Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Kripke and his posse of evil.
A/N: I couldn't keep them angsting for much longer. Enjoy!

When Sam woke up, he was angry, more than anything. The tears had dried on his face, but there was still some creature in his chest that felt like it was eating him from the inside out.

He'd have to walk himself to school, because Dean had stayed out all night and God knows where he even was. But he was going to go to school, and damnit if it was the last thing he did he would get Gabriel to forgive him for whatever it was he'd done.

He had replayed the events over and over in his head, and reasoned that it couldn't possibly be his fault. Gabriel had been fine, it wasn't because he had lied…it was something to do with the vision and Sam was determined to find out what.

He rolled up at school with a vanilla latte in tow, figuring that a little sucking up wouldn't hurt.

"Hey," he said, tentatively approaching Gabriel, who slammed his locker shut and turned around when he heard him. There was terror in his eyes, mixed with hatred, something which almost made Sam well up again.

He turned to walk away but Sam followed him at a close distance. "Gabe! Tell me what I did wrong!" He stupidly held out the latte over Gabriel's shoulder; he took it, but just in time for him to pass a trash can and throw it in.

He talked over the noise of the crowd. "It's not what you did, Sammy, it's who you are!"

Oh, crap. "A hunter?" Is that what he'd seen? "Gabe, we can talk about that…I'm sorry I lied –! "

Gabriel turned around, eyebrow cocked. "What? No, it's…I know what you are," he said, the look in his eyes nothing short of scathing.

"I know. And I know it probably freaks you out, but…"

"I'm more than freaked out, Sam! How would you feel talking to the Devil?"

If the other students heard him, they didn't make any indication that they had.

Sam stopped then. "Huh?" Ok, so no. Gabriel wasn't freaking out about the hunting thing, he was just batshit crazy.

Gabriel scowled. "Don't play dumb. You're the living, breathing incarnation of Satan himself! I'm done."

He started to walk away again, but Sam grasped him on the shoulder, spinning him. "Gabe, what are you talking about? I'm…I'm not Satan."

Gabriel just stood there, arms folded over his chest, as though waiting for some kind of explanation. Well, at least he was waiting.

"Do you realize how…ridiculous you sound?" said Sam, letting out a bitter laugh. "I'm not…what makes you think that?"

Gabriel grimaced, biting his lip and looking down. "Well…"

"It was the vision, right?"

That thought had been plaguing Sam's mind since last night. The drawings – of which he'd stolen a fair few – carried along in this same vein: stuff about people with wings and lion faces, stuff about people with black eyes, stuff about Devil worship. Sam had connected the dots while he'd been over-thinking last night; the way Gabriel had clutched his head in agony, the way he was dead to the world and didn't hear Sam's shouts – he'd seen similar stuff in action before and it all added up.

He looked up at Sam. "How do you know about…?"

Vision it was then.

"I just do. Come on." The bell had rung, and the hallways began to empty, but Sam grasped Gabriel's hand and pulled him towards the doors.

"Where are you going?"

He smiled back at him. "We're cutting class."

Gabriel guessed that whatever they were going to do was quite important to Sam, seeing as he was willing to cut class for it. Even more so to goad Gabriel into it, when he was the one supposed to be bringing his grades up.

He brought them to a grassy hill outside a children's playground. It was blessedly empty, and they sat on the hill in silence for a few minutes, just staring out at it. The first signs of spring were beginning to show through, but the grass was still wet, so Sam had pulled off his raincoat for them both to sit on.

Sam spoke first. "So…this vision. Wanna tell me what you saw?"

Gabriel glared. "You don't have to treat me like a crazy person, Sam." He was about to add I've had enough of that already, but thought better of it.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut. "Just…tell me, then." Gabriel's breath caught in his throat when Sam grasped the hand that had been resting on his knee and stroked the back of it with his thumb.

"Well," he cleared his throat. "It was…you. And you were…" he cleared his throat again, realizing now how ridiculous he sounded. "You were Satan."

Now that he really thought about it, the horror from last night faded. He looked at Sam and saw none of the same hatred in his eyes; none of the evil.

Sam tried not to laugh; tried to take this seriously. "Do I look like Satan to you?"

Gabriel glanced over at him, the smirk in his eyes once more – Sam had never been so happy to see it. "With that face?" He reached up a hand, rubbing a thumb over Sam's brow. "Never."

And so what if he was the Devil? He's still cute, Gabriel reasoned, and he makes me feel happy and not like some creepy recluse.

Sam forgot for a moment why they were here, or what he was supposed to be saying. "Uhh…ahem. Well, if you're worried about the vision you could talk to my Dad…he's good with that kind of thing. He could get you help…"

"Don't you think I've already had 'help'?" he interrupted, using air quotes.

"I didn't mean that kind of help. I mean like…" he waved his arms around again, but seeing that it didn't get the point across, rephrased. "He knows a lot of other psychics, from his job…"

"Hold up. You think I'm psychic?" he said, before furrowing his brow in suspicion. "And anyway, I thought you said your Dad was a traveling salesman."

Sam looked away, grimacing. "Yeah, that's the other thing I need to talk to you about."

"Monsters? You…hunt monsters?"

Sam just nodded, playing with a loose thread on his shirt. "Yeah –"

"Like vampires? And…"

"Spirits…and stuff." He waved his hand around in a motion meant to symbolize everything that 'stuff' represented.

"Wow." Gabriel looked away for a second, passing a hand over his face. "Geez, and I thought I was the crazy one."

To be honest, that was exactly the reaction Sam had been expecting. He laughed a little. "I'm not crazy. Look," he said, rolling up the sleeve of his hoodie to a little over his elbow.

He pointed out a long white scar on the outer edge of his arm, just above the elbow. He nodded, maybe a little proudly. "Werewolf."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. Summer I was thirteen." Gabriel stroked a finger along it reverently.

"Not sure I believe you," he began, still gazing at the scar. "But ok, I'll go along with that." He grinned up at Sam. "You really are a man of mystery," he said with a smile.

Sam grasped Gabriel's hand again, twining their fingers together. Gabriel squeezed, before rubbing his thumb across their hands. "Why you?" Gabriel asked quietly, after a moment of silence. "I mean, why is it you who hunts these…things…and not someone else?"

Sam sighed, picking at a blade of grass with his free hand. "Believe me, I ask myself that same question every day."

Gabriel just looked at him, not expecting anything, not asking for anything. It was entirely up to Sam if he wanted to divulge more, and he chose honesty over silence.

"You know how I told you how my mom died?"

Gabriel nodded. "You told me it was a house fire. I guess that's not true."

"Almost not true," Sam corrected.

"Right."

He drew in a deep breath, relaxing a little when Gabriel rested head on his shoulder.

"You don't have to tell me, Sam," he said, after a few moments of silence. He turned, nuzzling into his shoulder. "I appreciate your honesty," he muttered, a hint of a smile in his voice.

With that, Gabriel tiled his head up and kissed him, amazingly soft and tender – barely a brush of lips. It was like their first kiss all over again; Sam hummed into it, having been worried that he would never feel it again.

He opened eagerly, letting Gabriel sweep his tongue inside, and leaning over him so he was pushed towards the ground. He ran a hand up his thigh, and Gabriel grasped his neck with both hands.

He let go of Gabriel's mouth for a moment, for favor of little nips along his jawline and kisses on his neck. With every one, Gabriel let out a little hum of contentment. Soon, though, he stopped Sam, a hand in his hair to pull him away, when he sneakily undid the top button on his shirt.

"We'll get done for public indecency," he muttered, carding his hand through Sam's hair. "Or someone will catch us skipping school."

"Oh, no, didn't you hear?" Sam said, smiling and giving him another kiss. "The principal gave us the day off, so I could make out with my…gorgeous…Gabe," he said, brushing his nose against Gabriel's with every word.

He laughed, but it was smothered by another kiss. "You think I'm gorgeous?"

"The gorgeousest."

Gabriel chuckled, running a hand along the back of Sam's neck, dipping beneath his shirt collar for a brief second. Sam grinned down at him, bangs having fallen down in front of his eyes. They just stared at each other for a long moment, before Gabriel spoke.

"You're kinda like Superman," he mused, that look in his eyes that he got whenever he was going off on a tangent. "You know, like a hero in disguise."

Sam burst out laughing, falling to press his forehead onto the ground next to Gabriel's head. "What?" Gabriel asked, unable to stop himself laughing along with him.

"I suppose…you could look at it that way." He bit his lip to stop more laughter coming out, though his chest still shook with it.

"What, so if I…ripped your shirt off, I'd find the superhero outfit underneath?" Gabriel asked, trailing a hand down the centre of Sam's chest and smirking. Sam leaned down and kissed him, slow and messy, unabashedly thrusting his tongue into Gabriel's mouth. Sam groaned when he felt Gabriel's teeth pull at his bottom lip.

When he pulled away, Sam muttered into his lips, eyes burning: "Want to find out?"

With a Cheshire cat grin, Gabriel redid the top button of his shirt. "Like I said Sam…public indecency." He stroked Sam's hair away from his face and behind his ear. "But we can go back to my house," he tempted, turning his head to the side.

"…Parents?"

"At work."

"Anna?"

"At school."

There was a pause, and Sam smiled.

"…Let's go."