A/N-Hello there! So I know i kinda left you with a crap ending, but hey! It was pretty late where I live and I didn't want to end up with like a 10,000 word chapter or something(that's an exaggeration... I don't think I've ever even written anything that long in my life)

Whatever. Enjoy this chapter!

-_-Dean's POV-_-

"Boys! Dinner!" Dean and Cas heard a voice call from downstairs. Thank God... I was starting to get extremely bored... Why isn't Science interesting?! Dean wondered, standing and stretching his tired limbs.

The two of them had tried to listen to their brothers, they really had, but it just wasn't going to happen. Sam and Gabe had the music on too loud for them to hear more than little tidbits. 'Together', 'wimp', 'Christmas', 'move', and 'magic' were zero help in Dean trying to figure out their conversation.

Dean held his hand out to Cas to help the blue-eyed boy up. The two went downstairs and saw they were the last to come down. Ellen had made lasagna. She makes the best lasagnas. Sam and Gabe were sitting close... Almost too close... And were giggling. Whether at Dean and Cas or at something one said, the world may never know. Jo was across from them and smirking at the un-platonicness of the two friends. Dean and Cas sat next to Jo, and Dean realized he hadn't let go of Cas' hand and quickly jerked away, gracefully hitting his hand under the table. He winced and hissed, rubbing his hand where it had been struck.

Ellen brought the pan of lasagna out of the kitchen, and Bobby followed, bringing plates and silverware. They sat next to each other at the head of the table, holding hands.

"So, Castiel, have you heard from your father?" Bobby's voice sounded almost...empty. And his smile didn't look very real.

Oh no... I bet he found us. No! Please! I don't want Cas to go back to him. That fear in his eyes... The way he trembled that night... God, please, no, Cas can't go back. He doesn't deserve it.

"No." Cas smiled convincingly, "He hasn't called yet, but he told us before we-I mean he-left that he'd call soon." He went red at the mistake. Dean almost wanted to reach across to his hand and hold it tight.

No. He is your friend. You can't be thinking like that. Shame. Dean scolded himself, frowning in frustration.

Suddenly, Sam and Gabe burst into giggles across the table.

"What?" Cas questioned, tilting his head in confusion.

"Just thinking about a deal we made." Sam wheezed, Gabe nodding.

"Oohh. I'm curious now... What was the deal?" Dean butted in, smiling menacingly.

Gabe smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know."

"Relax, Dean. I bet it was regarding the feelings they harbour towards one another." Cas smiled as the other two sputtered for an answer.

"Sorry, what? That is not what I meant at all!" Sam answered, indignantly, "I was talking about how-" Gabe cut him off by clamping a hand over the Winchester's mouth.

"Hush, Sammy, we musn't reveal our secrets... Not yet, anyway."

The younger boy nodded, realizing what he had almost said, and the golden-haired boy sighed in relief, dropping his hand and sitting back down.

It was silent for a while after that, the only sounds being the clang of metal against glass and the occasional whisper passed between Ellen and Bobby.

-_-Sam's POV-_-

After dinner was over, Sam walked quickly up the staircase and into his room. He could sense Gabriel's presence behind him and left the door open. The tall Winchester flopped onto his bed, hearing the door close as he did.

"Sorry I almost told Destiel our plan." Sam said, voice muffled by his bed.

"It's fine. I'm more concerned about what Sir Cassie said." Sam felt the bed dip as Gabe sat beside him.

"But we can just ignore that... Right?" I mean, there is no way my friend feels the same as me, so there is no need to address it, right? Unless... No, Sam! Friends don't normally feel that way about one another!

"Er... Well..." Sam lifted himself up on his elbow and looked to his friend, who seemed flustered, which was a first.

"What? You'll feel better if you say it." Sam advised, refraining from reaching out and pulling the angelic boy into a hug and never letting go.

"Well... There may be a little bit of truth to what my brother said..."

Sam stared up at the other boy, shocked. No. He's lying. I don't believe you! Why would you pull such a rude prank on me? What the hell, Gabriel?! That isn't funny! Don't you know it is rude to toy with other people's emotions!

Gabe looked away, his face red. Sam thought he could see tears forming in the beautiful golden eyes of the boy whom was his friend and crush. In his surprise, Sam had forgotten to actually speak. Gabriel stood up, and lunged for the door, muttering "Forget it. I didn't mean it."

Sam grabbed his wrist and pulled him around so they were hugging, and looked into the pools of gold.

"Gabriel... Do you mean it?" Sam asked, doubtful and scared.

"Of course, Sammy."

"Then say it..."

"Sammy... I think I love you."

A/N- HAHAHAHHahahahhahahaahahhahahahahahah CLIFFHANGER!

Hope you liked it cause that's the end of the story

Just kidding. I'll upload more later, but I seriously hope you've enjoyed me leaving it on a cliffhanger. I'm not sorry.

Well. Bye!

-Kittygirl