In bed that night I couldn't sleep because of the stifling heat. Or was it because my mind was racing with thoughts about Sam? I didn't know. He had seemed into me. Was I just imagining it? I couldnt have! I flopped onto my side. What if he wasn't interested in guys at all? He said he'd see me later, did that mean he wanted to hang out? Or he just needed more books? I was still in turmoil when I finally fell asleep.

I woke up with a start to my alarm clock blasting "Heat of the Moment" by Asia in my ear. I hated tuesdays. Blearily I got dressed and grunted a goodbye to Castiel who was still eating breakfast. He didn't have to leave for class for another hour. Lucky bastard. I walked the three blocks to The Bunker.

It was warming up already so I was grateful for the air conditioned building. I unlocked the door and the register. (I don't know why I bothered locking them, who would try to rob a bookstore?) Kali would be here soon so I didn't bother flipping the open sign, she could get it. As soon as I leaned back in the desk chair the bell chimed and she struted in smirking.

"Morning, sunshine." she practically trilled as she hopped to her usual perch on the counter. I squinted at her cautiously, she was way too cheery for a tuesday morning.

"Uh, hi Kali." I kicked my feet up and prepared for another boring, hot day.

"Looking forward to seeing your boyfriend, again?" Kali teased cruely. I blushed hard but tried to look uninterested.

"He's not my boyfriend Kali, I don't even know him." This was true but I was definitely planning on changing that.

"I see. And... You're not, interested?" She purred in her smooth accent, but I heard the malice.

"What do you want, Kali? You're taken. Last I checked, you're going out with Balder. I like the guy, sue me." I wasn't jealous, but if she tried to make a move, I wouldn't hesitate to commit homocide. She could be intimidating, but I was territorial. I glared at her, and she glared back.

"Fine. I was just going to warn you, his brother will hunt you down if you play any games. Don't say I didn't warn you." She hopped downand stalked off to wherever she spent all day avoiding her responsibilities.

So, Sam had an overprotective brother, I could deal with crazy family. I seriously doubt it could be crazier than mine. Being the youngest of four was't easy but you learn to deal. After Dad left when I was 10 and Mike was 17 things kind of went to hell. Lucifer was 16 and going through a phase and God knows what 14 year old Rapheal was going through. Mike took good care of us but he and Luci fought constantly. It only lasted a few years before Mike finally kicked him out. Last I heard he was in prison, but that was all Rapheal would tell me.

As soon as I turned 18 I packed up and ditched. Cas sometimes tells me if something happens like if one of our cousins gets married or has a kid but we rarely talk about the family. I sighed and leaned back in my chair. I wondered where my brothers were now. Opening a KitKat and tossing the wrapper I pondered what kind of job Mike had now, probably someone important.

Just then the door bell chimed and I stood. I tried to look around the bookshelves to see who it was, and most certainly not praying to every diety I knew of that it was Sam. And, no sooner did I think it than the man himself appear. In a tight tank top as a bonus! Damn. His arms and chest were toned to rival God. He looked like he had been running.

"Hey, Gabe." He panted leaning heavily on the counter.

"Heya Samsquatch, " I would literally never run out of nicknames for this kid.

"What's got you out in this weather, man?" I asked, concerned. I reached beneath the counter and opened the mini fridge, and passed him a cold water. He thanked me graciously and gulped down the drink. My mouth most definetly did not go dry watching his adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed.

"So..." he started, smiling like an overjoyed puppy. I couldn't not smile back.

"So? What'll you have kiddo?" I flashed my signature trickster smirk and tried not to look like a complete jackass. He smiled and looked behind me at our frankly impressive candy selection. He didn't even have to move becuase i was so short. It wasn't always easy being 5'10" but it has its perks.

Sucking in a breath and gathering my pathetic amount of courage up, "Actually," I started, "I was wondering if, uh, well, if you're not busy this weekend, and it's totally fine if you are, but, if you're not... do you want to um..."

I was burning up, I could feel it. He looked down at me again, his face completely unreadable. Crap! Was I being creepy? Too forward? Is he taken? What if he says no and never comes back?!

He wiped all the worries from my mind (and all other intelligent thought) when he smiled.

"Mr. Novak, are you asking me on a date?" He looked absolutley delighted. I could only smile and nod like I was slow.

"I would love to, actually." He said.

"Seriously?" I couldn't believe it! Oh my God! I laughed out loud. Whatever I did to deserve this I was glad I did.

"Awesome! Better than awesome. Pefect. Great." He picked up a free bookmark that we keep on the desk and wrote down his phone number.

"Cool, call me sometime. Can't wait." He handed me his number and winked at me before leaving (without buying anything). I stared at the strip of paper, grinning for all I was worth.