This Can't Be Love

by ilovecatz44

(This is a high school AU for sabriel that I'm writing, and well it probably isn't good. But if you want, give it a try. Read author's note before story please.) Gabriel is a bullied openly gay student at his high school, Sam is the quarterback on the football team and with a chance meeting in the locker room, they become friends pretty fast... (or maybe more) M in later chapters.

2. Chapter 2

This Can't Be Love: Chapter 2

After another slow and rough practice, Sam headed to the showers provided in the back of the locker room, stripped and climbed into one of the stalls while the others followed in his actions. It wasn't until five minutes later that the boys in the stalls near him started talking.

"That fag better not show his face in here again-"

"Yeah unless he wants to get his ass kicked."

"Frickin' pervert-"

Sam groaned, finally having enough of this conversation, "Could you losers shut up? I'm sure he's not coming back, and if you're worried about him trying to snag a look of you in the shower, don't worry, because you have nothing to look at."

"And how would you know Sam?"

"'Cause you're obviously a girl-"

"You wanna fight Sam? 'Cause you're really pissing me off." The teen a stall over spat back.

"Sorry, but I don't hit women."

That was the last straw for the linebacker, he reached one hand over the low wall diving the stalls and grabbed Sam by the nape of the neck, slamming his head into the tile wall.

The quarterback stumbled backwards before regaining balance and spitting out blood on the floor, "You really shouldn't have done that Jerry-" Sam growled, before reaching his hand over and gripping the smaller teen's neck. "You know better than to mess with me. And by the way-" Sam leaned over the wall to whisper, "You fight like a girl too." Sam then threw the linebacker to the floor.

Jerry's head slammed into the tile wall as he slowly slipped onto the wet floor, wet hair hanging in his face. He groaned from his place on the tile, nursing the back of his head with his hand.

Sam sneered and slipped out of the shower, drying his rather lengthy brown hair and body. He then proceeded to toss his towel onto the hook provided and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt.

Once out of the locker room, Sam took out his cellphone, scanning through his contacts until his eyes finally found Gabe's number, he smiled and hit enter on his phone.

*Ring *

*Ring *

*Ring *

Gabe then finally picked up, "Hiya Sammy boy. You done with those assholes already?"

Sam laughed, "Actually practice is over, just ended not too long ago. I'm already at the classroom, so come on and head over to Havard's."

"Sure thing, I'm on my way."

Not more than five minutes later of sitting in the silent and empty halls, Gabriel made his appearance, saddlebag swung over his shoulder and lollipop in mouth.

"Woah Sam, must've been a rough practice..."

"What are you talking about? It wasn't much different than any other day's."

"So you always come home looking like you've been mugged?"

"I don't know what you're talking about-"

Gabriel reached his hand up to point at a large back an blue mark that had formed on left side of his temple. "I'm talking about the large bruise that's on the left side of your head Moose- Did you not notice that? 'Cause it's kinda hard to miss."

Sam reached his hand up to graze over the now tender skin, wincing as his hand made contact. "Oh, yeah, that must've happened during practice..."

"You don't seem so sure."

"It's nothing... just a fight. Those jackasses are pissy."

"What was it about? Must've been serious if you're banged up this bad-"

"It's nothing Gabe."

"If you say so gigantor, want some M&M's? Might help." The blonde reached into his pocket to reveal half a dozen packages of M&M's in his jean pockets.

"Damn Gabriel, your pockets must be the second entrance to Narnia to be able to hold all of those. Why do you even have that many?"

"You can never have enough chocolate Sam, that is the first and only lesson in life." Gabriel then tossed him a bag, which Sam caught horribly, which evoked a snicker from the blonde.

"Thanks." Sam laughed, "But be careful about how many of those you eat- don't wanna get fat do you?"

"Pssh, I don't get fat. Like I said I'm magic. Now are you going to eat your candy or not?"

Sam then opened the bag of M&M's carefully, so that they wouldn't spill everywhere. Both started to walk not to soon after, legs moving in time with each other. After five series of twisting halls, they had finally made it to the parking lot.

"Where ya parked Sam?"

"Over in the back, just follow me."

"Did you seriously have to park that far away. Too much work."

Sam turned to Gabriel and laughed, "If you're going to eat all of that candy, you need some form of exercise Gabe."

Gabriel just huffed and followed Sam into the parking lot, "By the way, what's up with the whole you calling me 'Gabe' thing? When did that start?"

"It's just a nickname, just like how you call me 'Sammy'."

"Ahh, I see." a few seconds later, Gabriel piped in again, "How much longer is until we get to your car Moose? I didn't even know anyone parked all the way out here-"

"Oh hush Gabe, it's in the next row."

"God bless." Gabriel muttered and followed Sam to his car. He had never paid much attention to the car before, seeing as the last time he was in it, he was struggling to breathe properly when the hit speed bumps or potholes. But seeing it now, it was a pretty nice car. The car was a sleek black, model '67 Impala, in almost perfect condition.

"Nice ride Sammy."

"You've seen it before, but yeah. It's been passed down through my family. From my father, to my older brother Dean and now to me. Dean is out of high school now, four years older than me. It was pretty hard for him to part with this thing, he claimed it was his "Baby". But in the end he gave it up to me. Pretty nice isn't it?"

"Yep. Now let's hop in."

Sam unlocked the car and slid into the passenger seat, tucking the key into the ignition. Gabriel placed himself into the passenger seat and finished his lollipop. He threw the stick out the door and reached into his pocket for a bag on M&M's.

Sam glanced over and smiled at the blonde, pulling his seat belt over his torso to lock in place by his hip. "Buckle up Gabe, and be careful not to spill those."

Gabriel rolled his eyes, "Calm you tits Sam, I'm not going to ruin your car. And no can do. I do not like seat belts at the moment."

"It wasn't a suggestion Gabe, I'm not moving this car until you buckle your seat belt."

"Woah there, when did you become a safety freak? Gosh Sam, exercise AND seat belts? You're going to be the death of me."

"It's illegal Gabriel. I'm not getting in trouble 'cause you don't feel like wearing a seat belt."

"Have you forgotten my predicament already Sam? If you will recall, I have around three cracked ribs, STILL healing might I add. The pressure of a seat belt across my chest if you make a sudden stop will hurt like hell. So no. I will not put that death trap on."

Sam glared at Gabriel, realizing that the teen was not going to comply, then huffed and turned the key, starting the car.

Ten minutes into the drive, Gabriel piped up in effort to clear the silence, "So what's your house like Sam?"

"Eh, nothing special. About the size of yours. It's actually pretty new. I'd like this to just stay a secret but, in all honesty, this is the first house I've lived in."

This made Gabriel turn his gaze from the window to Sam, "What do you mean first house? Where else would you have been living?"

"Well our dad's work took him around the country, so every other week we would be in a new hotel. Sometimes if we were lucky, dad would send us to go stay with one of his old friends in business, Bobby. Although that was rare 'cause dad didn't like having to drive or fly back to get us for his next job."

"Why didn't you just stay home with your mom or something? Or grandparents? Or any relative for that matter?"

"Well first, my mother died. She died when I was only six months old in a house fire. The cops believed someone set it intentionally, and after that my dad was never the same. He didn't like us not being with him, he didn't trust us in anyone else's care except for Bobby's. And as for relatives, he couldn't because all of ours are dead. The Winchester family is pretty small now."

"Oh... I'm sorry to bring it up-"

"Oh no you're fine- she died long ago. So Gabe, how about your parents?"

"Weeellllll, technically, I don't know my parents. I was actually adopted."

"Oh- that must not be easy."

"No, it's actually pretty nice. My adoptive parents are great. Chuck and Becky adopted me when I was really young so I don't have much of a memory before that. They also adopted my brother not too long ago, his name is Castiel, ya know, the quiet freshman? We adopted him about a year ago and he still hasn't warmed up to us that much. The poor kid is new to this whole 'adopting' thing, his parents died in a car accident, and like you, he has no relatives."

"That must be really hard on him, I don't know what I'd do without Dean, Dad or Bobby..."

"Yeah, that's why we're giving him time to take it all in. We don't bother him much, he's a good kid though."

"Poor kid..."

"Yeah... Sooooo anyways, let's get out of the depressing mood eh? Who's this Jess girl?~ Someone special?" Gabe laughed and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Nah, we've gotten to be good friends through this school year, she's practically my sister now ya know?"

"Yeah yeah I get it."

Sam then pulled into the driveway of a medium sized house, grass nice a green. Gabriel glanced up at the home, noting the large Australian Shepherd puppy barking and scratching up the window.

"Who's dog is that?"

"Oh, that's just Riot, he's mine. I forgot to ask, you're not allergic to dogs are you?"

"Nope, I love 'em."

"Good, 'cause he likes to jump and lick, and chew for that matter, so leave your valuables in the car okay?"

"Sure thing Sammy."

Gabriel carefully tucked a small bag from his pocket underneath the seat of the car and moved to open the door.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, just something important, and for that matter, personal. So no touchy Moose."

"Whatever you say."

Gabriel slipped out of the passenger seat, shutting the door. He then leaned against the car waiting for Sam to join him.

"I'm coming- sorry." Sam quickly shut the door and raced to stand beside Gabriel, both then walked their way up to the door.

Sam pulled a golden key from his pocket and fumbled with it until it was right side up, sliding it into the lock. As soon as the door was pushed open though, Riot pounced onto Gabriel, happily barking and wagging his tail.

"Holy shi-" Gabriel exclaimed as he stumbled backwards under the force. "Your dog is almost as big as you- c-could you please get it off?..." Gabriel coughed a bit as the dog clawed over his chest, adding painful pressure.

"Riot!" Sam grabbed the Shepherd by the collar and yanked him off, "Riot OFF!"

The dog's ears drooped and it cowered away from Sam's tone.

"I'm SO sorry- I did warn you though-"

Gabriel coughed but smiled, though wincing in pain, "No- It's completely fine. You did warn me about him. He's a playful little guy isn't he?"

"Yeah, he's only a year or two old."

"Seriously?... Maybe he really will be as big as you some day..."

Sam laughed but was cut off by a voice coming from the kitchen, "Sam? That you? Who's that?"

"Yeah it's me- this is Gabriel, he's a friend. Come in here-"

And with that, a man only slightly smaller than his brother entered the room, he came up just past his brother's shoulders. He had short cut blondish brown hair and he wore a necklace around his neck that he currently had tucked into his shirt. His face was almost like a super model's and his body was muscular looking under his tight fit T-shirt.

Dean turned to glance at his brother, noting the large bruise spread across his face, "Woah Sammy- that's quite the bruise you have there, how'd you get that?-"

Sam graoned, "Just a stupid fight I got into, it doesn't matter, I beat the hell out of the other guy."

Dean grinned, "That's my Sammy, break they're necks lil bro." Dean then turned to greet Gabriel.

"Hey Gabriel, how'd you and Sam meet, I've never heard of you before."

"We met in the locker room under chance circumstances..."

"Oh so you're a jock as well? A little small for football dontcha think?"

"I'm not on the football team..."

"What do you mean? Then why were you in the locker room?"

Sam piped in, noticing that the conversation was heading downhill fast, "It doesn't matter, we talked for a bit and got to know each other. He's a pretty cool guy."

Dean shrugged, "I guess that's a good enough explanation, but I want more details later."

Sam huffed and shoved his brother playfully, then guided Gabriel over to the couch in the living room. As he entered his eyes scanned the surroundings, it was a pretty simple house, not many decorations adorned the walls, and the ones that were up were simple framed photos from camping trips or vacations. None of the selection seemed posed or professionally made. The walls were a vanilla color with white borders along the floor and ceiling. The T.V. Was positioned in front of the coffee table that was placed before the couch. It consisted of a few coasters and scattered magazines, among those were a few additions of "Busty Asian Beauties" and various hunting magazines, this obviously arose some questions in the blonde, but he kept himself quiet. His eyes continued to make their way across the room, falling onto a set of what looked like hunting rifles hanging on the wall over his head, now he was sure Sam's family was the hunting type, and it was weird how little it showed in Sam.

Sam plopped himself on the couch next to his guest, "You like?"

"Yeah, not that bad Sammy. But I gotta ask, Busty Asian Beauties? Didn't take you for 'that' type of guy-"

Sam's eyes widened, "Those aren't mine- I swear oh god, are those out on the table again?- DEAN!-"

Gabriel laughed as the smaller of the two Winchesters came over to get his R rated magazines off the table.

"I am so sorry Gabe- my brother is kind of lazy and leaves all of his 'stuff' everywhere- and no I'm not that type of guy I swear."

Gabriel, still snickering, just raised his hand saying, "It's okay it's okay I believe you. Now where's this Jess character you were talking about?"

Sam opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the ring of he doorbell that echoed through the house. "And that would be her-"

The jock got off the couch and made his way over to the door, welcoming his friend into the house. The girl was gorgeous, she looked to be exactly Sam's type in fact. And the way she looked at the quarter back, you could tell she wanted to be more than just friends. Gabriel rolled his eyes and huffed silently, so it was going to be one of 'those' kinds of nights... great.