A/N: So a lot of stuff has happened since my last chapter, my workload grew at my new job, I finally did my show, I had about fifty exams and managed to just about somehow to scrape myself by with about five hours sleep every night for three weeks, it's been crazy. HOWEVER, I'm back now! I want to get back to regular, weekly updates. This chapter has Sabriel as promised! I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter, let me know what you think in a review or what you'd like to see or anything like that. :)

Sam glanced at his watch, still uncomfortably in place from last night and was disgruntled to see it wasn't even five o'clock. He'd barely slept with nerves about what happened with his idiot of a brother and Castiel. Now he felt relatively sure that at least some progress would be made he found himself more able to relax. His muscles seemed to release their wound up coils of stress and he sighed in exhaustion. He hadn't been this tired since his last debate marathon and hunt fiasco. Her snorted at his own thought, he wasn't your typical partying teen.

His eyelids drooped and his head sagged as he leaned over himself and his head nearly touched the books on his lap. The sofa was proving its worth as it seemed to radiate comfort. Sam could feel himself drifting and couldn't bring himself to set an alarm so he actually woke up for school. He barely registered the knock at the door and just before he properly fell asleep he called out croakily.

"It's open, Dean." And then he was out like a light.

Gabriel stood confused at the door for a second as to what he should do and then shrugged to himself and walked in. Looking around as he entered the hall his eyes widened at the Winchester place. It was shabby to say the least, not necessarily unclean or horrible, it was just all old and seemingly fraying around the edges. All the appliances in view were outdated and the stairs looked like a game of Russian roulette. He glanced around for Sam, dumping Dean's keys on a counter in the hallway. Daring a look in the kitchen he almost recoiled at the medieval looking oven and his heart ached for his state of the art cooking appliances. He laughed at himself as he realised what a diva he was.

"Hey, Sam, uh, it's me, Gabe, I mean, Gabriel.." He, for some reason, stuttered. He shook his head to clear it. When no one replied he frowned and took a chance, opening the door to what looked like a lounge. He realised he'd struck gold when he saw the TV but then did a double take at the sight in the centre of the room.

Sam was almost double over on the sofa, his hair touching the books on his lap, pen still in hand and he breathed calmly and gently, fast asleep. Gabriel rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn't counted on this. He'd planned to catch Sam off guard, and be all charming and cheeky, just as a joke, obviously.. But Sam fast asleep and looking freaking adorable was not something he'd factored into the equation. He groaned quietly to himself.

"Ah, jeez," Gabriel sighed, moving to go and sit next to Sam. Turning to the younger boy he was unsure how to proceed. Just wake him up you sissy bitch, a snappy, masculine voice chanted at him. Shit, he's pretty cute, another, quieter, more realistic voice echoed and Gabriel rolled his eyes and shelved his pride. He gently put a hand to Sam's shoulder and pushed carefully, leaning him back into place so he could lean against the couch and not kill his back. His face could now be really seen and Gabe gulped and looked away.

There was another, panicked voice in the back of his mind who recognised what Gabe was feeling and red lights were flashing as it tried to break through and shout 'ABORT ABORT DANGER'. However it was ignored as Gabriel simply leaned back next to Sam and let out a shaky breath. This was seriously unlike him, he'd been kind of the same when they'd had a couple of movie nights a while back with Dean and Cas. It was just plain weird.

Sam was cool but geeky and funny but totally lame and he'd never been more interested in a person before. And he didn't just mean interested like he thought he was attractive, but everything Sam did seemed interesting when Sam talked about it. Jeez, he made biochemistry equations sound interesting. But maybe it was just how Sam was. He was so passionate about everything, his eyes lit up when he spoke about things and he'd wave his arms and his eyes would phase out like he could literally see whatever it was he was talking about. It was enthralling to say the least. Not to mention a surprisingly pleasant and refreshing change from Gabriel's usual of people who were the same in that everything was old news, boring, nothing was worth any credit of interest.

After a while of just sitting there Sam turned slightly and his head seemed to just sink naturally onto Gabe's shoulder and Gabe squeezed his eyes shut. Well this might ruin my reputation a little bit, he thought to himself as he tried to distract himself from Sam. He focused intensely on the TV and attempted to fascinate himself with some writing on a picture hanging from the opposite wall. However it became impossible when Sam's hand unconsciously moved onto Gabe's leg and he let out a dignified 'argh!'. He couldn't take much more of this. He ever-so-gently lifted Sam's hand. He slowly began moving his arm but then everything happened at once.

Sam awoke like a soldier ready for battle, he switched on like freaking terminator. His hunter instincts kicked in and without pausing for even a second to look, he used Gabe's arm closest to his own, grabbed it, flipped them both anticlockwise. Gabriel was thrown, and I mean thrown, to the ground with a heavy thump and he groaned loudly as Sam straddled him, one hand pushing forcefully down on Gabe's chest, the other tight in his hair, painfully strong.

It took a second for Sam to register and his eyes widened in horror as he took in what was really happening.

"G-Gabe?" He said in shocked mortification as his stomach turned disgustingly.

"Hey there, Jackie Chan." Gabriel croaked, with a strained smirk, still winded. Sam's hand immediately loosened in Gabe's hair and his hand stopped putting pressure onto his chest.

"Crap, I'm so sorry, man." He said hurriedly as he scrambled off of Gabriel and then was all in his face again to survey the damage.

"Did you hit your head?" He asked, his voice filled with dread.

"I, uh, I can't... I, did you hit my head?" Adrenaline gone, the blood racing around his body slowed awkwardly and his head span as he tried to focus on Sam's face, or anything else. Sam made a panicked noise as he pulled Gabe to his feet, steadying him as he swayed.

"I am so sorry," He repeated sincerely and the look on his face only strengthened the words.

"Hey, it's okay, Sammy, I've known for ages you wanted to jump me, just didn't figure you'd be a top." Gabriel laughed weakly, not quite himself enough to give a wink as Sam sighed with a smile as he lowered him carefully back onto the couch. If he had the energy to make an innuendo, Sam figured he'd pull through.

"You're an idiot, sneaking up on me like that." Sam called over his shoulder as he went to get some ice. Gabriel snorted incredulously.

"I did not 'sneak up' on you, Sammy, you were asleep next to me for freaking half an hour before you went all 007 on my ass!" Gabriel retorted as Sam returned to the room, ice pack in hand, disapproving expression holding dominance over his features.

"It's just simple self-defence, Gabe," He brushed off easily and then carried on.

"Besides, what're you doing here anyway, not that I mind you being here," Gabriel raised an eyebrow suggestively and Sam turned red.

"I just mean, I don't think it's not okay, because it is okay, not because I, I mean, you know what I mean." He scrambled, silently begging for Gabe to stop him but Gabriel just sat there smugly, letting him squirm and turn more and more red.

"You're a jerk." Sam muttered and sighing, he sat down next to Gabe, placing the ice pack on the crown of Gabe's head. Gabriel let his eyes close and sighed in contentment at the unexpected pleasant feeling of the cool ice against his throbbing skull. Sam turned even more red as he stared, unable to look away at Gabe's rare expression of carefree calm. It was a first.

"Dean sent me." Gabe said finally.

"To give you a lift to school whilst he re-enacts every rom-com ever with Cassie." Gabe explained simply, eyes still closed as he leaned into the icepack Sam was holding for him.

"Oh, well, thanks." Sam stuttered, taken aback by the impromptu display of random decency from Gabriel. Gabe's eyes opened as he frowned, confused.

"Well, you know I'm not, right?" He said, as if it were blaringly obvious and Sam blanched and then coloured again at his own idiocy that Gabe would ever want to do anything for him. Get a grip he told himself. Gabriel seemed to notice his by his expression where his thought process was heading and he back pedalled immediately.

"I mean, I'm not taking you to school when you're barely able to stay conscious and when you are you're going terminator on any poor son of a bitch sitting too close." He said sternly, feeling something alike to his older brother instinct flare but slightly different, less familial protectiveness and more... territorial. Sam rolled his eyes.

"I'm fine, I was just a little tired, all I need is a coffee or something and I'll be back to normal-"

"Forget it, sasquatch," Gabe interrupted.

"You're going nowhere. Consider yourself under house arrest." Gabriel said casually and Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Seriously?"

"Oh yeah." Gabriel said with a sly smile.

"You do realise I could just flip you again?"

"And risk hurting my fragile, crippled self. Why, that would be like kicking a homeless person, or shooting a cat!" Gabriel announced and Sam snorted despite himself.

"Shooting a cat? Really? You couldn't think of anything better?"

"I'm improvising, sue me!" He replied with a grin that made Sam laugh and admit defeat.

"I know you're not letting me go to school or anything, but if we're off anyway, do you think maybe, I dunno we could maybe go somewhere?" Sam said absently. Gabriel's heart faltered slightly and his pulse tripped, however rather than admit to himself that he might be able to get somewhere real with Sam he laughed it off, like he did everything.

"Knew it, you're falling for me already, well get in line, Winchester, get in line." And he winked. Sam smiled but reddened as well.

"Shut up, I just meant my house is pretty boring, we should go do something before Dean skins us both alive." Sam said and the look of hope on his face was too much for Gabe to crush, it would be like kicking a puppy... Or shooting a cat. He sighed dramatically.

"Fine, where'd you have in mind, kiddo?" He said with a smile and Sam grinned, excited.

"I've got just the place!"

A/N: Just a short-ish chapter as a kind of prelude to some other stuff. Any ideas of where they're going? What will happen? I take prompts and ideas so let me know your thoughts, the likelihood is they'll be included. More school antics next chapter hopefully. Should update soon! Please let me know what you think, feedback is so helpful! All the reviews for the last chapter were amazing so thank you, I love you all! Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading! Izzie.