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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Gabriel/Sam_Winchester, Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Gabriel_(Supernatural), Dean_Winchester, Castiel_
      (Supernatural), Michael_(Supernatural), Lucifer_(Supernatural), John
      Winchester
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-23 Chapters: 1/5 Words: 3252
****** All of the Above ******
by just_desserts
Summary
     High School A/U where the Winchesters and Miltons are rivals in a
     small town. No one can trust anyone of the other family, that is
     until Sam finally realizes he has a major crush on Gabriel, the
     family trickster who, together with Michael, has played many a prank
     on Dean. But can he get over his feelings or give into them and feel
     like he's betraying his brother?
Notes
     I hope you guys like this A/U. I created a plot as I went along so
     hopefully if you aren't getting into it, the second part I post will
     be better *^_^* Thank you for reading my first posted Sabriel Fic!
Standardized testing was something he lived for, no matter how long, how
taxing, or the subject. He could barely glance at a question, understand what
it was asking and answer it without batting an eye. His mind just worked like
that.
So it didn't surprise Sam that he finished his test in under two and a half
hours total. With plenty of time to spare, he would always stare out the window
into empty space, thinking about anything and everything.
Sometimes that included the material on the test. Other times it meant thinking
about the person next to him, which was usually Gabriel Milton since the
teacher was Mr. Milton. Sam always assumed it was because he figured Gabriel
needed about as much help as he could get. Sometimes that was true. But he was
smart in his own right, sometimes attempting to prove Sam's point wrong by
debating. He was good at that. Sometimes too good.
Sam glanced over at the young man sitting directly next to him, his shoulders
hunched over, pencil in hand with his face scrunched up in concentration. The
youngest Winchester indulged in a smile and quickly glanced over his work
before someone called time.
All pencils smacked down against the table, and Sam cringed slightly. He
watched as Gabriel looked at his work and nodded a quick approval. Sam smiled.
"This is the end of the test. Please put down all pencils, booklets and answer
sheets. Your instructor will pick them up after you have left the testing area.
Do not make any attempt to change or erase any answer sheets-"
Sam heaved a sigh and watched as the majority of the students shifted anxiously
in their chairs. They had been here for nearly four hours and Sam was
anticipating the usual stampede that awaited.
"You may leave now, but remember to disclose no material or-"
"Yeah yeah, we get it." Sam heard someone speak up. He frowned and glanced next
to him, seeing Gabriel stand up out of his chair. "You droning on for another
few minutes won't make much of an impact, man. Now can we go?"
Sam stared at him, not surprised by his outburst but not really expecting it
either.
The instructor sighed and rolled his eyes, a very odd combination on his gray
stubbled face. "Yes, I suppose so,"
Gabe smiled, all teeth and that little upturn of his cheeks that eventually
turned into a smirk. "Great,"
The rest of the kids filed out through the door off to their right. Sitting at
the far back table meant that no one questioned you when you went slow. Hell,
they usually never noticed that Sam was sitting in the back at all, but that
was just fine by him. He had no interest in making small talk with his peers.
Unless it was Gabriel, who was rather entertaining and usually made his day a
little happier with the jokes he cracked or pranks he pulled.
Sam hefted his backpack onto his shoulder and gently pushed his chair in. He
filed out after all the other students were gone and the supervisor gave him a
sad look as he passed. He tried not to stare back at him, wishing people didn't
pity him when he was alone. He preferred it, that's what they didn't
understand. He'd rather be with his books, studying, reading, doing whatever as
long as no one bothered him.
Unless it was Dean. He and his brother were so close it was a wonder that they
hadn't fused together to make one person by now.
Sam was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the small group of
preppy jocks around the corner. One of them, most likely Michael Milton,
grabbed him by the collar.
"H-hey," Sam protested, choking slightly as the collar pulled at his neck
tighter, tighter, until he could barely breath. He could feel blood surface to
his face, probably making him look like an over-ripe tomato.
"Samuel Winchester," the oldest Milton's voice cooed in his ear, making him
sound more like a dove than the monster he really was.
Sam tried to say, "Let me go," but he realized it probably sounded something
similar to a snake hissing.
"Your brother, you know him, right? The fucker." Sam could hear others laugh
around him as he tried to kick the attacker behind him. "He stopped at my
locker when he came to visit you at school yesterday. Must still know how to
pick locks with the barrettes I'm sure he must own for his pretty gay hair."
Sam was starting to get black spots in his vision. But he tried to channel the
anger building in his chest to stay conscious instead of hurting Michael. He
could hear faint laughter ringing through the hall they stood in and vaguely
wondered where the instructor was.
"Let him go," came a thunderous voice and Sam tried to stay awake.
There were a few moments of confusion before Michael scoffed behind him. "Or
what? There's not much you could do. You're about as short as they come,
Gabriel-"
Sam finally made out a dark outline standing in front of him, backlit by the
sun coming through the glass front doors. Or the big blob could also just be
him hallucinating from lack of oxygen.
"Or I'll report this ludicrous behavior to father. I'm sure he's just waiting
for you to come barreling into his office with a death wish, Michael." Sam
swore he could see Gabriel smile, even with the spots dancing in and out of his
vision. Gabe had that kind of dazzling effect on people.
There were a few tense moments, but Michael's hand finally let go of Sam's
collar. He managed to not cough up his lungs, but the hacking still probably
sounded dreadful.
"So, what? You're just going to let his brother terrorize our family?"
Sam heard Gabriel laugh, more fake than anything but it still made a small
smile flit onto his face.
"Oh, no. Dean will get what's coming to him." He paused, stepping towards his
brother so they were only inches apart. "And I'm pretty sure you hurting his
precious baby brother will only incur his wrath further. So beat it before that
happens,"
Michael stared menacingly at the younger Milton for a good long minute before
balling his fists and stepping back. "Fine-" he nodded his head towards the
doors, him and his goonies leaving just as soon as they'd appeared.
Sam watched them go, then looked up at Gabriel in awe.
"How did you-?" He stopped, closing his eyes and drinking in more air. "Why-"
Gabe chuckled above him. "It wasn't a big deal. Any mildly decent person would
have stepped in to stop it." He leaned down slightly to lift up Sam's arm, his
eyebrows scrunched in concern. "Are you okay, Sammy?"
Sam blinked up at him, but finally nodded after he realized Gabriel probably
wanted a response. He was just more shell-shocked that he was speaking to him.
Gabe's eyes followed his brother across the parking lot as he got into his
shiny blue car. "I'm sorry he hurt you, and that he's such an ass sometimes-
" he trailed off and looked back down at him after a moment, still trying to
gently lift him up without rushing him.
Sam managed to get to his feet and scoop up his backpack as Gabriel turned
around. Sam shrugged, shooting him a small smile. "The best brothers are,"
They stood there, albeit awkwardly, for a few beats before Sam cleared his
throat and checked his phone.
"I should probably get back to school. 5th period starts in less than 20
minutes-"
Gabe smiled. "Or, to make it up to you in some small way, we could go grab some
pizza."
Sam blinked, more than once. "Uh," he rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.
"How long would that take?"
Gabriel rolled his eyes, but stifled a laugh. "You and your books, kiddo,"
Sam crossed his arms, letting the flannel shirt stretch across his biceps.
"What's wrong with liking books?"
"The kind of books you like are absolute shit,"
Sam raised an eyebrow skeptically but cracked a smile. "What, learning about
'The Art of War' bores you?"
Gabriel's body shook with silent laughter, his golden eyes glinting with joy as
he looked at Sam. "I'm bored already,"
Sam smiled, unfurling his arms and running a hand casually through his long
brown hair. He managed to stare at Gabriel without acting too creepy before the
Milton turned to look his way.
His hair was a combed head of honey-brown locks, some managing to defy the laws
of gravity and every hair product know to man by sticking up. His short stature
made Sam feel more at ease, but his attitude and mischievous demeanor managed
to make up for that. His sharp tongue and upturned lips always caused Sam to
smile inwardly, as if the prankster were smiling just because of him. And his
eyes were piercing rays of gold, with flecks of brown mixed in.
If you gave Sam a multiple choice question pertaining to Gabriel, saying that
a) he was beautiful, b) he was charming, c) he was flawless, or d) all of the
above, Sam wouldn't miss a beat.
"Sam?"
He blinked, feeling a blush creep up his neck and settle in his cheeks as he
looked down. "Sorry,"
He saw in his peripheral vision that Gabriel only shrugged. "I'm not
complaining,"
There was that smile spreading across his lips that only Gabriel could pull
from him.
"So," Sam glanced up as Gabe flashed him that devious smile and spoke. "What's
your favorite kind of pizza pie?"
 
«§»
 
"Whitman?"
Sam munched on the crust of the current piece of pepperoni pizza on his plate.
"Hmm, I don't think so."
Gabriel scoffed. "You're kidding? A history buff like you and you haven't read
Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass? These are the kind of non-shitty books I need
to get you into,"
Sam laughed, his cheeks flushing with another blush. "Transcendentalism doesn't
exactly float my boat."
Gabe leaned forward, his eyebrow wagging suggestively. "What does float your
boat?"
Sam paused, trying to decide if this constituted as flirting or not. "Well, I'd
have to say that Romeo and Juliet is a beautiful piece that incorporates both
an aspect of love and tragedy, though it is a well-known classic." Sam managed
the best wink he could muster. "There's always something exciting in the way
Shakespeare writes something so horrific and yet he remained a brilliant
bachelor."
The other man choked on his drink, sputtering as they both tried to contain
their laughter.
Gabe finally took a deep breath. "You know, you're not bad Sam. I never knew
about you. But you're not bad,"
Sam held up a finger. "That doesn't mean I'm that good though either-"
Gabe smiled, not deviously as if he were about to pick pocket you, but that
sweet smile Sam rarely saw. "Now, I didn't say that necessarily."
Sam leaned forward more in his chair, leaning his elbow on the table top. "So
what are you saying?"
Gabe leaned forward as well, until they were only a few inches apart. "Well,
you can take that anyway you'd like to Sam Winchester. Anyway at all,"
Sam smiled, not trying to act a part anymore, but finally deciding that this
couldn't be anything but flirting. "I will, Gabriel Milton, I will indeed."
Gabe smiled, and opened his mouth a few seconds later but another voice spoke
over him.
"Can I take that out of your way you two?" A sweet voice chirped and the two
men broke apart, the moment gone and forgotten.
"Oh, yes please." Gabriel said with a smile.
"Thank you," Sam pipped in.
The girl smiled at each of them and chuckled to herself as she walked away.
They leaned in again once she was gone.
"What was her deal?" Sam asked, his light tone returning without the presence
of anyone besides them.
"I have no idea. You'd almost think she were staring at two love birds or
somethin'."
They looked at each other and Sam stifled a laugh, glancing down at his drink
and stirring the straw. He glanced back up and put his head in his hand,
watching as Gabriel glanced out the window. He couldn't imagine a better ending
to a testing day.
"Sam-"
"Gabe,"
Gabriel looked over at him and looked back out the window, his demeanor
completely changed. "I, uh, think you should look outside."
Sam's smile fell, listening to the senior's advice and glancing out to where he
was looking. His stomach fell as he watched a black Chevrolet pull into the lot
and the Impala's break lights shut off.
He tried to swallow but his throat had shrunk to the size of a pin within the
last 10 seconds.
"What should we do?" Sam asked Gabriel, looking over at him, no longer thinking
about the flirting they'd been doing for the last half an hour.
Gabe let out a big puff of air, his cheeks ballooning out as he slowly watched
the driver shut the door and walk towards the shop's entrance. "Uh, run?"
Sam indulged in a small smile before Gabriel grabbed his wrist and pulled him
towards the back door.
Unfortunately, it didn't occur to Sam that Dean in fact worked at the exact
same pizza place and would not in fact walk through the front door where the
customers entered but the back door. It was also unfortunate that he had to be
holding hands with Gabriel Milton, who by any measure to Dean, was considered
'the enemy'.
They broke through the door only to turn the corner and run straight into Dean.
He lurched backward in surprise, but that was only momentarily before his face
took on a shocked look as he stared at the two of them, the senior holding
Sam's wrist as if he were branded to him.
Gabriel took the occasion to smirk at him before running off, Sam on his heels,
gently pulling his wrist from the prankster's hand. He glanced back at his
older brother, his apron clutched tightly in his hand, his eyes following their
every move. He continued to watch even as he slid into the passenger's side of
the cherry red pick-up truck, Dean's face growing more angry and confused as
they raced out of the lot and into traffic.
Gabriel laughed, slapping the steering wheel once before turning on some old
classic rock that blared through the quiet neighborhood they drove through. The
sounds coming from the speakers of the truck reminded Sam of the music that
Dean always played in the Impala. At this thought, he faced away towards the
window and stared at the passing trees that were in full color, bright greens
and yellows that should have made him happy with there spring-ness, but didn't.
Something was wrong with him. He would never have done that, never ran past his
brother with nothing more than a smile with no explanation. He was always the
one to think things through before he did something, not act irrationally. He
had never had Dean look at him like he had as they'd pulled out, never seen him
so disappointed in all his life. Even when dad drank too much, Dean never
looked like that. He was certainly angry, but at this point he expected it.
The look Sam had seen in that side mirror was one of disgust, utter confusion,
and disappointment. He couldn't deal with any of those things when his brother
felt them, but especially when it was directed at him.
"Hey," he heard Gabriel say, the music fading to nothing, the zip of the truck
slowed.
Sam glanced over, feeling his eyes mist up. He was a disappointment to his
brother, and what he was doing was a disappointment.
"You okay?"
He shook his head once, hearing Gabe pull off onto some side road. He glanced
up to see that they were in the middle of no where, outside of the city limits
near farms. Apparently he had been in such deep thought he hadn't bothered to
pay attention.
"Tell me,"
Sam managed to take in a shaky breath, but he couldn't talk. He couldn't find
the words, couldn't catch his breath enough. Besides, his voice would come out
a shaky mess if he tried to say anything at this point.
"Sam?"
He managed to clench his jaw to keep in his emotions, shaking his head over and
over to show Gabe that he couldn't speak, couldn't do it.
"Okay." He heard him whisper in the driver's seat. After a moment or two he
heard the seat buckle unfasten and a hand covering his, his thumb rubbing in
slow circles. "Can I say something?" Sam glanced at his hand, but kept his eyes
downturned. "I think that you're an amazing person. I think that choosing to do
this for yourself, whatever that may be for you, is a good thing."
Sam blinked. Gabriel was simply trying to make him feel better. There really
wasn't any validity to his statements and even if there was, Sam wouldn't take
it to heart in the state he was in anyway.
"Sam. What your doing isn't wrong."
That wasn't true. If it wasn't wrong, Dean wouldn't have looked at him like he
had. If it wasn't wrong he wouldn't be talking himself out of it right now. If
it wasn't wrong he would have this churning in his gut that told him to stay
away, even if that wasn't what he wanted at all.
He found his voice then. Turning to Gabriel, he creased his brow. "It is
though. Our families are rivals in this town. I can't just start a relationship
with someone that's a Milton,"
Silence. He waited a moment for Gabriel to get angry and counter what he was
saying, but that didn't happen. Instead, he smiled, something soft and gentle
and fragile.
"What?" he asked quietly, realizing he was leaning towards him, holding his
hand in the same way he was holding Sam's.
Gabriel's smile deepened. "You said relationship,"
Sam creased his brow more. "What?"
"You said relationship,"
"That's only because you said it, too,"
"But I didn't,"
"What?"
"I never used that term. You did."
Sam's head was spinning. He tried to pull his hand from Gabriel's grasp, but he
held tight. He pulled harder, feeling tears sting his eyes for no reason. "Let
go," he said, the words sounding as if he was speaking underwater. "Stop this,"
"What do you want me to stop?" Gabe whispered.
Sam looked at him, not at all angry with Gabe but angry with himself for having
feelings for someone who had always been off limits, only now knowing that he
couldn't have him.
He felt arms wrap around him, his head burying into Gabe's shoulder and he let
himself go, no longer beating himself up for being a disappointment but rather
realizing that he wanted this, for himself and not for anybody else. And he
didn't care about the consequences or the disappointment that would follow.
His arms wrapped around him too and Sam pulled back gently, letting his eyelids
fall closed as his lips met Gabe's and something inside his chest burst open.
Right here, right now, he was happy with Gabriel Milton and nobody, not even
Dean, could stop him from loving him.
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