Okay, so, once again, I'm a liar! Prom will be updated shortly (and by shortly I mean later today)! This is, more or less, a filler chapter because I wanted to show Michael and Gabriel making up and then it turned into this whole big chapter! I actually liked writing this chapter though, so there's that! Anyway! Thanks for your guys' reviews, faves and follows! They mean the world to me! Love y'all!

Gabriel stared at Sam across the table, but Sam looked like he had his mind made up.

"Please, Sam? We've hung out with all of your friends, and the basketball team is important to me. Please?" Gabriel batted his eyelashes and attempted Sam's puppy eyes. Sam sighed.

"Gabe, they hate me."

"They do not hate you."

"Could've fooled me." Sam mumbled and took a drink of his water. The two were seated in a booth on a date, waiting for their food. Gabriel was trying to convince Sam to be his date to Crowley's New Year's Eve Party.

"Sammy," Gabriel reached across the table and grabbed Sam's hands. There is was. That look, and the way he said 'Sammy'. Sam sighed again.

"Fine, fine, I'll go, but I'm not getting drunk."

"Of course you're not; somebody has to be the D.D." Gabriel winked and pulled his hands away as the waitress brought their food.

Sam looked at himself in the mirror again. Dean had given him a later curfew for tonight, but that didn't really make him feel any better. The girlfriends of the basketball players were nice to Sam and Gabriel's friends had been…well…nicer to him at the basketball games, but other than that they hadn't really hung out and Sam was worried. He knew that they wouldn't say anything in front of Gabriel, but Sam didn't want to be clinging to him the whole night. Sam grabbed the keys off the bathroom counter and walked downstairs.

"I'm heading out!" Sam called towards the living room.

"Be safe!" Castiel responded.

"Have fun!" Dean's voice came from the kitchen.

"Of course!" Sam walked out the door and got into the Impala. Sam looked around the inside of the car. Dean had been driving 'his baby' to work since school had been out for break and most days Gabriel would come over and either pick Sam up or the two would just cuddle on the couch and watch movies. Sam couldn't believe that Gabriel had talked him into doing this. He started the car, backed out of the driveway, and took off for Gabriel's house.

Gabriel heard the knock at the door and ran to answer it. There was Sam, all 6'1'' of him. Gabriel smiled.

"Hey there, sexy."

"Well, hey, handsome." Sam smiled back.

"Ready to go?" Sam shrugged.

"Do I have a choice?"

"No, not really." Gabriel grabbed Sam's hand and led him to the Impala. The two got in and Gabriel directed Sam to Crowley's house. They pulled into the large driveway of Crowley's massive house.

"Are all your friends rich?" Gabriel rolled his eyes and got out of the car and Sam followed. They got the porch and Gabriel saw the nervous look in Sam's eyes.

"Hey," Gabriel reached over and wrapped his arm around Sam's waist. "It's going to be fine, okay?" Gabriel stretched up and gave Sam a kiss on the cheek. Sam calmed down somewhat. Finally, Crowley opened the door and smiled.

"Gabe! Moose!" Sam and Gabriel followed Crowley downstairs, where Michael and his girlfriend, Krissy Chambers, were sitting in the basement.

"Mikey, Krissy, Gabe and the moose are here."

"I do have a name, Crowley."

"Yes, yes, Winchester, just a little joke. Now, sit. Everybody else should be here…" There was a ring of the doorbell and Crowley was off again, leaving Gabriel and Sam with Michael and Krissy. They took seats on the other side of the couch.

"So, Krissy," Sam made small talk with her while Gabriel and Michael just sat there.

"I'm getting a beer."

"I'll get one, too." Michael and Gabriel stood up at the same time, getting looks from their significant others. The two walked to the fridge that had beer and both grabbed a bottle.

"Hey, Gabe?"

"Yeah?"

"I…" Michael sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. "Look, man, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't supportive of you coming out. I just have been told since I was young that gays are bad, ya know? I know you're a good person. You and Sam are. I hope that you can forgive me, but I understand if you can't." Michael stared at Gabriel while Gabriel stood in silence, letting what Michael had just said sink in.

"So, you admit that you were being a dick?"

"Yeah."

"And you admit that you were being stupid?" Michael smiled and Gabriel smiled back.

"Yes."

"Then, I guess, if you're admitting all that, then I can forgive you."

"Good, because I sure as hell have missed my best friend."

"Same here, man." Gabriel and Michael hugged and then made their way back to the couch. More people had arrived and Crowley turned up the music.

"So?" Sam asked when Gabriel sat back down.

"We uh…we're good." Gabriel smiled at Michael across the room.

"That's great." Sam kissed Gabriel's forehead.

"Come on, let's mingle." The two stood up and started talking with people.

As the night wore on, Sam could tell that Gabriel was getting drunk. He and Michael had run the table in beer pong for four games before getting beat by Crowley and Lucifer. Gabriel switched to stronger drinks and was getting handsier with Sam as the night went on. At midnight, Sam and Gabriel shared a kiss, which Gabriel tried to deepen sloppily.

"Gabe, I think I should take you home." Sam whispered in his ear when they broke apart. Gabriel let out a noise that Sam was pretty sure was a giggle.

"Yooooou wanna take me home, Saaaaammy?" Sam rolled his eyes.

"Babe, you're drunk, I think we should go."

"'M havin' fun!" Gabriel took another drink of whatever was in his cup.

"I know, I am too actually, but I think we need to go home. You need to get some sleep."

"Noooo, jus' a li'l longer, pleeeease?" Sam sighed.

"Not too much. I've got a curfew you know."

"Yay!" Gabriel planted another messy kiss on Sam's lips before going to fill up his cup once more. The night had been fun essentially. Sam had been talking with Gabriel's teammates and they had been pretty nice to him, even before they started drinking. Once Gabriel was done with his drink, Sam finally convinced Gabriel to go home. The two said their goodbyes and walked up the stairs to get out to the Impala. Sam was practically carrying Gabriel to the car. Gabriel was babbling about wanting to stay longer and drink more.

"Come on, in the car." Sam helped Gabriel inside the Impala then walked over to the driver's seat. He sighed when he saw Gabriel had fallen over. Sam gently lifted him up and sat down. "Gabe, come on." Gabriel leaned against Sam and rested his head on his shoulder. Sam wrapped an arm around Gabriel and Gabriel snuggled closer to him before they two started driving.

"Thanks for takin' care o' me." Gabriel whispered and kissed the base of Sam's neck. Sam smiled.

"Of course."

"Love you, Sammy."

"I love you too, Gabe." Sam pecked Gabriel's forehead. They sat in silence, which Sam realized meant that Gabriel had fallen asleep. They finally pulled into Gabriel's driveway and Sam almost didn't want to wake him up. "Gabe, come on, I'm taking you up to bed."

"Hm? You're taking me to bed? Finally!" Gabriel's eyes snapped open and he tried to jump out of the car. Sam suppressed the eye roll he normally did when Gabriel made sex jokes, and pulled him out through the driver's seat. The two made their way to Gabriel's porch then inside, after it took Gabriel almost five minutes to find his keys in his pockets, and up the stairs into Gabriel's room as quietly as possible (which actually wasn't very quiet since Gabriel kept giggling and making inappropriate comments). Once they finally got to the room, Gabriel stumbled in and fell on his bed. Sam tried not to laugh, but it slightly came out.

"Sam, my bed is reeeeeeally comfy. Wanna try it?"

"No, babe, I gotta get home. Dean and Cas are probably waiting for me."

"Noooo!" Gabriel yelled. Sam covered his mouth.

"Sh! Sh…okay, fine, just be quiet." Sam laid down in bed with Gabriel and Gabriel snuggled into him. Sam wrapped his arms around him and Gabriel rested his head on Sam's chest. Sam watched as Gabriel's eyes fluttered until finally closing. Sam waited for the steady breathing to indicate that Gabriel was sleeping. It didn't take long, and shortly after, Sam tried to sneak out of the bed, but Gabriel woke up.

"Sam, don't leave." Gabriel slurred sleepily, his head still on Sam's chest.

"I have to get home; I'll call you tomorrow okay?"

"Nooo…" Gabriel whispered and wrapped his arms around Sam, not letting him go. Sam sighed and gave Gabriel a tender kiss on the top of his head.

"Okay, I'll stay." Gabriel closed his eyes again, with a smile on his face and fell asleep. Sam gently drew circles on Gabriel's back, hoping that once Gabriel was actually asleep he would be able to sneak out and leave. Gabriel's steading breathing was very soothing to listen to, and it was very late…

Sam felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, and his eyes snapped open. He smiled slightly when he noticed that Gabriel was still asleep on his chest and then he pulled the phone out of his pocket and saw it was Dean calling him.

"Shit." He mumbled and placed the phone up to his ear. "Hm…hello?"

"Samuel Henry Winchester! Where the hell are you? I wake up early to go into the garage and Baby isn't in the driveway and you aren't in your room! Are you okay? What happened?"

"Dean, Dean, please, I…I drank some last night and I decided to stay at Crowley's." Sam decided that was better than telling Dean the truth.

"Oh, oh you did huh? Decided to spend the night, drunk, with your boyfriend?"

"Dean, everybody else is still sleeping, can you yell at me when you get home from work, please?" There was a long silence on the other end.

"Fine, but just be ready for me to tear you a new one."

"Yeah, yeah, sounds good." Dean paused again.

"Come home as soon as possible, alright?"

"Yeah, thanks, Dean. Bye." Sam hung up and closed his eyes again.

"Dean sounded mad." Sam opened his eyes again and looked at Gabriel. His eyes were still closed, but Sam had definitely heard him say that.

"Yeah, he was, and I should probably leave before he gets more upset." Gabriel opened his eyes and looked at Sam.

"You sure you want to leave?"

"Want to? No, of course I don't want to, but I should. I really should if you ever want to go out on another date with me before I'm eighteen."

"Mmm…that does sound nice, but you're so comfortable." Gabriel snuggled closer to Sam. Sam gave Gabriel a kiss on the top of his head.

"But I really should go. I need to get home and prepare for getting yelled at, and you need to get more sleep."

"Well, I won't argue there." Gabriel sat up and groaned. "Did my parents see you come in?"

"Not that I know of, but they might've heard you." Gabriel sighed.

"Shit. Well, you better go before they find you in here. Be quiet, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

"Thanks for taking care of me last night." The boys stood up and walked over to the door.

"Of course." The boys shared a kiss before Gabriel opened the door.

"I love you, Sam."

"I love you, too, Gabe."

"Now get out of here before I get in trouble." Gabriel gave Sam a kiss on the cheek before walking back to his bed and collapsing on it again. Sam slowly and quietly snuck out of Gabriel's room and then down stairs and quietly out the front door. He hopped into the Impala and smiled. Last night was a good night.

"Do you know how irresponsible you were? How worried sick Cas and I were?"

"Dean, I'm sorry, alright? Like I said, I drank at Crowley's and I thought that driving home would be a bad idea. I mean, at least I was safe right?"

"I…" Dean shook his head. Sam could practically see the wheels in his head turning, trying to disprove Sam's logic. "I thought you didn't like drinking."

"I don't really. I had a couple screwdrivers though. I just figured missing curfew was better than ending up in a ditch somewhere." Dean sighed and sat next to Sam on his bed.

"Do you know how worried I was when I didn't see the car in the driveway and neither Cas nor I had a text or a call from you? I really thought that something had happened to you. I…I don't know what I would do if something happened to you." Sam looked down at the floor. He knew that if he looked at Dean, there would be something in his eyes that he didn't want to see.

"I know, and I'm really sorry that I didn't call or text or anything. There's nothing else I can say other than I'm sorry."

"Just, don't let it happen again, okay?"

"I won't, Dean."

"And Cas and I have discussed it, and since this is your first offense, we've decided that only two weeks of grounding will be suitable instead of until college like I originally wanted."

"That seems fair, but what does that entail?"

"No car, no going out, and no basketball games."

"No car? How am I going to get to school next week?"

"See if Kevin or Gabe…on second thought, Kevin. See if Kevin will drive you to school."

"And if he can't?"

"Then I'll tell Bobby that I'll be late next week." Sam sighed, defeated. "So you better text everybody and let them know that you're grounded." Dean stood up and clamped a hand on Sam's shoulder. He then walked to the door. "And Sammy? I'm glad you're okay."