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"What about how you were raised by Bobby and Dean?" Gabriel offered, not looking up from his freshman essay. He was sitting in Sam's living room, trying to finish grading while Sam had decided to start on his admission essay for Stanford.

"I don't think that's interesting enough." Sam sighed, staring at his laptop. There weren't really any guidelines for the essay; they just wanted something that grabbed the attention of the admission's office.

"That's more than interesting enough." Gabriel made a mark of a misused vocabulary word.

"I could write about sleeping with my teacher. That should get their attention, right?" Gabriel looked at Sam.

"Yeah, great idea, Samsquatch. They'd love that." Sam rested his head on Gabriel's shoulder and sighed again.

"What should I write about then?" Sam gave Gabriel a gentle kiss on his neck. Gabriel shivered slightly. Normally they didn't do any sort of affection except for some low key cuddling in Sam's living room, but Dean had gotten dragged out of the apartment by Castiel. Dean promised that they would be back in less than two hours, but from the glare that Castiel gave him, it was probably going to be longer.

"I already told you. People will find it inspiring that you went through so much, especially at a young age, and how well you've done." Sam stared at his blank document and then glanced at the essay in Gabriel's hand. He didn't really read it, but it was something to stare at. His mind just kept jumping between ideas. Bobby, Dean, working at Sage's, his friendship with Kevin, growing up without either of his parents. That was just such a difficult topic. His mother had died when he was six months old, and his father, well, his father died when he was around two, but by that point, according to some stories that he'd heard, he wasn't much of a father at that point. Sam felt like he shouldn't write about his parents because he didn't really know them. He couldn't give them proper details like Dean could. He, Sam, couldn't remember his mother singing 'Hey Jude' and tucking him in like Dean did. He didn't remember the pretty blonde from the pictures cutting the crusts his peanut butter and jellies. He did remember Dean playing Army guys in Bobby's basement though. And Dean teaching him to drive the Impala. And Dean showing him the apartment that they now called home, nervously, thinking that Sam wouldn't like it, but "the landlord knows our situation and is going to give us a deal, Sammy," and Sam gave Dean a hug and told him that he loved it.

"What about Dean?" Gabriel jumped slightly, thinking that Sam had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

"What do you mean?"

"What if I write about Dean? I mean, I've looked up to him since I was four years old."

"That's a great idea." Gabriel placed a kiss to Sam's temple before Sam sat up, grabbed his laptop off the coffee table, and began typing.

Gabriel was still grading and Sam was still typing when Dean came bursting into the apartment, glaring between the two of them.

"Dean-o, what did you think we were going to be doing while you were gone?" Castiel followed Dean in with an eye roll.

"Thank you for leaving me down in the car. Very nice of you."

"What have you two been doing?" Dean folded his arms across his chest, trying to seem intimidating. Gabriel knew that Dean would probably not actually do anything, but still, it worked.

"Gabriel graded and I've been writing my admission's essay." Sam finally looked up from his laptop and couldn't help but notice a little blotch that hadn't been on his brother's neck before he left. "Much less exciting than whatever you and Castiel did."

"Well, it's getting late, isn't it?" Gabriel held back an eye roll. That was Dean's not very subtle way of saying it was time for Gabriel to leave.

"Yeah, can Sam at least walk me down to my car?" Gabriel really felt like he was the one back in high school. He had actually been thinking about something since Sam had mentioned his top schools, and wanted to have the conversation in private.

"Fine. You have five minutes."

"Dean, I think you're being a little harsh."

"Fine, ten minutes, but that's as high as I'm going." Gabriel packed up his work and led the way down to the parking lot, throwing a good-bye to Dean and Castiel as he left. Gabriel placed his bag in his passenger seat, straightened up, and turned to face Sam.

"Sam, can I ask you something, in all seriousness?" Sam was taken aback for a moment.

"Of course." Gabriel looked down at their feet, trying to figure out how to word his question. Sam stepped closer and lifted Gabriel's head with his finger. Gabriel still didn't meet Sam's eyes. "What's going on?"

"Wh…when you get accepted to Stanford,"

"If you mean."

"No, I mean when. WHEN you get accepted, what if we decide we can't do a long distance thing? What if…?"

"Gabriel," Gabriel finally made eye contact with Sam. "We'll make this work. If we have to do long distance for a while, then we'll make it work. I mean, I want to anyway. If you…." Sam swallowed hard to try and get the knot out of his throat. "If you think…"

"No! No, no, no, I'm just…putting the idea out there. That long distance is probably going to have to happen. And, I can deal with that, if you can, but if you…" Sam cut Gabriel off with a kiss. It was just a simple kiss. Neither of them tried to deepen it, or grab at each other. Sam pulled away slightly, making sure he could look into Gabriel's golden eyes.

"We have months to figure this out. Plus, I might be going somewhere closer. There's no guarantee that I'll get into Stanford." Gabriel scoffed.

"Yes, there is. I hear the way the other teachers talk about you and your grades. They're pretty sure you're going to have to be beating colleges off with a stick." Sam ran his fingers through Gabriel's hair.

"Let's just, cross that bridge when we get there, okay? IF I get accepted to Stanford, we'll talk about it." Gabriel reluctantly nodded.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." Sam gave Gabriel another kiss, and then waited for him to get in his car and drive off before turning back around to go back to his apartment. He walked into the living room and saw Castiel and Dean cuddling on the couch.

"So, what did you two really do?" Dean asked, looking away from Castiel.

"I told you. Gabriel graded and I started my admission's essay."

"Can I read it?" Dean quirked an eyebrow, as if he'd caught Sam in a lie.

"No, because it's not finished yet. Once I'm done you can." Sam shot back.

"Dean, leave Sam alone." Castiel stifled a yawn as he spoke. Dean gently rubbed Castiel's arm.

"I'm going to head to bed." Sam picked his laptop up off the coffee table. "Night, guys." Sam waved and got two in return. As he shut the door, he heard Dean ask Castiel if he was going to spend the night and suddenly a twinge of jealousy shot through him. Dean got to spend the night with his boyfriend, why couldn't Sam do the same? Yes, it was technically Dean's apartment, and Sam was still technically grounded, but hopefully that would lift soon and maybe, just maybe Dean would allow Gabriel to spend a little more time over at the apartment. Maybe he'd let Sam stay over at Gabriel's. That one might not happen, but hey, a guy can dream.