I unlock my front door and lead Gabriel inside as he takes in his surroundings.
"It's not much, but it's home." I say, eyeing the messy house.
"This is great!" Gabriel smiles. "Sorry to ask, but could I have something to drink?"
"Yeah, sure; follow me." I lead him into the kitchen and open the fridge. "You can have Coke, water, juice, a milkshake-"
"Oh, a milkshake if it's not too much trouble!" Gabriel's eyes shine.
"Bit of a sweet tooth, are you?" I smirk, getting out the milk.
"Guilty." Gabriel admits.
I get out the rest of the ingredients and begin to make the milkshake.
"Here, I'll help." Gabriel gets up and scoops the ice cream, plopping it into the glass after I mix the drink.
"This had better be delicious after all the hard work I put into it." Gabriel winks, and takes a sip.
I await his reaction eagerly.
"That is," he begins, with his best poker face. "Unbelievably good. Well done, Sammy-boy!"
He gives my shoulder a squeeze in praise, and I get butterflies at his touch.

We head upstairs, and a quickly rush ahead to make sure my room is tidy before Gabriel comes in.
"Oh, that must be your piano!" Gabriel remarks, taking a seat infront of the upright piano, fiddling with the keys.
"Yeah, it was a birthday present from Dean and dad; mainly Dean." I say, thinking back to that day. Dad was there for barely any time at all; just long enough to give me a card with twenty bucks in it.
"And Dean is..."
"My brother."
Gabriel's gaze moves to a cardboard box on the floor next to my TV. He looks inside and gasps.
"You have heaps of games!"
"Yeah, I rarely play them."
Gabriel turns back to me, laying on a thick puppy-dog look.
"You can play them if you want." I smirk.
"Thanks, buddy. Come, play with me." he pats the edge of my bed next to him and hands me a controller.

"What? How did you do that?" Gabriel's character flogs my character again, with a move that in reality would probably crush my character's skull.
"You just gotta press these, let me show you." Gabriel reaches to take the controller from me, and his hand touches mine.
I look up at him with wide eyes. He looks back at me and quickly pulls his hand away. Oh no. Shit. He's not into guys. He thinks I'm totally gay and he probably wants to go home right now and never see me again.
I clear my throat. "Um, I'm just going to... get a drink."
I rush out the room and head downstairs to the kitchen. My heart feels like it's about to leap out of my chest. Am I overreacting? I always overreact. I might just be having a nervous breakdown. Oh god. Since I'm in the kitchen I decide I'll get a glass of water after all. I taken a glass from the cupboard. I hear a creak from the staircase; enter panic mode. I feel faint... my stomach hurts. Have I even eaten anything today? I'm slipping; the glass falls off the counter and smashes on the floor. I hear fast footsteps coming towards me.
"Sam?"

My eyes flutter open. I look around me; I'm in a white room, on a white bed.
"Sammy?" Dean's sitting on a chair next to the bed, his brow furrowed with concern.
"Dean." My brothers face fades into focus.
"What the hell happened, man?"
"I think I fainted."
"Yeah, no bull. You need to make sure you're eating Sam. I'll die of worry if this keeps happening."
"Sorry. I don't want to worry you." I reply sadly.
"Don't let it happen again, okay?"

I walk with Dean out to the car park. We walk out the double doors, and the soft sunlight meets my skin.
"Sam!" Gabriel gets up from the curb and jogs towards me.
"Is everything okay?" he asks, looking from me to Dean.
"Who are you?" Dean asks rudely.
"He's my friend, Gabriel." I interject.
"How long have you been waiting here?" Dean asks.
"A couple of hours. I tried to see Sam before, but they wouldn't let me in then."
I smile softly. Gabriel had waited all that time out in the hospital car park, just to make sure I was alright.
Dean buys me take-out on the way home, and sits with me to make sure I eat it all, before we get back home, and I'm told to "Just relax, and keep the stress levels low."

I jump bolt upright when my alarm goes off the next morning. I start to get dressed for schol when Dean pokes his head through the bedroom door.
"You don't have to go to school today if you don't want." he says.
"No, I will; I feel fine." I smile weakly, as if to show him the extent of how fine I am.
"Well, I'll drop you off to school. When you're ready, we'll go."
We leave within a half hour, Dean making sure I had a decent amount of breakfast before we leave. When we arrive, I walk through the school gates and am almost immediately greeted by Gabriel.
"I was hoping you'd be here today." he says, looking stressed.
I smile in reply.
"So, why did you faint yesterday?" Gabriel's eyebrows raise in questioningly.
"My blood sugar was low. Sometimes I sort of... forget to eat."
"Well it can't happen again, Sam! If you need help with that, my locker's full of candy bars!"
I laugh in reply. "Thanks, Gabe."
He smiles at my first use of his nickname.

After getting through a double maths lesson in a class of strangers, the home-time bell finally rings, and I shove all my stuff in my bag. I go down the stairs quickly so I can meet up with Gabe to walk home together as usual, but my path is blocked by a mysterious looking guy with ash-blonde hair in a grey over-shirt.
"Sam, I've been meaning to speak with you."
I am shocked at this, and worried. I've never spoken to this guy before, I've only seen him in the yard. He's always looked a bit... fierce.
"What do you want with my brother?" he demands.
"W-what?"
"Gabriel. Do you like him? Or not?"
I don't know what to say in reply to this, and I begin to panic when Gabe arrives just in time.
"Hello, gentlemen. I didn't expect to see you two together." Gabriel looked from me to the fierce guy. "What are you doing together anyway?" he asks suspiciously.
"I was just introducing myself. I like to know who my brother is spending his time with."
"Leave him alone, Luci, you're scaring him." Gabe smirks, and 'Luci' is on his way.
"Luci?" I question.
"Short for Lucifer. He's my brother, as you probably realised. Sorry about that."

I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, deep in thought. What did Lucifer mean? Was he asking if I had a crush and Gabriel? Why would he ask me that? If he wasn't as scary as he was, I mightn't have a problem with questioning him about it.