WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS GABRIEL/SABRIEL (SAM/GABRIEL) CENTRIC. IF YOU DO NOT SHIP THESE TWO, YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER. THE STORY WILL CONTINUE REGARDLESS.

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Gabriel Novak could be summarized in three words: brother, jokester, and player. From the formative age of 12, he had known that he wasn't worth much, especially to his older brothers. When Mike, Luke, and Raph had their massive argument, Gabriel had wanted nothing more than to run.

So he did, and he took Anna and Cas with him.

Now, as a 28-year-old drifter, he found that he liked the energy that Harvelle's Roadhouse exuded. Not because he particularly enjoyed drinking, but because he loved gambling and watching his victims walk away with their tails between their legs.

And, with that in mind, he had a score to settle with a certain Dean Winchester.

The mechanic was seated just where he'd been the last few nights, but without any alcohol in sight. Gabriel took note of that and put it in the back of his mind.

Gabriel strode right up to Dean's back and tapped him on the shoulder. Dean turned, and his eyebrows raised at Gabriel.

"You owe me a rematch." Gabriel said without preamble.

"Excuse me?" Dean asked.

"You heard me, handsome. You hustled the wrong guy the other night."

Dean gave Gabriel a long look, and then said,

"And if I don't?"

Gabriel reached into his pocket and produced a thick stack of bills.

"Trust me, you do. I'm betting you my entire paycheck that I can beat you in a fair game of pool."

The crowd in the Roadhouse had gone quiet, watching the two men stare each other down.

"Fine." Dean stood and that was when the sasquatch (at least from Gabriel's perspective) that Gabe had seen the night before spoke up.

"Dean, are you sure about this?"

"It's fine. I can take this punk." Dean jerked his chin at Gabe.

Gabe grinned.

Dean walked over to the billiard tables with casual confidence, something that in any other circumstance, Gabriel might admire.

Before joining the bow-legged fellow, Gabe leaned over the bar and signaled for one of the two blond bartenders. Her nametag read "Jo", and Gabe found he liked that. Short and simple.

"Who was that tall, dark, and scrumptious one?" Gabe asked her.

Jo raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"His name's Sam. He's Dean's younger brother." Jo informed him.

"Huh." Gabriel said appreciatively. "Clearly the more handsome of the two."

"What's your point?" Jo asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'd like to climb him like a tree." Gabe said, and the action that followed both shocked and amazed him.

Jo grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and brought them nose to nose.

"You hurt him, fuckboy, and I'll make your life a living hell." Then Jo smirked. "Never mind what Dean would do."

Gabe saluted.

"Only pain will be of the pleasurable variety. Scout's honor." Gabriel said, and Jo carefully let him go, making a face at the innuendo.

Gabe went over to the two Winchesters and began his game with Dean, making sure Sam was watching as he bent over the table to shoot.

If Sam noticed, he made no expression to show it.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

"Jess," Jo gestured for the kitchen, and the two women ducked inside, glancing around to make sure Ellen wasn't around in that moment.

"That guy, Gabriel? He's into Sam." Jo told her friend. "Are you…okay with that?"

Jess bit her lip.

"I broke up with him, Jo." Jess said after a moment's hesitation. "If he can find happiness with someone else, even someone of his own gender, then I'm happy for him."

Jo watched her friend as Jess started to pick at her fingers.

"But…you were going to marry him." Jo said.

"And now I'm not." Jess answered, shoving her fingers into the pockets of her khaki pants.

"You know Gabriel's a player, right?" Jo tried again, her tone gentler as she took in her friend's discomfort.

"Everyone knows that Gabriel Novak is a player, Jo." Jess said, heading towards the door. "But I lost the right to question Sam's choice in bedmate six months ago."

"If you're sure." Jo said. Jess nodded once, and the two girls went back out onto the floor.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Dean blustered, unable to believe the sight before him.

Gabriel had beaten him.

Fair and square, he might add, though he never thought of hustling as "unfair", just "unlucky" to those who lost.

"'Fraid not, pretty boy." Gabe said, grinning victoriously. "Now hand over that sweet moola."

Dean grumbled, but took out his wallet and presented Gabriel with the money he owed. Gabriel slipped in into the stack he already had and fanned the money under his own nose. "Ah, the glorious smell of victory."

"Whatever." Dean said, going back to the bar in a huff.

Gabriel took this chance to talk to Sam.

"Bit of a drama queen, isn't he?" he asked the long-haired beauty.

"He's been through a lot." Sam said. "Can I help you?" he added, noticing the distance – or lack thereof – between them.

"Maybe." Gabriel smiled, his eyes twinkling. "How about buying me a drink to celebrate my win?"

Sam let out a surprised guffaw.

"You're not serious." He said. "You want me to buy you a drink to celebrate you beating my brother in pool?"

"I promise I'm not a picky guy." Gabriel replied. "It shouldn't cost you too much."

Sam scoffed.

"I'll pass." He said, and Gabriel's mouth dropped open.

He wasn't acting.

He was actually shocked that Sam had said no.

The shocked 'o' quickly became a mischievous smirk.

Challenge accepted.

A/N: Two updates in one day? What the heck?

It's amazing how having an outline makes this whole writing thing easier. Who knew? xD

Quick shoutout to Kittyblack for their support! It means more than you know. I hope you enjoyed the Sabriel goodness in this chapter; and believe me there will be more to come.

I'm having a blast working on this story, so much so that as soon as this one is posted, I'm going to start on Chapter 4!

(Though, since that one is more plot-based, I doubt it's going to be out tonight, haha.)

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-Charmy