AN. You know what? There's someone I really love, because they keep reading this. Wanna know who? Read the first line. No joke, I love you guys for reading this.

I'm incredibly sorry that my chapters are so short. I'm still getting used to writing these characters. Plus, I've never done a chapter fic before! It's all very exciting for me. Anyways, I'l stop talking - err, typing - now, and let you get on with the story. c:


When Sam returned, he wore a pair of black shorts and a loose grey tee. Gabriel was making up some story that included grand hand gestures – either that or he just enjoyed flinging his arms around when he spoke. The shorter boy looked up as Sam arrived, a grin plastered to his face.

"Sammy boy!" The blond greeted cheerily, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was clearly checking him out. Sam shifted uncomfortably, feeling his cheeks burn.

"So, I was just saying how you got lost and didn't know where you were then I, your knight in shining armour, swooped in and saved the day." He continued, and Sam was surprised his face hadn't split from how wide he was smiling.

"Yeah, because that's totally what happened, Gabriel." He snorted, receiving a huff from the pocket sized boy.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Gabriel drawled, rolling his eyes as he made to walk past him. As the boy reached Sam's side, he leant up on his tiptoes and whispered, "Nice ass, by the way." Sam made a strangled choking nose, turning his head to glare at Gabriel – though most of the effect was lost due to the blush spreading on his cheeks. Gabriel just smirked and strutted away to join the rest of the class, who were in the middle of a game of dodge ball. Slowly, Sam followed him over, leaning against the wall of the gymnasium. Dodge ball had never really been his thing. It was hard to dodge when you were his size.

After about five minutes of just watching the others play, Gabriel headed over to him; face red and forehead beaded with sweat.

"You not playing, Sammy?" He panted, scrunching up his face.

"Dodge ball isn't really my thing." Sam shrugged. "And, Gabriel? It's Sam. Not Sammy, Samsquatch or anything else. Just Sam."

"So, Sam. Do you like green eggs and ham?" Gabriel grinned, backing back into the game. "You have fun watching a class of boys get all hot and sweaty, Sammy. Who am I to judge? If that's what does it for you, then, I ain't gonna stop you."

"I hate you." Sam groaned, face flushing bright red. Despite this, he still stayed leaning against the wall, observing the game. He watched as Gabriel dodged the ball with ease – catching it even seemed to be even easier – and tossed it at members of the opposing team. He watched the way his brow furrowed in concentration just before he threw and, honestly, Sam found it made him even more attractive. And you, Sam, should not be thinking about that because you only just met the guy. Of course, every time Sam's mind strayed to that subject, his cheeks would turn a rather alarming shade of red. And, of course, Gabriel would always pick up on this and do something to make Sam blush even harder – be it a suggestive wink, or a few times he even licked his lips whilst making eye contact with him. And, if that wasn't hot, Sam didn't know what was.

The game was over pretty quickly – too quickly in Sam's opinion – and the boys made their way to the changing rooms like a flock of sheep. A very loud and perverted flock of sheep, that is. Despite Sam's efforts to avoid him, the youngest Winchester found Gabriel glued to his side from the very second they left the gymnasium, and all the way to the changing rooms – and even in the changing rooms he was reluctant to leave Sam to go to his own locker, which Sam found sweet; but would never admit if you asked him.


Gabriel didn't know why he was being so protective of Sam. He was just another kid in this hellhole of a school. One more person to protect Cas from. But, he still felt the need to look after Sam. It wasn't as if he liked the kid. He flirted with anything that moved. He just felt compelled to look after Sam. He would also never admit it, but he happened to find the taller boy insanely attractive.

Sighing, Gabriel tugged off his shirt, casting a glance over to Sam; finding himself rather disappointed when he saw that he was, in fact, not shirtless. Shaking that mental image out of his head, the blonde hastily got changed out of his PE stuff and closed over his locker. He turned to look at Sam again and saw him doing the same, whilst casting nervous glances around the locker room. Gabriel strutted up to him, plastering on that flirtatious grin.

"Come on, Sammy boy." He grinned, running a hand through his hair lazily. "What you got next?"

"French." Sam grimaced. Gabriel let out a low whistle, shaking his head in mock pity.

"You poor, poor kid." He sighed, patting his shoulder. (It was as high as he could reach.) "Come on, I'll walk you. I don't think I'm going to bother going to Psychology class."

Sam did a double take, "Wait – you're ditching?"

"Yeah, what of it?" Gabriel asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Nothing, nothing. You just didn't seem like the type." Sam explained sheepishly.

"Well, I'd invite you to join me, but we wouldn't want to make a bad impression on your first day."

"Screw impressions. It's not as if I'm going to be here long." Gabriel tilted his head, though a part of him was actually upset at this statement. Sam wouldn't be staying long?

"My dad works with an airline company." Sam shrugged. "We don't stay in one place for very long."

"Doesn't that mean you constantly have to leave friends and stuff behind?" Gabriel frowned.

"I'm used to it, Gabe. It's no biggie. There are usually no friends to leave behind."

"Shit, Sam I-" Sam cut him off.

"Gabriel I swear to god I will break your nose if you tell me you're sorry." Sam deadpanned, glaring. "Now are we skipping class or what?"

"Right, yeah." Gabriel nodded, blushing slightly. "Come on, I know a place no one but my brothers look."

"Lead the way, oh mighty Gabriel." Sam drawled, gesturing for him to go. With that, the two boys set off – Gabriel leading – and slipped out one of the side doors, which Gabriel informed him was the only one without working cameras but if he told anyone that his life would be over, as the school still hadn't worked out it was him that was responsible for that.


AN. A slightly longer chapter this time. I hope you guys like it. :3