A/N: Hey guys! Long time no see? Don't kill me, please! Er, so, yeah, there's a timeskip between the last chapter and this. Four weeks. Ugh. I'm sorry. I'm a horrible writer. I'm with Chuck on this one, writing is hard. Big thank yous to HattieHat13, Bitblondetoday and Devy72699 for reviewing! (Oh and also my dear sister fangirlaniknowit. I will tell Sasuke though. I will.) Now, I'll leave you to it. Please do review, because reviews make me guilty about not updating very often, and guilt is the best antidote for procrastination! Reviewers will also gain a free sock. Not a pair of socks though. I'm not rich.

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The days went on, and the Winchester brothers settled into their new town. The crowd at the lunch table differed from day to day, but the core remained the same. Everything seemed to be good.

Though, Lucifer kept pestering Sam at every chance he got. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing; Lucifer played reasonably nice and didn't do more than demanding Sam's attention by poking or whining.

Sam had consulted Gabriel about the whole thing, and had gotten the advice to just ignore the senior and wait it out. However, after having countless study sessions ruined by the elder boy, Sam's patience was wearing a bit thin.

"Shut up!" he finally snapped one day in the library, turning to the other boy, who was currently lying on his back on the table in front of the Winchester, complaining about being bored.

Lucifer's mouth snapped shut immediately and he sat up swiftly.

"He said shut up to me!" he half whispered, seemingly to no one, in a mock-hurt voice.

"Look, Lucifer, I have already told you that I'm not joining your little gang, so why do you keep bothering me?"

The senior tilted his head to the side, grinning deviously.

"I've got nothing better to do." He paused and leaned closer to the other boy. "Plus, you're not half-bad to look at."

He just kept grinning at Sam's shocked expression, before standing up and stretching a little.

"I need to go, but I'll be back." He stated with a wink before leaving the freshman alone.

That was how Gabriel found him, just a minute or two later. He was still staring at the place where Lucifer had been, and he didn't even notice when Gabriel started speaking.

"Hellooo? Earth to Sammy! You in there?" Sam simply blinked when Gabriel snapped his fingers in front of his eyes.

"Did he just…" The younger boy trailed off.

"Huh?"

"Did he just… Come on to me?"

Gabriel stared at Sam, who still had his eyes glued at the same place, with one of his eyebrows raised. He glanced over at where the freshman was staring for a second before returning his gaze to the other boy.

"…What?" When Sam didn't answer, Gabriel sighed, just a bit overdramatically, and snapped his fingers in front of Sam's face multiple times. This time, he did get a reaction.

"W-what?" Sam looked a bit disorientated for a while before his eyes settled on Gabriel. "Oh, uh, hey Gabe."

"Don't 'hey' me!" Gabriel was a bit annoyed, he didn't particularly like being ignored. "Anyway, who did what exactly?"

When Sam only looked at him, confused, Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"You said someone hit on you." Sam looked confused for another second before something clicked in his head, and a blush started growing on his face.

"Oh."

"Now, tell me who did it and what happened."

"Well…" Sam paused and frowned a little before continuing. "Lucifer was bothering me, and I asked him why, and… He said I wasn't half-bad to look at."

Gabriel watched the other boy for a while before bursting out in laughter, and this made Sam blush even more.

When Gabriel calmed down, he smirked slightly at the other boy, who was feeling slightly stupid at the moment.

"Look, kiddo, don't take it too seriously. Lucy would screw anything that moves." Sam nodded, still blushing and just a bit disappointed. That practically meant that Gabe didn't think he looked any better than average, right? Not that he'd care, if that was the case. He most certainly wouldn't.

Sam forced himself to calm down and his blush gradually disappeared.

"Now, I'm not saying it's not true, but you should probably stay away from him." Sam's blush was back full force by those words, and Gabriel simply grinned at him. "As I said, he'd screw anyone, but only one or two times. He's not one for commitment."

Sam nodded, still blushing. He didn't really know when, but sometime during the four weeks since he'd met Gabriel, he'd developed a crush on the older boy. It was a stupid crush, and Sam knew that. Gabriel was two years older than him, and Sam knew that a lot of girls thought he was good looking, be he just couldn't help himself. He couldn't help but notice how Gabriel's grins seemed to light up the room and his laughter unleashed butterflies in Sams stomach.

"Anyway," Gabriel said, "I'm gonna go find Dean. Jo said he'd probably be with Cas somewhere."

That was another thing that had happened during the past month. Dean and Castiel had almost become inseparable. It was a bit weird how they got along so well despite being so different from each other. And, for anyone who spent at least a few minutes with the two could see how much they actually liked each other. Everyone could see it, except for the two of them. They stayed as oblivious as ever. It was funny for the most of the time, but it could get rather annoying.

"I'll see you around, Samsquatch." With that, Gabriel left the library.

"Cas!" At the mention of his name - or nickname - Castiel spun around, and a small smile came to his lips when he saw Dean almost running towards him.

"Hello, Dean." He stated when the older boy came to a stop in front of him. Dean grinned and slung an arm around Cas' shoulders, turning him and leading him towards the place where he was already heading.

"So..." Dean then began and Cas looked up at him. The older boy cleared his throat and the faintest blush tinted his cheeks. "My parents are out of town the weekend after the next."

"I've already told you Dean, I'm not going to any parties, even if they're hosted by you." Dean feigned a hurt look but grinned again after just a second.

"I know that, Cas. I wasn't planning a party either. I was just..." Dean hesitated for a heartbeat. Why was this so hard for him? It was a totally normal thing to do! "I was just wondering if you wanted to stay over?"

Castiel smiled slightly and his cheeks turned an almost unnoticeable tone of pink as well.

"I would love to." He responded and Dean grinned once again.

"Awesome!" The older boy said before remembering something that he had thought about for a while now. "Hey, your siblings are all named after angels, right?"

"That is correct?" Castiel answered, frowning slightly, and his tone asked why that was relevant to anything.

"I've never heard of an angel called Castiel before." Castiels frown was replaced by a shy smile.

"It's a different spelling of Cassiel, or Kafziel. My parents changed it." He said, and his blush had grown stronger. Dean hummed, smiling.

"My own little angel." When Cas' blush deepened even more, Dean decided that it suited him. With the blush and his constant bed hair - that almost could be described as sex hair but Dean wasn't going to describe it like that because he was straight damn it - Cas looked both cute and hot on the same time - Dean briefly wondered how anyone could manage that - and Dean almost wanted to kis- NO!

Dean cut of his own thoughts. There were a lot of things wrong with the ramble which had just gone through his head. First of all, he was straight. He was not going to kiss another guy. Second of all he did not think that Castiel was cute, and even less that he was hot. And third, did he just call Cas his? No, that was a joke. Right. Right?

Dean's head was starting to hurt from his own thoughts, so he almost felt relieved when he heard Gabriel's voice calling him from behind them and he removed his arm from Cas' shoulders before they both spun around and waited for the short boy to catch up with them.

"Finally! I've been looking for you everywhere, Dean-o! I need to borrow your history textbook. I forgot mine at home, and Mr. Walker's gonna skin me alive if I show up without one again."

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine."

The three of them made their way to Dean's locker and Dean handed Gabriel the textbook. After that, the short boy rushed away, leaving the other two alone again, and they resumed their walking.