Okay sorry I haven't updated in a bit I hurt my wrist in soccer and it was a pain to type and then I also had to re-write this chapter many times before I was happy with it so I hope you like it. Wow this fic is getting really long. Please don't hate me. This is probably the most difficult thing I've ever writen.

Chapter 12 Gabe's P.O.V

I looped one arm around Sam's neck, pulling the taller bot closer to me.

He tugged gently at my bottom lip allowing me to start exploring his mouth, taking in the sweet taste of sugar mixed with the bitterness of whatever beer he had been drinking.

I pressed my body closer to his, running my tongue over his teeth as he smiles at our closeness.

"What the actual fuck!" I hear someone exclaim before I'm being pried away from Sam rather forcibly.

"Hey Dean-o, kinda busy here." I say to Dean who is looking positively livid.

Sam just let's out a small squeak of horror.

"Yeah I can see that. A bit to busy for my liking." Dean hisses as Sam turns bright red.

"Awwe come on Dean, Samsquatch like it." I reassure him.

Sam looks as if he might die of embarrassment.

Dean opens his mouth to spit back some not-so-witty retort when I cut him off.

"You know, word is, you and Cas have been getting pretty chummy tonight but I'm not trying to murder you with my glares or something. I could be a lot less accepting." I tell him with a shrug.

He opens and closes his mouth a few times before giving me yet another death glare and storming away.

"Siblings." I say with a shake of my head, leaning against the counter, looking up at Sam.

"Now where were we?" I say before stretching up on my tippy-toes to meet Sam's lips.

I loop my arm back around Sam's neck pulling him down to me feeling very grade 7 girlish.

Sam, starting to feel more comfortable with me, wraps his arms around my waist, playing with the hem of my shirt as he crushes his lips against mine.

I nip playfully at his bottom lip and he, completely catching me off guard, squeezes my ass before picking me up easily and placing me on the counter.

On the fucking counter!

Adorable little bastard.

At least we're the same height now.

Our tongues clash together and Sam grinds his hips into mine, snaking his fingers through my hair.

I let out a soft moan and scoot closer to Sam.

I wrap my legs around his waist, breaking away from him for a quick breath, and I place my head against the crook of his neck.

I can hear his heart hammering in his chest.

"God Sammy you're so adorable." I tell him and he let's out a shaky laugh.

I smile and tilt my head up, running my tongue over his bottom lip, as I grind my hips into his.

This elicits a groan from him and causes his hands to shake a little and his breath to hitch.

If I were still standing my knees would definitely have been weak.

I slip my hands into his back pockets and my thumbs wander to the waistband of his jeans.

There's the sound of shattering glass behind us and Sam, much to my dismay, turns to see what it is.

Seeing as Sam's cheeks go slightly red I'm guessing it's the return of Dean-o-saurus.

"Really Dean-o? I thought we established that if you could talk to my brother I could kiss yours?" I say to the hunched over figure of Dean who's set on the task of picking of his broken beer bottle.

"Yeah well I just came in here looking for Jo. Also I'm not the one grinding against your brother in a kitchen now am I?" He states with a hint of malice in his voice.

"I can see your point." I tell him imagining what I would do if I had found him in this position with Cas.

Let's just say it wasn't pretty.

"Fair enough. Wanna go watch a movie Sammy?" I ask untangling myself from him and jumping off the counter.

Sam just grabs my outstretched hand a bit confused as I lead him down the hall into the movie room, where a crowd of party-goers who are watching some movie, away from a smoldering Dean.

"Ooh Across the universe! I love this one!" I tell Sam excitedly and we position ourselves, Sam's legs draped over mine as I wind our fingers together, on the unoccupied loveseat at the edge of the large room lined with couches, loveseat, and super comfy chairs.

Halfway through the movie Sam repositions himself so that our legs are tangled together and we're both leaning against opposite ends of the couch, my hand resting on top of his.

He makes it through another 25 minutes of the movie before he passes out on the couch and curls up, one arm over the back of the couch and one falling to the floor.

He also uses me as a footstool.

After a while like this, me alternating watching the movie and watching Sam sleep (Not like some creepy teenage love stories I could mention), I also fall asleep.

Though before I pass out completely I can hear a couple whispered awwes and some pictures taken from the small group of fangirls we had gained throughout the week.