stayed there for what seemed like an eternity.

Brianna laughed, and Sam smiled. For once, he was genuinely happy. They both finished the last of their delicious meals, and after Sam paid, they headed outside. Brianna linked her arm with Sam's, and they walked together.

"Tonight was lovely." said Brianna. "Thank you."

"No." said Sam. "Thank you. You asked me out, remember?" They both chuckled. They stopped under a street light, and Sam took Brianna's hands.

"I'm going to have to leave soon." He said. "We only stay in places for a few weeks, because my dad works small jobs here and there. Then we move on. I'm sorry, but I at least wanted you to know." Brianna looked up at Sam and smiled.

"It's okay," she said. "I understand. Let's just make tonight memorable."

"I agree." said Sam. He cupped his hand under her chin and leaned down to kiss her. Brianna reached her hands up and wrapped them around Sam's neck, and the pair stayed there, comfortably.

A similar situation was playing out on the other side of town. Dean and Cas were still locked in a tight embrace, but when they finally broke apart, Cas made his move. It was brave, but he did it anyway. He leaned upwards to kiss Dean, and Dean was ready to kiss him back, but before their lips met, all three of them- Sam, Dean and Cas, landed back on the motel, as of nothing had changed.

"Dude what the hell?" said Dean, rubbing the back of his head.

"Sorry Dean, this one's between me and Sammy." He clicked his fingers and Dean and Cas disappeared. Sam looked inquisitively at the man.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Sorry, where are my manners? My name is Gabriel."

"The archangel Gabriel?" asked Sam.

"The one and only."

"Why did you put us in that... thing?"

"You know, fun."

Sam didn't look convinced.

"Fun?" He asked.

"Yes. Fun. And I dragged you out again when it got not fun."

"And when was that?" asked Sam.

"When you ruined everything by getting yourself a girlfriend. You were never supposed to do that."

"Why not? Nobody gave me a script."

"Well I'm so very sorry that you needed one." said Gabriel. "The only one of you who managed to display qualities of homosexuality was Dean, and he isn't even the gay one!"

"What?!" said Sam, more confused than ever.

"Right, let's make this quick." said Gabriel. "You're not straight, my dude. Neither is Dean. He was about to get with our friend Castiel before I dragged you all back out of that boring place."

"What?!" Sam repeated.

"God, you're like a broken record. Think of something else to say." Sam just looked bewildered. "Maybe not then." said Gabriel.

"Look, babe, there's my number," said Gabriel, and a piece of paper appeared in Sam's hand. "Give me a call when you figure it out." He winked and disappeared. When Sam turned around, Dean and Cas were sat back at the table.

"So, what did your friend want?" asked Dean.

"Apparently we're more than just friends." Sam said, showing him the piece of paper.

"Score." said Dean. "Who is he?"

"His name is Gabriel." said Castiel. "He is an archangel."

"So he wasn't a Trickster?" said Dean

"No." Cas replied.

"Well done, you got yourself an angel." said Dean. "Nice one. When are you gonna call him?" Sam didn't reply, but instead smiled at Dean, then sat down and opened his laptop.

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