A/N: The characters of supernatural aren't mine

~Chapter One~

"I swear I wasn't THAT bad!"

Sam rolled his eyes at his fourteen year old that still seemed to think that he couldn't see through his innocent looks. Best of all though, he knew that the little cretin also knew that it was going to be the talk at the bar, especially when all the kids' parents also went there as well.

"Gabe, why do you have to insist to fight with people?" Sam just asked instead. He was already exhausted by the amount of time he had to work to scrape by with every cent possible. The least his son could do would behave and just learn in school. He pushed a plate of chicken fingers towards him and heaved back a sigh.

"I swear it was that rat!" Gabe continued rather boldly. He knew his father wouldn't believe him; he always took what the schools said over anything he tried to tell him. Something that Gabe really hated since almost everyone in the entire school didn't want him there.

"And I try to believe that you are trying your best but come on Gabe, I wasn't born yesterday," Sam continued with a silent glare, daring him to continue with his triad of what he supposedly wasn't at fault with. He knew he was being hard on his son but this was his boy, his baby and he meant the world to him. "All I'm trying to say that nobody accidentally starts their classmate's clothes on fire without doing something to actually cause it."

"I already told you I don't know how that happened," Gabe picked up, his amber, golden eyes flashing in frustration.

Why oh why did he have to look like Gabriel, Sam thought silently. It wasn't as clear when the kid was an infant and was too tiny to see which parent he was going to take after but now it was fast becoming a fact that he was going to take after Gabriel more and Sam hated that. At least he didn't seem to have an issue with height. Yet.

"I swear I didn't see that one coming," Gabe continued. "One minute I was angry because he threw a water balloon at me and I was already late for class-"

"See that's what you get for being late for class," Sam let out a grin at the very thought that even the kid's mannerisms slightly mimicked the parent he would never get to know. And to think how lots of parents always said the teenage years were the worst. He was now starting to see why.

"Details," Gabe mumbled and then spoke up after Sam narrowed his eyes. "Like I said, he threw a water balloon at me. I was mad and not thinking right. I wished he would burn in hell for all eternity and for some reason he just burst into some flames but only on his sleeve."

"Unfortunately," he added in a mumble.

Sam caught it though.

"Please Gabe; you know I don't ask you much. You got into this school on a scholarship so I am relieved that I don't have to pay for your school books or anything related to classes because you get really good grades but I am not sure you'll get the same benefits if you were suddenly going to public school. This should be an honor that this is something you could do on your own."

Gabe shook his head.

"If I were able to help by getting a job to support us as well-"

"Absolutely not!" Sam immediately interrupted. "School is your only worry so leave everything else to me. Why is it that you just can't be happy for what you have?"

Gabe went to open his mouth and shut it when he realized that he shouldn't go there. His father thought he didn't know and that was probably the way the man wanted it. Why couldn't he just for the sake of the both of them stop all the things he did under the table? Looking around, he noticed it wasn't really busy today and yet that still didn't help his thoughts. It didn't stop his dad from sacrificing his pride to get the much-needed money that they needed and yet he wouldn't let Gabe get a job. If only, but it wasn't something that his father would let up on in the near future anyways.

"I am happy with what we have," Gabe finally spoke up. He turned his head sideways when he saw what seemed to be a stranger at the corner of the bar. He was definitely new there and having known everyone in this small hanky town, he would have thought that strangers would be smart enough to avoid it. Turning back to his father, he began to reply when Sam held up his hand.

"You have five minutes to get home and then call me so that I know that you'll be fine," Sam instructed him. Gabe stared at him in astonishment although he routinely had to do that on a school night. Luckily Sam had talked the principal out of suspending him which didn't take much anyways since apparently Gabe was 'intelligent' enough. "No buts Gabriel Michael Vincent Wincaster!"

Gabe winced.

Of course he chose now to use his full name, confessional name included. Did he have to be a catholic in that sense though? Of course he had to do that too. His father never missed a day of mass or a single confession and that was saying something. Getting the guy to remember an important event wasn't easy in any way and reminders always had to be given but the guy and church were inseparable. Whatever it was didn't faze him at all. He was a firm believer that if there was a God then his father wouldn't have had to work a late night shift at a bar known to swarm with prostitutes. He also knew that if God was real, then his father wouldn't have had to go through the humiliation of giving his body for the exchange of money to further support the both of them.

"Fine but if I get mulled by a bear you'll have to work extra hard to pay for my funeral." Gabe got down from the stool anyways and Sam just gave him an amused glance.

"Don't forget to take out the trash, wash the dishes, and brush your teeth," Sam calmly reminded him as though it wasn't an everyday thing.

"After that you want me to clean the rest of the house spotless?" Gabe retorted, causing Sam to roll his eyes. "Seriously no matter how much you clean the dump, it'll never be truly clean."

"Alas my son," Sam replied sarcastically. "Sarcasm meet Gabe Wincaster. Gabe Wincaster, you know sarcasm, you use it every day!"

"Hey now, you act like I'm becoming you," Gabe joked causing Sam to look at him oddly.

He shook his head and shooed Gabe towards the door before adding, "If anything and with that mouth you act like someone I used to know. When I say someone I used to know, I mean someone who knew how to use sarcasm down to the finest design. I thought he was the king of sarcasm but give it a few years and you'll be the new king. You already were crowned king to the pain of my ass."

"Now that hurts somewhere deep," Gabe remarked but at Sam's look he finally took the hint.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out," Sam called as Gabe was leaving. Gabe turned and gave an all-around grin, his eyes lighting up at the very idea that they were playing for the final words today. Sometimes they did that and sometimes his father was so annoyed with him that he refused to even acknowledge a good-bye before Gabe went home for the school night.

"Why it's almost as though you thought I would simply be walking out of this door with a purpose."

"Gabe-"

"Yeah that's right. Now who's got the last word in," He called behind him before his father could even finish. Childish as it was, it was funny to see him get a hint at the frustration that Gabe felt every day when thinking of what his father submitted himself too.

Sam sighed but just cradled his head in his hands at the thought of his son proving how much of a pain in the ass he was being. Typically his normal self, basically. He didn't regret a single thing though. Sure he had to work harder because apparently Sam Wincaster never even finished high school like Sam Winchester did and in stripping himself of that name, he had to fight to do everything right. Hacking into various things could get him caught and he didn't want that. He didn't want anything to do with angels, demons, nor any monster that would be after him and his son. Despite Gabriel giving his very life for him, he found that he couldn't allow his son to experience what his parents did and as soon as he could, bound his powers within him so deep, it would take an outside force to be able to tap into it.

Not something he had really wanted for his son but it would protect him and keep him unknown to the various angels who would definitely be after him. His son would be on the menu alone just for being a nephilim, which was supposed to be an abomination. If that didn't help any, Sam was sure that the demon blood probably passed something down to his son that he would have been aware of if he let the kid come into his powers naturally instead of trapping them deep within his core. They wouldn't come out though, they couldn't. They were dropped out of the radar thanks to the Enochian sigil that Sam still had burned into his ribs. He hoped beyond everything as Gabe was growing up that he wouldn't be a beacon for anything out to get him or worse, he was able to be sensed because he didn't have anything to hide himself from them. Thankfully it looked like by binding them, those powers weren't able to be sensed by even the most powerful of angels.

Nobody would get his baby, not without getting through him and that was one promise he would keep. He already lost Gabriel before he truly appreciated him and he wasn't going to lose the baby he bonded with since he gave birth to him. If his child died then they would have to dig two graves because he would be done with this world.

He had no way of knowing whatever the future brought would be everything he tried to stop.

Sam was wiping the tables when the glass that was situated too far at the end of the table almost fell to the marble floor. He caught it quick enough and cursed his luck that the guy that had occupied the table all night was still there. He knew that he had a long way to go and he was already exhausted from the calls he received by Gabe's teachers and one from the principal as soon as he tried to get the sleep he had desperately needed for the shift. Whatever was he going to do with that boy? He still had yet to talk about the punishment for not being at the right place and for the reaction he had to the boy's poor luck. No matter how much he hated that student, he had to realize that it didn't mean he could be disappointed when the kid was saved through means of a fire distinguisher. What scared him more than that was the fact that he said it happened as though nobody else had done it. His mind was already running loops around the fact that his boy could have caused it even though he had deeply locked those powers. He had kept himself from thinking of it but he may have to put a tighter bind on them now that he thought about it. He was getting older and it stood to reason that an infant was much smaller than a fourteen year old boy who was fast becoming more powerful even though he didn't realize it.

He frowned seeing the man still in the corner and at the same spot since two hours before when his son was here. Cleaning the last glass and setting it on the counter, he went over and let out what he hoped was a warm smile. His hair was a little on the long side nowadays, reaching just to the nape of his neck but nobody seemed to bothered by it and he knew this stranger probably wouldn't be too disturbed either by the looks of it. He had long dirty blonde hair and Sam wasn't able to tell what color eyes he had since he wasn't looking his way but Sam planned on changing that. He looked like somebody he knew and hoped it wasn't anyone he wanted to avoid. It wouldn't be very welcoming if they walked in here right now after all these years.

"Hey, I couldn't help but seeing you lonely here and I was wondering if you were okay. I don't mean to bother you if you don't want to be disturbed but-"He cut himself off seeing that the man was staring at him with such a pretty green set of eyes that Sam was almost stunned. He wasn't by any means ugly by any standards and he had no telling how old he was but the weird thing wasn't that at all.

He was staring at Sam right now like he was someone he missed greatly. Sam didn't remember any people with that unusual eye colors around even back in the days whilst he was hunting and frowned at the thought of this guy looking as though Sam was someone who came from a dream.

"You haven't been bothering me," The stranger managed.

Sam nodded but realized that by hair grooming standards, this young man's hair was to his upper shoulders and he was wearing a worn pair of jeans with a hole at the knees and a beat up aqua sweater. His eyes may have been a pretty green color that he had never observed before in a human but they looked sad and if he thought for a moment, he almost thought that they flashed a bluish silver color. Sam shook it off quickly and smiled as to not seem rude.

"You must be a far ways away." At the stranger's look, Sam explained, "You haven't obviously been around here for long and since I never forget a face, I know I haven't seen you here before. At least from what I have seen anyways. If you are rich that's another story but then I'd have to ask what you are doing here instead of the clubs."

The stranger laughed and Sam couldn't help but feel that it was wrong. He didn't like the thought that this stranger was still no more than a kid and yet his laughter was rough, his eyes hardened, and he seemed to be all alone. Nobody deserved that and Sam knew that he wouldn't wish it on anybody even the enemies that his son seemed to be steadily collecting although his son probably thought differently right now. He'd give him a few years and then see if he changed his mind about imagining their agonizing deaths like he liked to tell him if Sam thought to listen to the details.

"I never really thought about that," The stranger looked thoughtful and Sam shook his head with a widening smile.

"I guess it's safe to say that you haven't thought of the benefits of the rich community yet," Sam continued taking a liking to the conversation already. "I swear it's like I'm talking to my son and he just left half an hour ago. Now that I think of it, he has yet to actually call me to tell me he's home safe. I'm gonna kick his butt as soon as I'm home though and that kid is going to learn to call in so I don't have to worry as much if it kills me."

He meant that as a joke but when the stranger seemed to sober up at the thought, Sam just stood there wondering what had happened in his short lifetime that would cause him close up at any opportunity to get to know him.

"I'm Sam Wincaster," Sam introduced himself realizing how rude it seemed. "The kid I mentioned is my son Gabe. He's a little smart ass but hopefully in a few years he will be able to see that everything I do, I do for love."

"I'm Caleb Michaels."

"So Caleb," Sam finally said after a pause in which he couldn't really see how the name fit him. He was getting a really weird vibe from him as it was. "What brings you to this bar this late at night?"

"Not much really," Caleb was looking at his watch now and Sam realized that it was a really good-looking Rolex and he knew just how much they cost. Either he had a friend or family member that was rich or he was lying to him and Sam didn't know how he felt about that. "Thanks for the conversation Sam. I really gotta go though so thanks."

Sam was sure that Caleb wasn't used to saying the name aloud. Of course he wasn't, he was a stranger before tonight and he was obviously one of those loaded people who didn't have any problems when it came to money.

Sam frowned though.

He couldn't help but think that deep, deep down, he really knew him.

He just didn't know where.