Gabriel's test came back – it was an A minus, proving that Sam's mere presence at Gabriel's house seemed to accomplish something even if they didn't get much actual studying done when he was there.

He promised Sam that parents/sisters/cousins/aunts/uncles/household pets wouldn't come barging in this time – 'Cool your jets, Sammy. It's not like I hadn't already told them' – and Gabe had insisted they celebrate.

'Celebrating' in Gabriel-speak apparently meant buying a whole bag of Hershey's kisses and eating them on the way home from school. It had been warm that morning, so Gabe had walked, but by the afternoon it was pretty damn cold – at least he had Sam to drape an arm over his shoulder and surround him with his warmth.

So they walked back to Gabriel's place, Sam's arm easily encompassing Gabriel's shoulders, and Gabriel's hand nestled perfectly into the crook of Sam's hip. Gabriel fed him kisses every so often (both the chocolate and the literal kind) and they talked and laughed about everything and nothing, their breath rising up into the air in little dragon-clouds.

Now, Sam knew it as a rule of thumb that you were never supposed to use food during sex…Dean had told him this when he'd come home one night when Sam was fourteen feeling 'sticky' – his words. It just never turned out as awesomely kinky as you'd planned.

Sam, however, was inclined to disagree. Anything that Gabriel licked off his chest couldn't possibly be bad, especially if it was made of Hershey's and caused Gabriel to create these little moans of contentment as he snatched up each kiss before it melted.

Gabriel's tongue was nothing short of magical, and soon Sam was writhing beneath him on the bed, melting into Gabriel's warm hands and even warmer tongue. He vainly tried to control his breathing, but when he looked up at him with those twinkling hazel eyes and that trademark smirk, Sam nearly came right then and there.

Or died, because having your heart stop for that long couldn't be very healthy.

He snaked up Sam's body to pepper his face with kisses, stopping simply to stare right into his eyes, smiling.

"What?" Sam asked, chuckling, when Gabriel didn't move.

"Nothing," he muttered, bearing down on Sam's lips with a fierce kiss. His smile when he pulled back up was a little evil-looking, and he had that glint in his eye that told Sam he was up to something. "Wanna taste you," he said finally, barely giving Sam a second to register it before slinking down his body again and stopping at his fly. Sam looked down, because he did not want to miss this sight – Gabriel looking up at him as he unzipped his fly…with his teeth.

Sam shivered, his arms nearly collapsing underneath him as he leaned up on his elbows. His heart thudding in his ears, Sam felt as though he'd been yanked up to space and had no kind of air supply. Rational thought skipped right out the window.

Here, at last, was something he'd been waiting for, had only dreamed of; and it was Gabriel smirking up at him, no less. Sam had resigned himself to never experiencing this…Dean had treated a 'blowjob' like it was the Holy Grail of sexual experiences and Sam had happily accepted that.

He ran a hand through Gabriel's hair as he fumbled with the button, trying to hide the shaking in his excited fingers. When he finally unfastened it, Sam lifted his hips to allow Gabriel to slide his jeans and boxers down to bunch up low on his thighs.

Sam's eyes slid shut as his cock sprang free, for almost immediately, Gabriel had a hand around the base, and was licking a languid stripe up the vein on the underside. Sam gasped, his entire air supply leaving his body in a rush and his hand tightened in Gabriel's hair when he took the head into his mouth, swirling around it with his tongue.

Sam tried to buck up, but Gabriel had a strong palm on his hip that prevented him from doing so, so instead he let out a broken, wanton moan. Gabriel took him deeper into his mouth, a glorious wet heat surrounding Sam and feeling like nothing else. In fact, it was quite an otherworldly, indescribable feeling, because Gabriel's tongue was quite possibly the most epically amazing thing in the whole universe, in Sam's opinion.

He was just thinking how he didn't want this to end, ever, when Gabriel started humming around his cock. And that? That sent him hurtling over the edge, faster than he'd planned, shooting right into Gabriel's mouth. The vision behind Sam's eyes whited out for a second, and for a second he was as high as he'd been in like, ever.

Gabriel must have been a fucking pro because he swallowed every drop of Sam's come with a smile, still lapping at Sam's cock until it became too sensitive. Sam, for his part, was apparently stuck to the bed, because he couldn't move even if he wanted to.

Just like that, Gabriel was next to him, grinning like a lunatic, asking: "Was that alright?"

And hell yeah, it was more than alright, if Sam's heart – which was beating up a storm somewhere near his epiglottis – and his sweaty palms had anything to say about it.

The only sensible thing that Sam's voice could produce, however, was a half formed 'Wuh'. As an answer, instead, he turned to the side, snaking his hand to the back of Gabriel's neck and pulling him close enough to kiss.

Sam could taste himself on Gabriel's tongue, heady and salty, which was nothing short of scorching hot and his dick gave an interested twitch. Gabe moaned into the kiss, shifting closer to Sam, where he could feel the insistent press of his erection into his leg.

It was time Sam repaid the favor.

Pulling away with a smile, Sam grasped a hold of Gabriel's hand and pulled him up to a sitting position with his legs over the edge of the bed, working at his belt and fly with determined fingers. Gabriel's breath hitched in his chest as Sam helped him wriggle out of his jeans and boxers, too, and his hand rested gently on the back of Sam's neck, massaging lightly in a motion meant to comfort and calm.

Was it that obvious that Sam had never done this before?

Sam swallowed once, nerves overtaking him. It was only for a second though, because he placed his tongue on Gabriel's cock, swirling around the head and his mind was taken over trying to imitate Gabriel's actions. He licked along the slit, knowing he liked to touch himself there, and Gabriel shuddered, curling over Sam and gasping more tightly onto his neck.

At the encouragement of a gasped plea from Gabriel, Sam took him into his mouth as far as he could. It was an odd feeling; his jaw clenched up, he over-produced saliva, and the feel of Gabriel on his tongue was unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.

He only had to bob his head a few times – apparently Gabriel was pretty close, if the way he was moaning gave any indication – all the while inexpertly avoiding accidentally scraping teeth, before Gabriel was coming too. Sam attempted to swallow like Gabriel did, but when he started gagging and choking he found he couldn't get all of it, and a dribble of come made its way down his chin as he pulled away from Gabriel.

Gabe just chuckled at him like he was a misbehaving puppy, swiping a thumb across his chin and picking up the come, before sucking it off his own thumb. Sam growled low in his throat because if Gabe didn't watch it he'd be hard again pretty soon.

Gabriel pulled Sam up, cupping his jaw and sharing with him a tender kiss, first just a gentle brush of lips, then turning deeper. When their tongues brushed together, he moaned, a sound muffled by Gabriel's sinful tongue as it licked lovingly into his mouth.

Sam's hands still rested on Gabriel's hips, and his fingers pressed more deeply into the soft flesh there, grasping as though he never wanted to let go. He started to push Gabriel back, and he obeyed, Sam following him onto the bed and resting a knee between his.

It was Gabriel who pulled away first, breathless, his breathing hot as it passed over Sam's lips. His face broke into a huge smile, and he brought his hand around to Sam's neck to rub soothing circles there.

"Sam," he began, barely a whisper, as Sam himself crashed on the bed next to him, truly sated.

"Yeah?"

Gabriel looked into Sam's eyes, in his an unreadable expression…half-wonder, half-fright. "Have you…have you ever been in love?"

Sam paused, melting. He smiled. "I think so," he said, grasping Gabriel's neck again to pull him a little closer, and brushing their lips together once more.

They said nothing more, and passed the next few moments in silence, just staring at each other. Gabriel's hazel eyes showed no joke, no trickery like they usually did. Here, Sam thought, was Gabriel laid bare - totally open and honest, not hiding behind laughter or a smirk. There was a certain look in his eyes that tipped Sam off; that look of wonder and genuine happiness.

Then Sam felt a stab of guilt. Gabriel had told him everything, his deepest secrets; he'd shared everything with him, and Sam…Sam hadn't even told Gabriel why his mother's dead or why his family runs around the country or even his real last name. He scowled, knowing how Gabriel would react to the lies, the concealed half-truths.

Sam swallowed, resigning himself to telling him everything, eventually. But not now…no, he couldn't. Not when Gabriel was looking at him like that, all awed and almost innocent. But he could start small.

"Gabe," he said quietly, squeezing his eyes shut as though that would protect him from what he was about to say. "I have something to tell you."

"Yeah?" he replied, cocking his head to the side. "What?"

"Well…" he began, grimacing. "I haven't…exactly…been telling you the truth."

"In what way?"

Sam took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever he deserved. "I lied about my name."

"What, so you're in witness protection or something?" Gabriel asked, laughing, and Sam laughed, too, in spite of himself.

"No, no, it's just," he floundered to come up with the excuse. "Our Dad doesn't like us using real names, he's paranoid like that."

Gabriel cocked an eyebrow and leaned up on one elbow. "So you're not Sam?"

"Oh… no." He smiled, following suit and sitting up on his elbow. "I'm still Sam."

"Then what's your real last name, oh man of mystery?" Gabriel laughed, stroking a hand gently along his neck and making Sam feel immediately better for telling him.

"Well…it's Winchester. Sam Winchester."

There was a beat, silence pressing and empty, and then Gabriel cried out and clutched his head, rolling and curling in on himself in agony.

Blackness, and then lightning. A garden that felt like a twisted version of home. The sound of a neck breaking, then horrible, close silence.

A face – Sam's face, that much Gabriel knew – but warped, not himself, a grotesque mask twisted by hate and bitterness.

"You ever hear the story of how I fell from Grace?"

Sam speaks with someone else's voice, talks to a man he's only seen once before, but he'd recognize him as Sam's brother any day.

Gabriel feels himself shouting 'No!' – he doesn't want to hear that story.

Not again.

Dean's speaking, but Gabriel can't tear his eyes away from Sam, beautiful yet evil, that smile with a thousand meanings making his stomach churn.

"You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him. More than anything."

Gabriel wanted to reach out and touch, to embrace – it was Sam, after all. But he knows who this is, knows who Sam really is.

Maybe he's lied about more than just his name.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

The scene's changed. It's a barren field; a cemetery. Sam's there again, his eyes still narrowed in that way that makes you know he's quite literally the personification of evil.

The younger of the two – or was he older? He was smaller, slighter, the look in his eyes determined rather than evil, and he glares with hatred at the Morningstar.

"Think about it. Dad made everything, which means He made me who I am! God wanted the Devil."

And that's enough. Gabriel needs to get out of there, right now. He needs to run away just like he did before, for this – this right here's why he left in the first place. He needs to run away from Sam, who he thought he'd loved, because Sam isn't who he thought he was.

Something holds him there, though, something he can't control.

"Please," he begs, "please let me out of here."

When Gabriel woke there were tears blurring his vision, sobs shaking his chest and a figure above him, shaking his shoulders, shouting things Gabriel couldn't hear or discern.

Sam.

Hands fisted in the comforter, Gabriel shuffled back, struck by fear, scrambling away from the reaching arms, away from Sam.

Because Sam wasn't Sam. He hadn't ever been Sam – he was Lucifer, alive and kicking.

"Get away from me!" was the first thing he said, reaching out to push him away. Sam frowned, looking so unlike the Sam from the vision, and yet…

"What?" he said, sliding back, affronted. "Gabe, I'm sorry, I…"

"No," Gabriel said, shaking, a tear sliding out of his eye as he tried to scramble back further. "Leave."

The harsh words and the extended hand pointing out the door hurt Sam more than any blade, but he obeyed anyway without knowing why, picking up his shirt and haphazardly yanking up his pants, before pausing at the door.

"I'm sorr-"

"Leave!"

Gabriel still shook, long after Sam had gone. The vision was a big one, his head still pounding like someone had gone at it with a sledgehammer, but he didn't have the heart to put this one on paper. Not this time.

He felt a sick feeling settle low in his stomach, and soon enough Gabriel was in the bathroom, retching.

Sam made it home, eventually, unheeding of the unshed, indignant tears that formed and froze at the corners of his eyes.

He really hoped Dean had gone out, because alone time was what he needed right now. He needed to bury himself in algebra and not think about what had happened, or about the accusing look in Gabriel's eyes, or about how stupid he'd been to even lie to Gabriel in the first place.

Of course, algebra didn't help a bit. He stared at the same problem for a good twenty minutes, trying to fend off tears and failing, one fat tear dripping onto his book, blurring numbers and letters.

He'd had something so good, but now he'd fucked it up from a tiny little white lie. As if he needed it, Sam had another reason to hate the whole hunting thing he'd been dragged into against his will.

So the algebra book ended up thrown against the far wall, and Sam ended up in bed, sobbing into his pillow.

A/N: I actually cried writing this chapter. So sorry guys. It gets better, I promise! *prepares self for death threats*