Hello, friends. Sorry, again with the lateness, but I'm going to California at the end of next week and won't be back until the second Monday (April 11th) so I am planning (notice the key word) on uploading two chapters next week before I leave on Friday. Wish me luck. Anyway! Thank you guys so much for reviews (MikaSayo and Guest), favs, and follows! Love you guys!
Sam scrubbed the table again, his last table of the night. The doors had been locked for about ten minutes.
"So, are you going to tell me what happened?" Kevin asked, leaning over the countertop.
"Professor Shurley almost caught us making out, and he freaked."
"You…the two of you were making out in the school?" Sam frowned at Kevin.
"Yes, it wasn't the first time. We've had to race to his apartment a couple times after making out in his office." Sam thought he should be embarrassed, but all he felt was a bitterness.
"Okay, a little too much, but thanks. So, you're really dating Ruby?" Sam shrugged.
"I guess so."
"Sam, do you really think that's a good idea? I mean, she's…got a reputation."
"I don't really think anything will come of it. I just need something to get my mind off of him."
"Were you in love with him?" Kevin asked quietly. Quietly enough that if Sam chose to, he could ignore it.
"Yeah, I am." Sam wiped away tears that seemingly came out of nowhere.
"Did he know that?" Sam shook his head.
"And he never will now." Sam walked behind the counter, grabbed the broom and began sweeping.
The rest of the week was agonizingly slow. Sam felt like there was no way he was going to make it through the rest of the year. Seeing Gabriel up there, smiling, carrying on, helping students with their work. How could he just pretend that nothing had happened? How could he carry on like they had been nothing? For the first time in his life, Sam decided to skip doing his homework (his English homework, anyway), and called Ruby instead.
Gabriel caught glances of Sam and Ruby the rest of the week in the hallways. He tried to avoid them as much as he could, but it seemed like everywhere he looked, they were there. He had her against the wall in the hallway, or was holding her hand as they were standing by their lockers. It hurt. Everything hurt. That's why he was going to meet up with some college friends in Manhattan to hopefully forget about the whole thing. If only for the weekend.
Friday morning, the day the seniors had their Emerson essays due came, and Gabriel walked in to his classroom just before the bell rang. He had been spending his mornings in his office more than in his classroom lately. It was just…easier to stay focused on his work if he wasn't looking up for Sam every five minutes. Sam had barely spoken in class all week and he had stayed in the back, next to Lucifer. Gabriel only looked back there when he needed to, but otherwise, walked around and helped other students with their interpreting or their writing. Sam and Lucifer would be talking, never working or asking for help. Gabriel was considering telling Castiel that Sam was falling in with a bad crowd, which wasn't a lie, and having Dean step in.
"Good morning, everybody. How's it going?" A few students replied with 'fines'. "Good, now I'm going to have you guys turn your essays in on my desk while I get us ready for our next lesson." Gabriel turned around and began to write the next lesson on the board as he heard the students shuffle and make their way back to their seats. Gabriel turned around and noticed Sam looked pale. There were dark purple circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept in a couple days.
"So, um…we…" Gabriel shook his head and looked at another student. "Sorry, today we're going to be working in partners coming up with ideas for the next essay, which is going to be horror stories." Some students looked around excitedly while others actually looked scared (and no, Gabriel didn't notice that Sam looked at Lucifer and they shared a smirk). "Go ahead and break into pairs and I'll come around and help you guys. Don't be afraid of some of the clichés that have floated around the past few years either. Believe it or not, vampires and werewolves can be scary again." Gabriel clapped his hands together and the students began to split into small groups.
Sam folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair. Great. So he could actually get some sleep in this class. Lucifer, Ruby, Meg, Alistair, and he had been out until almost two again last night. Dean was getting more and more furious with Sam every time he stayed out late, but he really didn't care. Things were just easier when he was drunk, or taking Demon Blood, or…that was about it. Even when he was kissing Ruby or taking things further, all he could think about was Gabriel.
"Sam, Lucifer, how are the ideas coming?" Sam didn't look up at Gabriel.
"Fine." Lucifer replied with a huge smile.
"Oh really, do you have any?"
"Now that wasn't the question, sir." Lucifer replied with a grin. Gabriel almost rolled his eyes, but he remembered he probably shouldn't. Gabriel looked at Sam, but he was staring at his notebook.
"How about you, Sam?"
"Hm?" Sam hummed, not looking up. He thought if he looked into Gabriel's eyes, especially this close, well, actually, he wasn't sure what would happen, but he knew it would hurt.
"Are you doing okay? With the horror ideas, I mean." Gabriel added the last part so that Lucifer wouldn't think anything, or hopefully anyway.
"Fine. Thanks." Sam never looked up at his teacher. He pretended to write in his notebook until Gabriel left. The bell rang shortly after and Lucifer walked out quickly. Gabriel sat on the desk next to Sam as he packed up his bag.
"Sam, can we talk after classes?"
"No, I've got plans." Sam murmured before walking out. Gabriel watched him leave with a sigh. Maybe it was time to call Castiel.
"So, six-thirty?" Ruby asked as she played with one of Sam's hands. Sam gave her a small smile.
"Sounds good. I'll see you then." Sam gave her a kiss on her forehead before she left. Sam was going to wait for Kevin before he got a text from Dean.
Dean: Home. Now.
Sam sighed and slammed his locker shut and walked to his car. He drove home, walked up to his apartment door and opened it. He saw an older man in a ball cap and dirty jeans sitting on the couch with a beer.
"Uncle Bobby? What are you doing here?"
"I called him." Dean replied, coming back with a beer in his hand.
"Okay? Why?" Sam sat in a chair as Dean sat next to Bobby.
"Because Sam, I told him everything and we're both worried about you." Sam rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"Don't be worried about me. I'm fine. Can I get ready for my date now?" Sam stood up, but Dean stood up and pushed Sam back down.
"Boy, what the hell is wrong with you? This girl you're with seems to be bad news." Bobby stared Sam down.
"You don't know anything about her. Now can I go?"
"No. You know that teacher of yours that's Cas' brother called? He said that you were falling in with a bad crowd." Sam stared at Dean. How dare Gabriel do that? If he was jealous of Ruby, fine. But he could at least be a man and talk to him.
"Well I'm not, and I've got a date I need to get ready for."
"Bullshit you do. You're not going anywhere."
"What?!" Sam exclaimed.
"You heard me." Dean grabbed Sam's car keys and put them in his pocket. "You're grounded. You're going to stay here until you tell me what is going on."
"I have a new girlfriend and sometimes we stay out a little late. Sorry, I didn't know that was crime."
"That…that's not what it is Sam." Dean began. He took a drink of his beer and sat back next to Bobby.
"Then what is it?" Bobby and Dean shared a look before Bobby sighed.
"Are you on drugs?"
"What? No, of course not!" Bobby glared at Sam and then leaned forward and stared at Sam for a long while.
"Don't you lie to me, boy. What the hell is wrong with you, ya idjit? Do you know what they could do to you and your future?"
"Look, Uncle Bobby, with all due respect, you're not my dad." Sam looked over at Dean. "And neither are you." Sam stood up and walked into his room.
