"So, now what do we do?" Gabriel asked. They were walking to Sam's house, hand in hand. The sun was just about to go down all the way.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, are we dating? Should we tell people that we are going out?"

"Well, don't we have to go out on an actual date before we're considered dating?" Sam smiled.

"Are you asking me out, Winchester?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow and smiled back.

"Well, I kissed you first, so the least you could do is ask me out." Gabriel stopped and pulled Sam back. Sam looked at him. Gabriel got down on one knee and held Sam's hand with both of his. He stared up into Sam's eyes.

"Samuel Henry Winchester, will you go out on a date with me?"

"I don't appreciate the sarcasm, but yes. I will." Sam pulled Gabriel up and gave him a peck on the lips. "And the middle name? Nice touch. Kinda weird that you remember it after all these years."

"Well, of course I do. Do you remember mine?"

"Gabriel Richard." The two started walking again.

"That's kinda weird that you remember." Gabriel smiled.

"Well most of our childhood your mom was yelling at you about something."

"Well, that's true." They were almost back to Sam's house.

"So, what are we going to tell Dean and Cas?"

"Well, I think that we should probably tell them."

"Then Dean really won't let you close the door." Gabriel gently elbowed Sam. They walked onto the porch and Sam turned at looked at Gabriel.

"So, should we go in holding hands and just tell them?"

"I think that's the best way." Sam opened the door and pulled Gabriel into the house. He was sure that Castiel and Dean would be happy for them, but he was still a little concerned. The two walked in and heard Dean and Castiel talking.

"I'm going to call him."

"Cas, you worry too much. He's a sixteen year old kid, he's gonna stay out late and do some stupid things."

"Like you did when you were sixteen?"

"Hey, I'm almost forty and I still do stupid shit." Castiel gave a small chuckle.

"That's true."

"Well thanks for that, babe. I can always count on you to be good to me." Sam smiled as the two walked into the living room. "Well hey! They're both alive! Thank God! The dangers of the park a mere half mile away didn't get you." Dean, ignoring the glare from Castiel, finally looked at the boy's hands, which were still intertwined. "What uh…what's going on here?"

"Well," Sam smiled at Gabriel and then looked at Dean. "Gabriel and I had a talk at the park."

"It appears as though it went well."

"Yeah, we should say so."

"Isn't he supposed to ask my permission or something?"

"Dean…"

"No, Sam it's okay." Gabriel squeezed Sam's hand and then looked at Dean and Cas.

"Dean, Cas, I know that I've been terrible to Sam in the past and I sure as hell don't deserve him," Gabriel began.

"Ga…"

"But," Gabriel continued louder, cutting off Sam. "I plan on making that up to him no matter what I have to do and no matter how long that takes." Dean stood up and Gabriel was actually a little scared about what Dean might do to him. He knew that Dean was very protective of Sam and Gabriel hadn't exactly been the best person to him.

"Gabriel, if you mean what you say, then I'll let you date Sammy, but if you go back on your word, and you hurt him," Dean's hands formed into fists, but Castiel reached up and gently stroked the hand closest to him and Dean relaxed. He closed his eyes exhaled sharply. "Just, don't hurt him okay?" Dean opened his eyes and tried not to glare at Gabriel. Gabriel nodded.

"Yes, sir."

"Well, are you two done?" Sam asked, trying not to sound rude, but this whole asking Dean's permission was getting on his nerves. Who said that Gabriel even had to? It's not like they were getting married. Dean held out his hand to Gabriel. Gabriel took and shook it.

"Yeah, Sammy. We're done." The two let go and Castiel stood up to shake Gabriel's hand too, but he was much nicer about it.

"Nice to see you two getting along again."

"Yeah, we think so, too." Sam smiled. "And I think we're going to just go up…"

"Ah, no. I don't think so." Sam and Dean locked eyes. Castiel even looked at Dean surprised.

"Dean," Sam tried to start.

"Well, we um…were just about to have dinner, so why don't you two join us?"

"Dinner? Haven't you been eating all day?" Sure Sam and Gabriel had had some alone time at the park, but both of them wanted more.

"I'm always in the mood for Cas' cooking."

"Wait, Cas cooked?" Sam shot a look at him. Cas' eyes were filled of sympathy, and then amusement.

"I can cook!"

"You sure can, baby." Dean kissed Castiel's head. Were they always this embarrassing?

"Sam, we can have dinner with them. I'm actually getting pretty hungry."

"See? The boy's hungry, so, dinner it is." Dean turned Gabriel around and put his arm around his shoulders. Sam and Gabriel's hands untangled themselves as Gabriel walked with Dean. Sam looked at Castiel.

"Cas, help me, please?"

"You know how your brother is. What can I do?" Castiel smiled and led Sam to the dining room.

"…chick flicks. Loves 'em. He gets it from Cas." Dean and Gabriel were sitting at the table, discussing Sam apparently.

"Dean, do you want to eat or not? Stop torturing Gabriel and come help me bring the food out." Dean rolled his eyes, but stood up and walked into the kitchen with Castiel. Sam took a seat next to Gabriel and looked at him.

"So, dinner with the folks already, our relationship seems to be going pretty fast." Gabriel smirked. Sam smiled back.

"I guess so. You don't mind do you? I mean, you can just say that you need to go if…" Gabriel put his hand on Sam's knee under the table and kissed his cheek.

"Sam, relax. Dean and Cas are awesome and just want what's best for you." Gabriel gently squeezed Sam's knee, and he relaxed a little.

"You know who we still need to tell though?"

"Who's that?"

"Your parents." The color drained from Gabriel's face as Castiel and Dean brought in dinner.

Gabriel sat in his car and stared at his house. How was he going to explain to his parents his sudden relationship with Sam? His mom would probably be ecstatic, but his father…Gabriel shook his head and got out of the car. The rest of dinner had been fun; the Winchesters were very different from his family. They talked and made fun of each other and were warm. It made Gabriel a little jealous. He walked in to hear his parents discussing…him?

"…Harvard would be a good fit."

"Remi, he doesn't want to go to Harvard. Plus, it's so far away."

"Well where do you think he should go?"

"Mom? Dad?" Gabriel announced. He walked into the living room. Saraqeal was drinking a glass of wine and Remiel had a glass of whiskey in his hand. They were watching some old black and white movie on TV.

"Hi, sweetie." Saraqeal smiled. "How was Sam's?" Gabriel grinned back, but tried to hide it by looking at the floor.

"Great, we finished our project and had dinner with Castiel and Dean."

"Oh good, how are they?"

"They're good. Sam's good, too. I'm kinda tired though, so I think I'm going to go to bed." Gabriel turned and walked upstairs and into his room. He had just shut the door when his parents walked in.

"Gabriel, honey, is there something you need to tell us?"

"Um…n…not really. Why?"

"Well, Dean called and said you may have a little something to tell us."

"Dean called you?!" Gabriel's mouth dropped open.

"Yes, and he said that you and Sam had an…interesting conversation?" Gabriel sighed.

"I…yeah. Sam and I kissed and we admitted we had feelings towards each other. I…"

"So, you're gay?" There was a hint of disappointment in Remiel's voice. Gabriel looked at his parents. They were staring at him, waiting for an answer.

"I…I wouldn't say that. I…I mean I'm attracted to girls, too, just, Sam is better. Sam and I just…get each other?"

"So, you're bisexual?"

"Yeah, I guess so, but I am dating Sam."

"So, you're dating a boy. I…" Before Remiel said another word, Saraqeal crossed the room and embraced her son. Gabriel hugged his mom back.

"Oh Gabriel! As long as you're happy we don't care! Right, Remi?" She shot a look at him as if daring him to go against what she just said.

"Sara, maybe we should discuss this."

"Discuss what?" She turned and looked at her husband. She kept her arms around Gabriel. "Discuss how our son is brave enough to come tell us this? How our son is going to actually be happy with somebody that loves him and he loves?" Gabriel had never heard his mother talk to his father like that. Remiel looked from Gabriel to Saraqeal and then down at the floor. He sighed and ran a hand through his brown and gray hair. He looked up at his wife and son. Gabriel was worried about what his father's reaction would be.

"Gabriel, does Sam make you happy?" Gabriel nodded.

"More than anything." Remiel and Gabriel had a stare down before he too crossed the room and offered his hand to Gabriel. Gabriel looked from his dad's hand up to his father's face and then took and shook his hand.

"Then who am I to get in the way?" Remiel finally smiled and Gabriel smiled back.

"Really, Dad?" Gabriel had always thought his dad was a huge homophobe.

"If Sam makes you happy, then you should be with him. It doesn't matter that Sam's a man. If you're happy, we're happy." The tears in Saraqeal's eyes finally spilled over and she let out a cry as she threw her arms around her husband. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back. He shot a confused look over her shoulder at Gabriel and he simply shrugged.

"Oh, Remi! I can't believe you said that! I'm so happy!"

"Okay, Sara, sweetie, it's alright." She tried to calm herself, but that just made it worse.

"Mom, it's okay." Gabriel hated seeing his mom cry.

"I know! I know it is! These are happy tears!" She sniffed.

"Dad, I am really tired, can uh…?" Remiel nodded and began to lead Saraqeal out of the room. She turned around and gave Gabriel one last kiss on the cheek.

"We're so proud of you, honey." Remiel smiled at him and nodded before the two left the room, shutting the door behind them. Gabriel smiled. Telling his parents actually went much better than expected. His father was even happy for him, regardless of whether it was an act or he actually meant it, it made Gabriel happy. Now that the hardest part was over, he would have to until Monday for the next hardest part: telling his friends.