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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Isaac_Lahey, Scott_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Betting, slight_-_Freeform, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, video_games
      -_Freeform, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Sassy
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-24 Words: 2197
****** Heaven is a place on earth with you ******
by Laugh_at_the_girl_who_loves_too_easily, shakespeares_slut
Summary
     It's all fun and games until somebody bones - Cinderpaw
Stiles, Scott and Isaac were all sat in Stiles' bedroom with the television
from the living room in there as his father was on a hunting trip for a few
days. The televisions speakers were blasting that of guns and bombs. Scott was
screaming at Isaac because he had gotten in the way of his eyesight, so,
naturally, whilst those two were arguing Stiles was raking up his score. For
werewolves with heightened senses, god bless them, they sucked at video games
.They were planning on playing video games all day because they hadn’t been
able to do so because, you know, the Alpha pack. Stiles never planned for any
interruptions from an unwanted guest. Like Peter. Because, really, who else
would slip through Stiles’ open bedroom window not at all caring that he had
company?
Peter sat behind him on the bed he was leaning against. Stiles' head was
practically against Peter's crotch.
“Just came to check on you as the Alpha's haven't so much as blinked and who
knows why they haven’t gutted any of you yet.”
“Well, aren't you just a fun little lollipop triple dipped in psycho?” Stiles
spat.
“Thank you Stiles, it's lovely to see you too.” Peter chuckled. “What are you
young ones up to?”
“Video games, are you blind?” Scott bellowed in anger as Stiles shot him in the
head. The young boy thrust his fist in the air in triumph and did a small
wiggle as a dance of victory.
“Keep that up, Stiles, and I’ll show you a joystick.” He whispered in Stiles'
ear in a sultry tone before he traced his ear with his tongue. Obviously the
other wolfs heard it and Peter knew they would but he could not careless. He
couldn’t care any less that Scott physically gagged at what he said nor could
he give a damn that Isaac looked vaguely embarrassed and slightly turned on.
The colour that Stiles turned could only be described as a bright cherry
colour, he froze up and he could no longer concentrate. All he could think
about was how close his head was to Peter's dick. That a 360 degrees angle
would mean he could unzip his trousers and shove his....no bad, Stiles, bad! He
shivered as Peter's fingers moved about at the base of his neck, tracing his
hair line.
“Peter, can you stop? And leave. No one likes you.” Scott scowled as Stiles was
still beating him even though he was distracted.Very Regina George of you
,Scott.
“I'm an acquired taste.” Peter rolled his eyes dramatically, putting extra
emphasis into the word 'taste' and aimed it directly at Stiles. One of the few
things that Stiles and Peter had in common was that they both loved games. This
is what this was. A game. Of wits and endurance. That’s it. He was evil nearing
on sociopathic but it was fun. The boy didn’t like to show weakness and it
brought a smile to his face to see him uncomfortably aroused.
Whilst Stiles leant forward getting too into the game, his tongue poking out,
Isaac was on his feet bouncing up and down (like that actually would help, it
would hinder it most likely) and Scott's knuckles were turning white, the
controlling looked like it was going to snap into two.
“Why don’t you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma?” Stiles
snorted just before Peter slid down edge of the bed and pulled Stiles against
his chest with his thighs pressed against the boy’s sides, earning a yelp and a
blush. He would be lying if he didn’t admit that the blood was rushing
downwards especially when Peter placed a small kiss against the side of his
neck, where his jugular was which soon turned to a nip drawing a loud moan out
of Stiles’ throat which he didn’t feel coming, at all.
The smile that Stiles' felt against his neck could only be described as like
The Joker from Batman. Scott's eyes were as wide as saucers at hearing a moan
from his best friend whom was like a brother whereas Isaac was similarly shock
but also unsure of how to react. Yet they were winning for the first time the
whole game. Woo! The trio made a bet in the beginning before they began that
whoever lost had to chug a bottle of syrup and snort grounded black pepper.
Yuck would be an understatement. And Scott was so determined to not have to do
that that he would allow Stiles to be gotten off by a man twice his age.
“Peter.” Stiles stuttered and gasped as his fingers traced little tracks on his
hip where his shirt was raised. And what it did to Peter was indescribable, his
wolf was howling at him to take the boy then and there. The younger boy was no
longer staring at the screen, his head leaning against Peter's shoulder as he
bit his lip to stifle his sensitivity to touch.
He was the only person to ever touch himself sexually and he was touch starved.
He hungered for touch. He was famished and Peter was more than willing to
fulfil him.
“Yes, baby?” Peter purred and the way it rolled off his tongue made Isaac
shiver.
“Scott, I gotta leave, I can’t do this.” Isaac whined as he threw the
controller down and tripped out of the bedroom door.
“If you leave, it means you lose.” Scott called out after he paused the game
before he chased him down the stairs leaving the two alone. Peter smirked as he
dug his wolf teeth into the crook of Stiles' neck where it met his collarbone.
Marking him. Making him his. Stiles' long fingers were wrapped around the back
of his neck caressing as his hips jutted in need. The older man twisted his
head downwards so his lips met the boy who lay on him. It was not comfortable
for either of them but oh.my.god. Did Stiles like the feel of Peter's thick
hard on against his ass? Hell fucking yes. Peter leaves one teasing kiss on
Stiles' lips, pulling back momentarily then lowering his head again, swiftly
teasing his lips apart with just a flick of the tip of his tongue. Stiles
chuckled and Peter kisses him, slow and steady, tilting his head more as it
deepens. Their tongues meet in a playful little dance that makes the hairs on
the back of Stiles' neck stand up. The hands on Stiles' hips tightened and
pulled him closer and harder against him. Stiles moaned into his mouth.
“We shouldn't be doing this.” Stiles gasped for air when Peter pulled away.
“Oh I’m sorry, would you like to get off me then?”
Stiles shook his head violently nearly getting whiplash as he got onto his
knees pushing Peter's legs flat on the floor before he straddled his lap
wrapping his long legs around Peter's waist. This is when Peter decided to
change positions even though Stiles had put a hell load of effort into getting
into it. He kept Stiles' legs around his waist and placed the boy on his back
grinding his hips down against him. Stiles scratched lines into the werewolf's
back. Well he would have been if they didn't heal straight away.
 Stiles' hands trembled as he attempted to undo Peter's belt, he’s finger
unable to steady. The older man above him was incredibly hard and the scent of
the boy that filled the room was driving him insane. He pushed Stiles' hands
out the way and broke his belt before he rushed out of his trousers discarding
them without a worry of where they landed. He ripped his shirt into two, the
buttons flying over the room clanging off of everything in its radius. He then
pulled off Stiles' boxer which such force his whole lower half was lifted with
him.
“Are you really going to fuck me on the floor when the bed is right there?”
Stiles panted slightly disgusted at Peter's laziness.
“Maybe I’d prefer to fuck you against the wall like my nephew so badly wants
to.” Peter snarled his eyes flashing blue before he grab the boy by his ass
cupping it gently until he decided to squeeze hard enough to make the boy beg.
He threw him onto his bed, watching his member bounce and twitch when he did.
His eyes were full of lust and hunger as he stepped out of his underwear.
“Condom, yay or nay, it’s I can't give you anything.”
“Hell fucking no.” Peter's eyebrows rose at his crudeness. He climbed on the
bed with the boy after he searched in the drawers next to the bed for lube, he
found a half empty bottle, the face he had was priceless. He like to
masturbate, he wasn’t surprised. Peter pressed a finger against the boy's plump
lips. Peter's eyes are closed like he's really enjoyed having his finger in
Stiles' mouth. When Stiles' pulls back, his mouth is all wet and slick and his
lips are swelling a little and his eyes open up and meet Peter's, and suddenly
Stiles feels tongue-tied and bites his lip and he must look totally dumb right
now, but Peter just takes a deep, loud breath and slides his index and middle
fingers into Stiles' mouth. There's a moment where Stiles leaves his mouth half
open and Peter can see his tongue move around his thumb and his lips are so
pink and wet Peter pushes his thumb in until Stiles wraps his lips tight around
it and sucks on it. It gets really sloppy after a while, with Stiles sneaking
glances at Peter's face and dragging his teeth over Peter's palm then going
back up to suck on his fingers like he can't decide what he wants to do most,
and then there's a desperate whine and Peter realizes it's him, and it's him
who's breathing like he's been running for miles, Stiles swallows the saliva
around his fingers before letting go of them with a gross popping sound. Peter
thought about asking the younger boy to spread his legs but he much preferred
his latter idea. The older Hale began a trail of kisses and bites from Stiles'
ankle up to his incredibly soft inner thigh causing his to voluntarily spread
his legs as wide as he could. Peter’s hand moved away from his cock, eliciting
a small desperate whine from him that Stiles would forever deny, and prodded at
his entrance with a lubricated finger. Peter pushed in, just a knuckle,
lubricated and slick, and Stiles' muscles clenched wildly around it, pleasure
receding slightly at the weird feeling.
Stiles' head snapped up in a choked gasp as the finger twisted inside of him.
Peter's finger bent and curled in tight heat, the soft gasps spurring him on.
It wasn't until Stiles pushed against his fingers that he took them out,
lubricating his member with more than enough of Stiles' blue raspberry
flavoured lubricant (which why did he have a flavoured lubricant?) on his cock.
Stiles cried out, feeling the large length entering his body and tears formed
in the corners of his eyes. Peter wiped them away and stopped moving, trying to
let Stiles relax and get used to it. He would be lying if he answered 'no' when
someone asked if he took away some of the pain when he figured out how much it
hurt him. He placed a kiss on the boy’s forehead before he began to kiss him
again to keep his mind off of the pain. The pace started out slow. Peter would
thrust in and pulled out, trying not to hurt the younger boy. Stiles would moan
with every thrust, trying to get Peter to go deeper. The speed quickened and
soon it was frantic and rough and the bed creaked and rattled with how fast
Peter was going. His claws were digging into Stiles' bed tearing holes into it
which would annoy the younger boy later, because how do you explain that? But
at the moment he was in euphoria, moaning like a whore loud enough the
neighbourhood could hear and lord knows how far away Isaac and Scott had to be
so they couldn’t hear.
"Don't stop. Please. Don't."
Stiles' cock bobbed between them, smearing droplets of cum across his own
stomach. Stiles was overstimulated and Stiles felt like he actually might pass
out. He came all over himself and Peter. It was not long after Peter's thrusts
became shallow before he came inside of Stiles, his cum leaking out of him and
on to the bed. He was going to collapse onto him it was the first time he had
proper sex in six years and lord was he worn out. Yet first he grabbed his
ripped shirt and wiped Stiles and himself before he slipped under the covers
the boy’s head rested on his chest listening to his heartbeat pound. Peter
grasped the younger boy’s wrist pressing it to his mouth, pausing for a moment
to see if Stiles would resist, then he embedded his teeth into the soft flesh.
Mine.
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 a Hershey's
bar. "Here. You can have this if you want."
Gabe looked at Sam like he was the most precious thing in the universe, before
grabbing the Hershey's bar and tearing it open. "Mm, Samalam, you are a gift
from the gods."
Sam smiled, amused by the boy's appreciation for the candy. "What year are you
in?" He asked inquisitively.
"Going into Junior year. Dean said you'd be a freshman, so I'm a couple of
years older than you. But the high school's pretty small, so we'll have things
like Sport together anyway. Well, we would if you didn't look quite so
physically fit."
Sam blushed at the compliment, ducking his head aside. "There're really that
few people? There would have been several thousand if I went to the school I
was supposed to."
Gabe whistled. "Several thousand? Jeez. Well, at Heaven High, there're a couple
of hundred of us. Most people take the same classes, have the same teachers,
and Advanced Placement is all that actually exists for some subjects because
most kids are stupidly intelligent. But it's not all that bad. Ignore Raphael
and try not to piss off Uriel and you're all set."
They had almost reached the river, and Sam noticed a group of twenty odd other
teenagers all sat on the banks. His eyes focused in on Dean, sat beside a kid
with messy black hair and an enormous tan trenchcoat. The two were both holding
cigarettes.
"Who's that with Dean?" Sam asked, pointing him out to Gabriel.
Gabriel laughed. "That's Castiel. Weird kid. One of my cousins, although we
don't mix together that much. Figures him and your brother would get on."
Before Sam could investigate further, a group of teenagers detached themselves
from the others and wandered over to himself and Gabe.
"This is the other Winchester then? I'm Balthazar, and this is Madison, Lisa,
Crowley, Benny and Ruby." The buy speaking was blond, and to Sam's surprise,
had a European accent.
"I'm Sam." He replied, although he had a feeling everyone knew his name anyway.
Balthazar nodded, turning to Gabriel. Sam considered joining in, but Madison
started speaking before he could.
"Fancy joining us for lunch? We're just going to grab some chips from the diner
or something."
"I think you're brother's coming to – that is, if he can detach himself from
Castiel." Ruby added.
"Detach himself?" Sam asked, confused.
The group laughed. "I'm fairly certain," Crowley interjected – like Balthazar,
he had a foreign accent, "That your brother has a little crush on our Castiel.
And Castiel reciprocates. It's about time that boy found some action."
Everyone else seemed to agree.
Sam hadn't had any inkling that his brother was gay – if he girls he often
stumbled upon Dean with were any indication – but he supposed he could be
bisexual. It was certainly true that him and Castiel already looked strangely
close.
"Sure, I'll come." Sam decided, before feeling in his pockets. "I might need to
ask Dean for some money though."
Ruby waved him off. "Don't bother. I'll pay, I just had my allowance. Just buy
me lunch in the cafeteria on Monday or something in return."
Sam nodded gratefully. "I can do that."
Ruby smiled, before nudging Benny in the ribs. "You go and get the loverboys,
I'll round up Meg and Alastair. I don't suppose anyone knows where Michael and
Lucy are?"
"Michael's working." Crowley commented. "Lucy's probably off her face in a
ditch somewhere. I should probably go and look for her, actually, or Michael
will kill me."
As the group dissipated, Sam turned to Gabriel and Balthazar to find they were
already looking at him.
"So," Balthazar smiled, "Welcome to Heaven."
Sam found himself smiling back. Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad here after all.
***** Get With You *****
Chapter Summary
     New romance blooms, and Sam bumps into someone unexpected.
Sam looked up at the sign proclaiming 'Heaven High School' and shook his head.
This could not be the school. High schools were crowded, bustling places
comprising of a dozen odd concrete buildings with massive sports facilities out
the back. There might be benches out front to sit on or a tarmac playground,
but the general layout was the same everywhere. Or so he had thought.
Heaven High seemed to consist of two large, brick buildings with a steel
walkway joining them. It was surrounded by the same hilly fields and clumps of
trees that encased the entire town, and from what Sam could see, there was a
single athletics track and a football pitch and that was about it. He couldn't
even see an area for baseball or a hall for basketball. Shaking his head, he
turned to Dean to complain.
"What even is this place?" He asked.
Dean just grunted in response. "It's a hellhole, Sammy, just like any other
school. Now, I said I was gonna meet Cas, so will you be OK from here?"
Sam wanted to say no. He didn't like it here – it didn't feel comfortable, it
was too small and quite and generally unsettling. He also had no idea where he
was going. But he was a freshman now, he didn't need his brother babying him
all the time. So he nodded, and Dean smiled gratefully before slouching off out
of sight.
Sighing, Sam shouldered his bag before setting off towards the school. He
barely got two paces before someone tapped him on one shoulder.
Spinning around, he noticed a petite blonde girl stood behind him, a beaming
smile on her face. Sam took an instant liking to her.
"Lost?" She asked kindly.
Sam gave a friendly grimace. "That obvious?"
She laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Sam couldn't help but admire
the way it glinted in the sun. "Don't worry, it always feels weird when you
first get to this town. I arrived two years ago, and I still can't believe the
size of this place. The middle school was like a nursery. But it's fine,
everyone's lovely so you'll settle in soon enough. I'll take you to reception."
Sam fell into step beside the girl and listened as she babbled on about life.
By the time he reached the reception block, tucked away behind yet another
clump of trees, he had learnt the girl's entire life story. Or rather, that was
what it felt like. Her name was Jess, she was a freshman just like him but she
knew her way around because she had been taking cello lessons here for a year.
She had moved to Heaven two years ago because her dad got a job at the local
bank, but she used to live in California. Her aim was to return to California
and go to Stanford for university – an ambition which Sam shared. This
revelation made Jess proclaim him 'the coolest guy ever' and announce that he
had to sit with her and her friends and lunch.
Sam couldn't help but feel enamoured with the spritely little blonde, and from
the covert glances she kept shooting him, he wondered if she felt the same way.
Not that he felt prepared to act on it yet.
The reception building was as quiet as the rest of the school, but the stern
looking receptionist fished out two schedules with minimal prompting and didn't
even make Sam fill out any pesky forms. He couldn't help but smile when he
compared his schedule with Jess's.
"Hey, we have almost identical classes!"
Jess grinned. "I think there're only two sets of freshman classes, so that was
fairly likely to happen. We just have opposite Physical Education and Creative
English periods."
Sam was glad for that stroke of good luck. True, he had made a few friends
yesterday, but most of them were a bit older than him, so it was nice to know
that he had at least one person he could work with in lessons.
A bell rang, and Jess slipped her hand into Sam's. Startled, it took him a few
seconds to realise that she was speaking to him.
"We have to get to class now. We have AP Algebra I first, that's just down the
hall from here."
Jess practically dragged Sam down the corridor, despite her slight build. Her
excitement was contagious, and by the time they sat down for their first class
(next to each other, Sam was pleased to note) he was feeling much happier about
the day ahead.
It was good that he had her to support him, because their algebra teacher was
none other than Gadriel.
His name was Mr. Novak, but there were so many Novak's in this school (they
really did practically run the town) that teachers were known by their first
names. He was a slave driver. He took an instant interest in Sam for some
unknown reason and spent the entire period leering at him and asking him to
demonstrate increasingly complex equations. Sam was bright, and most of it he
could either remember from his last school or work out, but on the few
occasions he slipped up Gadriel blew up like a miniature volcano.
Sam didn't think he had ever escaped from a lesson faster than he ran out of
there when the bell went.
"Blimey, I've never seen a teacher that angry before!" Jess exclaimed, bouncing
down the corridor beside him.
"He really has got it in for you." A quite boy interjected. Sam smiled down at
the boy.
"I'm Sam, Sam Winchester. And you are?"
"Kevin Tran. And this is Garth." He gestured to the boy beside him, who seemed
to have got dressed with his eyes closed – either that, or he had the worst
fashion taste Sam had ever seen. He also seemed to have a sock on one hand.
"He's a bit nuts," Jess whispered in his ear, "But he's a sweetheart. We all
love Garth."
All of them except Garth had AP U.S. History next, so they all sat together at
the front of the classroom. The other seat in the row was taken by a boy Sam
knew instantly was a Novak.
It was easy to tell the Novak kids, who had lived here all their lives, from
the assorted others. The Novaks wore smart, tailored clothes, sturdy yet
polished boots, and carried matching leather satchels instead of rucksacks.
They could all look very different, yet they all got the same confused, vacant
expression on their faces when they were thinking.
Sam hadn't spoken to any of the Novaks in his last class, but now he decided he
might as well make another new friend.
"Hey, I'm Sam. What's your name?"
The boy looked at him for a moment, almost judgingly, before holding out a
hand. "Ezekiel. Gabriel mentioned you yesterday."
Sam blinked in surprise. "He did?"
Ezekiel shrugged. "It's not every day you get new kids here, especially not
city kids like you. How do you like Heaven so far?"
Sam didn't want to offend Ezekiel, so he went for the diplomatic approach.
"It's alright. I expect it'll take some getting used to."
Ezekiel nodded, before turning to face the teacher as she walked into the room.
The rest of the lessons passed in a blur before finally, it was lunch time, and
Sam was waiting for Jess in the corridor by the changing rooms.
He was just glancing over his notes from Creative English when he felt a sharp
jab in his size.
"For the love of – oh, Gabriel! Hi!"
Sam was surprised that Gabriel had come up to him in school. He nursed his
injured side while Gabriel cackled and high-fived the guy next to him –
Balthazar.
"So, Sasquatch, how are you finding high school?" Gabriel asked.
"Small." Sam shot back. "And Gadriel already hates me."
Gabriel sucked in a breath at the mention of Gadriel. "You have Gadriel for
Algebra I? Ooh, good luck to you, kid. If he decides he hates you, you're done
for."
Sam could feel his hopes of a good GPA crumbling.
Gabriel then shrugged. "On the plus side, he's such a slave driver no-one ever
comes out of his class with a bad grade. Ever. Even the worst slackers get
their act together under him – and you don't seem like a slacker, kid." He
glanced at Sam's scribbled English notes.
At that point, Balthazar jumped in. "Gabriel, if we don't get to lunch now, all
the chips will be gone."
Gabriel gave a scandalised look. "No chips? Alright, Samalam, I'll see you
around." He paused. "I don't suppose you want to eat with us?"
Sam felt elated by the invitation – sitting with a Junior was quite the honor –
but at that moment, Jess emerged from the changing rooms and made a beeline for
him.
"It's alright, Jess said I could sit with her."
At the mention of her name, Jess looked between Sam and Gabriel with surprise.
"You guys know each other?"
Sam didn't know what she meant by that, but Gabriel was already shooting him a
wink and grabbing Balthazar's shoulder.
"Met the Sasquatch yesterday. But it's fine, I know when I'm not wanted. Have
fun, you two! Use protection!" With that crass comment, him and Balthazar
disappeared around the corner.
Sam could feel himself blushing. Was his little crush on Jess already that
obvious?
To his surprise, he found that Jess was blushing a little too. "Shall we go
then? I've heard this place does the best bean salad."
Sam nodded, before following Jess down the corridor again. On an impulse, he
slipped his hand into his, and felt his heart swell when she smiled up at him
and started to lead him back towards the cafeteria.
The end of the day arrived with a fresh burst on sunshine, beating down on
Sam's back as he trudged in from PE. Despite his protests, the teacher had
taken one look at his height and build and announced he was on their basketball
team. It didn't matter that Sam preferred track and knew from experience
basketball wasn't his thing – there were so few tall people at this school that
anyone above six feet could consider themselves a basketball player.
His six feet one inch and growing had never been a worse thing.
Chucking his usual jeans and shirt combination back on, Sam stuffed his sweaty
sports kit into his bag before jogging out to meet Dean so they could walk
home.
Instead, he found himself faced with a sight he never wanted to see again – his
brother with his tongue down Castiel's throat.
Ew.
Turning away from the grotesque image, Sam spotted Jess standing across the
courtyard and headed over to distract himself. She smiled and waved when she
spotted him approaching.
"You alright? You look mentally scarred." She commented.
Sam shuddered. "I may have just found my brother sticking his tongue down
Castiel Novak's throat. They day after they met. He moves fast, I'll give him
that, but they could at least try to keep PDA to a minimum."
Jess looked shocked. "Really? Castiel Novak? I almost thought that kid was
asexual."
Sam raised his eyebrows. "Well, obviously not."
Jess placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Well, at least now you have
something to tease him about. Do you know your way home? If you want, I can
walk back with you, I doubt we live that far away from each other."
"Do you mind?" Sam had a feeling he sounded pathetically grateful but he didn't
really care. Besides, this was another chance to get to know the gorgeous Jess.
The more they spoke to each other, the more he realised that he wanted more
than just friendship with her.
Jess shook her head. "Of course I don't! I normally walk with Kevin, but he's
staying behind for some library project so I don't have anyone to walk with
anyway. I can't exactly leave you to walk alone when you've only lived here for
a day. You might turn at the wrong clump of trees and find yourself in the
river."
Sam laughed, dropping a quick text to Dean just in case he surfaced for long
enough to worry (he probably wouldn't) before falling into step beside Jess to
walk home.
He didn't notice Gabriel Novak staring after him with a slightly wistful look
on his face.
As it turned out, him and Jess lived on neighbouring streets barely two minutes
walk from each other. Deciding to bite the bullet, he invited Jess to spend
some time at his house before heading home.
"It's not like you live far away," He argued, "And judging by Dean's display,
he won't be home any time soon. My dad's unlikely to appear before the pub
closes."
Jess agreed with a smile and a twirl of her hair, and five minutes later found
them both sat on the sofa watching a documentary about birds.
"You know, you wouldn't believe that you only moved in yesterday." Jess
commented, glancing around the house. "I've lived here for two years ago and
this place has more personal touches."
Sam shrugged, glancing at the photos adorning the walls. "I think my dad's
trying to make up for dragging us so suddenly away from our old life. Making it
as close to the old apartment as possible. You can't recreate the noise and
feel of a city though."
"Tell me about it." Jess replied, moving so her feet were laying across Sam's
lap.
They stayed that way for a while, watching the documentary in silence. When it
ended, switching to a comedy show neither of them had ever heard of, Sam
switched the TV off.
"I should probably get back." Sam really hoped he wasn't imagining the regret
in Jess's voice.
"Oh." He replied. "Well, this was fun. We should do it again some time."
Jess grinned. "How about Saturday? My parents are going out for the day, we
could watch a couple of movies or something."
Sam grinned back. "That sounds awesome. I'll check with my dad, but I doubt
he'll care."
"It's a date." Jess brushed her hands almost expectantly over her skirt and
smiled up at Sam.
Unable to resist, Sam leant down and gently captured Jess's lips with his own.
She tasted sweet and innocent, and he thought he could drown in the amazing
sensations she created.
They moved apart slowly, happiness surging out of Jess's eyes.
"I guess I'll see you in school tomorrow then?" She asked, picking up her bags
and jacket.
"I can walk with you to school, if you want. Which number is your house?" Sam
hoped he wasn't being too forward, but it would be much better walking to
school with Jess than dealing with a grumpy, lovestruck Dean.
"Eleven. The one with the red door. Seven thirty?"
"I'll be there."
Jess grinned up at him one last time, stole a quick kiss, then let herself out
of the house.
When Dean came back half an hour later, his clothes skewiff and a sappy
expression on his face, Sam couldn't even find it in him to complain.
***** You Are My Heaven *****
Chapter Summary
     Jess and Sam's first date. Sam swears Gabriel is stalking him.
Saturday rolled around faster than Sam was expecting, and he found himself
internally panicking as he prepared to go on his first date with Jess.
After some discussion, they had decided just to lounge around Jess's house and
watch a few Marvel movies because they shared an obsession. However, Sam didn't
want to turn up in the ordinary clothes he wore to school every day. He wanted
to impress her. He really thought that this relationship with Jess could work
long term – and he knew he wanted it to. But how exactly did you go about
dressing nicely for a movie date without looking like you had tried too hard?
A few years ago, Sam might have gone to Dean for help. Dean was notorious for
sleeping with anything that moved, and the fact that he always seemed to be
able to pull made him an obvious choice for advice. But Dean had spent the last
few days attached to Castiel, and he still wasn't home after going to Castiel's
house last night.
Sam really didn't want to think about what they had been doing there.
Realising he was running out of time, Sam grabbed his nicest pair of jeans and
a black shirt which hugged his chest before quickly dressing and running
downstairs. He passed his dad, who was asleep on the sofa for some reason, and
quickly scribbled a note explaining that he was going out so his dad didn't
panic when we woke.
Not that John would panic to find either of his sons missing. Back in the city,
they had both spent most weekends and many schooldays out with various friends
(or in Dean's case, dealers). But still, this wasn't the city, and Sam didn't
think either him or Dean had mentioned any of their friends to John yet.
Finally ready, Sam checked his pockets to ensure he had his keys, wallet and
phone before heading out of the house.
It was late morning, but there was a chill in the air and Sam found himself
wishing that he had grabbed his jacket. Fortunately, it was only a couple of
minutes to Jess's house and Sam already knew the shortcuts having walked with
Jess to school for the past few days.
Sam shivered as he tapped the knocker against Jess's door. Glancing around, he
was surprised how quiet it was – Heaven never had the hustle and bustle of a
city, but there always seemed to be people walking their dogs or just wandering
around for seemingly no reason. Today, however, the entire town seemed to be
asleep. Sam couldn't help but wonder if there was something happening that he
didn't know about.
The door swung open, and Sam grinned as Jess flung her arms around his neck (he
bent down so she could reach) and gave him a quick kiss.
"You look cold," She commented as she led him inside, into a room with an
almost identical layout to Sam's own sitting room. "Do you want a jacket? I'm
sure my dad wouldn't mind if you borrowed one of his."
Sam shook his head, sitting down on a cream leather couch and glancing around.
"I'll be fine. It's just cold outside, that's all."
Jess smiled, walking back over with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands. "This
should warm you up."
Sam accepted the cup gratefully, pecking her on the cheek in thanks. "You're
amazing."
"I know." She replied jokily, sitting down and resting her head against his
chest. Sam curled one arm around her body protectively, relishing in her
warmth.
"My parents are out until about eleven," Jess commented, "So we have the entire
day to ourselves."
Sam grinned. "Do we now?" He asked, trying to sound seductive. "And how exactly
do you propose we fill all of that time?"
Jess swatted him playfully, sitting up and grabbing the TV remote next to her.
"Stop it, you. Honestly, boys really do have a one-track mind."
That hadn't been what Sam was suggesting, but now Jess had put the thought in
his head it wouldn't go away. Sam willed his rising erection to go away before
Jess noticed. Now was not the time for that – they were fourteen and had only
been dating for a few days. Unlike his brother, Sam did have some restraint.
Having put the first DVD – Iron Man – into the DVD player, Jess resumed her
position against Sam's chest. It was surprisingly comfortable, lying against
the sofa with her weight against him, and Sam hoped that he didn't fall asleep.
However, his comfort was disturbed when Jess started a running commentary on
the attractiveness of Robert Downey Jr. Sam had to admit, he could see the
appeal, but it still caused a surge of jealousy that his new girlfriend was
showing interest in another man – celebrity or not.
"He's a little old for you." He whispered into her ear, watching as her face
contorted slightly from irritation.
"Meh, age. It's such an annoying thing." She twisted to face Sam. "I guess I'll
just have to make do with you." She mock sighed, and Sam pounced.
Surging forward, he captured her lips and moved his hands to carefully support
her back. As their tongues danced, he lowered her down until he was hovering
above her, his body inches from her own. Her hands moved up and down his arms
and he shivered, moving to press light kisses along her jawline and down her
neck.
They had kissed multiple times since their first kiss the day they met, but
never having been alone, they had limited themselves to short, chaste things.
This was different. Sam could feel his arousal increasing, and judging from the
noises Jess was making beneath him, she was in a similar state.
Reluctantly, he pulled back before he ended up going too far. Jess made a small
noise of disapproval before seeming to come to her senses and lightly push Sam
away. He sat up, watching a little nervously as she smoothed down her hair and
straightened her rumpled lace top.
Seeing his wary expression, she smiled reassuringly. "I take it back." She
stated, her voice a little higher than usual, and Sam felt a surge of happiness
and possessiveness and she settled back against him to resume watching the
movie.
When it finished, Sam offered to take Jess to the local diner for lunch.
"As long as I can pay." Jess replied, slipping a cropped red jacket on. "You're
borrowing a jacket too, or you'll freeze."
Sam tried to protest, but Jess was insistent and five minutes later he found
himself wandering towards the diner with a slightly-too-small navy jacket
stretched over his shoulders.
The town seemed to have woken up in their absence, and the diner was nearly
full when the pair sat down at a table in the corner. Sam recognised a few
people from school sat around chatting, and he gave a friendly wave to Ezekiel
from his history class. Jess, meanwhile, squealed excitedly at the sight of
another girl and waved her over with much more enthusiasm than was necessary.
"Sam, this is Charlie Bradbury. She was ill last week so I couldn't introduce
you at school. Charlie, this is my boyfriend, Sam Winchester."
Sam grinned when Jess referred to him as her boyfriend, holding out a hand for
Charlie to shake.
Instead, Charlie gave him a swift hug before turning back to Jess.
"So, I was marathoning Buffy while I was ill, and guess what? I've lost the
second disk of season six. My life is over! I can't even find a replacement at
the local store."
Sam almost laughed at Charlie's distraught expression – although he had to
admit, he would feel the same way if he ever lost one of his books.
Jess gave a comforting smile. "There has to be one on Amazon. It'll be fine."
"It isn't fine! Amazon takes ages to deliver, and anyway, this is like the
original collector's edition. The DVD might not have matching artwork if I get
it off the internet!" Charlie's eyes widened at this seemingly horrific
prospect.
Jess rolled her eyes. "Look, just ask the dude in the store then, and he'll
order it in for you. I bet he can get matching artwork. In the meantime, just
watch the episodes on the internet or something."
Charlie pursed her lips in thought.
Jess turned back to Sam, who was still trying to conceal his amusement. "She
gets a little obsessive over her books and TV shows. She even goes LARPing and
stuff. But we've been best friends since I arrived here, so I can forgive her
for that."
At that point, they were distracted by the arrival of the waitress, and Charlie
whispered something to Jess before leaving. Quickly ordering himself a salad
and a glass of fresh orange juice, Sam tried to make sense of Jess's comments
about Charlie.
"What's LARPing?" He asked finally.
Jess laughed. "Be glad she wasn't here when you said that. She almost murdered
me when I asked the first time. Live action role-playing, it's basically adults
dressing up as fictional characters then acting out scenes and stuff. It's
pretty cool, she's taken me along a few times. But Charlie gets way more into
it than I ever could."
Sam nodded, secretly resolving to never get involved.
The food arrived quickly, and conversation flowed as the two picked at their
salads. The diner around them seemed to disappear until Sam was brought back
into the real world by a tap on his shoulder.
"Hey, kiddo!" An enthusiastic voice greeted, and Sam rolled his eyes when he
noticed it was Gabriel.
"It's official. You stalk me." He commented, noticing Jess's surprise. For the
past few days, Sam had bumped into Gabriel at least once every day, despite the
fact that they had no classes together (Gabriel being two years older) and
Gabriel living on the other side of town.
Gabriel laughed. "Or it could be you stalking me, Sasquatch. I've been here for
an hour already, you were just too busy making goo-eyes at your girlfriend to
notice."
Sam blushed, and Jess glanced back and forward between the two of them with
confusion.
"Jealous much." She stated, causing Sam to frown and Gabriel to laugh once
again.
"Not in the slightest, Jessy girl, don't worry your pretty little head. Sammy
here is just fun to tease." Gabriel's voice didn't sound as upbeat as it should
have, but Sam ignored it, pushing his empty plate away.
"Well, Gabriel, it was lovely seeing you, but I should take Jess home now." Sam
decided not to mention that they were spending the entire day together – he had
a strange feeling that Gabriel wouldn't like it.
Gabriel nodded. "Like a true gentleman. I suppose I might see you at the meet
tomorrow?"
"The meet?"
"A load of us go down to the river every Sunday to chill out. You saw us last
week. You should come along again, it'll be fun. Lucy said she'd bring some
stuff so we could play baseball."
It did sound tempting. Sam looked at Jess. "Are you going?"
She shook her head. "I go to church on Sundays with my family. But you should
go if you want to, make some friends and all that."
Sam nodded. "OK. I might pop down at some point."
Gabriel grinned. "Great! Well, I'll see you tomorrow then, Sammywammy."
After Gabriel had left, Jess slipped her hand into Sam's and raised her
eyebrows. "I swear he has a crush on you."
Sam shrugged. "I doubt it, but it doesn't matter in any case. I'm with you."
When Jess still looked a bit put out, Sam leant down to press a quick kiss to
her lips. "Come on, let's get back to yours so you can drool over Robert Downey
Jr again."
Jess pouted. "I don't drool." She protested, and Sam just laughed, throwing
down some money before ushering her out of the diner.
They were halfway down the street before she realised that Sam had paid for her
food as well as his own.
"I can't let you pay for it!" She complained. "How much do I owe you?"
"Just let me pay. My treat. If it bothers you that much, you can pay next
time."
Jess reluctantly agreed, and soon enough the two were snuggled on the coach
again as she start of Iron Man II rolled across the screen.
"You know what's missing?" Jess peered up at Sam and he reluctantly turned away
from the screen.
"What?" He asked.
"Popcorn." She replied simply.
Sam smiled. "Is that a request?"
Jess just batted her eyelashes at him.
Sighing, Sam stood up and made his way into Jess's kitchen. He had never been
here before, but the layout was similar to the kitchen of his new house and it
was easy enough to find a microwaveable box of popcorn in the cupboard.
Once the popcorn was made, Sam crept up behind where Jess was on the sofa and
placed his hands over her eyes.
She squealed in irritation, pulling his hands away and glaring up at him. "What
was that for?"
Sam dropped down on the sofa and set the bowl of popcorn on the table. "Forcing
me to fetch popcorn for you." He joked.
Rolling her eyes, Jess grabbed a couple of pieces of popcorn and flicked one at
him, popping the other into her mouth. Sam dodged out of the way, throwing a
piece back. It stuck in Jess's hair, and she yanked it out before throwing it
back.
"This is war," Sam declared, before chaos ensued.
Popcorn went flying everywhere, all over the previously spotless room, and the
bowl ended up somewhere behind one of the couches. At some point Jess declared
a pillow fight as well, and ended up pinned under Sam who was holding her
wrists in one hand and a pillow in the other.
"Surrender," Sam growled, waving the pillow over her head.
Jess stuck her tongue out at him. "Never," She replied, before surprisingly
athletically twisting her body to reverse their positions.
"I am supreme." She declared.
Letting go of Jess's wrists, Sam leant up to kiss her, feeling her relax into
him as she did. Once she was sufficiently distracted he sat up, pulling her
with him until her back was against the arm of the sofa.
"Not quite." He replied, before resuming the kiss.
Jess opened her mouth as if to protest, but Sam slipped his tongue in and she
reciprocated without any hesitation.
When they finally emerged for breath, their faces were flushed and one of
Jess's hands had moved to the hem of Sam's shirt.
"We really ought to clean up before my parents get back." Jess sighed
reluctantly, her fingers playing with a loose thread.
"We have ages." Sam reminded her, running his fingers down her arm.
She shivered. "True." She replied. "But I want my parents to like you, and it's
going to take ages to clear up all that popcorn."
Knowing that she was right, Sam leant in for one more quick kiss before pulling
back and standing up.
"Where do you keep the vacuum cleaner?"
***** Let's Play A Lust Game *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean liked the look of Castiel when he first saw him. But he had to
     admit, he never expected this.
Chapter Notes
     Dean's POV - just to spice things up a bit. Warning - both Dean and
     Castiel are 15 here, so if you don't like underage sexual acts, skip
     this chapter.
When his family had randomly decided to relocate to Heaven, Dean had actually
felt relieved.
The city was stifling, full of idiots who always picked fights with him and
judgemental pricks who couldn't handle his attitude or bisexuality. He had
never cared about his education, mainly because he already had a job at Bobby's
scrap yard lined up after graduation (and graduation wasn't even required).
Consequently, Dean had found himself lumped in with the addicts and the
delinquents, the kids who would never pass school and didn't particularly care
anyway. For a while, he had tried to stay separate from them – but having no
friends was lonely, and if you can't beat them, join them.
John didn't really care what Dean did – he favoured Sam, the son with great
prospects and the 'right' group of friends. True, the two argued like cats and
dogs, but John had this respect for Sam that Dean wasn't privy to. So when Dean
had given in and slid off the rails, John wasn't there to pull Dean back on
again.
Dean saw this move as his chance to crawl back out of the hole he had dug
himself into. Not all the way – he would die before giving up his cigarettes or
actually trying at school – but at least he should be able to get out of
dealing in a new town where no-one knew he carried drugs.
Sam had shouted at Dean when he had shrugged off their move like he didn't
care, claiming that he was throwing his life away. Dean had struggled not to
admit everything to Sam then – that he owed money to the wrong people, that he
sold drugs to pay debts and that last month he hadn't been at a long sleepover
with a mate, he had been chucked in jail after being found stupidly drunk
collapsed on the streets. He had considered himself lucky to get off with just
a warning and a request to attend classes for alcoholics (although no way in
hell was that happening).
Even so, there was a difference between being relieved at escaping somewhere
and actually wanting to go to the new place.
When Dean had arrived in Heaven, tired and absolutely dying for a smoke, he had
instantly labelled the place as a dump. It was quiet, calm, and utterly boring.
This was the sort of town filled with religious assholes who would get at him
for his lifestyle more than the guys back home.
It hadn't helped that his mood was black because he couldn't find his lighter –
and he would be damned if he went back and had to beg one off John. Irritated,
Dean had stormed down the hill to try and find a store that might believe he
was a bit older than he was so he could buy a new one – and instead he had
found something that changed his opinion of the town forever.
Castiel.
Down in the valley beyond the town there was a small park – nothing special,
and too full of screaming little kids for Dean's liking. But there had also
been a crowd of teenagers, and one of them had caught Dean's attention straight
away.
He had messy black sex-hair sticking up at all angles, and been dressed in a
long beige trench-coat that would have screamed 'paedophile' had the guy looked
more than sixteen. He was looking away, but he had an aura of toughness that
Dean hadn't expected – and best of all, the stream of smoke suggested that he
was smoking a cigarette.
His need for a smoke overriding any hesitation about approaching the guy, Dean
had plonked himself down beside him and pulled out a joint of his own.
"Got a lighter?" He asked, holding it out.
The guy turned, expressive blue eyes focusing intently on Dean. Dean felt
himself gasp – he had never seen eyes so blue, and he thought he could drown in
their gaze.
Holy crap. He was turning into a tween girl.
Finally, the guy's eyes flickered to the joint in Dean's hand and his lips
twitched.
"Is that cannabis?"
Dean frowned. "Is that a problem?" He asked, an edge to his voice.
The guy's mouth curved into a smile. "Not if you share." He held a lighter up
to the joint and lit it, before stuffing it into one of the coat's numerous
pockets. "I'm Castiel."
Dean took a drag, the heady mixture instantly soothing his nerves. "Dean
Winchester. Moved here today."
Castiel's eyes lit up in interest. "You're Dean Winchester? I'm impressed. I
was expecting someone... more hipster."
Dean was surprised. "You heard about me? The hell did you hear about me?"
Castiel laughed, taking a final drag from his cigarette before tossing it away.
"I'm a Novak. My family makes up about half the population of this place, so we
hear everything. One of my uncles is in charge of the removals company and my
second cousin runs the real estate. They mentioned your family at some family
dinner, but you sounded like a stuck up city kid. No offence."
Dean another drag from his joint before offering it to Castiel, who accepted it
with a smile. "Nah. I couldn't hang out with those kids, their taste in music
is crap. Not to mention their dress sense – who the hell wears ankle swingers
deliberately, for fucks sake."
Castiel grinned. "I like you, Dean Winchester."
"Must be my incredible good looks." Dean quipped, pulling out a proper
cigarette this time and gesturing to Castiel to pass the lighter.
Castiel took a drag from Dean's joint, his eyes raking Dean's body up and down.
"Well, they're certainly a bonus." He replied, winking before chucking the
lighter over.
Dean felt his heart rate increase. Was Castiel interested? Back in the city, it
was practically impossible to find someone willing to admit in an interest in
members of the same sex – but Castiel certainly seemed like he was checking
Dean out.
"You gay?" Dean asked, not one to worry about asking these things.
Castiel shrugged. "Bisexual, but I'm quite... selective. I don't just go around
dating anyone who looks at me a certain way."
Dean lit his cigarette and turned away. It didn't bother him to be rejected –
he was quite used to it. He barely knew Castiel anyway.
But Castiel wasn't finished. "For you, though, I might make an exception."
Dean turned back to Castiel, surprised. "Oh yeah?"
"Mmm." Castiel licked his lips.
A slow, seductive smirk made its way across Dean's face. "Well, baby, you're
going to have to try harder than that. Dean Winchester doesn't just fall for
anyone."
Castiel's eyes narrowed. "Is that a challenge, Winchester?"
Dean leant in, his face just inches from Castiel's.
"Well, if you don't think you can handle me..."
With a growl, Castiel grabbed Dean's face with one hand and gave him a fierce
kiss, the passion so strong it took all Dean's willpower not to just surrender
to it.
Castiel pulled back and looked at Dean's swollen lips and enlarged pupils.
"Why, Dean Winchester, I believe it would be you who can't handle me."
That was it. The game was on.
Dean didn't see Castiel again until the next day at school. He had considered
not bothering to go – the first day back was always awful, and at a new school
as a sophomore it was likely to be even worse. But Sam was walking to school
with him, so he figured he could go today – he just might not bother going for
the rest of the week.
He was glad he chose to go when he found himself ambushed and pinned against
the wall behind a clump of trees by a seductive looking Castiel.
"You're early." Castiel purred, and Dean could feel his eyes threatening to
close. That voice. It sounded like Castiel had eaten gravel for breakfast, and
Dean's dick was apparently very fond of the deep pitch. "I didn't expect you to
arrive early."
Dean struggled to keep his voice level, trying to flash a seductive smile back.
"My geek little brother insisted – and of course, it's worth it to tease you
again."
"Tease me?" Castiel's voice seemed to sink even lower, and Dean fought to stop
his knees trembling. "I think you'll find that it's my job to tease you."
With a surge of strength, Dean flipped around so that Castiel was pinned
against the wall instead of him. He pressed in, laying quick kisses along
Castiel's jawline until he reached one ear.
"You'll have to try harder than that." He whispered, running one hand down
Castiel's chest and stopping just above his crotch.
Castiel growled, his eyes flashing, and Dean winked at him before slipping
around the corner and joining the throng of people heading to class.
Apparently, the bell had gone off while they were outside and he had been too
preoccupied to notice.
The day passed smoothly, although Castiel kept appearing at random moments and
whispering inappropriate things in Dean's ears. By the end of the day, he had
taken to carrying a book in front at him at all times so his half-hard dick
didn't catch anyone's attention.
When the final bell rang, Dean almost raced out of class and slipped into the
hiding place he had discovered at lunch – in the grove around the bins – and
waited for Castiel.
Sure enough, a couple of minutes later Castiel appeared, a glint in his eyes
and his hair even messier than it had been earlier.
"I know you're here, Dean." He called, his voice rough. "I'm disappointed
you're giving up already."
Quick as a flash, Dean pinned Castiel against one of the trees, his eyes wild.
"Oh, I'm not giving up." He purred. "I'm just getting started."
Castiel relaxed, a smirk appearing on his face. "Get on with it then. I haven't
got all day."
Dean glared at Castiel, before surging in and claiming his lips in a kiss.
Really, calling it a kiss wasn't doing it justice. It was a clash of teeth and
tongue, a dirty battle of passion which neither boy was going to lose. Dean's
hands quickly moved to the front of Cas's trenchcoat, undoing all the buttons
to allow access to the clothes underneath. In return, Castiel's hands slipped
beneath Dean's leather jacket, nails raking down the back of his plaid shirt.
When the two needed to breath, Dean refused to stop kissing, instead moving to
lightly brush his lips down Castiel's neck, pausing just above his collarbone
to leave a hickey. Cas hissed, and Dean allowed himself to grin triumphantly
before he was pulled up to meet Castiel's lips once more.
"Do you want to take this somewhere else?" He asked in between kisses, his
voice coming out wrecked.
"Thought you would never ask." Castiel replied, practically pulling Dean away
from the school and down the road.
"Where are we going?" Dean asked, not recognising the area of town they were
going down.
"I know an empty house. My father owns it, he uses it as a retreat sometimes,
but he's at home now and no-one else ever goes there. I thought we could use
some alone time."
Dean felt a groan rising up in his throat. "You have the best ideas, Cas."
"Cas?" Castiel asked confused, slowing to a walk as the pair turned into a side
street.
"You don't like it?" Dean asked, concerned he'd overstepped the mark.
Cas stopped, before turning to Dean and giving him an absolutely filthy kiss.
"I love it." He murmured, before setting off at a run again.
It wasn't much longer before they reached a small, yellow-walled house, and Cas
pulled out a key before quickly unlocking the door and pulling Dean inside.
"Finally," He murmured, pushing Dean back against the door and resuming their
earlier kiss.
Castiel's trenchcoat was quickly discarded, along with Dean's jacket, and
Castiel groaned as he undid Dean's shirt to find a t-shirt underneath.
"Layers, dude. So many layers." Cas complained.
Dean laughed. "At least I'm not the with a fucking suit on." He replied,
pushing Castiel's suit jacket off his shoulders. "You're wearing a tie and
everything."
"Too much talking." Castiel growled in reply, finally working Dean's shirt off
and ripping the t-shirt off too.
Castiel quickly moved to layer kisses down Dean's body, and Dean moaned,
momentarily distracted from his task of removing Cas's shirt.
"Fuck, for someone who said he didn't do this much, you're fucking good at
this." Dean ground out, his head falling back against the door.
Castiel chuckled. "Wish I could say the same for you." He replied cheekily.
Dean lost it.
With a growl, he shoved Castiel back until his back met the sofa, before
pushing him down onto it and moving to crouch over him. Cas's shirt was
discarded and Dean moved down his chest, leaving hickeys in his wake, until he
reached the belt off Castiel's trousers.
"Off." He hissed, and Castiel obeyed, his long fingers undoing the buckle on
his belt and shoving the trousers down to his knees. Dean quickly started to
mouth at Cas through his boxers, pleased to note that he was already hard.
"Fuck, Dean, take them off... take them off goddamnit!" Castiel yelled, and
Dean smirked, refusing to give in to Cas's demands.
"Dean, if you don't finish undressing me right now, I won't reciprocate, and
I'll padlock your hands so you can't jack off either."
Dean paused. "You have handcuffs?" He asked inquisitively.
Castiel used the reprieve to pull his own boxers down, revealing his
impressive, already leaking dick.
"Shut the fuck up and blow me." He demanded.
Dean couldn't exactly deny that request.
Moving quickly, he wrapped one hand around Castiel's length before lowering his
mouth to the tip. He started giving kitten licks, teasing Castiel and enjoying
the frustrated moans he gave out, before finally moving the tip into his mouth
and sucking.
Castiel moaned, only avoiding bucking up with some serious restraint.
Dean moved his other hand to Castiel's hip to pin him there, before starting to
bob his head up and down, alternating the suction to figure out what Cas liked
best. Below him, Cas writhed, desperately trying to get Dean to take him down
further. Obliging, Dean relaxed his throat and carefully took down another
inch, enjoying the resultant moan that Cas gave out.
Dean only had a slight warning – a shout of "Dean!" – before Castiel was coming
down his throat, the bitter, salty taste making him cough slightly as Castiel
slid out of his mouth. He worked to swallow everything, making a face as he
licked the stickiness from around his mouth.
Cas had gone boneless, lying back against the sofa with a blessed-out look on
his face. Dean sighed as he felt his own hardness demand to be released.
Cas suddenly seemed to remember where he was, and with a strength that Dean
wasn't expecting he flipped them over so that he was on top.
"My turn." He commented, his voice shaky, before he dropped down and yanked
Dean's jeans and boxers off in one motion.
Cas's hands were slightly uncertain as they gripped Dean, and he wondered if
Cas had ever done this before – until his thoughts turned to mush as Castiel
took him halfway down in one motion.
"Holy- "
Dean's words turned into a jumbled mess as Castiel started moving, stroking
Dean's balls as his mouth slid up and down Dean's length.
It was an embarrassingly short time before Dean was coming, surging up off the
sofa with a yell as Castiel pulled back, leaving sticky white come all over his
face.
Had he been in any kind of coherent state, Dean would have found the sight
incredibly hot. As it was, he could only lie there as Cas went to fetch some
paper towels to clear up the mess.
"We should do this again some time." Were Dean's first words when he regained
the power of speech.
Castiel just smiled, curling up into Dean's side. And if the pair returned to
that house every day for the next week, that was no-one's business but theirs.
***** Even Heaven Has Secrets *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam joins the older kids for a day of baseball. But as lovely as they
     all seem, they still harbour secrets.
Sam felt a little out of place as he strolled down to the group of people
playing baseball.
He had considered not coming, ignoring Gabriel's request and just hanging out
at home all day. But he got bored easily, and there were only so many times you
could reread a meagre collection of books (thank God for libraries) before you
needed to do something else. So Sam had slipped on his sneakers and decided to
see what Gabriel had meant by 'playing baseball'. Apparently, when teenagers in
Heaven decided to play games, they took them seriously.
Most of the people there were Juniors or Seniors, and Sam felt very young. But
not only that – they were split into colour coded teams, one group with red
shirts and the other with green, and rather than being spread around randomly
they were placed in proper positions. It was intimidating. Fortunately, Sam was
only left to watch awkwardly from the riverside for a couple of minutes before
one of the Rubys spotted him and ran over.
"Sam! Gabriel said you might be joining us." She tucked a strand of brown hair
behind one ear and smiled up at Sam.
Hiding his awkwardness, Sam grinned back. "Hi, Ruby. Which team am I on then?
Sorry, I didn't realise there was a colour scheme."
She laughed, taking in his yellow check shirt and worn jacket. "I'm sure
someone has a spare. You can join my team, I think we're losing because Lucy's
a cheating little bitch."
"I heard that!" A voice yelled, and Sam noticed a girl with short, spiky hair
and a lip piercing sticking her middle finger up at Ruby.
Ruby poked her tongue out before guiding Sam into the group, who had
momentarily paused their game to greet the new arrival.
"Sammykins! You made it! I take it Ruby's already persuaded you to join the
dark side." Gabriel, wearing a red shirt to contrast Ruby's green, beamed like
an overexcited six year old.
"Yeah, because we're really the dark side when you have freaking Lucifer on
your team." A girl who Sam seemed to remember was called Lisa piped up.
Almost instantly, Lucy held up the baseball bat. "Call me Lucifer again and not
even your mother will recognise your face."
Lisa laughed, but held her hands up in surrender.
"Do you need to borrow a shirt?" Balthazar, dressed almost identically to
Gabriel, asked. "I have a green one in my bag, although it might be a bit tight
on you."
Sam shrugged. "Better than nothing. If you don't mind?"
"Darling, you're giving me an excuse to watch you strip off. Of course I don't
mind."
Sam fought the blush that tried to rise to his cheeks, following Balthazar to a
pile of bags by the river. Everyone here was much more openly flirty than back
in the city, and it took some getting used to.
Balthazar pulled out a dark green shirt with black patterning and chucked it at
Sam. "There. You can leave your jacket and stuff with our bags, no-one will try
to steal them."
Sam smiled gratefully, before pulling off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt.
He didn't feel entirely confident – he was fourteen, and while he was pretty
tall, he hadn't fully filled out yet – but as Sam slipped on Balthazar's shirt
and noticed his eyes lingering appreciatively around his stomach, he felt a
little better.
"We're batting now." Ruby Cortese announced when Sam and Balthazar returned. "I
hope you're a fast runner."
Sam grinned. Running was one thing he could do. "I'm not bad." He replied
simply.
"From what I've seen in PE, you're pretty damn good. You'd better be. If Lucy
beats us again she'll be unbearable." Ruby Cassidy stated, her blonde hair
curling over one shoulder. Sam blinked in surprise when she mentioned PE.
"You're in my PE class? But you're a Senior."
Ruby shrugged. "I got kicked out of my own PE class for misconduct and stuck in
a Freshman class. I don't care that much. Makes it easier for me to kick
everyone's ass."
Lisa seemed to materialise from nowhere with a bat. "Are we setting a batting
order?" She asked.
Ruby Cortese, who seemed to be in charge, shook her head. "I don't care. As
long as Michael goes
last and Jo doesn't go first, anything's good."
"Why can't I bat first? Asshole." Jo, a fiery girl whose mum owned the local
bar, crossed her arms in defiance.
"Jo, when you go first you have a tendency to hit the ball the wrong way."
Crowley drawled, plucking the bat from Lisa's hands. "I'll bat first. Don't
give yourself an aneurysm over it."
The game started, and Sam was once again taken aback by just how good everyone
was.
Crowley was no runner, but he hit the ball so hard it almost went in the river,
and Anna took ages fetching it because she was trying not to fall in herself.
However, once she did get it she threw it so powerfully that Sam was amazed
Lucy managed to catch it. The next batter, Lisa, didn't hit far but she aimed
so that Balthazar just missed catching it and was fast enough to avoid being
tagged out.
Sam was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to keep up, but Lucy gave him
an easy enough pitch that he hit the ball into a nearby patch of trees without
much trouble, easily leaving him enough time to score a run.
The game eventually finished with Lucy's team just slightly ahead, and to
celebrate, Lucy insisted that they all went for a swim.
"A swim?" Sam asked in confusion.
"Our dad has a pool." Gabriel revealed. "We don't normally use it when it's
this cold, but fuck it. Why not. Who's joining us?"
A few people made excuses, but Balthazar, Sam, Ruby Cortese and Anna all agreed
to join Michael, Gabriel and Lucy for a swim.
"I'll need to grab my stuff." Sam commented, and Gabriel grinned.
"I'll come with you. I need to restock my candy collection, we can stop at the
shop on our way."
Sam agreed, and soon he found himself wandering back home with a bouncing
Gabriel beside him.
"So, Sammykins, what do you think of Heaven so far?"
Sam raised an eyebrow at the nickname. "It's nicer than I expected it to be, to
be honest. Everyone here is lovely. None of the Juniors would ever hang around
with a Freshman at home – they barely even speak to the Seniors."
Gabriel smiled. "To be honest, we don't hang out with you kiddies much either.
But I like you, and most of that lot do too, so you're allowed to be an
exception."
Sam was surprised. "Why? I'm not exactly that special."
"Oh, Sammy Sammy Sammy. Do you really not see it?"
Sam was confused, but Gabriel wouldn't elaborate further, so instead he walked
in thoughtful silence until they reached his road.
At that point, Sam realised that he was still wearing Balthazar's shirt, and
had left all his stuff down by the river.
"Shit!" He exclaimed.
"What?" Gabriel asked, obviously concerned.
"I left all my things down with the others. I'm not even wearing my own shirt."
"Neither am I." Gabriel replied simply. "Balthazar's like the town wardrobe
advisor, everyone ends up wearing his crap. He won't care. As to your stuff,
Lucy might mess it up a little, but no-one'll leave it there. I expect it'll be
waiting at home when we arrive. Chill."
Sam eyed the shirt that Gabriel was wearing suspiciously. "That shirt is not
Balthazar's size."
"You checking me out Samalam?" Gabriel winked at him, teasing the top shirt
button.
Sam bit his lip to try and stop himself from going red.
Gabriel laughed. "It's probably an old shirt that's too small for him. I have
had it for like four months... I have a terrible memory for giving people stuff
back. I have a massive pencil collection at home that I've borrowed off people
in school, but I can't remember which pencil is whose, so I can't give them
back."
Sam felt a grin break out on his face, and he shook his head. "Dean's like
that. He always forgets to bring his own stuff, so he snags someone else's, and
that's the last you've seen of it because ten times out of ten he forgets who
he borrowed it off and just keeps it until he loses it."
Gabriel put a hand on his chest. "You know, if your brother wasn't fucking
Castiel, I'd empathise with him."
Sam choked.
"What, you must know? They're plastered together twenty four-seven, it's
sickening. I know for a fact that Castiel borrowed his dad's getaway cottage
last week to use as his and Dean's fuckden."
Sam tried desperately to get the images out of his head, turning into his
driveway and patting his pockets for his keys. "I really don't want to know
what Dean is or isn't doing with his new boyfriend. Really." He swore under his
breath. "My keys were in my jacket pocket."
"You haven't got keys?" Gabriel seemed unperturbed.
"Sorry." Sam shuffled awkwardly.
Gabriel smiled. "No problemo. Watch the master at work."
Confused, Sam watched as Gabriel took a paperclip out of his pocket, fiddled
around with it, and bent over the lock. A few seconds later, there was a click
and the door swung open.
Sam stared at Gabriel, his eyes wide. "You can pick locks."
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "It's not like you think. I get bored easily, and I
found some tuition videos on YouTube. Hey presto, I can pick locks! I know a
lot of useless crap from just being bored with an internet connection."
Impressed, Sam stepped in and gestured for Gabriel to follow him. "That's quite
awesome. Just wait here a minute and I'll grab my swimming trunks. Do I need
anything else?"
"Lube?" Gabriel asked with a wink. "I'm sure your brother has some."
Sam pressed his hands over his ears. "I don't want to hear it..." He chanted,
walking up the stairs. He almost collided with Dean going the other way.
"Watch it, bitch!"
"Jerk." Sam replied reflexively. He paused. "I thought you were out."
"I was." Dean replied simply. "Who were you talking to? Didn't sound like
Jess."
Sam was amazed that Dean knew his girlfriend's name. "Nah, she's at church.
That's Gabriel. I'm going to his house to go swimming, they have a pool."
Dean raised his eyebrows. "Rich buggers. Try and keep it down, I have a
headache."
Dean sloped off, and Sam quickly grabbed his swimming trunks, before making a
spur of the moment decision and grabbing a packet of Hershey's bars as well.
Tucking them under his arm, he jogged down the stairs again, noticing Gabriel
examining the DVD shelf with extreme concentration.
"Your family has the most eclectic taste in movies I have ever seen." Gabriel
murmured.
"Well, if you want to elope with the DVD shelf, be my guest. I'll just have
these candy bars to myself."
In an instant, Gabriel was right in front of his face – or rather, his chest,
despite being on tippy toe.
"Gimme gimme!" He squealed.
Sam laughed, before dropping the packet of candy bars into his hands. "There.
Now you don't need to go to the shops."
Gabriel grinned, tearing open the first bar and taking a bite. "Sasquatch,
marry me. You're perfect."
A tingle of happiness went through Sam at the comment, and he found himself a
bit confused. Sure, it was normal to be happy when you did something for a
friend. But that had been more than just happiness – it had almost been like...
No. It couldn't be. He was blissfully happy with Jess, and they were already
nearly inseperable. That had just been a fluke.
Brushing it off, Sam followed Gabriel to a large brick house on the other side
of town, listening to him babble and much candy and throwing in the odd comment
when necessary.
The others were already in the pool when he arrived, and sure enough, his stuff
was on the ground beside it. Ducking into the bathroom to change, Sam pulled on
his swimming trunks before leaping into the pool, succeeding in splashing
absolutely everyone.
It was freezing, but before he could do anything about that Ruby was on him,
shrieking about how he had ruined her eyeliner. Laughing, he yanked her under
with him, watching as she flailed about and tried to stop her makeup running.
It didn't work, and the rest of them all giggled about the black panda eyes
which were now prominent on her face.
In retaliation, Ruby teamed up with Anna and yanked Sam and Balthazar's legs
from under them, forcing them underwater again. Lucy quickly caught on, doing
the same to Michael and Gabriel at the same time, which backfired when Gabriel
accidentally kicked her in the stomach.
"Bastard!" She yelled, before a full-on splash war ensued, ending with them all
tired and freezing cold, but still sporting huge grins.
"We are such five year olds." Ruby commented, leaning back against the edge of
the pool.
Anna shook her red hair and examined a bruise on her wrist. "Violent five year
olds apparently."
"Sorry about that." Michael apologised. "I was aiming for my sister."
Lucy twirled her lip ring, her eyes twinkling. "You should have known better.
You couldn't catch me on a good day, and you were puffed out after baseball."
Michael's eyes narrowed, but he couldn't dispute the accuracy of her statement.
Lucy sighed. "I need a smoke. Am I on my own here?"
Anna shrugged. "I don't often, but I'll join you. I don't think anyone else
here does."
Ruby raised a contemplative eyebrow, but said nothing, and the other two girls
stepped out and grabbed towels before disappearing behind the house.
"I really ought to stop Lucy from that habit." Michael commented wryly. "I
don't know where she gets the money for that habit from."
"She's my sister too." Gabriel pointed out. "It's not like she's just your
responsibility. Leave her be. She works, just like you do, and what she chooses
to spend that money on is her business."
Michael shrugged. "I'm more worried about the crack than the cigarettes, but
point taken."
Sam considered asking about Lucy's crack habit, but decided against it. He was
new in town and it wasn't his place to pry.
Gabriel, however, seemed to be psychic.
"Yes, Sam , Lucy does crack. She's done everything under the sun at some point.
She's not the only one, I know Anna dabbles along with a few others, but Lucy's
the only one we've found in a ditch at three in the morning and had to sneak to
A and E without any adults finding out."
"What happened? Was she OK?"
"Fine." Michael took over. "Just drunk, high and exhausted. She slept it off.
But I worry about what would have happened if we hadn't found her. We weren't
even looking, just walking home from a party and she happened to be in the
right place."
Sam hadn't thought that this was as much of a problem in Heaven, but he guessed
that you found these problems everywhere. He was surprised everyone as so open
about it though.
Ruby placed a hand on his arm. "Are you OK? Does it all bother you?"
Sam shrugged her off, although he was thankful for the offer of support. "I'm
fine. I'm used to it, I mean, you've met my brother. He was in with the dealer
crowd back in the city when he was like twelve. It just seemed like more of an
escape here. That's all."
Balthazar let out a dry chuckle. "It is. There's no pressure to do anything.
But it happens anyway, and that's that."
There was a pause.
"OK, this is far too dark. Lighten up a bit." Ruby flicked some water at
Gabriel, and the splash war began again.
Sam almost forgot the conversation amongst the fun and laughter. But a niggling
reminder stayed at the back of his mind – as lovely as this place was, it had
secrets, and by hanging out with the older kids he would be involved with all
of them.
***** Issues *****
Chapter Summary
     As soon as Sam sees Jess, he knows that something is wrong - and
     suspicion can be ugly.
Chapter Notes
     Just a quick note to thank everyone so much for the support - you're
     all amazing!
Sam knew that something was wrong as soon as he saw Jess on Monday morning.
She stepped out of her house with her customary smile, kissing him on the cheek
and happily taking his hand, but her eyes were downcast, and Sam was instantly
worried. He had only known Jess for a week, and she didn't seem like the sort
of person to be easily upset. She was one of those girls who just took
everything in her stride and let insults roll off her like water.
Deciding it wasn't his place to pry, Sam listened to Jess ramble on about the
US History test they were having that day and acted like he didn't suspect
anything. She would tell him in her own time. Perhaps he could ask Charlie or
Kevin if they knew anything that might have happened to change Jess's
permanently happy attitude.
When they reached school, Jess mumbled some excuse about an English project and
scurried off with a wave goodbye. Sam frowned. There was definitely something
off, and he really didn't like it.
Noticing his brother and Castiel standing far too close to each other nearby,
Sam decided to find somewhere to go before he was forced to witness something
embarrassing. Considering his options, he decided that it was about time he
acquainted himself with the school library.
He quickly found it, tucked down the end of the Technology corridor, and
realised why very few pupils spent much time there. It was small, but not small
in the cosy way, small in the claustrophobic way that made you feel extremely
uncomfortable. There were a few people huddled over computers typing out last-
minute essays, but very few people were sat at tables or reading books. The
librarian was concentrating very hard on a film they were watching on their
computer, headphones over their ears and a frown on their face. Sam felt a pang
of longing for the library he had used to visit in the city.
At that moment, he recognised Charlie reading a magazine in one corner, and
decided now was as good a time as any to speak to her.
"Hi, Charlie," He greeted warmly as he sat down next to her.
She looked up, confused, before noticing Sam and a look of excitement appearing
in her eyes.
"Sam! Look, help me decide something. Do I buy this Star Trek T-shirt," She
indicated a t-shirt in the magazine, "Or this Buffy one? I don't know which to
choose! I can't afford to buy both of them, but I need to get one of them or I
won't have enough to wear at comic-con."
Sam glanced between the two t-shirts, feeling completely out of his depth.
Sure, he was a bit of a nerd and had seen the new Star Trek films. But he was
nowhere near as into all this as Charlie was. Plus, he knew nothing about
fashion.
"I like the Star Trek one." He said finally.
Charlie nodded seriously. "Yes? Hmm. I might get that one then. I need to ask
Jess. Have you seen her? How come you're not with her?"
Sam seized the opportunity to change the conversation. "I was with her earlier,
but she seemed a bit... subdued. She left to talk to a teacher or something,
she wasn't clear."
A look of worry came onto Charlie's face. "Subdued? On a Monday? Oh dear. It
must have been one of those church sessions."
Sam tilted his head to one side. "What do you mean?"
Charlie seemed to consider something, before shrugging her shoulders. "Promise
not to tell anyone? She made me swear, but you're her boyfriend, so you'll find
out anyway. Just don't tell her you found out from me."
Sam nodded earnestly. "I won't tell anyone."
Charlie sighed. "There are two churches around here – the normal one, with
Vicar Novak, and one on the outskirts which is a bit... stricter. Her parents
are very religious, you know, and they've gone to that church ever since they
moved here. Before now, Jess always went to a Catholic school."
"Does she not like that?" Sam asked.
"I don't think she ever minded. She is a Christian, but she's not exactly a
fanatic about it. The problem is, some Sundays she has to do confessions, and
she's always a bit withdrawn afterwards if she had something to say. I wouldn't
worry too much about it. She'll move on, and I can talk to her for you – she
always talks to me."
Sam smiled in thanks. He liked Charlie – she was exceptionally passionate about
fictional TV shows, that was true, but she had a good heart, and Sam couldn't
exactly dislike someone for being nerdy anyway.
The bell rang, and Charlie gave him a swift hug before hurrying in the opposite
direction for class. Sam glanced after her for a moment, before making his way
to Algebra and wondering what to say to Jess when he got there.
The morning passed without incident, Jess seeming more like her normal self as
she passed him notes during classes. But every now and again a faraway look
would come into her eyes, and Sam would know that she was still thinking about
whatever had happened yesterday.
As he waited for her to emerge from the changing rooms before lunch, he once
again found himself running into Gabriel. Unbidden, a smile spread over his
face.
"Sasquatch! I've been meaning to find you. Listen, Madison's having a party at
her place on Friday, and she asked me to invite you. It's the usual crowd, so
you'll know everyone there."
Sam was surprised. They were inviting him to a Junior party?
"You won't be the only Freshman there." Gabriel was definitely psychic.
"Ezekiel's coming, Meg insisted for some unknown reason. Your brother'll be
there too, because Cas is going and those two seem to be inseparable now."
While Sam didn't really want to be near his brother and Cas while they were
drunk, he had to admit having brotherly supervision reassured him.
"You're sure you want me there?" Sam asked.
A lollipop appeared in Gabriel's hand and he stuck it in his mouth. "Don't be
silly, Samalam." He reprimanded around the sugary treat. "Everyone wants you
there. We all think you're adorable."
Sam fought the blush that threatened to appear on his cheeks. Perhaps he was
just their cute little Freshman pet, but the attention was still flattering.
"Sure." He decided. "Why not. Do I need to bring anything?"
Gabriel shook his head. "Nahh. You're too young to buy alcohol even with a fake
ID, and anyway, I think you're brother's dealing with that. Just made sure
you've either got a lift home or have told Madison you're staying the night."
Sam nodded, wondering just what he was letting himself in for. He had never
been to a real party with alcohol before, so this would be a new experience.
Suddenly, a thought struck him. "Can I bring Jess?" He asked.
A look that Sam didn't understand crossed Gabriel's face. "I don't know. I
don't know if she'd want to come anyway. Ask Madison, it's her gig. I was just
asked to tell you."
Sam nodded, wondering why Gabriel had become so serious.
Gabriel's smile reappeared. "But anyway, I have to get to lunch or Balthazar
will skin me. See you Friday, Sammy boy."
Gabriel waltzed away, and Sam absent mindedly stared at his ass for a few
seconds before realising what he was doing and awkwardly turning away. No. He
couldn't stare at Gabriel's ass. That was wrong. Leaning against the wall and
closing his eyes, Sam tried to block the thoughts that threatened to make
themselves known until a tap on his shoulder roused him.
"Are you OK?" Jess asked, worry crossing her face.
Sam smiled, leaning down to briefly kiss her on the lips. He didn't even
realise that she didn't kiss back.
"I'm fine. Just tired. You want to get some lunch?"
The pair of them took their usual table in the cafeteria, quickly joined by
Garth, Kevin and Charlie, who seemed to be having an argument about Star Wars
versus Star Trek.
"Star Wars all the way man. Come on, you've seen Princess Leia." Kevin
commented.
Charlie gave a hmm of agreement. "Princess Leia, ahh. The ultimate fantasy."
Her eyes glazed over.
"But Star Trek, guys! Come on Charlie, you have to admit the awesomeness of
Star Trek." Garth seemed very insistent.
"Alright, cut the nerd talk." Presumably Jess meant to sound amused, but the
comment came out strained, and Charlie gave her a look before stopping whatever
she had been about to say.
"I need to talk to you." She said instead, giving a meaningful look before
diving in to her plate of pasta.
Jess bit her lip, and Sam gave her hand a reassuring squeeze under the table.
Jess looked down at their joined hands, her eyes still concerned, before
dropping her fork and standing up.
"I need the bathroom." She stated, before practically running out of the
cafeteria.
Sam made to go and follow, but Charlie put a hand on his shoulder.
"You can't go into the girl's toilets, can you? I'll take care of it. It's
going to be fine."
Charlie rushed off, and Sam was left awkwardly sitting with Garth and Kevin.
The two of them quickly took up a conversation about Greys Anatomy, and Sam
glanced around the room, temporarily locking gazes with Gabriel. Gabriel's face
was calculating, and he gave Sam a small smile before turning back to his
friends.
Sam sighed. This was only his second week, and already things were getting
complicated.
Charlie and Jess didn't return, and when the bell rang, Sam found himself
picking up Jess's bags and walking to homeroom, hoping that she would be there.
She was, sat in her normal seat with a pale face and red rimmed eyes. Sam
didn't mention what had happened earlier, instead just handing her her things
and giving her shoulder a squeeze. She didn't react, so he sat down next to her
and quietly listened to the teacher drone on.
It wasn't until the end of the day, coming out of the changing rooms and
heading out of the school, that Jess spoke to Sam again.
"I'm sorry about earlier." She apologised, looking nervously up at him.
"There's just some stuff going on. I don't really want to talk about it."
Sam assured her it was fine, and Jess gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, but
the walk back to her house was mostly in silence.
"I would invite you in." Jess explained when they reached her front door. "But
my parents are having guests over and I don't want to make things difficult for
them."
Sam shrugged. "I understand. Do you want to come back to mine? We could hang
out, watch a DVD or something. Or I could help you with the history homework."
Jess shook her head. "I can't, my parents want me to meet their guests.
Apparently they're childhood friends of mum's or something."
Sam nodded, and they stood there awkwardly for a moment before Sam leant down
for a kiss. This time, he noticed when Jess just stood there rigidly. Not
pushing him away but not reciprocating either.
He pulled away quickly, sensing that the mood was wrong, and hurried back to
his house. To his surprise, Dean was sat on the couch, his schoolbag abandoned
in the corner.
"Not with Cas?" Sam asked.
"In the bathroom." Dean pointed, and Sam smiled.
"Things going well between you two then?"
Dean seemed surprised that Sam was interested. "Yes. Not that it's any of your
business."
Sam held up his hands in mock surrender.
"You going to Madison's party on Friday? Cas said you were invited." Dean was
still staring at the TV as he spoke.
"Yes. I know you are." Sam wandered into the kitchen to grab a soda, wondering
how quickly he could escape from the stilted conversation with his brother.
"Maybe you'll meet a new chick there." Dean commented.
Sam looked at him in surprise. "I'm with Jess." He reminded Dean. "I already
have a girlfriend."
At that, Dean turned to him, something washing over his features. "Oh. Just Jo
said – never mind."
Sam frowned. "Jo? Who's Jo?"
"You know, the girl from the Roadhouse. Ellen's daughter. You've met her, you
played baseball with her yesterday."
"Oh!" Sam hadn't realised that Dean had made any friends besides Cas. "What did
she say?"
Dean seemed reluctant to answer.
"Come on." Sam goaded.
Dean sighed. "She said that she'd seen Jess in the restroom crying over a guy
and presumed that you two had broken up."
Sam was shocked. "Crying over a guy? I knew she was upset, but I thought it was
about church or something. I don't know."
"Well don't shoot the messenger. That's just what I heard."
At that moment, Cas appeared, and looked between Sam and Dean with a measuring
glance.
"Am I interrupting?" He asked.
"No." Both Dean and Sam said at the same time. Sam hurriedly moved towards the
stairs.
"No." He repeated. "I was just going to do homework. Try not to make too much
noise, I need to concentrate."
Dean held up his middle finger, and Sam took the opportunity to scamper away.
His mind was in turmoil. Jess had been crying over a guy? That wasn't possible
– him and Jess were still together, he had never indicated anything otherwise.
For a moment, he wondered if there was someone else... but he dispelled the
thought. Jess wasn't like that. She was so open and honest, she wouldn't hide
something like that. Plus, all the people their age went to the same High
School, and the only other guys Jess spent time with there were Kevin or Garth.
Neither of them seemed like her type, and they knew that Jess was with Sam.
Besides, when would Jess find the time to see another guy? Sam and Jess had
spent most of their time together, aside from when she was at church.
'Church could be a cover.' A voice whispered in Sam's head, but he ignored it.
Charlie had seemed certain that Jess was religious, and she didn't seem like
the type to cover for her friend's cheating. Jo had been mistaken. That was
all.
But as Sam tried to start his history essay, he couldn't get a niggling
suspicion out of the back of his head. He sighed. He wouldn't be able to
concentrate now.
It was even harder to concentrate when the moaning started downstairs.
***** Heaven Without You *****
Chapter Summary
     Jess spills her secret, and it spells the end - Sam prepares to move
     on.
Sam wished that he could say that him and Jess worked it out over the days that
followed. But instead, their relationship fell into a rut of awkward silence.
The pair would meet at her house in the morning, kiss on the cheek, and walk to
school loosely holding hands. Once they got there, Jess would murmur an excuse
and rush off to some random classroom, and Sam would wander up to the library
and discuss Harry Potter with Charlie until classes began. During the day, Sam
would converse with Jess about the work, but never anything particularly
personal, and he often found himself looking longingly at Gabriel's laughing
table of Juniors during lunchtimes. He still liked Jess, she was clearly a
lovely girl, but she was hiding something, and if she didn't confide soon then
their relationship was going to completely fall apart.
When Friday rolled around, Sam decided it was time to do something about it.
Tonight was Madison's party. If Jess confessed what was bothering her and they
'made up', Sam would take her along and possibly ask her to stay over
afterwards. Not for anything serious, just so they could both get drunk without
her seemingly strict parents complaining. But if Jess was evasive or lied
(which Sam really hoped didn't happen), he could use the party as a way to get
over her.
He really hoped it didn't come to that.
Pulling on one of his nicer shirts, Sam double checked that he had everything
he needed for school before wandering downstairs to grab his coat. Certain that
he was prepared, Sam took a breath to prepare himself for the day ahead before
slipping out of the house, tucking his keys in his pocket as he did so.
It was colder than it had been, and Sam found himself shivering slightly as he
walked to Jess's. He put his hands in his pockets and wiggled his fingers to
try and keep them warm. Once he reached the house, he knocked sharply before
waiting, shifting from foot to foot in the cold.
It took longer than normal for Jess to appear, and when she did, Sam raised his
eyebrows at the thin cardigan she was wearing.
"You're going to freeze!" He commented."
Jess gave him a blank look. "I'll be fine." She murmured, but Sam could see
goosebumps on her arms.
Shrugging off his rucksack, Sam pulled his jacket off and tried to set it over
her shoulders. The cold air blasted against his skin but he fought the urge to
complain, focused on making sure that Jess was OK.
Jess gave a small, empty smile, pulling the jacket on before setting off. Sam
slipped his hand into hers as they walked, trying to move closer to gain warmth
from her body heat, but if she noticed, she gave no sign.
When they reached the school, Sam prepared to confront Jess about the last few
days, but before he could say anything, she was talking.
"I think we need to talk." She bit out.
Sam felt a smile come onto his face. Normally, those words, would inspire fear,
but in this incidence, they were completely welcome.
"Sure." He agreed quickly. "Is there somewhere private we can go?"
Jess led him to a room which appeared to be a storeroom, and Sam wondered just
how many couples had been to this spot before them. Although most of those
couples had probably been there for an entirely different reason.
"I know I've been a bit off with you for the past few days," Jess began, "And I
need to be honest."
Sam nodded encouragingly, gesturing for her to continue.
"It's just..." Jess tailed off, looking awkwardly around,
Sam squeezed her hand. "It's OK," He soothed, "You can tell me. I won't judge
you for it."
Jess looked doubtful. "Well, how much do you know about me?" She asked.
Sam thought for a moment. "Your name is Jessica Moore. You're 14, and your
birthday is on January 24th, the same day as my brother Dean's. You're a
Christian, like your parents, your favourite ice-cream flavour is vanilla and
your favourite colour is red. You moved to Heaven two years ago because of your
dad's job at the bank, but you're from California and you want to go to
Stanford university like me. You play the cello and you want to learn to play
the flute, and when you were younger you wanted to be a police officer."
Jess's mouth was slightly open. "You remembered all that?" She asked quietly.
Sam smiled at her. "Of course I did." He replied softly.
Jess looked like she was about to cry. "Then why do I have to break up with
you?" She suddenly shouted.
Sam froze. Please say that he had misheard. He had known that things were
rocky, but he had never wanted it to come to this.
"What?" He asked.
Jess started to babble. "It always happens like this. My parents said that I
wasn't allowed to date anyone until I was sixteen, and even then they had to
meet them first. But whenever a cute new kid like you arrives I just can't help
it, and I can make excuses that I'm showing them around and deny that I'm
dating them, but at confession the vicar asked me if I was disobeying my
parents and I had to say yes and they were so angry and –"
Sam cute off Jess's little speech by giving her a hug, and she gratefully
collapsed into him.
"Shhh." He whispered. "I understand."
He didn't understand. He couldn't understand why she had led him on if she knew
that they couldn't be in a relationship for long, or why she didn't stand up to
her parents and just set boundaries for what they could do together. Sam also
hated that it didn't sound like this was the first time – there had been
others, people before him who she had dated seriously for a week before
throwing away until the next newbie arrived. He liked Jess, she was lovely, but
she was confused and controlled by her parents and Sam just felt betrayed.
He had a sudden flashback to Dean on Monday thinking that him and Jess had
broken up, because of something Jo had said. What a fool he must have looked
like. Then there was Gabriel, and Jess's icy attitude when she heard that they
were friends. Everyone else must have known. They knew Jess's relationship
history, they knew what would happen to Sam. Like an idiot, he just ignored all
the signs and allowed himself to get hurt.
Jess had stopped crying, so Sam stepped back as far as the storeroom they were
in would allow. Jess looked up at him with red eyes, and he gave a half-attempt
at a smile before asking calmly,
"Could I have my jacket back?"
Her eyes flashing momentarily with hurt, Jess handed over the jacket, and Sam
pulled it on before pausing.
"I'd like to try and be friends." He said simply. "I think you're a lovely
girl. You just need to work out your priorities – dating, or what your parents
want. But I guess you know that already."
Jess nodded, her hands clasping and unclasping with nerves.
"Shall we go to Algebra?"
The morning passed slowly, every lesson dragging on and grating on Sam's
nerves. He sat beside Jess for Algebra, conversing with her politely but not
helping her with every problem like he usually did. She asked Garth instead.
When it came to U.S. History, Sam asked Ezekiel if they could swap places and
he smiled understandingly.
"I'm impressed that you kept her around for this long." He commented.
Sam shrugged. "She's a nice girl." He replied quietly, ensuring that Jess
couldn't hear. "She just needs to sort out a few family issues."
Ezekiel nodded. "Don't we all. You're going to the party tonight aren't you?"
The conversation progressed from there, but Sam was still counting the seconds
until he could escape. It was only when Creative English arrived, his only
lesson without Jess, that he fully relaxed, and even then time dragged as they
were doing poetry, which Sam struggled with.
Lunchtime finally arrived, and Sam almost found himself walking to the changing
rooms before he realised there was no obligation for him to wait for Jess
anymore. Instead, he wandered to the cafeteria and noticed Charlie at their
usual table. With a smile, he collected his tray before sitting down beside
her.
"I'm guessing you two broke it off." Charlie said, not one for subtlety.
He still felt hurt, but Sam could be excellent at hiding his feelings.
"It wasn't working. I wanted a relationship and she wanted a brief fling to
spite her parents then felt guilty and pulled away. It's no biggie. We can try
and be friends, and if she's awkward about it I'll just move on."
Charlie looked at him seriously. "If you dare think you are getting out of our
talks about Divergent you are wrong."
Sam laughed. "Don't worry, I wouldn't miss those. I feel like we're the only
two who don't believe all the Erudites were evil."
"I know!" Charlie threw up her hands, almost knocking Kevin's tray. "Oh, I'm so
sorry, I didn't see you there!"
Kevin sat down with a mock-frown, Garth collapsing beside him.
"No Jess?" Garth asked Sam.
"I guess she's changing." Sam didn't feel like elaborating, he was sure that
both Kevin and Garth knew already.
Kevin nodded knowledgeably. "She might go and sit with the cheerleaders for a
couple of days. She'll be back eventually. Just leave her be."
Sam felt a little guilty, realising that his presence was keeping Jess from
sitting with her friends.
"That doesn't mean you have to leave!" Charlie insisted, clearly sensing what
Sam was thinking. "You're our friend to. I'm seeing her tonight anyway, to
watch season two of Angel."
Tonight. Sam had a brief flash of inspiration. He glanced over at Gabriel's
table, noticing the usual crowd gossiping, presumably about Madison's party. He
caught Ruby Cassidy's eye, and subtly tried to ask if he could come over and
join them.
Ruby was clearly a genius, because she quickly nudged the other Ruby and Meg
before they all got up and wandered over to Sam. Kevin and Charlie were clearly
shocked.
"Um, why are there Juniors coming over to our table? Have we done something?
The demon patrol never speaks to us." Charlie didn't seem happy.
"The demon patrol?" Sam asked, confused.
Before Charlie could reply, the three girls arrived, and Ruby Cortese smiled
down at Sam.
"Sorry to interrupt, but can we borrow you to talk about tonight? Madison wants
to go over house rules, the usual shit. It's basically don't trash the place,
but I'm guessing this is your first proper house party, so you may as well hear
it."
Sam stood up, trying to hide his gratefulness from Charlie and the others.
"Sorry, I have to go. Talk to you in class?"
Charlie gave him a look that seemed to say 'you have to tell me everything!'
before nodding, turning back to Kevin and beginning a whispered discussion.
Picking up his bag and tray, Sam followed Meg and the Rubys over to the loudest
table in the cafeteria.
As soon as he sat down, Gabriel turned to him with an enthusiastic greeting.
"Sasquatch! Glad you could join us! All sorted for tonight? Plenty of condoms?"
He wiggled his eyebrows.
Sam fought valiantly not to blush.
"Leave him alone." Madison chided, rolling her eyes at Gabriel, although Sam
noticed how she seemed amused. "So, is everyone bringing drinks?"
"I'm bringing all the cider that's left from the last one, seeing as I don't
drink cheap crap." Crowley interjected. "Might bring some JD as well."
"I've got Malibu." Ruby Cortese grinned. "My uncle's a legend."
"Whatever beer's in the fridge, you can have." Balthazar drawled. "No
guarantees it'll be decent, but to be fair, most of you guys will drink
anything."
"Guilty." Sam hadn't realized that Dean was there until he spoke. "Sammy,
there's whisky in our house, right?"
Sam shrugged. "I think dad's got a couple of bottles." He thought for a moment.
"The vodka would be easier to smuggle out though."
"Smuggle out? Ooh, the little nerd's a rebel." Meg's wink let Sam know she was
teasing. "I have beer. Plenty of it. If my cousin didn't nick it that is."
Sam had a feeling that he was going to be nursing a hangover the size of a
planet tomorrow. He'd never gotten properly drunk before, and he hoped he
wasn't in over his head.
"Well, Gabriel has his usual stash of sweet alco-shits, I've got the serious
liquer, and Michael has Black Rat. So it sounds like we have enough. I've got
ID if we need to get more." Lucy was rolling something in her hand as she
spoke, and Sam realised it was a cigarette.
Madison smiled. "Great. So, seven o'clock at mine, and I think you all know
where I live. Can I check who's crashing?"
"If you don't mind, darling." Crowley and Balthazar spoke at the same time,
before looking at each other with raised eyebrows.
"I might have to as well. My lift bailed." Ruby Cassidy rolled a block of
blonde hair around her finger.
"What are you doing, Sammy? I'm going with Cas." Dean was leaning into Cas's
chest, and Sam didn't particularly want to be so aware of the sickening vibe
they were exuding.
He hadn't really thought that Dean would go back with Cas – he had presumed
that they could stumble back together.
"I might have to crash as well." He apologised.
Madison shrugged. "No worries, there's plenty of room."
"Touch him and I kill you." Dean warned.
Sam aimed his strongest bitchface at his brother. He didn't expect Madison to
do anything – she was pretty, but she was two years older and clearly popular –
and besides, with what he had been doing with Cas, that was a bit hypocritical.
Dean just turned away, and Sam sighed. Brothers.
Madison didn't seem to have reacted to Dean's threat, and Sam was glad. It was
bad enough being two years younger than most people here – being known as
'Dean's baby brother' would be even worse. Sam guessed it would be an advantage
that he probably knew them all better than Dean did, due to all the time Dean
spent sucking face with Castiel.
"Well, I'm going for a smoke. Catch you all later." Lucy breezed out of the
room without a backwards glance, and Sam noticed Gabriel and Michael's eyes
constrict.
Yes. This party later was definitely going to be interesting. After all the
drama with Jess, Sam really couldn't wait.
***** Coping Strategy *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean is worried about letting his yunger brother go to his first
     house party - but Castiel is very good at helping him relax.
Chapter Notes
     Dean's POV, featuring some lovely destiel action - because why not?
Dean closed his eyes and breathed out, releasing the mouthful of smoke to form
twisting patterns in the air. He tapped the cigarette once against the fence
before taking another drag, savouring the rush it brought. Right now, he really
needed to relax, and while smoking four cigarettes in a row might now be a
great idea health-wise, he couldn't deny that it soothed his nerves.
A pair of arms wrapped around Dean's waist from behind, and he smiled, leaning
back into the familiar chest.
"Hey, Cas." He whispered, holding the cigarette up in offering.
Cas moved one arm from Dean's waist and accepted it, taking a long drag before
handing it back again. A moment later, Dean felt smoke whoosh past his ear and
he turned to look up at his boyfriend.
"Are you alright, Dean? You've been out here for ages." Castiel's voice was low
and grounding.
Dean sighed, before finishing the cigarette and chucking the end into the bin.
"Sorry. I'm being a right shit, and just before a party as well."
Castiel placed a reassuring kiss on Dean's temple. "No, you're not. You're
quite entitled to worry. Is this about Sam?"
Honestly, they had known each other for just under two weeks, and already Cas
could read Dean like a book.
"He's still so young. I know I haven't exactly been the best example in the
world, but he's always been the good kid anyway. He was actually in the chess
and debate clubs, for fucks sake, and he still had a load of equally goody-two-
shoes friends. But since coming here, he's had one girlfriend who used him and
dumped him within a couple of weeks, and he's made friends with just about
every drug-addicted teenager in town. Like, what the hell is that? I don't want
him to become what I was."
By the end, Dean was just ranting, but Cas maintained soothing and calm, just
listening to what he had to say.
"You know what I think you need?" Castiel asked, his voice sinking to a purr.
Instantly, Dean could feel his nerve-endings spark. "What?"
One of Castiel's hands moved down to run along the crack of Dean's ass, and he
felt himself tense, brief pleasure running through him.
"A distraction."
Almost instinctively, Dean tilted his head and captured Cas's lips, enjoying
their soft, chapped texture against his own. One of his hands moved to grab
Cas's tie and pull him closer – at first, Dean had mocked the tie, but he had
soon realised just how many excellent practical applications it had.
Moaning slightly, Castiel pushed Dean back against the fence, sliding one cold
hand under all Dean's layers. "You want to do this here? Outside? Where anyone
could see?"
Fuck, that voice was hot. For a few moments, what Cas had said didn't even
register – Dean was too busy enjoying the sound of his voice.
When he realised he had been asked a question, he pulled back slightly, his
lips red and swollen and his eyes wide.
"What did you say?" He asked, his voice wrecked.
"I asked," Cas growled, his voice seductive, "If you wanted to do this here."
To punctuate his request, he moved his cold hand up to one of Dean's nipple and
slowly rolled it between his fingers.
Dean hissed, his head moving back to expose his neck.
"Ughh..." Dean wasn't exactly the poster child for abstinence or normal sex,
and him and Cas had done some pretty kinky experimental shit in their brief
time together. But outdoor sex was still a first.
"Answer me." Castiel's voice had turned demanding, and he proceeded to lower
his mouth to Dean's neck and suck, starting to add a hickey. Dean desperately
tried to collect his thoughts for long enough to form a coherent answer.
"Fuck it." He finally got out, pushing Cas away before spinning him around so
that Cas was the one pinned against the fence. "Shirt off. Now."
Cas's expression turned feral, and Dean knew that he had made the right
decision.
Teasingly, Castiel slowly unbuttoned the jacket of his suit, peeling it off
with elegant movements that Dean might have appreciated in a different
situation – but right now, Cas was taking the piss.
"I said off." He growled, before surging forward and practically tearing the
jacket from Castiel's body. The shirt and tie quickly followed, and Dean
proceeded to run his hands over the exposed skin, watching as it trembled
beneath him.
"Cold!" Cas gasped. "Perhaps we should have waited for warmer weather."
Dean paused, worried that Cas didn't want him to continue. "Do you..."
"Dean Winchester, if you do not take your clothes off in the next thirty
seconds I am withholding sex for a week."
Quickly, Dean scrabbled to pull off his jacket and shirt, cursing when his
amulet almost hit him in the eye. He yanked down his jeans and boxers in one
movement, stopping only to pull out his wallet and fetch a packet of lube and a
condom.
Castiel's eyes lit up at the sight, and Dean noticed that while he had been
changing, Cas had also managed to remove the rest of his clothes. His half-hard
dick stood out in the falling light, precome leaking out as Cas ran one hand
lazily along it.
Dean moved forward again, pressing the foil packets into Castiel's hand as he
cupped Cas's shaft. Cas hissed, and Dean took that as permission to run his
hand along it, teasing the head with his finger before loosely pumping it once.
Castiel removed his own hand, choosing to teasingly run it along Dean's own
shaft instead.
"Who's topping?" Castiel asked, his voice deep and scratchy.
"You. Right now, I just need to get fucked." There had been a time when Dean
would be embarrassed about saying something like that, but with Cas, that all
went out the window.
"Your wish is my command."
From that moment, Dean's thoughts disintegrated into a mass of 'yes', and
'more' and 'harder'. He revelled in the burn as Castiel quickly stretched him
open, and when he finally slid home, Dean cried out so loudly he was surprised
the neighbours didn't come running.
His hands were freezing as they pressed against the bars of the fence, holding
himself in place as Cas rammed into him with little restraint. It was perfect,
exactly what Dean needed, and it only took a couple of strokes of Cas's hand
before he was coming all over the railings. He relaxed, his body going limp,
and Castiel only pushed in a couple more times before a moan indicated his own
release.
Cas slid out, quickly removing the condom and tying it off before chucking it
in the trashcan.
Dean straightened up, wincing as his back clicked before shivering. In the
midst of everything, he had forgotten how cold it was, but now he felt like his
balls were going to fall off.
"Let's get inside. We have to pick up Sammy and the booze in an hour."
Dean wrapped one arm around Castiel's shoulders as they walked in, carrying
their clothes. A lazy smile crossed his face as Cas moved closer and snuggled
into the warmth.
A while later, Dean and Cas were strolling hand in hand towards Dean's house,
having an increasingly heated argument over who to ship in Star Trek.
"Spirk all the way. Come on, dude, Spock was like an unfeeling bastard until
Kirk came along and thawed out his heart. Those two are made for each other."
"Dean, I don't think you understand the dynamic of friends. Spock and Kirk are
excellent friends, yes, but Kirk would require more from a lover. McKirk is the
only way to go."
"Fuck off, Cas, your gaydar is awful."
"It picked out you within a few seconds of meeting you."
"I'm not gay though, I'm pan. If it has a pulse, it's all good."
"Irrelevant. You are attracted to members of the same sex, and my gaydar worked
that out nearly instantly. Just like it did with your brother."
Dean stopped walking. "Sammy? While I obviously have nothing against him being
gay, he's the straightest kid I've ever met."
Castiel shook his head. "If your brother doesn't have some bisexual tendencies
I will suck my own dick."
"The bet's on." Dean resumed walking, shaking the hand he had clasped in his
own.
"And if I win, what will you give me in return?" Cas's tone was suggestive.
Dean tried to think of anything to will his arousal away – honestly, they'd had
sex less than an hour ago, his libido was out of control.
"I'll suck your dick."
"You do that anyway. It has to be something worthwhile."
That stung, but Dean brushed it off, shoving the hurt to the back of his mind.
He was good at doing that.
"Fine. If my brother ever gets with a guy, I'll buy a pair of lacy, satin
panties and let you fuck me in them."
Dean felt Cas's pulse increase as he held his hand, and the pressure against
his palm increased slightly.
"Done." Dean knew that he wasn't imagining the heat in Cas's voice.
They arrived at Dean's house soon after, Sam answering the door and rolling his
eyes at their clasped hands and slightly flushed expressions.
"I'm not asking why you're late, and you're not going to tell me. Dad's out,
and I put all the alcohol in bags for us. Did you want to take the extra bottle
of gin or not?"
"Nahh, leave it. I'm not wasting something as nice as that at a house party.
You got all the stuff you need for staying over?"
Dean was not comfortable with Sam staying at Madison's overnight. He was
fourteen, naive and had just suffered a breakup, so when drunk his state of
mind would be hugely questionable. This was his first proper house party and
most of the others staying over were two years older than him. But Dean was a
handsy drunk, and he knew he would end up going home with Castiel no matter
what he planned, so there weren't really any other options. It wasn't going to
stop him worrying constantly though.
Sam gave Dean a bitchface of epic proportions. "Yes Dean. I'm not an idiot, and
I'm not a little kid anymore. Now, do you want to go to this party or what?"
Putting aside his fears, Dean grabbed a bag of booze before heading back
towards the door. Still, he was glad when Cas reassuringly squeezed his hand
and placed a kiss on his temple.
The walk down to Madison's house mostly took place in silence, Sam walking a
few stands in front of his brother and Castiel. A few times, Dean considered
talking to him, and trying to warn him about what parties could be like. But he
never did. He had done far worse things at a younger age, and he had always
hated people being hypocritical and patronising. Dean wasn't about to become
something he hated just to try and protect his little brother.
Sam was intelligent, physically strong and fit, and had a moral compass that
was better than anyone else's Dean knew. He should be fine. At fourteen, he
deserved to not have Dean attempt to mother him.
It was obvious when Madison's house neared – there were cheap, rusty cars
parked all the way down the street, and the muffled sound of music and laughter
could be made out the closer you got. A few people were milling around outside,
and Sam quickly left to go and speak to someone who Dean thought was called
Anna – she was a pretty, redheaded chick, exactly the sort he would go for if
he wasn't with Cas. But he was taken, so he gave Cas a quick kiss on the cheek
and whispered.
"I'm going to go and dump the booze. You want to mingle for a bit?"
For a moment, it looked like Cas was about to disagree, and Dean had a
flashback to when they had met. Castiel had been sat alone, slightly apart from
all the other, not talking to anyone else. He clearly had friends, but he
seemed to hold himself away from everyone else – everyone, that was, except
Dean. It was flattering and heartbreaking at the same time.
Finally, Cas nodded, and Dean kissed him again before pushing through the crowd
and into the house, making a beeline for the drinks table.
He came across Madison halfway across the room and made a point to say hello.
"Hey, Madison."
"Dean!" From her relaxed posture and beaming smile, Dean guessed that she was
already slightly tipsy. "Drinks go on the back table. So glad you could make
it! Where's your little brother hiding?"
Dean was glad when she referred to Sam as his little brother – if he was seen
as a younger sibling, she probably wouldn't try any funny business with him.
"He's mingling outside, I think he found a couple of kids from his own year."
Madison nodded, before being pulled over by another girl and proceeding to
dance enthusiastically to the music.
Dean shook his head before dumping his drinks on the table and grabbing a
couple of beers, guessing Castiel would want one to. On his way back out, he
bumped into Benny and found himself engulfed in a very awkward hug.
"Dean, dude! Finally the awesome people are arriving."
Dean cursed under his breath. So apparently Benny was already drunk. He
carefully disentangled himself from his friend's embrace and gave a half-
hearted smile.
"Cheers, Benny. I just have to go and give this to Cas, excuse me a minute."
"Castiel? Nah, don't bother, he only drinks straight-up vodka and shit. Guy's
impossible to get drunk, he's famous for it. Fucking weirdo." Benny swayed
slightly, clapping one hand on Dean's shoulder.
Dean felt one corner of his mouth curl up. Impossible to get drunk? He would
see about that.
"Oh I doubt it's impossible, you've never held a drinking contest with Dean
Winchester."
Benny looked about to protest, but Dean slipped away while he still had the
chance, ducking outside and glancing around for Cas.
There were a few couples already kissing in what they thought were good hiding
places, but at first Dean couldn't see his boyfriend. It was only when he was
about to give up that he noticed a figure leaning against a tree in the corner,
cigarette in his hand.
Dean made his way over, standing behind him and slipping one arm around his
waist.
"I got you a beer." He commented, and Cas reached one hand out to take it.
"Do you not like parties?" Dean asked.
"I find them uninteresting. Everyone gets drunk and stupid, which is hilarious
the first few times, but then it's just annoying when you're more or less
sober." Cas sounded frustrated.
"Y'know, I bet I could get you drunk if you tried."
Cas gave Dean a serious look. "Trust me, you can't."
"It's on." Dean grinned, taking a long swig from his beer.
This was going to be brilliant.
***** Let It Go (And Party All Night) *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam is ready to let go and forget all about Jess. This is his chance
     to choose someone else and move on. But why does alcohol make
     everyone seem so hot?
Sam had no idea why he had never been to a party like this back in the city.
It had started a bit awkwardly – he had wanted to escape from his suddenly
overprotective brother and Castiel as soon as possible, so he had joined the
first group of people he saw and started a conversation. Unfortunately, those
people turned out to be Ezekiel, Cassiel, Eremiel and Anna – and while both
Ezekiel and Anna were nice, apparently they didn't get on as they were in the
middle of an argument.
"Apparently Zeke hid Anna's pot stash so she couldn't get high, and she's
throwing a fit because she owes some to Lucy." Cassiel hissed over the music,
brushing her braided hair behind her shoulders. "I don't understand most of it,
but Zeke should just give it back and stop getting involved. He means well, but
it's Anna's choice and he doesn't have much leeway as a Freshman."
Deciding this was not something he wanted to be involved in, Sam turned away
only to almost collide with Gabriel who was stood there with two beers and a
beaming smile.
"Sammybear! Come and join the fun!"
Sam had been a little concerned, but within five minutes he was having the time
of his life.
Admittedly, things had got a little hazy after his third (or fourth, of fifth,
he wasn't counting) beer, but the loud music and throng of dancing people were
intoxicating. Sam found himself dancing with a girl he had never met before but
who introduced herself as Amelia, putting to good use the dance classes he had
taken as a dare in sixth grade.
Amelia had just started inching a little too close and winding her hands around
Sam's shoulders when Madison materialised from nowhere, a bright blue drink in
her hand and a brightness in her eyes that was never there normally.
"Amy, Sam! You joining us for truth or dare?
Amelia excused herself with a polite shake of her head, but Sam was feeling
reckless, and he'd never witnessed a Junior game of truth or dare before.
"Why not?" He grinned, stepping away from Amelia. He missed the disappointed
look she gave him, but as a few minutes later she was dancing with another guy,
it probably wasn't important.
Madison led Sam into an adjacent room, where a dozen odd people were sat in a
circle, random cups of alcohol in their hands. Sam spotted Gabriel, both Ruby's
and Lucy, as well as a couple of people he recognised but couldn't immediately
think of their names. Perhaps he was drunker than he thought.
Gabriel and Ruby Cortese both tried to shift sideways to make room for Sam, but
Madison grabbed his hand and he ended up squashed in next to her.
"Who wants to go first?" Lucy asked, holding up a plastic bottle. Sam wasn't
surprised to see a half-drunk bottle of Malibu beside her.
"I will!" Someone leant forward, and Sam finally recognised them as Jo, her
hair twisted back into a bun and a surprisingly girly dress accentuating her
frame. She was pretty damn hot when she tried to show off her features, Sam had
to admit.
Twisting the bottle in her fingers, Jo quickly spun and grinned as it ended up
pointing at the guy on Sam's left.
"Ash, truth or dare?"
Ash shrugged, his mullet haircut bobbing up and down. "Dare. Make it a good
one, I hate crappy dares."
Jo aimed a glare at Ash before glancing around the room. "Swap shirts with Ruby
Cassidy."
Laughter broke out amongst the group as they all looked at Ruby, who was
wearing a cropped red lacy top with some kind of demonic symbol on it.
"Stretch or damage it and I will break your face." She warned, before pulling
the top off and holding it out to Ash. Sam tried to avoid licking his lips at
the revealing black bra underneath. Fuck, how did all the girls here get to be
so hot?
Ash pulled off his own worn shirt and chucked it over to Ruby. She sniffed it
cursorily and gave a grimace.
"Jeez, dude, do you ever wash?"
Ash shrugged. "Meh, washing is overrated. I think it might have been in the
wash a few days ago."
Ruby scowled, before pulling the top on and glaring at Jo. "I will get you back
for this." She warned.
Jo didn't seem to care. "Go on then, Ash." She gestured to the bottle, trying
not to laugh at how ridiculous Ash looked in Ruby's top.
Ash spun the bottle and it landed on Balthazar, who Sam hadn't noticed until
that moment.
"Truth." Balthazar drawled. "I'm not drunk enough for one of your dares and I
probably never will be."
"Wimp." Ash commented, before shrugging. "Fine. Most sexual partners you've
ever had."
"Twelve." Balthazar replied easily, before a glazed look came into his eyes.
Sam's eyes almost bugged out of his head. "That was a good night. And day. You
have to love the French. Pass the bottle."
The bottle spun again, and Sam started to lose track of who had been, before it
finally landed on him.
"I dare you to kiss one of the people next to you." Ruby Cassidy smiled. "You
get an easy one as it's your first time."
Sam glanced to his left, saw Ash, and quickly turned to his right. Madison.
Well, that wouldn't exactly be a hardship – she was cute, and she was giving
him a little smile which pressed all the right buttons.
Moving one hand to cup her face, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her
lips.
Madison responded instantly, kissing back with a sweetness and strength which
surprised him. Sam put a little more pressure in and she responded by nipping
lightly at his bottom lip, causing Sam to open his mouth and allow her to slip
her tongue in. Soon enough, the chaste kiss had turned into full on making out
and they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
"I think you've fulfilled the requirements. Mind spinning so we can get on with
the game?"
Gabriel seemed bored, and Sam felt a little embarrassed as he span the bottle.
It landed on Ruby Cortese, and she gave him a flirty smile.
"Dare."
Sam racked his brains. He didn't want to seem too young an innocent with what
he suggested, but thinking up good dares wasn't really a strong point of his.
Spotting something in the corner, he had an idea. "Try and pole dance on that
pole over there."
A few people laughed, and Ash slapped Sam on the back hard enough to bruise. "I
like you." He declared, his words slightly slurred.
Not one to refuse a dare, Ruby stood up and slipped off her killer high-heels,
the black dress she was wearing creasing around her thighs. She appraised the
pole critically, before turning back and gesturing to Sam.
"You mind unzipping this? There's no way I can dance without ripping it."
Sam stood up, his throat a little dry. Talk about moving on from Jess – he had
beautiful girls coming on to him left, right and centre. Well, perhaps they
weren't actually coming onto him (they seemed to flirt with everyone), but it
was good for his self-esteem to pretend that they were.
He carefully eased the zipper of Ruby's dress down her back, watching as it
revealed more and more pale, smooth skin. When he reached the bottom, he
noticed that Ruby had some kind of tattoo across her lower back, but he
refrained from commenting as he stepped back and allowed her to slip the dress
off.
The fishnet tights didn't cover very much, and Sam could see her thong
underneath them. It didn't leave very much to the imagination, and he hoped to
hell that he wasn't going to get hard.
"Thanks." She smiled predatorily, before turning back to the pole and allowing
Sam to take his seat in the circle again.
All eyes were on Ruby as she grabbed the pole and twisted herself up, moving
like a gymnast as she span around on it before landing and leaning back.
She could be a professional. She moved smoothly and gracefully, the muscles in
her legs and core rippling as she danced. If Ruby had never done this before
Sam would shave his hair off – he was that certain of it. The others seemed
just as surprised as he was at Ruby's apparent prowess.
Finally, she stopped dancing and gave a bow, picking up her dress and starting
to pull it back on.
"I guess all that yoga was good for something after all."
Balthazar helped her zip up the dress, and Sam tried to ignore the flare of
jealousy. No. He was not interested in Ruby just because she had an amazing,
flexible body and flirted like a pro. He cared about more than that. But damn
was she tempting.
The game moved on, and Lucy had given Balthazar a hickey on his armpit (which
was apparently surprisingly nice tasting) before the bottle pointed at Sam
again.
Gabriel had spun it this time, and Sam found himself rather nervous about what
Gabriel might do. He considered going with truth, but that would probably just
end in Gabriel embarrassing him about his lack of sexual experience.
"Dare." He uttered reluctantly.
Gabriel grinned triumphantly, and Sam resigned himself to his fate.
"Alright then! I dare you to do a strip tease down to your boxers to music that
I choose."
Fuck.
Sam did not want to do this.
He was an alright looking guy, in his own opinion. He had more muscle than the
average fourteen year old and it wasn't like he was covered in acne or anything
like that. But most of the guys here were older, past puberty and built like
gods. Even Gabriel's pudgy frame was more built than you would expect. Sam felt
a little awkward displaying his still lanky, growing body to this group of
gorgeous older teens.
But he couldn't back out without looking like a little wimp. So, brushing off
his fears, he stood up and made his way to the centre of the circle. He took
off his shoes and socks as a forethought, realising that struggling to pull his
jeans over his shoes would not be sexy in the slightest.
The music started, and Sam aimed a bitchface at Gabe when he recognised the
song.
"I'm, too sexy for my shirt..."
A few people laughed, and Sam took a breath before running his hands over his
body like he'd seen people do in porn videos.
"Too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts."
Feigning confidence, Sam slipped off his jacket and chucked it to one side,
hooking one finger in the first button of his shirt.
As the song carried on, Sam found himself getting into it, making eye contact
for a few people as he stripped. When his shirt finally came off, he rubbed it
across his chest in the way he had seen a guy do on TV before discarding it,
pleased by the catcalls that received. Undoing his belt and jeans, he hooked
his fingers in his belt loops and swayed to the music to display his package
before shimmying them down, hoping that his skinny legs weren't too repulsive.
When he finished, he turned to Gabriel and gave a triumphant grin. Gabriel
winked back, glancing up at Sam with respect.
"Not bad, kiddo, not bad at all."
The smile stayed on Sam's face as he collected his clothes and returned to his
space, pulling the jeans back on. He slipped his shirt over his shoulders but
left it unbuttoned, seeing that several other guys had decided to forgo doing
up their shirts too.
The game disbanded shortly after, people deciding that either it was time to
leave or they weren't drunk enough yet. Sam drifted over to the drinks table
and grabbed a low-percentage cider (he was probably drunk enough), before
realising that Madison had followed him.
"You should come along to our parties more often." She smiled, grabbing a drink
of her own. "We have one most weeks."
"I'd like that." Sam replied. "This has been good fun."
"I'm glad." Madison gave Sam a look he didn't understand, before changing the
topic. "Sleeping arrangements for tonight, I'd normally put all the guy's
together but Balthazar and Ruby Cassidy seem to have got off so I've given them
the downstairs bedroom. Crowley's already passed out drunk in my parents room
upstairs, so if you don't mind, you'll have to share with me."
Sam shrugged easily. "Whatever's convenient, it doesn't bother me. I'll sleep
on the couch as long as no-one's puked on it."
"Oh I don't mind." Madison gave Sam a grin. "My bed's perfectly good enough for
two."
Sam sensed a flirtatious undercurrent and ran through a few options in his
head, before just deciding to go with it. Why not. Madison was hot, they were
both drunk and he wanted to get over Jess anyway.
"Awesome." He replied simply, setting his cider down.
Madison set her drink down at the same time. "Want me to show you where it is?"
Sam took Madison's hand as she led him up the stairs to her room, hoping that
he wasn't getting in over his head. He didn't want to lead her into thinking
they were having sex or something – he wasn't ready for that – but a bit of
messing around and making out would be quite welcome.
However, his inhibitions went out the window when Madison launched herself at
him in the corridor, starting a very passionate kiss. Sam responded by spinning
her around and pinning her against the wall, his hands slipping under her top
to caress the skin underneath.
Madison moved her hands to play with the strands of hair at the base of Sam's
neck and he moaned, moving his lips to leave a trail of hickeys down her neck.
She gasped when he reached her collarbone and slipped her top to one side to
give himself better access to her skin.
Frustrated with the fabric, Sam moved back so that he could pull Madison's top
over her head and she took advantage of the opportunity to yank open her
bedroom door and pull Sam inside. He had barely registered what the room look
like before Madison collapsed onto her bed and pulled Sam down on top of her,
sealing her lips to his. Sam had a brief thought that he hoped Madison had
closed the door before rationality was gone from his mind.
Tongues clashed as Madison made quick work of Sam's shirt, her fingers mapping
out the contours of his back and massaging the muscles around his shoulder
blades. Sam tried to remove Madison's top without having to break the kiss,
getting frustrated and finally moving his mouth away for a second to pull the
damn thing over her head.
The last thing he remembered was nails raking down his back as he unhooked
Madison's bra, moving down to suck on her left nipple. He tasted the delicious,
salty sheen of swear on her aroused skin and moved to play with her other
breast, before memory failed him and it all became black.
***** Aftermath *****
Chapter Summary
     It's the morning after the party, and Sam isn't entirely sure what
     happened.
Chapter Notes
     I owe you all an apology. I haven't updated this in far too long, but
     real life got in the way and too much was happening and I really
     struggled to get time to write this chapter. For that reason, it's
     quite short (and kind of like a filler). But I'll try and the next up
     much quicker, and I have some great plans for what could happen in
     it, I promise! Thanks for sticking with me, and enjoy :)
Sam had expected to wake up to the sensation of someone drumming on his head.
He was pleasantly surprised to feel only a dull ache and a bad taste in his
throat, which felt dry and parched like it did when he went running. He
appeared to be lying in a bed, a duvet covering his torso and a heavy weight
draped across his bare chest.
The weight twitched, and Sam tensed, turning slowly to look at what was causing
it.
He was lying in bed beside a mostly-naked Madison, her breasts pressed
tantalisingly into his side.
Trying not to panic, Sam's mind flashed back to the events of last night. A
group of them had played truth or dare, and he had ended up kissing Madison. He
remembered that part. But when the game was over, he had gone to get another
drink and then...
Fuck. Him and Madison had gone upstairs. Together. If his arms hadn't been
pinned to his sides, Sam would have punched himself.
He was fourteen. Nearly fifteen, that much was true – he had an early birthday
– but he was still only fourteen. That was four years below the legal age, and
while he would have bet his lungs that Dean was sexually active at this age, he
wasn't his brother. He was responsible – well, most of the time anyway. He
didn't hook up and lose his virginity drunk at a party.
True, Sam had no proof that they had actually had sex. He was wearing boxers,
and Madison seemed to have a thong on. But the fact that she wasn't wearing a
bra (and the arrangement of hickeys on her neck) proved that they had been
doing something.
Madison shifted again, and Sam tried to use the movement to twist out of her
embrace. Instead, her face contorted into a frown before her eyes slowly peeled
open.
Catching sight of Sam, instead of freaking out like he had expected, she
smiled.
"Morning."
Sam blinked, trying to process this turn of events. "Um, yeah. Good morning."
He hoped his voice didn't belay the panic he felt.
Madison closed her eyes again and snuggled closer into Sam's side. Confused, he
moved his arm to gently hold her.
"How much do you remember?" She asked softly. "You don't seem like you have
much 'morning after' experience."
She spoke so casually, and Sam couldn't believe that she wasn't bothered by any
of this. Was it not strange for her, waking up in bed with a guy two years her
junior wearing next to nothing?
"I remember coming up here with you." He replied. "And I vaguely remember
making out, but it's all a bit fuzzy."
"That's about all that happened." Madison's voice was muffled by Sam's chest.
"I didn't think you would have much experience going further and I didn't want
your first time to be when you were drunk. You were very enthusiastic though, I
was very tempted to just let it happen. Your tongue is very talented."
Sam blushed, feeling like a little kid. He couldn't deny that, even now,
Madison intimidated him. She was confident, beautiful, and the way she spoke
made it obvious that she was experienced. Yet she seemed to have enjoyed
whatever had transpired last night, which could be a good or bad thing.
"Thanks?" Sam responded, unsure of what else to say. He allowed his thumb to
trace over Madison's skin lightly, trying to provoke more memories of last
night.
Madison was quiet for a moment, before moving away from Sam and sitting up, her
hair sitting wildly around her head. Even like this, Sam was struck by her
beauty.
"Is anyone likely to be looking for you? I imagine Dean's busy enough with
Castiel, but your dad might be wondering where you are."
The change in tone caught Sam by surprise, but he sat up as well and watched as
Madison picked her bra up off the floor and put it on.
"Dad isn't expecting me back until later, I doubt he cares anyway. And please
don't give me images of my brother and his boyfriend this early in the
morning."
Madison smiled wryly. "Sorry. Do you want breakfast? There's a load of cereal
if the others haven't eaten it already, and I can cook eggs if you want them."
"Cereal's good." Sam finally got with the program and pulled on his trousers
before glancing around for his shirt. Not catching sight of it anywhere
obvious, he decided that most people here had probably seen him shirtless
already so he could do without it for now.
Madison had pulled on a random t-shirt and skirt combination, and Sam gestured
for her to lead the way down to the kitchen. She gave him one last smile before
wandering downstairs, and Sam tried and failed to avoid staring at her bare
legs. Spending the night with someone really gave you a different perspective.
Ruby and Balthazar were already sat around the small kitchen table, Ruby
wearing Balthazar's shirt and Balthazar unashamedly sitting there in his
boxers. He gave Sam a wink as he entered, seemingly congratulating him for
spending the night with Madison.
"Anyone seen Crowley?" Madison asked, glancing around for the missing member of
the party.
"He's probably still passed out somewhere. He drank practically an entire
bottle of tequila on his own." Ruby took a sip of coffee and smiled at Sam,
pointing at the seat next to her. "If you want coffee there's still some in the
pot, and Balthazar insisted on Earl Grey."
"It's the drink of the gods, darling." Balthazar drawled. "Much better than
your vulgar coffee."
"Yeah, yeah, save it for someone who cares. Are there any more fruity loops?"
The rest of the morning passed in a similar vein, with Ruby and Balthazar
bickering in a friendly way and Sam just trying to roll with it. Madison
disappeared to check on Crowley and eventually returned with wide eyes and
refused to talk about what she had seen. Sam decided that he really didn't want
to know.
Just after twelve, a knock sounded at the door and Dean appeared, dressed in
the same clothes as last night but considerably more dishevelled and smelling
distinctly of alcohol. He looked rough.
"Sam? We're going home." Dean's eyes were bloodshot and Sam decided against
arguing, instead simply nodding and heading upstairs to find his shirt. To his
surprise, Madison followed.
"I had fun last night." She declared as Sam was pulling his shirt out from
under the bed.
Sam glanced back at her, hoping he wasn't blushing. "Thanks. So did I, from
what I can remember."
She smiled. "Maybe we should try again some time when you're less intoxicated."
Sam blinked. "Are you asking me out?"
Sam had no idea why Madison would want to date him. She was older, beautiful
and clearly very popular. He was a random Freshman who had arrived a few weeks
ago and clearly had very little experience. He would never have thought that he
was her type.
Madison shrugged. "Treat it how you want. I like you, I want to get to know
you. If that's just as friends I'm cool with that, but if you want to go
further then I'm definitely interested. It's your call."
Sam couldn't help but think that the world would be so much simpler if all
girls had the same attitude as Madison.
"I like you too." Sam considered his wording carefully. "I wouldn't mind
being... more than friends, but possibly not so soon after Jess. People might
get the wrong idea, y'know? But we can go out as friends, if you want, and see
where things go from there."
Without hesitation, Madison stepped forward and pressed her lips to Sam's in a
quick kiss. Before he could respond, she moved away again and smiled.
"Great. I completely understand that. Maybe I can text you about meeting up
later in the week?"
It was settled, and soon Sam found himself accompanying a severely hung over
Dean for the journey home.
The walk started in silence, mainly because Dean was wincing at every loud
noise, but Sam couldn't resist the urge to tease Dean for long.
"So, dude, did you discover that you couldn't hold your liquor or something?"
Dean gave Sam the stoniest glare he had ever seen. "Shut up, bitch. Cas and I
had a bit of a drinking contest, not that it's any of your business. He was
determined that he couldn't get drunk."
Sam laughed. "Jerk. I'm guessing that you lost?"
"Cas is a machine. He downed practically and entire bottle of vodka and
remained upright. Who can even do that? If I tried I'd end up in hospital with
alcohol poisoning."
Sam resisted the urge to grin at the irritation and jealousy in his brother's
voice. It looked like he had finally met his match. Sam would have to
congratulate Castiel next time he saw him.
"Anyway, you can't talk. You probably couldn't drink anything without feeling
dizzy. I bet you're the lightweight to end all lightweights."
Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean. "Do I look that hung over to you? Apparently I
can tolerate alcohol, so suck it up and try and look somewhat sober for dad."
"Dad couldn't give a shit."
Sam sighed at the truth of that statement.
"Probably not, but it would be nice if he didn't think I was turning into you."
Hurt flashed over Dean's features for a fraction of a second before being
overtaken by indifference. Sam felt guilty. He had meant the comment as a joke,
but apparently it has struck a nerve.
"What, you mean going out every weekend to 'do drugs and fuck bitches'?" Dean's
tone was sarcastic.
"I didn't-"
"Sam, you make it painfully obvious that you're the biggest romantic geek in
the history of the planet. Even dad knows that. Now quit worrying and leave me
to suffer in peace."
Sam shut up. They were almost home, and he occupied the rest of the journey
with thinking about Madison.
He didn't feel for her in the same way he had felt for Jess. She was a lovely
girl, but Jess had allowed him to be himself. With Madison he felt like he was
living up to some kind of expectation, and that was an uncomfortable sensation.
However, she was intelligent, kind and beautiful, and he knew he could come to
really care for her if he allowed himself to. Sam just didn't know if that was
what he wanted.
In any case, he had told her he wanted to try to be friends and she had agreed
– she may very well decide he wasn't worth pursuing in any other capacity. From
what Sam had seen, short, passionate relationships were more the norm here than
long-term commitments – his brother and Castiel being the exceptions.
Damn. Why did he keep thinking about Dean and Cas? If he didn't know any
better, he would swear that someone was planting disturbing images in his mind.
Finally reaching home, Sam put aside all thoughts of relationships and the
party and set about entering the calm mentality he would need for his history
homework.
***** Heavenly Deceit *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam hates feeling like a fool. Apparently he placed his trust in the
     wrong girl all over again. Fortunately, someone else is willing to
     help him escape.
Sam was a fool. He had felt like a fool after the whole incident with Jess, but
he had thought that he had learnt from his mistakes – he could move on and
nothing like that would happen again. It had been a one-time thing. Having gone
through all of that trauma, he knew better.
Of course, it didn't work like that, and now he felt like an idiot again. He
should have known that being an object of desire for someone like Madison was
too good to be true.
After the party, Sam's life at school had changed. He had felt much closer with
the older crowd of Junior's, and so had started to hang out with them instead
of Kevin and the others in his own year. Gabriel had bribed someone into
switching lockers so Sam's locker was next to Balthazar and Crowley's, and the
Novak's had all used their connections to ensure that Sam was never sat with
Jess in class. To be honest, he wouldn't have minded sitting beside her, but it
was a nice gesture on their part. Sam had truly felt like one of the crowd.
On the Wednesday, Madison had approached Sam about going out for dinner
somewhere that night. She had emphasised that it would just be as friends,
although it would be just the two of them, and assured him that they could both
pay for themselves if that made him more comfortable. Sam had agreed, and had
felt happy and confident when she picked him up to walk to the local diner at
seven o'clock.
At first, Sam had suspected nothing. Madison had chatted idly about random
things – classes, the party, plans for another group baseball game – and Sam
had offered a few details about his old life in the city. There had been no
hint of any kind of romance and Sam had started to realise that him and Madison
could be great friends. They had a surprising amount in common, both being
interested in law and the areas surrounding it, as well as similar tastes in
books and films. Sam had been quite crushed when everything started to go
wrong.
It had started subtly – Madison's foot had brushed his own under the table. She
had apologised, blaming her backpack for being in the way, and the pair of them
had laughed it off. But within five minutes it had happened again, and that
time, Sam didn't think it was an accident.
Of course, Sam had been further with Madison than he had with any other girl.
She was very attractive, and he would be lying if he said that a repeat
experience was completely off the cards. But they had agreed that this was just
a trip out as friends, and it worried him that she didn't seem to be respecting
those boundaries.
Then, for dessert, Madison suggested that they share a slice of pie. "Just
because I'm really full and can't finish one on my own." She claimed. Sam
agreed, but he started to regret that when the pie was actually brought out.
It was a pudding obviously designed for couples, with one fork so that they
could feed each other pieces. Madison smiled when it arrived, helping herself
to a small piece and handing the fork to Sam without preamble. He had felt a
little uncomfortable with the connotations that sharing could have, but he
didn't want to draw attention to the issue in case it truly was an accident. He
ignored the way Madison's hand lingered every time they passed over the fork
and focused on the clock to see when he could viably make an excuse about
needing to head home.
However, at the end of the meal Madison fished in her purse for some money
before smiling and suggesting that they took a walk in the park before heading
home.
It was a romantic gesture. Sam wasn't stupid – at this time, the park was the
haunt of drug-users and couples who wanted some time alone. Madison looked so
innocent and hopeful, but Sam was starting to realise that this had been a bit
set up.
"Is this a date?" He asked bluntly.
Madison smiled. "I know we said it wouldn't be, but I like you and I know that
you like me. I didn't see the harm in one date. You've been enjoying yourself,
and you can't blame a girl for being interested in someone as cute as you."
Sam felt trapped. He did like Madison, in more ways than one, but he hated
being conned into things. His feelings were all warring with each other and he
needed room to breathe.
At that moment, Gabriel wandered past the diner and Sam seized the chance to
escape. Without any explanation, he ran outside and placed his hands on
Gabriel's shoulders.
"I need to get away from Madison." He panted, staring into Gabriel's eyes with
desperation.
Fortunately, Gabriel just went with it. "Righto kiddo, give me one minute to
work my magic."
Sam waited outside as Gabriel wandered in and proceeded to have a conversation
with Madison. She looked irritated, but Gabriel remained firm and a minute
later she left by the other exit, leaving Sam to sigh in relief.
"I owe you." Sam commented when Gabriel joined him again.
"Don't worry about it Sasquatch, it's no biggie. I've been rescued from dates
gone sour enough times to do it for someone else without expecting payment. But
if she asks about this tomorrow, you loaned me ten dollars to download the new
You Me At Six album and I forgot to pay you back. We had to go back to mine to
collect the money. That's our cover."
Sam smiled. "Quick thinking. It would be even better if I had heard of You Me
At Six."
Gabriel gasped. "You don't know who You Me At Six are? This is a travesty!
Sammy, you are coming with me right now to be educated."
Sam tried to protest, but Gabriel grabbed his hand and started to drag him down
the road like he was a toddler. For a small guy, Gabriel was surprisingly
strong, and Sam decided to just give up resisting and allow Gabriel to lead him
back to his house.
Considering Gabriel shared a house with Michael and Lucy, Sam was surprised how
quiet it was. Gabriel explained in a whisper how their dad, Chuck, was a
writer, and liked everyone to keep the noise level down so he could work. He
had invested in soundproof walls for all of the kids' bedrooms a few years ago
so they could play music without disturbing him.
It was only as they wandered upstairs past a large abstract painting that Sam
realised he had never been in Gabriel's bedroom before. It seemed strangely
personal, but then Gabriel probably wasn't the sort of person to care about
that.
Wandering into Gabriel's room, the first thing Sam was struck by was just how
like Gabriel it was.
It was untidy – clothes strewn everywhere and papers and sweets scattered on
every available surface – but it was rather like an organised mess. Everything
seemed to have a place, it just took up a lot more space than it should have
been able to. The duvet, or what Sam could see of it peeking out from under
Gabriel's backpack, schoolbooks and laptop, had a pattern of constellations
which Sam had a feeling Gabriel had had since he was a child. The walls were
covered in pictures – some of Gabriel and all his friends at various events
over the years (Sam was surprised to see one of himself playing baseball that
he hadn't realised was taken), and some posters of bands and movies that Sam
had never heard of. The ceiling had a poster of a topless girl that made Sam a
bit uncomfortable, but next to it was a similar poster of a guy in his boxers.
Apparently, Gabriel was happy to openly admire both genders.
Gabriel produced a battered looking iPod classic from underneath a pile of
books and proceeded to hook it up to a sound system. Sam was quite impressed by
the system – it looked expensive, and while Gabriel's family obviously had
money it showed a real love of music that Gabriel chose to spend his money on
speakers.
"Shut the door, and prepare for this to blow your mind." Gabriel announced.
Sam pushed the door shut and sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, trying not
to disturb Gabriel's schoolwork. Gabriel, however, just picked up the pile of
stuff paper and dumped it in the corner before setting his laptop precariously
on a pile of books on his desk.
Finally, he pressed play and Sam settled down to listen to the song.
As the first notes rumbled out, Sam was pleasantly surprised how good it
sounded. Gabriel appeared to have a very good taste in music. He laughed as
Gabriel started to play air guitar before enthusiastically singing along. The
track was called 'Fresh Start Fever' and Sam made a mental note to download it
himself when he got home.
When the song finished, Gabriel turned to Sam like an enthusiastic puppy.
"Well?" He asked.
"I like it." Sam grinned back. "It's upbeat, and the lyrics are nice. I'll have
to look them up when I get home."
Gabriel fist-pumped triumphantly. "See? I have the best taste in music. Score
one for Gabriel. What sort of stuff do you normally listen to then, Sasquatch?"
Sam thought for a moment. "Have you heard of OneRepublic?"
Gabriel pulled a face. "Seriously? They're OK, but I had higher hopes for you,
Samalam. You really do need help discovering what real music is."
He reached over for his iPod and quickly selected another song, not offering
any explanation before the sound of guitars filled the room.
This song Sam recognised – it was one that Dean liked and played in the car
occasionally. He had a feeling it was by Africa – no, Asia – although he
couldn't remember the name of the song. It wasn't as much to his taste, but he
didn't actively dislike it like he did some songs. Not yet, anyway. Dean had a
habit of playing his songs to death, and hearing any song over and over again a
hundred times could drive you to hate it.
"Dude, Asia?" He asked as the chorus began.
"If you claim to dislike Asia I will have your balls on a platter, Samalam.
They beat that strange pop-stuff that you like any day. Well, unless you're in
a club, I suppose. There's a time and place for everything."
Gabriel switched the music off before handing the iPod to Sam.
"You want me to choose something?" Sam asked.
"I want you to take this home and find at least five bands you like. If we are
going to be seen together, Sam-I-am, you are not going to be listening to music
like Ke$ha – or, God forbid, Miley Cyrus. I won't have it."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "You sound like my brother." He accepted the iPod
anyway, not noticing how Gabe's hand lingered in the same way Madison's had.
"Dean has excellent taste. Well, aside from the fact that he won't even try
listening to anything made in the last twenty years. You're not allowed to
judge something if you've never even tried it." Gabriel had an opinion on
everything, Sam was coming to realise, and he didn't like not having the chance
to voice it.
"I didn't even know you two really spoke." It was true – Dean never appeared to
be with anyone other than Castiel, so Sam had sort of assumed that Dean didn't
socialise with anyone else.
"Castiel's my cousin, the two of us were good friends before Dean arrived. I
speak to Dean when I try and speak to Cas. The two of them are good for each
other, don't get me wrong, but it would be nice if they acknowledged that other
people existed every now and again."
Sam completely understood. True, back in the city he hadn't been close to Dean
– but Dean seemed to have changed. He still smoked and drank more than he
should, but there had been no sign of illegal drugs since they moved here
despite how easy they seemed to be to acquire. Dean seemed happier and more
relaxed in Heaven than he ever had been before, and if he wasn't so wrapped up
in Castiel, Sam had a feeling that the two of them could try to be brothers.
Still, Sam would never get in the way of Dean's happiness. If we wanted to
spend time with his boyfriend rather than talking to his little brother, so be
it. Sam had other friends. He had lived without Dean's support for years
before, he could do it again.
The expression on Gabriel's face suggested an eerie knowledge of Sam's internal
monologue, and he decided to change the subject before things got too
uncomfortable.
"So what happens for Halloween around here? It's only a few weeks off."
Gabriel immediately launched into a long explanation of various parties, all of
which seemed to involve dubious amounts of alcohol and truly disturbing
costumes. Sam smiled and laughed in all of the right places, wondering why
Gabriel would ever think it was a good idea to do half of the things he had
done. Who decided to dress up as a donkey and forgets to allow a place to piss?
Gabriel was such a good storyteller that Sam entirely lost track of time, and
only became aware just how long he had been at Gabriel's when Gabriel exclaimed
"Shit!"
"What?" Sam instantly replied, concerned.
"It's nearly half eleven, I need to be up by half seven to get ready for
school. We really lost track of time. Sorry about that, Sammy."
Sam's eyes widened. "I have to get back, Dean'll be mad at me."
"You can't walk back alone at this time."
Sam gave Gabriel a bitchface at the patronising comment.
"I'm serious. You're staying here tonight, Sasquatch, no arguments. I have a
spare toothbrush and shit and you can wear Michael's clothes, they're close
enough to your size. Deano may very well be at Cas's, and if not we can explain
it to him in the morning. He's done worse, he can't tell you off for it."
Gabriel's logic was solid, and Sam was pretty tired. Rather than argue and
possibly get lost and fall asleep on the road somewhere, he agreed and allowed
Gabriel to dig out a pair of Michael's old pyjama pants.
"You can change in the bathroom on the left, spare toothbrushes are in the
right-hand cupboard with the duck on it. If you want mouthwash use the green
one because the blue one is Lucy's and she might murder you."
Being murdered over mouthwash would be a pretty pathetic way to die, so Sam
thanked Gabriel and tried to get ready for bed as quickly as he could.
It was only when he wandered back in to find Gabriel shirtless, like him, in
pyjama pants with a tartan pattern that he realised there was only one bed.
"Um, Gabriel..."
"It's a double bed, and I'll stay on my side. I've shared with Balthazar before
plenty of times completely platonically. If it really bothers you I can sleep
on the couch but I'd rather not kill my back if I can help it."
Sam didn't want to be responsible for Gabriel hurting himself so he crawled
into bed and pulled the duvet over himself without saying anything else.
Gabriel clicked the light out and he felt the bed dip as Gabriel got in beside
him.
If halfway through the night Sam woke up with Gabriel cuddled into his chest
and it made him feel surprisingly good, he wasn't saying a word.
***** History *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean discovers Sam, in yesterday's clothes, climbing out of a car
     with Gabriel. He jumps to conclusions. The aftermath brings up some
     of his 'shady' history.
Chapter Notes
     I'm getting slightly bad at updating this... I'm sorry. Real life is
     a bitch. I'll try and get some more chapters up soon.
     I changed the date of Sam's birthday from May 2nd to October 19th. It
     just suits me better to have an older Sam. The 19th October wasn't
     picked for any particular special reason, it just sounded like a nice
     date in my head. I'll use May 2nd as something else instead – maybe
     Ezekiel's birthday.
     This chapter is quite... varied. I hope it makes sense. I needed to
     shove some plot and background in and this seemed like a good place
     to do it. A load more about Dean and Sam's past should become clear
     over the next few chapters.
Dean was woken by the scent of cigarette smoke wafting gently past his nose.
With a groan, he opened his eyes to see Cas leaning out the window taking a
long drag as he surveyed the world outside. He had a pair of boxers on, but
otherwise he was as naked as he had been last night. Dean smiled, taking a
moment to drink in the perfection that was his boyfriend. He was so lucky to
have Castiel, as weird as the guy could be.
"Do you want one, or are you just going to lie there until I drag you out of
bed to go to school?"
Dean blinked, not realising that Cas knew he was awake.
"You got any left?" He asked, stretching as he stood up and unabashedly
wandered nude over to where Cas was standing.
Castiel shrugged, flicking the end of his cigarette away. "A couple, you can
have them. Lucy owes me a pack so I can get those off her later."
Dean kissed his boyfriend on the cheek in thanks, watching as Cas made his way
over to the closet to grab some clothes. He really had no idea how a pair of
nearly sixteen year olds had become so domestic. He didn't live here – in fact,
technically neither did Cas, this being his dad's getaway house – but the
closet was full of a mixture of their clothes, and their toiletries sat
together in the bathroom. An outsider would never have guessed that the pair of
them were only visitors.
Lighting up a cigarette, Dean stared at the cloudy sky. It was getting colder,
nearing Halloween which Dean counted as the proper start of fall. Summer was
well and truly gone, and it wouldn't be long before the rain came in and the
entire area turned miserable. Well, that was presuming that the weather here
followed a similar pattern to what it had done in the city.
A pair of hands slid around Dean's waist and he smiled, leaning back.
"You should have left your clothes off for this." He quipped.
The only answer he got was Castiel reaching for Dean's cock, gripping it firmly
and sliding one finger over the tip. Dean gasped.
"Fuck... Cas..."
"Later." Cas replied, his fingers moving teasingly along Dean's shaft. "Shut
the window. The neighbours might complain about the noise."
"Someone's cocky." It came out with much less conviction than Dean would have
liked, and he shut the window anyway, flicking away the remains of his
cigarette. He knew quite well that Cas had earnt the right to cockiness. The
things that he could do...
Dean stopped thinking a moment later, sinking into the familiar feeling of
pleasure that Cas always brought. At some point he unzipped Cas's jeans to
reciprocate, cursing some deity he didn't believe in that Cas was wearing
underwear. Honestly, clothes made this whole lark so much more difficult.
Whoever had invented clothes clearly hasn't been having very much sex.
Dean came first, his body seizing up with a groan of Cas's name, but Cas
followed just a few seconds later. They both stood, panting, for a few seconds,
before Castiel glanced at his watch and cursed.
"You have ten minutes to get dressed, I'll grab some toast. Why do we always
end up running late?"
"Because you're a horny bastard?" Dean teased, swatting Castiel's ass.
"You were the one taunting me by refusing to put on clothes. Anyone could be
swayed by the sight of your naked figure."
That was quite a compliment, and Dean smirked. "Clothes are overrated."
"While that is true, I must request that you put some on before we leave. Your
body is mine to gaze upon, it is not for everyone at school."
Ooh, Cas was being possessive. Dean shivered. Possessive Castiel did things to
him that weren't appropriate when they were trying to get to school.
They finally made it out of the house, Dean dressed in a tight-fitting black
shirt that he had a feeling was really Cas's, with a Nerd fighter t-shirt
underneath. From the appreciative glances Cas kept sending his way, Dean
guessed that he liked it.
It didn't take long to walk to school, but the wind sent goose bumps over
Dean's skin, and he wished that he was old enough to drive. January 24th, the
date of his sixteenth, seemed so long away. Sometimes he really wished that he
had an early birthday like Sam – people with October birthdays were so damn
lucky.
Castiel wasn't really the 'cute hand holding' type, but Dean was tempted simply
because his hands were getting cold. He needed to invest in some gloves.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he listening as Cas talked complained about
Uriel and how he always picked on him because he was a Novak, and Novak's "were
supposed to be clever". Castiel was clever, Dean knew that even though they
only shared one class, but he didn't care that much about school. Like Dean, he
had a career mapped out that didn't really require good grades. Dean wanted to
be a mechanic, and Cas was a warrior – he expected to end up in the army after
graduation.
Dean snapped out of his reverie when he noticed Michael Novak drive up in a
rather nice looking old Ford. Normally, that wouldn't have been a cause for
concern – but his brother Sam being helped out by Gabriel, still dressed in
yesterday's clothes, really was.
"What the hell?" He called out, ignoring Castiel and marching over to where
Michael, Lucy, Sam and Gabriel were all standing in various degrees of
confusion.
"Hey, Dean." Sam greeted, somewhat sheepishly. "Cas."
"Sam, why are you coming in with this lot? Did you not go home last night? What
happened, you snuck around to theirs to fuck your boyfriend instead?"
The reaction was instantaneous – Sam turned thunderous and tried to step
towards his brother, only to be restrained by Gabriel. The sight was almost
funny, the small and slightly pudgy kid holding back the much more muscular
Sam, but Sam clearly liked Gabriel because he held out his hands and allowed
Gabriel to pull him back.
"You're one to talk." Lucy commented, her eyes flicking between Dean and
Castiel. Dean just glared at her.
"This is different. Sam's not even legal!"
"Neither are you." Sam pointed out. "In any case, it wasn't like that. Gabriel
and I aren't together."
A vague memory appeared in Dean's mind. "Wait, weren't you supposed to be going
on a date with that Madison chick?" He frowned. "The hell happened?"
"Perhaps you should let your brother explain before firing off wild
accusations, Deano." Gabriel stepped back. "Sorry to ditch you, Sasquatch, but
I have an essay to write. I'll text you." He slipped off before Dean could
complain about it.
"I'm not involved in this. I need a joint – you wanna come, Cas?" Lucy kicked
her scruffy Doc Martens against the ground, clearly bored with the whole thing.
Cas moved in front of Dean and leant in for a kiss, which Dean didn't hesitate
to deepen. It took a series of long coughs from Sam to break them apart, and
Dean felt like something was missing as Cas joined Lucy to wander away from the
school. He really wished he could go with them like he normally did.
Michael nodded to the two brothers before making his leave, heading towards the
library. Dean tried not to look at Sam and failed, sighing at the realisation
they were really going to talk this out. For fucks sake. What had he done to
deserve awkward family therapy time?
"So..." He began, "What actually happened last night?"
Sam shrugged, a lot more at ease than Dean was. "Madison and I went out as
friends – or at least, I thought it was as friends. She tried to make it more,
I wasn't interested, she pushed, Gabe stepped in to get me out of the
situation. I went back to his and as it was late I stayed over. Nothing
happened."
Jesus, his brother was naive. Dean knew that something had happened between Sam
and Madison at the party. He hadn't got the details, but Balthazar had
suggested that they went upstairs together drunk. Sam was an awkward virgin,
they wouldn't have done much, but still, going out with a girl after something
like that was never as friends. Dean knew that. He would have thought that Sam
would have been able to work that out.
Still, the story didn't quite add up. "Madison can't have had you out that
late."
A small blush came over Sam's face. "She didn't, but I let slip to Gabriel that
I didn't know who You Me At Six were and he decided it was his job to educate
me about decent music. We lost track of time."
Of course, because late in the evening was just the time to invite someone back
to your house to listen to music. Apparently Madison wasn't the only person who
wanted a date with his brother. When had Sam become so desirable anyway?
"So you left a date with Madison for another date with Gabriel. You know, I
said you weren't turning into me but in actual fact..." Dean left that sentence
hanging.
"Neither of them were dates." Sam insisted.
"And I'm the king of China." Dean declared sarcastically. "Sam, you don't just
bump into someone late at night and invite them back to your house as friends.
Especially if they end up staying over. Apparently Gabriel likes you, and I
don't really like that."
An icy look entered Sam's eyes. "It's not up to you to say who I can or can't
spend time with." The look cleared. "In any case, Gabriel isn't you. He doesn't
only bring people home who he wants to fuck or take drugs with. I'm his friend,
nothing more. He's a Junior anyway, Juniors don't date Freshmen."
"I slept with a Senior girl when I was your age." Dean tossed out casually.
"More than once, actually."
Sam screwed his face up. "Dude, TMI."
Dean decided that this conversation was over. "I need to find Cas. He had the
right idea having a joint before class. There is no way that I am getting
through Statistics if I haven't had anything."
He left Sam and wandered in the direction he had seen Cas and Lucy go, thinking
things over.
It was true, really, that Dean couldn't lecture Sam about this. He had lost his
virginity a lot younger and slept with countless people of various genders
since. That was without even mentioning all the drugs stuff. Dean was no role
model. But Sam had always been straight-laced, sensible, the stereotypical
'good kid' who supported Dean even when he was falling over drunk aged just
thirteen or fourteen. Dean didn't want Sam to turn out like him. He couldn't
stop Sam from hanging out with people like Madison or Gabriel, who clearly
wanted to corrupt him. But he wasn't going to be happy about it.
It said something though that John hadn't even sent a text asking why both of
his sons weren't at home. When Dean had first started staying out with Cas, he
hadn't told his dad, and he had never been asked why he was never there. He had
hoped that his father was a bit more protective over Sam, after having one
fucked-up son, but apparently he cared as little for Sam as he did for Dean.
Dean found Cas and Lucy behind a large tree, and Cas held out a joint without a
word upon noticing him.
"Family drama over?" Lucy asked, breathing out a stream of smoke.
Dean shrugged. "He's not as deep in shit as I was at his age, so he should be
fine. I can't really lecture him about it. I kinda wish he was still the little
school-loving innocent nerd he used to be though."
"He can still be a 'school-loving nerd' without being innocent." Cas sounded
far too deep for Dean's liking.
"And he still is innocent, you can tell. He has that air about him. Don't worry
about it Dean, he'll be fine. Trust me, with Michael I know just how irritating
overprotective older siblings can be, and Michaels only like an hour older. If
you meddle you'll just make him hate you."
With that, Lucy left Dean and Castiel alone, twigs snapping as she walked away.
Dean breathed in the soothing scent of cannabis and moved closer to Castiel,
the wood suddenly seeming strangely quiet.
"You don't need to worry about Gabriel." Castiel commented.
Dean looked up. "He's interested in my brother."
"Yes." Cas didn't seem particularly bothered. "But he knows that Sam is young
and inexperienced and isn't trying to push anything. He doesn't even know for
sure if Sam swings his way yet."
"He doesn't."
"How would you know?"
It was a valid point, but Dean brushed it off. "He's only ever shown an
interest in girls. I was always an equal opportunist – boys, girls, non-
binaries, it didn't bother me. In fourth grade I kissed Jenny Coleman behind
the school then kissed Ryan Lewis the day after. In eight grade Kirsty Stannich
became Kurt, and I fucked her in the ass aged fourteen because she didn't want
to be recognised as having a vagina any more. Sam's different. It would be
obvious if he was anything but straight."
Cas seemed interested in the random bits of Dean's history that he had just
heard, but he shook his head at the assumption. "Not necessarily. You and Sam
are very different. Many people didn't know I was bisexual before you."
"They didn't know you were sexual at all. They thought you were asexual." Dean
recalled. "Idiots. I can't have been your first, you were too experienced."
"No, you were my second man, third overall. But as I said to you when we met, I
always chose my conquests carefully. It was out of character, my flirting with
you so quickly. I decided to take a risk – a good decision, but unlike me."
Dean kissed Castiel, slipping his arms around his waist. "Who were the others?"
His voice held only curiosity.
"You don't know them. A boy named Jimmy Neu when I was fourteen who I met on
holiday. I was there for a month, we were together for the last two weeks. He
was older, by a year. He taught me a lot. Then a girl named Hael, over summer,
before you arrived. Again, I was on holiday. She had spirit, and she was rather
wonderfully bendy. I was sad to see her go."
Dean grinned. "The bendy chicks are always the best."
"How many people have you had?"
It wasn't a subject they had broached before, Dean supposed. He should have
known that Cas would be curious eventually.
"I don't know." He answered honestly. "I was in a bad place, some parts I can't
actually remember. It's over ten, I can say that much. And I wasn't fussy, so
there were some pretty shady people. But I always used protection and I stayed
clean, thank fuck."
The bell rang in the distance, and the pair of them slowly made their way back
towards school. Something seemed to have changed between them – it was almost
tangible.
"You're not a bad person." Castiel finally said, pressing a gentle kiss to
Dean's temple before leaving.
Dean sighed as he made his way to his first class. Maybe he wasn't a bad
person. But he wasn't a good person either.
***** In Sickness And In Health *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam is confused about Gabriel, and everyone else seems to know more
     than he does. It's his birthday in two days, and everything is
     driving him into a panic...
Sam was gobsmacked. His birthday was in two days, and he hadn't even realised
it. True, turning fifteen wasn't really a milestone birthday, but it was still
unlike him to forget something like that. He had been too distracted by other
things going on in his life... namely, Gabriel Novak.
Gabriel had been the first person around his age he had met in Heaven, so it
hadn't been that surprising that they had become friends. It had felt
exceptionally natural, spending time with him, and Sam had never thought
anything of it. True, Gabriel was two years older and a popular guy with a huge
friendship group, but he was the sort of person who liked to be at least
acquainted with everyone. No-one else had found it weird that Gabriel had
claimed Sam as a friend, so Sam had presumed it was normal as well.
However recently, Sam had begun to wonder about his and Gabriel's friendship.
Since he had split up with Jess, he had spent more and more time with Gabriel's
pack, becoming an integral member and getting fairly close to everyone. He had
decided to switch one of his planned electives to Theology after several
interesting discussions with Michael and Ezekiel, and had joined the Debate
society because Ruby Cortese and Crowley had asked him to. Gabriel had made him
an unusually popular guy for someone who had only lived there for a month – and
throughout all of this, he had spent more time with Sam than he spent with any
of the other people except Balthazar.
Gabriel liked to chat and socialise, basking under a spotlight and craving
attention, but he sought out Sam surprisingly often. He had been to Gabriel's
house several times, twice on his own (aside from Michael and Lucy, but
Gabriel's brother and sister didn't count). Sam had thought that this was
normal, Gabriel just choosing to help the new kid – but Meg had dispelled that
idea in idle conversation a few days ago. When she had moved from Lawrence,
Kansas, Gabriel had barely paid her any mind at all – she had been picked up by
Crowley and it had taken several months of them dating for her to get to know
Gabriel. It was a Sam-thing and not a Gabriel-thing that made Gabriel spend so
much time with Sam.
But Sam's suspicions had only taken concrete residence in his mind when Ruby
Cassidy had flat out asked if him and Gabriel were dating.
The question had resulted in two minutes of coughing as Sam choked on his
Americano, followed by two minutes of blushing beet-red and explaining that no,
Gabriel was not his boyfriend, and Sam didn't normally swing that way. The
issue had been dropped, but something had clicked in Sam's mind and refused to
go away.
Gabriel had a crush on him.
It explained everything. It explained his inclusion in a group mainly made up
of Juniors and Seniors, with a few younger kids who were all Novak siblings or
romantic attachments. It explained why Gabriel sought out his company first. It
explained why Gabriel had so willingly helped him to escape his 'date' with
Madison and taken Sam home after, before gifting him with nearly forty dollars
worth of music. Gabriel was openly bisexual and hardly lacking in confidence –
it made sense that he would be open in his affections if he liked Sam.
There were smaller things too – the strip-tease at Madison's party, the way
Gabriel had interrupted him and Madison kissing, the way he had almost been
happy when he broke up with Jess. Sam had been blind not to see it before. It
was so obvious, and everyone else had been able to see it – but Sam hadn't even
realised.
The question now was what to do about it.
That issue had been bugging Sam for the past few days.
He still had no answer.
The cafeteria was buzzing with noise and activity when Sam entered, stressed
from Science and still freaking out over what to do about Gabriel. He grabbed a
tray and collected lunch without paying much attention to what he was getting,
sitting down at the usual table next to Crowley half in his own world. It was
only when someone waved a hand in front of his face that he looked up.
"Earth to Sasquatch."
It was Gabriel, of course. A smile spread onto Sam's face before he fully gave
it permission to be there.
"Hey, Gabriel. Sorry, I'm just tired. Your aunt's chemistry class-"
"Say no more, I was traumatised by that enough two years ago. You free after
school? Balthazar's got some movie theatre tickets and we can grab a burger
beforehand – plus, we need to plan your party."
Sam's eyes widened slightly. "My party?"
"Dean told us it's your birthday on Friday." Anna chipped in. "So we're
throwing a party. We do it for everyone. Samandriel's hosting, the kid from
your brother's year who tags along with us sometimes. Ezekiel's older brother."
Sam felt a rush of gratitude to his brother and everyone else for planning
this. "Thanks, guys."
"Darling, you're giving us an excuse to get drunk off our asses on a Friday
night. No thanks are required." Crowley gave him a half smile. "Now, who has a
completed Geography essay I can copy? I'll make a deal for it."
The conversation turned to laments about essays, and Sam tucked into his lunch,
becoming aware that Gabriel was staring at him.
"So – movie theatre?" Gabriel prompted.
Sam had entirely forgotten the offer, distracted by the promise of a party.
"Sure, sounds great. I'll have to go home first and ditch my backpack, maybe
print off a graph for US History. I can meet you guys there?"
"I can drive you home." Gabriel offered. "Michael's going to his girlfriends so
he left me the car – nobody trusts Lucy with it."
"You tight-asses have so sense of fun." Lucy complained, running a hand through
her spiky hair. "As soon as someone goes over 100kmph you go completely nuts.
It's not like I've ever crashed or anything."
Sam knew why Gabriel was offering. He didn't want to lead Gabriel on when he
wasn't sure he felt the same way – Gabriel was a great friends, but dudes
weren't an area Sam had explored before – but it was tempting all the same. He
could always pretend he didn't know about Gabriel's feelings if Gabriel made a
move.
"If you don't mind." He gave Gabriel a smile, and noticed Lucy giving him a
contemplative look out of the corner of his eye.
Gabriel grinned back. "Sorted. You know the car, just wait for me beside in the
parking lot. I might be a few minutes late because I've got Naomi last, and
she's so bitchy with me. No sense of family privileges."
Sam finished the last of his lunch, before his cellphone buzzed and he pulled
it out, confused. Most of the people who would text him were here.
It was from Lucy. 'Anna and I are going for a smoke behind S block. Get your
ass out here, we need to talk to you'.
Why would Lucy text him instead of asking him in person? Just a moment ago, she
had been here – he hadn't noticed either her or Anna leave. Despite his
misgivings, Sam gathered up his stuff and prepared to leave the cafeteria.
"Where are you off to?" Ruby Cortese asked, glancing up from drawing some kind
of sketch.
"Library." Sam lied. He didn't know why, but he felt uneasy about telling the
truth.
He knew when he was approaching Anna and Lucy from the smell of smoke, and Sam
wrinkled his nose. He had never really liked the smell of cigarettes. Growing
up with Dean had given him a sort of tolerance, but he would rather that Anna
and Lucy weren't smoking when they wanted to talk to him.
Sam tried not to show his discomfort as he approached and gave a small smile in
greeting.
"So. How long have you wanted to bang my brother for?" Lucy was as blunt and
crass as ever.
Sam's jaw dropped. How long had... he didn't want to bang Gabriel! He wasn't
even sure that he liked dudes yet! Gabriel was into him, sure, and he thought
of Gabriel as a great friend, but it didn't really go beyond that. Sam didn't
have a crush on him. He certainly didn't want to – Sam stopped his thoughts
before they could go there. He was two years younger than Gabriel and a virgin.
It wasn't going to happen.
"I don't know what you-"
"Yes you do." Anna's voice was softer, and she blew out a mouthful of smoke as
she spoke. "Gabriel likes you, that much has been obvious from the start, but
it's getting to the point where we all suspect that you like him as well."
"It's a pity, really. I'd totally bang you if you weren't so hung up over him."
Lucy tapped her cigarette against the wall.
Sam didn't know what to say. "Look, I've never even been interested in dudes.
I've got nothing against it, but they've never been my sort of thing. That's
Dean's area. Gabriel's a great friend, and I know he might have feelings for
me, but I don't think I reciprocate."
"Well at least you're not denying it entirely." Lucy scuffed one boot against
the floor. "Sam, I've known you for a month, and in that time you've hooked up
with two chicks and broken it off with both before entering into any kind of
commitment. Maybe you didn't choose that with Jess, but you didn't really
pursue it either. I smelt a rat after one, after two, there was clearly someone
else."
Sam felt cornered, but we wasn't really sure why. "There isn't anyone else.
Jess broke it off and I was upset, I removed myself from the situation and I
respected her wishes to be left alone. Madison wasn't who I thought she was and
pressured me into stuff. Those were my reasons."
"Sam, realising you like someone isn't some dramatic, sudden, love-at-first-
sight thing." Anna almost seemed pleading, and Sam wondered why she was so
invested. "It's gradual. Sometimes you don't know but something happens and you
realise you've been in love with someone for months. You like Gabriel, really
like him, and it could be something more. You just need to open your eyes and
see it."
Sam sighed. He didn't know what to think. He didn't like Gabriel as more than a
friend. Did he?
A bell rang, and both Lucy and Anna stamped out their cigarettes before
grabbing their backpacks.
"You'll thank us for this." Lucy commented as they walked past him to go
inside.
Sam stayed there for a few moments before following them in. He needed to
collect his thoughts. His head was spinning, and this had all been complicated
enough before they had interfered.
The end of school took forever to arrive, and Sam had developed a pounding
headache. He wasn't sure he was up to going out, but it would be nice to spend
some time with everyone outside of school, and Gabriel had offered to drive him
home. He couldn't pull out now.
Leaning against the cool metal of Michael's car, he wondered how it had come to
this. In just over a month of living in Heaven, he had been reduced to a
confused mess by his best friend crushing on him. His sexuality was in question
and he had no idea what to think. It wasn't that he had a problem with any of
this – it was that he truly didn't know how he felt about Gabriel.
His thoughts were interrupted by a chirp as Gabriel unlocked the car.
"Are you feeling alright, Samalam?" He heard Gabriel ask.
"Headache. It's nothing."
Gabriel put a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder, and he leant into the warmth,
trying to block out all of the confusion.
By the time they reached Sam's house however, the headache had escalated to a
painful migraine, and Sam wasn't sure if he was about to black out or throw up.
His equilibrium was awful and he almost collapsed getting out of the car.
"Woah, Sammy, steady there. Here, let me." Gabriel helped Sam into the house,
taking all of his weight. Sam had no idea how Gabriel could manage with his
small stature, nor how he knew where the spare key was kept – but he was
grateful as he collapsed on the coach and tried to ease his churning stomach.
He heard footsteps pottering around, and blearily looked for Gabriel, when his
vision was obscured by a wet washcloth being placed on his forehead.
The relief was blissful, and Sam let out a deep sigh, eternally grateful for
the help.
"There we go. Do you want anything else? A drink? A blanket?"
Sam's stomach lurched and he ground out,
"A bucket?"
To his surprise, Gabriel didn't even protest, his footsteps just faded away
before returning and pressing a plastic bucket from somewhere into Sam's hands.
Sam tried his hardest not to puke, but his stomach lurched again, his head
shooting with a searing pain, and he found himself surging forwards and
spluttering vomit into the bucket.
A gentle pressure was placed on Sam's lower back, and he flinched, his vision
blurry, before relaxing into Gabriel's touch. The washcloth was replaced on his
forehead and Gabriel rubbed Sam's back with his other hand. Sam sat there for
nearly fifteen minutes, shuddering and trying to block out the pain, and
Gabriel just stayed, whispering soothing things and making sure Sam didn't pass
out or worse.
Finally, Sam felt well enough to sit up and set the bucket down. Gabriel
quickly moved a couple of cushions to support Sam's back and pushed him gently
so he was lying down. Like a supportive mom, he walked back to the sink and wet
the washcloth again before coming back over and giving it to Sam to place on
his forehead.
"You don't have to stay." Sam coughed, his throat feeling vile. "You can go out
with everyone else, they'll miss you."
"I'm not leaving you here on your own, Sammy. Do you want some water to rinse
your mouth out with?" Gabriel's tone was equal parts forceful and caring. The
message was clear – he wasn't leaving and he was going to help Sam through
this. Sam had no choice.
Sam felt his stomach flutter in the good way at Gabriel caring attitude, and he
whispered a yes to the offer of water thankfully. He could never repay Gabriel
for this. It should have been John or Dean's job to care for him when he got
migraines, but neither of them had ever really helped. Gabriel was the first
person to display this level of care.
Gabriel handed Sam a glass of water, keeping one hand there to support it as
Sam drank because his hands were shaking. Sam relished the coolness on his
tongue, spitting out the water halfway through to try and get rid of the taste
of vomit. Gabriel had already put the bucket ready, and he didn't even flinch
or look slightly disgusted at Sam's pale, ill face or the vomit in the bucket.
Sam knew he would be mostly useless for the rest of the evening, so he croaked
out a request for the TV remote and smiled as Gabriel turned it on to his
favourite channel.
"Is there any room on that sofa, or do you want me to sit over here?" Gabriel
gestured to a space on the floor. His eyes showed it was a genuine question,
and Sam couldn't believe Gabriel was willing to sit on the floor beside a
bucket of vomit just to look after him.
"I'm not that ill." He smiled wanly, ignoring the dizziness in his head as he
shifted to make space for Gabriel. To his surprise, Gabriel sat down beside his
head before moving so Sam's head was in his lap. It was a surprisingly
comfortable pillow, and Sam relaxed into it, turning to look at the TV.
He loved Gabriel so much for what he was doing.
Wait.
Sam's brain ground to a halt.
He thought about the way his stomach had fluttered with Gabriel caring for him
– the same way he had felt waking up in the night with Gabriel cuddled into
him, and whenever Gabriel smiled a certain way or his eyes sparkled golden in
the light. He thought about how he had admired how strong Gabriel was for a
small and (not as pudgy as you'd think) guy. He thought about how Gabriel's
laugh sounded like an angel's and how he had been almost pleased when Gabriel
checked him out at Madison's.
Shit. He had a crush on his best friend.
Sam almost let out a groan. Why in hell did he have to realise this when he had
just puked his guts out and had a fucking migraine?
Plus, Anna and Lucy were going to be so smug when he told them they were right.
***** The Trickster Strikes Heaven *****
Chapter Summary
     It's Sam's birthday - which apparently means he is the target of as
     many pranks as Gabriel can think of. Will the prank war bring his and
     Gabriel's feelings to a head?
Sam spent Thursday at home, recovering from his migraine and the revelation
that he had a crush on Gabriel. It was a situation that he had never expected
to end up in, and now he had no idea how to deal with it. How exactly did you
go about telling your best friend that, despite never previously being
attracted to guys, you had a crush on them and wanted to start dating?
After he had realised his feelings, Sam had spent the rest of the evening
feeling like crap (due to his migraine) and trying his best not to reveal how
he felt to Gabriel. He refused to explain his crush just after vomiting and
collapsing on the sofa. Fortunately, Gabriel had taken Sam's silence and tense
attitude to be side effects of the migraine, and had just remained with him
until John got home before quickly explaining the situation and excusing
himself. John had been less than sympathetic and sent Sam to his room, where he
had promptly fallen asleep and woken up at ten the next morning to an empty
house where he could collect his thoughts in private.
Sam had decided that, despite his feelings for Gabriel, he wasn't really gay or
bisexual. He felt no attraction at all to any other males, making this a
Gabriel-thing not a gender-thing. Sam felt no real need to put a label on his
sexuality, but he guessed bi-curious would do for now. Or perhaps
heteroflexible. Still, no matter what he was, he liked Gabriel and that was the
main thing.
When Friday, the day of his birthday, rolled around, Sam woke up to Dean
singing loudly and off-key right in his ear. After chasing his brother out of
his room in just his boxers, he came downstairs to find a pile of presents
beside the sofa. John had already left, leaving just a card for his younger
son, but Dean appeared to have used John's credit card to buy Sam presents. Sam
felt a swell of gratitude to his brother and broke Dean's chick-flick moments
rule by forcing him into a hug.
"Dude, get off!" Dean protested, but Sam just laughed and set about tearing off
the wrapping paper.
Dean had bought him a couple of computer games, the first season of The Walking
Dead, some assorted books and – to his horror – a large box of novelty
flavoured condoms.
"Dean, what the fuck?" Sam asked when he opened it. Dean pulled a face.
"Those are from Cas. He said to tell you that Gabriel prefers the strawberry
flavour, followed by some things I'm not repeating because I refuse to think of
my brother like that."
Sam blushed bright red. How the hell did Cas know that Sam liked Gabriel. Come
to think of it, how did Cas know his cousin's favourite condom flavour?
Actually, that was much less of a surprise. Gabriel was never embarrassed about
anything, and he loved to talk, especially when drunk. It was likely that
details like that were common knowledge.
Dean looked a little uncomfortable, so Sam quickly changed the subject.
"I presume you're coming to the party everyone's throwing tonight?"
"I can't exactly miss your party, can I?"
A jab about how Dean had missed every celebration held for Sam since he was
seven years old was on the tip of Sam's tongue, but he restrained it. Dean was
trying his best to move on. The simple fact that he had ensured Sam had
presents – even if they were probably brought on dad's card without his
permission – was enough to prove that. So Sam just smiled, thanking Dean before
getting ready for school like it was any other morning.
The walk to school was boring, as it had been since Sam broke up with Jess. It
was a pity that all his friends now lived on the other side of the town, in the
richer sect almost exclusively dominated by Novak's and their business
partners. Sam would bet his left hand that Gabriel would get Michael to pick
him up in the car every morning if he asked, and that would be a lot more fun
(and less effort) but he couldn't really abuse Gabriel's friendship like that.
Even if it was tempting. Especially today – walking to school alone, in the
cold, on your birthday really sucked.
However, his mood brightened as soon as he saw the random red balloon held by
someone leaning against their car in the school parking lot. Gabriel had to be
kidding. Why the hell would he buy Sam a balloon and bring it to school? Still,
Sam felt his chest constrict and had to admit that it was things like this that
made him like Gabriel so much.
"Happy birthday, Sasquatch!" Gabriel yelled as soon as Sam was in hearing
distance.
Sam shook his head, a huge grin on his face at Gabriel's antics, and was so
distracted he didn't notice Balthazar's approach until he felt something cold
splash across his back.
Turning with a gasp, he had just about enough time to see Balthazar's grinning
face before the world tilted and he was being carried across the road onto the
opposite sidewalk, then through a low hedge into the parking lot.
"Guys, put me down!" Sam refused to admit that the words came out as a squeal.
Laughter surrounded him, and he found himself being unceremoniously dumped on a
bench before Gabriel handed him the balloon with a smirk.
"It's traditional to ambush people on their birthday. You should be glad they
didn't throw you in the river, that happened to Castiel one year."
Sam took the balloon with wide eyes. "Was he ok?"
There was more laughter, and Sam felt someone's hip nudge him and turned to see
Ruby Cortese and Lisa sitting down next to him.
"Oh he was fine." Ruby shrugged. "We wouldn't hurt him. It was just funny. His
hair goes all flat when it's wet, he was so fussy about it."
"He didn't mind though. He got his revenge by arranging to attack everyone who
did it with water balloons later in the year." Lisa was smiling. "Happy
birthday by the way, Sam. You're Dean's brother aren't you?"
Sam had never had much to do with Lisa, beyond them hanging out with the same
people, but he had seen her with Dean on the few occasions when Dean wasn't
attached to Castiel.
He nodded the affirmative, before using his balloon to hit Gabriel on the head.
"What am I supposed to do with this all day?"
Gabriel's grin turned wicked. "Just attach it to your backpack and let us use
it for target practise! Plus, can you imagine the look on Naomi's face when you
walk in with a massive red balloon?"
"You're an idiot." Sam attached the balloon to his bag anyway. Why not, it was
his birthday. Plus, he felt like humouring Gabriel.
"You love it." Gabriel joked, before whispering something to Balthazar. Sam's
stomach fluttered at the comment, before he realised that Gabriel and Balthazar
conspiring on his birthday could not be a good thing. He would probably have to
watch out for pranks all day.
He was right.
In first period Algebra, after Gadriel had finished glaring at him for walking
in damp and holding a balloon, he fished in his backpack for his textbook only
to find it had been replaced with a gay porn magazine. Fighting a blush, he was
forced to awkwardly ask Kevin to share, vying internally to get Gabriel back
for this. He had been in prank wars with Dean when they were much much younger
– he could think of something creative.
By lunch time, he had been hit by two water balloons in the corridors, found
his locker filled with (surprisingly tasty) candyfloss and almost had his hand
glued to his water bottle. He was also having the time of his life. Frustrating
as the pranks could be, he had to admire Gabriel and Balthazar's ingenuity.
Their usual table in the cafeteria had been covered in balloons, and Sam had to
hide a smile when he was covered in confetti as he walked towards it.
"Gabriel, Balthazar, you're both dicks." He greeted the pair, stifling a laugh
as their mouths stretched into identical, comical Os.
"A dick? Moi? Never." Gabriel declared, before winking.
"I'd like to make it known that the childish tricks were all Gabriel's. I
prefer sophistication." Balthazar twirled a fry on his fork as he spoke.
"I should probably own up to the glue trick." Ezekiel interjected. "But it was
Gabriel's idea." He gave Sam a smile before returning to conversation with Meg.
"Bastards." Sam joked, before beginning to plot his revenge.
Opportunity came when Gabriel went to buy a candy bar from the vending machine.
Very quickly, Sam switched his backpack with Lucy's, vowing to apologise to her
later. Their bags were the same colour and type, but of course, the contents
were very different.
Gabriel seemed to sense that Sam was acting suspiciously, and he looked very
carefully at his seat before sitting down on it.
Sam was struck with another idea, and as Gabriel turned to talk to Balthazar,
Sam bent down and tied Gabriel's shoelaces to the chair. He straightened up
before Gabriel noticed, but Crowley did, raising one eyebrow in definite
amusement.
When the bell rang, Sam stood up casually, checking his backpack to make sure
there were no more gay porn magazines in it (there weren't) before glancing at
Gabriel.
"I don't suppose you could give me a lift to Samandriel's tonight?" He asked.
Gabriel smiled. "Of course, Samalam. I can-" The rest of his sentence was cut
off as he went to stand up and almost fell across the table.
A few people laughed, and Gabriel looked at Sam with a cross between a death
glare and a proud look.
"Untie my feet or that'll be a no."
Sam shrugged. "I'll just ask someone else."
Gabriel shook his head slowly and deliberately. "You don't know what you've let
yourself in for, Sasquatch. Bring on truth or dare tonight."
"You sound like a tween girl discussing a sleepover."
"I'm not a girl, Sammy, and I'll quite happily prove it to you." He waggled his
eyebrows.
The comment was crass, but Sam felt the inappropriate arousal anyway. Fuck.
Don't show it, don't show it...
The cafeteria had almost emptied out, so Sam just turned to leave Gabriel alone
there.
"Oh, and Samantha?"
The voice sounded closer than it should have been. Sam turned back, and almost
had a heart attack at the sight of Gabriel standing right behind him.
"Tie a better knot next time." Gabriel leaned right in, standing on tiptoes to
reach Sam's ear. His lips grazed Sam's earlobe and Sam shuddered, his eyes
drifting closed. He had no idea what was going on, but he liked it.
The presence vanished, and Sam opened his eyes to find himself alone.
What had that been about?
The afternoon passed in a blur, Sam only half paying attention and only
surfacing from his thoughts to answer the occasional question or deal with a
couple of half-hearted pranks. He was confused, really confused, about Gabriel.
Had Gabriel been making a move? Or just fooling around? The problem was,
Gabriel's personality made it so hard to tell, and Gabriel had been really
careful about respecting Sam's apparent straightness anyway. Gabriel had no way
of knowing that Sam had realised his affections. Or had he? It was too much for
Sam to think about, especially with a party coming up that night.
A party. His party. Where there would be alcohol and Sam's inhibitions would be
lowered and things might happen between him and Gabriel. He had never felt more
conflicted in his life. Did he want Gabriel to make a move tonight? Or did he
want them both to be sober so he knew that Gabriel wasn't just fooling around?
The final bell caused Sam to almost leap out of his seat in shock. He exited
the class quickly, only to find Lucy standing there with a glare.
"You swapped my backpack with Gabriel's." She accused, a steely glint in her
eyes.
Sam couldn't deny it. "... Yeeees?"
"I opened it in Stats and a dildo fell out. I do not want to know about that
part of my brother's life. Try that again and I will remove your fingers."
Sam's eyes widened and he tried to process the threat, backing away slightly.
Lucy's expression changed to a smile. "But nicely done. I can't wait to see his
face when he finds the satanic ritual guide I hid inside my chem book."
Sam remained frozen for a moment as Lucy walked away. That girl was so
confusing. He never knew whether they were actually friends or not.
It all became worth it when he nearly collided with Gabriel going round the
corner to leave.
"Sam, you're my new partner in crime." Gabriel declared. "You managed to get me
access to my sister's diary. Aside from being the most disturbing shit I have
ever read, I have enough blackmail material to last for a year. Nicely done."
Lucy. Was. Going. To. Kill. Him.
"Thanks?" Sam offered weakly.
Gabriel clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. She likes you, you're safe.
Mostly. Fancy grabbing a coffee before going to get ready for the party?"
"Like on a date?" Sam blurted before he could stop himself.
Gabriel tensed. "Why? ... Do you want it to be?"
Sam had never seen Gabriel nervous. He was a ball of confident energy, the sort
of person who could bounce back from anything. But apparently, things like
potential relationships with innocent Freshman boys were out of his comfort
zone.
Sam found it rather sweet.
Still, it took him a moment to get the courage to say. "Um, well, I wouldn't
mind-"
Gabriel's lips silenced him.
Gabriel kissed like someone with experience. A lot of experience. He knew
exactly where to put pressure and when to be soft, how to manoeuvre his hands
through Sam's hair in the way that felt just perfect, and how to slide his
tongue against Sam in a way that was erotic but not too pornographic for
outside a school. Sam was lost. He couldn't help but think that his abilities
must pale in comparison, but Gabriel pulled back with a smile on his face.
"Fucking finally, Sasquatch."
Sam laughed, a little nervously, but happy all the same.
Gabriel gently slipped his hand into Sam's, squeezing it to check it was OK.
Sam smiled. Neither of them wanted the moment to end.
"Coffee?" Gabriel finally asked.
"Coffee." Sam replied.
The pair of them walked to the car hand-in-hand, ignoring everyone else. The
entire school could have been staring and they probably wouldn't have noticed.
Sam felt like he was floating – a mixture of nervousness and buoyancy that was
playing havoc with his pulse.
As Gabriel pulled out of the parking lot, Anna Novak smiled triumphantly to
herself and fired a quick text to Lucy. It had only taken them two days.
Perhaps now the unresolved sexual tension between those two would ease up a
bit.
Although, knowing how innocent Sam was, it was equally likely that it wouldn't.
***** Seven Minutes In Heaven *****
Chapter Summary
     It's party time for Sam and Gabriel, and they're playing a
     traditional (and slightly ironic, given the setting) high school
     party game.
When Sam was five or six, he had a limit of two candy bars a day so that he
didn't end up eating too much sugar. He always thought that was very unfair.
One day, when his dad was out, he broke into the cupboard in his house where
the candy was kept and ate five bars. John came home about an hour later to
find Sam with a sticky mouth from sugar bouncing up and down on the sofa,
having knocked over a lamp and the vase next to it. Sam had been yelled at and
banned from eating candy for a week, to Dean's amusement and Sam's
disappointment. But to this day, Sam could remember the rush that that quantity
of sugar had given his younger self.
It was that feeling of excitement and headiness that Sam felt now, leaning
against the wall at his party.
Throughout his 'coffee date' with Gabriel, Sam had felt buoyant and happy. He
hadn't stopped smiling for the entire time, and he had a feeling that Gabriel
hadn't either. At around five, the pair had reluctantly parted, Gabriel giving
Sam a kiss that had made every nerve in his body stand to attention. The
resultant happy buzz had lasted all evening, and combined with the rum and coke
Sam was drinking, it had translated into a fantastically heady sensation.
The party was fantastic. Samandriel had stocked up enough booze to run a bar
for a week and stuck on a playlist of modern rock that Sam absolutely loved.
The place was filled with drunken laughter and even when he was just stood on
the edge watching, Sam felt included. A professional event planner couldn't
arrange something that made you feel this good.
Sam took another sip of his drink, watching with amusement as Meg attempted to
entice Crowley to join her in the back room. The pair were currently in the
'off' stage of their on-and-off relationship, but apparently Meg had decided to
change that. Sam had no idea what was being said, but the exaggerated drunken
movements and facial expressions turned it into a comedy show. It was
brilliant.
"Samsickles!" Gabriel materialised from nowhere, wrapping his arms around Sam
and burying his head in his chest. Sam wrapped one arm around his new
boyfriend's back and smiled.
"Having fun, Gabriel?"
"Mmm." Gabriel mumbled something unintelligible and tightened his hold. Sam
chuckled as he finished his drink and set the cup down, before using his now
free hand to stroke Gabriel's hair.
"Aren't you two just adorable?" Sam turned his head to see Charlie looking at
Gabriel like he was a newborn puppy. He had been surprised to see her here, as
she wasn't really friends with many people here, but apparently Ezekiel had
invited her and Kevin along for Sam.
"He's just drunk." Sam continued to pet Gabriel's hair, internally marvelling
at the softness.
"Am not." Gabriel retorted, the sound somewhat muffled.
"We're doing Seven Minutes in Heaven!" Someone yelled from the other side of
the room, to a chorus of whoops.
"Oh we are so doing that. Come on Sam move!" Charlie grabbed Sam's arm and
tried to wrench him away.
"Charlie, that's a game for single people." Sam tried to protest.
Unfortunately, Gabriel chose that point to peel himself away and join Charlie
in dragging Sam over to where everyone was crowding around a closet.
"If you think it's a game for single people Samalam, you haven't been playing
it properly. Are you denying me the opportunity to make out with you in a
closet?"
Sam gave in and allowed the two to pull him over, grabbing another rum and coke
on the way. To be honest he had probably drunk enough, but hey, you only turned
fifteen once.
Ruby Cortese appeared to be organising, and she gestured for everyone to form a
semicircle around the closet.
"Everyone's playing, yeah?" She asked.
No-one disputed her statement, so she continued, picking up an empty bottle and
spinning it. It whizzed around before landing on Charlie, who squealed in
excitement.
"Fuch yeah, bitches!" She declared, setting down her random fruity drink and
stepping forward.
Ruby span again, the bottle bouncing slightly before stopping on Ruby Cassidy.
The blonde Ruby shrugged, before following Charlie into the closet. Charlie
looked a little disappointed to get someone so obviously straight, but the door
was shut and Ruby Cortese started a timer on her phone, a small smile on her
face.
"Five bucks on Ruby not even agreeing to kiss." She commented.
"Done. I know for a fact Ruby and Meg snogged each other during seven minutes
last year because they got bored." Balthazar looked confident in his opinion.
"Piss off we did!" Meg butted in. "It was one chaste kiss, and I'm not saying
that because I have a problem with lesbianism."
"Not up for a threesome then?" Crowley drawled.
Sam's eyes widened, and he turned to Gabe who was glancing up at Sam with
twinkling eyes.
"Should I bribe Ruby so we can go in next?" He asked.
Sam couldn't deny the thrill of being in a confined space with Gabriel for
seven minutes. He doubted they would do very much – it was too public for Sam
to relax enough for anything serious – but the temptation was definitely there.
"Maybe in a minute." Sam replied, his confidence boosted by the alcohol. He
pressed a kiss to Gabriel's temple.
A thump sounded from the closet, and everyone turned to stare at the closed
door.
"Fucking hell, I am not staring at a closet for five more minutes. Anyone
joining me for a smoke?" Lucy stepped back from the circle, quickly followed by
Anna and Crowley (to Meg's obvious disappointment). Samandriel moved away as
well, pressing a button on a remote as he did so to increase the volume of the
music.
"Dance with me, Sasquatch." Gabriel suddenly declared, putting his arms around
Sam's waist.
Knowing better than to complain, Sam allowed Gabriel to steer him into a clear
patch of floor and start to dance. A few other people joined them, clearly
recognising that this was a better way to pass the time. Sam was awful at
dancing, and he narrowly avoided stepping on Gabriel's feet several times
before confining himself to small movements and swaying.
It was nice, having Gabriel in his arms like this, even if the dancing itself
was terrible. Sam had no idea how he hadn't realised his feelings for Gabriel
sooner. He was starting to understand why Dean looked at Castiel like he held
some kind of secret that the rest of the universe wasn't privy to.
An alarm went off, startling Sam until he realised it meant the seven minutes
were up. The semicircle was reformed, and Charlie opened the closet to reveal a
slightly awkward looking Ruby and a surprisingly happy Charlie.
"We're going next." Dean spoke up, gesturing to himself and Castiel, but Ruby
shot them a look.
"The closet won't even be useable after you two get your freak on in there. You
can wait your turn."
Dean looked annoyed, but Castiel didn't appear to care. Ruby span the bottle
again, and Sam's stomach swooped when he noticed it had landed on him.
"Alright, I'm guessing you're with Gabriel?"
Sam didn't even have a chance to reply before Gabriel was enthusiastically
dragging him into the closet and the door was being shut behind them. Inside,
it was dark and claustrophobic, but Gabriel's arms moved around Sam and made
him feel safe.
"So, Sammy," Gabriel's voice whispered in his ear, "How much are you up for?"
Instead of answering, Sam moved quickly and captured Gabriel's lips in a
passionate kiss.
If the small moan was any indication, Gabriel heartily approved of this plan of
action, kissing back with vigour and threading his fingers in Sam's shirt. Sam
moved his own hands to rest against the closet wall on either side of Gabriel,
pinning him there. Gabriel pulled away to take a breath and Sam transferred his
lips to Gabriel's neck, drawing a louder moan from the smaller man. Gabriel's
skin tasted slightly of soap but Sam ignored the taste in favour of sucking a
hickey onto the pulse point.
Gabriel pushed Sam away before capturing his lips again, his hands moving to
the buttons of Sam's shirt and pulling them open. Sam distantly remembered that
getting undressed was probably a bad idea, but he allowed Gabriel to remove the
annoying fabric and run his hands over Sam's chest. His hands were soft and
warm, and Sam moaned quietly as Gabriel circled a nipple. His own hands
scrabbled under Gabriel's shirt, running over the contours of his back as they
continued to kiss.
Slowly, Gabriel moved his lips from Sam's mouth down his neck, reaching his
collarbone and sucking. Sam almost hit his head against the wall as he threw it
back, resisting the urge to dig his nails into Gabriel's skin in pleasure. He
could feel himself hardening under the onslaught of sensations, and when
Gabriel's tongue touched his nipple he cried out.
Sam was just about to pull Gabriel up so he could kiss him again when the alarm
sounded, causing him to jump and smack his head against the wall. Pain shot
through his skull and he staggered, and when the door opened he practically
fell onto the floor, blinded by pain and sudden brightness.
As his senses returned, Sam noticed a couple of people staring at him, and
realised his shirt was hanging open with a prominent hickey forming on his
collarbone. He quickly moved to do his shirt up again, but a pair of hands
moved over his chest and stopped him in his quest.
"Leave it, Sasquatch. Let's go upstairs."
Gabriel's voice was seductive, and Sam's knees felt a little weak as it sparked
his imagination. But he was nervous, much more nervous than he had been playing
Seven Minutes in Heaven. It was only a few hours ago that Sam and Gabriel had
become an official pair, and while he was now fifteen, Sam was still a young
and inexperienced virgin and he had a feeling Gabriel was suggesting something
more. Feeling more sober than he had done all evening, Sam tried to hide his
butterflies as he jerkily nodded and allowed Gabriel to lead him out and up the
winding staircase of Samandriel's place.
"Are we allowed up here?" Sam asked, keeping his voice steady.
Gabriel let out a low laugh. "Sammykins, it's quite expected at parties like
this that people'll pile into random rooms. The ones with socks on the door are
in use or we're not allowed in. Party code."
Gabriel pushed open the first door they came to and Sam followed him into what
was obviously a guest bedroom. Most of the space was taken up by a double bed
with a rather ugly floral pattern. Gabriel shot Sam a confident smile, and Sam
shakily returned it, before trying to hide his nerves by leaning down to press
as kiss to Gabriel's lips.
As always, kissing Gabriel was both exciting and relaxing, and Sam found
himself calming as he got lost in the sensation. Gabriel peeled Sam's shirt
entirely off and brushed his hands over the nipples again, and Sam in return
pulled at Gabriel's shirt until he moved back so Sam could just yank it over
his head.
Gabriel tried to push Sam back against the bed, but Sam had never been one to
relinquish control. And in instead he span Gabriel around so that he was the
one being pushed down. Climbing so that he was hovering over Gabriel, Sam
lowered his lips to Gabriel's neck, working his way quickly down and leaving a
trail of kisses in his wake. Below him, Gabriel squirmed in pleasure,
occasionally letting out a small gasp or moan when Sam came across a
particularly sensitive spot. Being in control reinstated Sam's confidence, and
he found himself kissing down Gabriel's stomach getting closer and closer to
his hardness below.
Before he could get there, Gabriel was yanking at his hair and pulling him up
for another kiss, their tongues clashing. His hands roamed freely over Sam's
back, venturing down to cup his ass and apply pressure to encourage him to
grind down. Sam found himself tensing again, caught between the pressing
arousal that was demanding friction and the logical part of his brain that was
screaming about going too fast and having no idea what to do. Fortunately,
Gabriel seemed to pick up on this and pulled his mouth away, moving his hands
to a safer place on Sam's upper back.
"Are you OK, Sammy? This isn't too much?"
Embarrassed, Sam moved his mouth to kiss Gabriel's neck again, but Gabriel
moved away.
"Stop avoiding the subject, Sammy. We can talk about this."
Sam sighed, before rolling off Gabriel and looking at him in the dim light.
"I'm fine, Gabriel. This is just... still quite new. But it's fine. More than
fine."
Gabriel didn't look convinced, but he gave Sam a weak smile anyway.
"OK. But if it gets too much, just tell me and we'll slow down. You set the
pace. I can wait."
The sentiment was lovely, but it made Sam feel horribly inexperienced, and he
returned to kissing Gabriel like he had something to prove.
Hands caressed flushed skin and mouths sucked bruises wherever they could
reach, emitting moans whenever things got particularly heated. Sam returned to
his worshipping of Gabriel's torso, kissing around Gabriel's slightly raised
belly with reverence. People always put so much stock on muscles on guys, but
the soft, slightly pudgy stomach Gabriel had was almost a relief to Sam. He was
used to the softness of girls, and muscles on Gabriel would just be too
different. The muscular guys you saw in magazines or online had never done
anything for him.
Gabriel's hands moved to cup Sam's ass again, but this time he was more
relaxed, enjoying the hands moving over the denim. He dipped his hips down and
gave an experimental roll against Gabriel's, a loud moan tearing itself from
both their throats at the sensation.
Fuck, did Sam need to do that again.
The kissing and touching descended into messy grinding, Gabriel gripping Sam's
ass and moving him in a desperate bid for friction. Sam had never felt anything
quite like it before, and found his head foggy with all of the pleasure
coursing through him. It lasted much less time than he would like, before his
vision went white and his muscles tensed as he came, coating his boxers in
uncomfortable stickiness, He squirmed at the sensation, already wanting to wash
it off despite the post-orgasmic haze.
However, Gabriel was a lot more experienced and wouldn't come from a few
minutes of awkward grinding. Sam felt nervous at the prospect of doing anything
else, but he didn't want to leave Gabriel hanging.
"It's fine, Samalam. More than fine. Go clean yourself up, I'll finish myself
off."
Sam felt guilty. "I can just..." He didn't know what to offer.
Gabriel gave a reassuring smile, although Sam could tell from his eyes that he
regretted having to do it.
"Don't worry about it. That was probably your first time coming with a partner.
I know what it's like when you're inexperienced, I've been there."
Sam didn't want to think about his boyfriend with anyone else, but admittedly
it was quite reassuring. He sighed.
"If you're sure?"
"I'm sure."
With one last guilty glance, Sam traipsed out to find a bathroom and clean the
quickly drying come off. Behind him, Gabriel followed Sam's progress with a
slightly wistful look before dipping his hand into his pants to finally get a
release.
***** Forgive Me (I Gotta Take A Chance Tonight) *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean thinks Cas is acting oddly - and this comes to a head when Cas
     refuses to leave the party with Dean, claiming he isn't in the mood.
     Drunk and irritated, Dean leaves with a group of others to get high,
     and makes a big mistake.
Chapter Notes
     *Potential Spoiler*
     Warning for cheating. If that's an issue for you, I would advise
     skipping this chapter.
Dean quickly got bored waiting to play Seven Minutes in Heaven. It wasn't like
he needed the excuse of some crappy game or a closet to make out with Cas, so
instead he just suggested that they join the smokers outside. Cas agreed,
although he seemed somewhat off, something that made Dean distinctly uneasy.
It was quiet in the garden behind the house, with just the faint sound of music
and the occasional exhalation. The only light was provided by the moon and the
glowing of cigarettes, so everyone's attention briefly flickered to Dean and
Castiel when Dean pulled out his lighter. Deciding not to break the silence,
Dean lit up without a word before passing the lighter to Cas, who did the same.
"We should totally blow this party to go hotboxing." Lucy commented a minute
later.
Dean's eyes lit up in interest. "Fuck, I haven't done that in months. I'm
game."
"Hotboxing?" Samandriel asked. Dean was almost surprised to see him out here,
the weedy kid hadn't struck him as the type to smoke. But then again, he was in
no place to judge.
"God's gift to humans." Crowley drawled. "Smoking cannabis in an enclosed space
so fumes can't escape. There isn't a rush like it. Can't think of anywhere to
do it around here though."
"Someone'll have a greenhouse." Lucy shrugged. "I don't care. I just really
need to get high and away from Michael."
Dean still didn't know the layout of the town, so he took a drag before nudging
Cas, who was slightly away from the group. "You know anywhere round here?" He
whispered in his ear.
Castiel sighed. "Maybe. I don't particularly wish to go hotboxing with Lucy."
"Why not?" Dean was surprised. So far, Castiel had been up for pretty much
everything, and he wasn't exactly a stranger to the joys of cannabis. It was
unlike him to turn this sort of thing down.
"I'm not really in the mood. You go. I'll stay here, see if I can imbibe enough
alcohol to have some kind of effect."
That was not how Dean wanted the evening to go. He wanted them both to end up
high, pissed, and naked in some bedroom somewhere where they could pass out
after having sex. Although the bedroom part was optional – Dean wasn't that
fussy. Castiel bailing before anything had happened was not part of the plan.
"Come on, man," Dean wheedled, "Just this once?"
"No, Dean." Cas remained firm. "We can talk about this tomorrow."
Dean couldn't remember being turned away by Cas at any point during their
relationship. This was a first. And it wasn't a good one. Dean felt like he'd
been slapped, and he turned away before he ended up doing something stupid.
"Fine." He replied harshly. "And don't bother. I won't be in any state to talk
tomorrow."
He practically stomped over to the others, noticing Lucy's raised eyebrows and
shaking his head at her. Dean did not want to talk about this. It was a good
thing that they were already planning on getting high, because now, Dean
definitely needed it.
"There's an abandoned house a few blocks away with a shed. We can use that.
It's not perfect, but I don't really give a fuck." Anna was blunt, but Dean
shared the sentiment, so he nodded quickly.
Without bothering to say goodbye to anyone, Lucy unbolted the back gate and
held it open for everyone else. Samandriel gave a contemplative look at his
house before following. Dean wondered if it was really safe him leaving his
house in the hands of a bunch of drunk high schoolers.
"Trouble in paradise?" Crowley asked Dean as they wandered down the road,
cigarettes discarded in the bushes.
"I don't wanna talk about it." Dean muttered. Crowley didn't push.
"If you don't feel like shit tomorrow night you should come out with us. Jo's
mum Ellen owns a bar called the Roadhouse, and there's an area out back where
we go sometimes. Ash's got some new shit for us to try."
It was tempting. Dean had successfully made it out of the 'stoner crowd' when
he moved here, but these guys were a lot less dangerous and the police were
nonexistent. He couldn't see the harm in joining them for one evening,
especially if Cas was blowing him off.
"Yeah, why not? Where should I meet you?"
Crowley smirked. "I'll bully someone into picking you up. Probably Meg, she
generally does what I say."
Dean was unimpressed. "Dude, that is blatant abuse of her crush on you."
"I always pay my debts. If she does something for me, she gets rewarded."
Dean decided that he really didn't want to know. Crowley wasn't exactly scary,
but he had moments where he creeped Dean out. Still, he was probably a good
person to have on your side.
Finally, the group made it to a small house with boarded up windows and an
overgrown front lawn. Judging from the beer bottles outside, it was a regular
haunt of people who just wanted somewhere private to get drunk or high. Lucy
didn't even bother opening the low front gate, simply hopping over, almost
flashing Dean her panties. He silently cursed the wind for not lifting her
skirt higher, brushing guilt over Cas out of his head. Cas had made it quite
clear that tonight, he was not interested. Besides, being with Cas didn't mean
he couldn't look and appreciate anyone else.
Dean hopped over the gate after Samandriel, before turning to check that
Crowley and Anna were OK. Crowley, typically, followed with no issue, but Anna
smoothed down her skirt and fiddled around blindly for the latch.
"Want a hand?" Dean asked, holding his hands out over the fence.
Anna gave him a quick look, before glancing down. "You can't lift me over
this." She commented disbelievingly.
Smirking at the challenge, Dean simply moved his arms around her and lifted,
noticing how light she was. It was like the girl never ate anything. He
couldn't help but compare her weight to when he was lifting Cas up to pin him
against the wall... no, he would not think about Cas tonight. He refused to be
the guy who pined whenever his boyfriend got antsy.
Anna looked up at him with an impressed smile.
"Well, Dean Winchester, aren't you full of surprises."
It took a moment for Dean to recognise the blatant flirting. He was momentarily
shocked – sure, Anna was a bit of a wildcat with her smoking and general going
around with Lucy, but she hadn't seemed like the type to advocate cheating.
Besides, she was a Novak, so she was related to Cas in some capacity. That
seemed a bit low. But she was hot, and Cas was being a prissy bitch, and Dean
was a bit drunk and a lot angry, so Dean simply gave her a wink before walking
with her towards the back garden, one hand hovering slightly too close to her
arse to be friendly.
The shed, Dean soon discovered, was a typical wooden construction covered in
graffiti with one side window that was broken. Samandriel had produced a random
bit of plasterboard from somewhere to cover it with, and Dean helped Anna to
climb through before pulling himself in and helping Samandriel block the gap.
"I can't fucking see." Lucy complained.
Crowley flicked on his lighter. "Candles?"
"The fuck would I be carrying candles for?" Lucy replied.
"There might be some in the house." Dean suggested.
"You volunteering?" Samandriel asked.
"Can't be arsed. The dark doesn't bother me." Dean used the flickering light to
pull a joint and his own lighter from his pocket, lighting up. "Fuck did I need
this."
Lucy copied him, lighting her own joint before handing one to Anna. "Mmm.
Michael's been up my ass all week, I barely even had time to see my dealer.
Sometimes he is the shittiest older brother."
"That, darling, is why being an only child is the best." Crowley interjected,
finally lighting his own joint and flicking off his lighter. "Especially when
your dad's fucked off and your mum's never around much either."
"Absent parent syndrome. Fuck can I sympathise." Dean agreed.
"You guys are so lucky. Novak's have to live up to so much." Samandriel sounded
bitter. "Especially when your older brother is freaking perfect Inias."
"Have you tried having Zachariah as your dad?" Anna butted in.
Everyone made sympathetic sounds at that. Dean placed one hand on Anna's
shoulder.
"That must made for some sucky moments."
"You have no idea." Anna replied, rolling her eyes. She leant slightly into
Dean's touch, and he decided against moving his hand. She was warm, and while
the atmosphere was getting heady, it was also pretty cold.
Half an hour later, the five of them had descended into a mass of helpless
laughter. Lucy was telling some story about a club her and Michael had gone to
over the summer, when Michael had been busted for his fake ID but Lucy had
gotten away with it by sleeping with the bouncer.
"It was the fucking best. His face was a fucking picture, all red and
everything, and this girl he had been flirting with was losing her shit for
lying to her about his age. I was just watching in hysterics 'cause I hadn't
been caught and he couldn't dob me in. Best holiday."
Even Crowley was chuckling, his eyes glassy as he leant back against the shed
wall, and Samandriel was completely out of it. Anna was laughing so hard she
was crying, her face buried in Dean's chest, and Dean had one arm around her
with a mostly smoked joint in the other.
"He tried to go back on the last day as well."
"He did not." Dean threw back his head with laughter, not noticing when it hit
the wall. Michael was an idiot.
"He did. Got dragged aside before he even got in, threatened with the cops if
he ventured near the place again. He was so fucking scared he nearly shat
himself."
"Speaking of, I need a piss." Dean disentangled himself from Anna, ignoring her
disappointed pout, before moving aside the plasterboard and clambering out the
window. He almost fell on his ass several times making his way over to the
bushes, but he managed to take a leak without getting it all over himself, so
he counted that as victory.
He was just making his way back when he noticed Anna attempting to make her way
out of the window. She looked like she was about to slip, so Dean reached up to
pull her out, his hands grazing her breasts and noticing how hard her nipples
were. Dean tensed. Fuck, the cannabis had made him horny. This wasn't good.
Anna have him a seductive smile, and Dean's breath caught. This wasn't
happening. His throat felt dry, and not just from the smoke, and any resistance
that he might otherwise have had was crumbling. Cas had abandoned him. He felt
needy, and here was a fucking hot girl presenting herself to him. Dean didn't
want to hurt Cas, but Cas had already hurt him, and Anna looked so fucking
kissable to his stoned brain.
"I'm cold." Anna complained. "Can we go in the house and look for blankets?"
The lie was transparent. She wanted them to find a bed. But fuck if Dean wasn't
on board with that suggestion.
From somewhere, his rational brain was screaming at him, but the part that was
high and desperate overruled it and he agreed with a cheeky smile. He held out
one arm so Anna could tuck herself into his side, her warm body pressing
against his. His hand pressed against her waist, thumb stroking the material
covering her back. This was wrong. Dean knew it was wrong. But his hand ignored
the thoughts telling him so and slipped under her thin top, stroking the soft
skin underneath.
The back door to the house was broken, hanging on its hinges, but it was dark
and Anna almost tripped over as they made their way through it. Dean caught
her, the hand that wasn't around her waist, moving to support her front, and it
ended up just below her breast. Anna's breath hitched, and any kind of sense
left Dean's mind as she turned to face him. He could barely see her, just the
outline of her perfect curves and the swell of her breasts. She moved closer,
so he could smell her intoxicating perfume, and he tucked his head into the
crook of her neck, just breathing in. She remained still, and he was overcome
by the need to just taste her, take her apart right here and forget himself in
her.
He didn't quite know what happened, but somehow they moved into a room with a
sofa, and Dean was being pushed down onto it as Anna straddled him and kissed
him hungrily. She tasted like smoke and Cannabis and too much tequila, but it
didn't matter, because Dean couldn't find the effort to care. His hands pulled
off her top with too much force and his lips sought out her nipples with a
complete lack of finesse, but the moan she let out when he started to suck was
worth it. Her breasts were small but firm, and he had missed this, the feeling
of boobs in his hands. Anna's skin was sweet, like sugar, and her back arched
beautifully when he bit down, a cry tearing itself from her throat.
Dean's shirt was discarded somewhere and Anna's small, soft hands roamed over
his chest, caressing every muscle in a way that made him shiver. She followed
with her nails, and the small pang of pleasure-pain made Dean hiss and crave
more. Her teasingly short denim skirt vanished, her tights laddered as Dean
yanked at them to just get them away, and she moaned again as Dean ran his
hands over her through her thin panties.
Being so hard within the confines of his jeans hurt, but Dean ignored it as he
slipped one finger under her panties and caressed her slit. She was already
wet, and as he rubbed her clit he could feel her getting wetter still. But Anna
wasn't the sort to just take it, and her nimble fingers worked the zipper of
his jeans and yanked them and his boxers down in one go, leaving Dean to kick
them off and moan in relief as his throbbing erection was freed.
The first touch of Anna's fingers to it was heavenly, but he had not time to
adjust before she sank down onto him, enveloping him in tight, wet heat. His
brain fried, Dean could only hang on as Anna rode him, setting a punishing pace
and bringing Dean's hand up to stroke her clit. Her breasts bounced above him
and Dean caught one nipple, savouring Anna's moan as he worshipped it. It
wasn't long before she was tightening around him, drenching his cock, and the
action made him cry out as he followed her over the edge.
Dean drifted off still naked and drenched in their combined come, with guilt
niggling in his brain and Anna's body draped over him. He was too out of it to
even register that they hadn't used a condom.
***** In The Morning (Not So Heavenly) *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Sam's life is not a Hallmark movie, but may very well have
     become an awful episode of the Jeremy Kyle show.
Chapter Notes
     I had a couple of people ask me about the final line of last chapter,
     sounding concerned. I would like to confirm that there will NOT be
     any underage pregnancy in this story. I didn't warn for it at the
     start and I have no wish to introduce it now. I hope that clears up
     any issues that people had.
It was official – Sam absolutely hated the mornings after parties.
His head felt like it was being split in two, and he swore he hadn't even had
that much to drink. There was light pouring in and stabbing at his closed eyes,
and it almost felt like there was some kind of weight crushing his chest and
hair tickling his nose...
Oh. Sam's mind flashed back to Gabriel, and suddenly his morning began to look
a lot better.
Shifting to move the sun out of his eyes, Sam peeled his eyes open and glanced
down at Gabriel's sleeping form. He looked peaceful, almost angelic in a way
that certainly never came across when he was awake. Lazily, Sam reached with
one hand and stroked his boyfriend's hair, a smile on his face. The headache
and icky taste in his mouth were worth it for this moment.
Had this been a movie, Gabriel's eyes would have slowly opened and blinked up
at Sam, before they proceeded to make out for half an hour before getting up.
Unfortunately, Sam's life wasn't a movie. Instead, Gabriel attempted to roll
over and flung one arm out, catching Sam in the nose and causing a searing pain
and a torrent of blood.
"Morni – fuck, ahh!" Sam shoved Gabriel off and moved one hand to cover his
nose, groping blindly for the tissues on the nightstand. He tried to recall his
old knowledge of first aid and what you were supposed to do with nosebleeds.
"Sorry, Sasquatch." Gabriel sounded half-asleep but sincere, and Sam tried to
convey with his eyes that he didn't blame him. Unfortunately, by looking at
Gabriel the sun met his eyes again and he found himself squeezing his eyes shut
and hissing at the additional pain.
No, his life definitely wasn't a Hallmark movie. Not even close.
The nosebleed finished a few minutes later, and Gabriel helped Sam clear away
the bloody tissues with a sheepish expression. He gave Sam a quick peck on the
cheek, but Sam knew his face was probably a bloody mess so excused himself to
the bathroom before Gabriel attempted anything more.
The cold water on his face helped, but Sam's attention was also drawn to the
hickey's littering his beck and chest. Gabriel had really gone to town. True,
Sam remember giving Gabriel at least this many back, but he was probably used
to covering them up. Sam had never had to deal with this sort of thing before.
Wandering back into the spare room, Sam was surprised to see that Gabriel had
already gotten dressed and appeared to be actually making the bed.
"So sorry about that, Sammy." Gabriel apologised again, but Sam waved it off.
"Don't worry about it. It was an accident. What are you doing?"
"Samandriel's parents are my aunt and uncle, I like to keep on their good side.
Hungry?"
Sam moved over to where Gabriel was standing, slightly conscious that he was
still only wearing boxers, and pulled his boyfriend into a kiss.
Gabriel tasted of stale alcohol and residual sugar, but Sam didn't care,
revelling in it anyway. His lips were warm and soft and the way his arms moved
to gently rest on his back made him feel loved.
Moving back to breathe, Gabriel looked up at Sam with darkened eyes.
"Not that I'm complaining, Samalam, but having put all this work into dressing
and tidying up the bed it would be a pain to have to do it all again."
Sam couldn't help it – he blushed. That had not been what he was thinking.
Well, OK, it had crossed his mind, but he wasn't entirely sure he was ready.
"Shove some clothes on and I'll make breakfast. I make the most fantastic
pancakes, with syrup and ice-cream and all sorts of goodness. You'll love
them." Gabriel stepped back and grinned at Sam.
"Ice-cream for breakfast?" Sam asked, yanking on his pants and rooting around
for his shirt.
"Hell yeah! Samandriel had better have the nice stuff in this place or I'll
kick his ass."
Sam laughed, finally locating his shirt and following Gabriel downstairs. Like
at Madison's, they weren't the only people congregating in the kitchen,
although he noted that Samandriel didn't appear to be there.
"Morning," Castiel grunted, obviously not a morning person. Sam was surprised
not to see Dean.
"Where's my brother?"
Castiel's face seemed to fall, and Sam's eyes widened.
"Did you two fight?"
"We had a minor disagreement and he left to go get high. I think he had the
right idea, I'd have a joint myself if he hadn't taken the good stuff with
him."
Sam didn't really know how to respond to that, but something within him
squeezed uncomfortably. He knew that Dean did drugs, but his brother hadn't
left for the sole purpose of getting high since he'd arrived in Heaven. Sam had
hoped his brother was getting better, but apparently not.
"Cheer up, cousin, he's probably just in a shed somewhere with Lucy's lot.
He'll be fine." Gabriel offered a smile while waving a pan in the air.
"Who's in a shed?" Meg wandered in looking very much worse for wear, her hair
rather like a birds nest and her makeup smudged. She plopped down next to
Castiel and stole the coffee mug he was nursing.
"My brother, Dean." Sam decided sitting down was a great idea and pulled up a
stool near the stove.
"Ohh, right. Trouble in paradise?"
Castiel sighed, reclaiming his mug of coffee. "Dean can have trouble
understanding that not everything has to lead to sex. I don't believe he has
much experience of relationships."
He was right there. Sam couldn't recall a single proper relationship that his
brother had had back in the city.
"No offence, Clarence, but ditching you to get high because you didn't want sex
sounds like a dick move."
The nickname confused Sam, but Cas seemed familiar with it.
"He's perfectly entitled to get high with Lucy and Anna if he so wishes. It
would just be nice if he hadn't left in quite such a confrontational manner."
Meg took Cas's hand and squeezed it briefly, before dropping it in favour of
investigating the coffee machine. Sam had a feeling that he was missing
something here, but he ignored it because a rather delicious aroma was settling
over the kitchen.
Gabriel had started cooking, and he must do something magical to pancake batter
because it smelt nicer than any pancake Sam had smelt before. In fact, he
didn't remember pancakes having a strong smell, but this one did. He let out a
soft moan.
"Trust me, Sammich, it tastes even better." Gabriel winked at him before
tossing the pancake onto a plate in a very stylized manoeuvre. Show off.
Gabriel held out the plate and Sam accepted it happily, drizzling on syrup and
a scoop of ice cream before taking a bite.
Gabriel was right. The pancake was exactly the right texture and it exploded
with flavour, causing Sam to let out a louder moan that had Gabriel's eyes
darkening again.
"This is fantastic." He commented, half through a mouthful of pancake.
A drop of syrup ran down his chin, and Sam moved to wipe it off, but before he
could Gabriel was right there, leaning in to lick it off with his tongue. The
action sent a pang of heat through Sam, and he stared up at Gabriel with
lustful eyes.
"Save it for the bedroom, guys," Meg complained, and Gabriel gave Sam a
promising look before moving back to the stove. Sam shivered.
The rest of breakfast was a more subdued affair, although everyone clearly
enjoyed Gabriel's pancakes. It was only when the door rattled and Lucy and
Samandriel stumbled in that conversation started up again.
"You look like shit." Meg's comment was a tad hypocritical, but that didn't
make it untrue. Lucy looked like she had spent the night in a ditch, and
Samandriel's eyes were still unfocused.
"Shove it," Lucy retorted, "Have Dean and Anna turned up? They disappeared,
thought they might have come back here to fuck."
Castiel dropped his mug.
"Dean wouldn't."
Sam wanted desperately to agree, but he knew his brother. Dean wasn't the best
at showing restraint and his morals were skewed at best. He really, really
hoped that Dean hadn't fucked this up.
Gabriel laid a comforting hand on Cas's shoulder.
"He was high and angry and Anna wasn't exactly being subtle. If you want me to
beat him up for you that's cool." Lucy stole a spare pancake from the side and
grabbed the syrup.
Samandriel still hadn't moved, and Sam decided it would be easier to deal with
him than an issue involving his jerk of a brother. "You alright?" He asked,
walking over.
Samandriel looked up briefly before shaking his head. "I think I'm gonna puke."
Sam just about got him to the toilet in time before he was chucking up
something that smelt like almost pure alcohol. He winced, rubbing the skinny
boy's back.
Gabriel appeared behind him, placing one hand on Sam's hip. "Can I talk to you?
He'll be fine, just needs to get it out of his system."
Sam felt a sense of trepidation but agreed, gesturing to Meg on his way out to
keep an eye on Samandriel. She seemed to be comforting Castiel, but nodded.
As soon as they were in another room, Gabriel engulfed Sam in a hug. He felt
himself relax, unaware of how tense he'd been up until this moment.
"I'm sorry." Gabriel mumbled into his chest.
"About what?"
"Our families are great big bags of dicks."
Despite everything, Sam let out a weak laugh, giving Gabriel a chaste kiss.
"You don't need to worry about Dean. No – seriously – he isn't your
responsibility. He makes his own choices and it isn't your job to take the fall
for them."
Gabriel always managed to say exactly the right thing. Sam sighed.
"I know. I just... I thought he was getting better, with Cas and everything,
but apparently he hasn't really changed."
"I often feel the same about Lucy." Gabriel took a breath. "I'm not Michael, I
don't follow her every move and try to get her off the drugs. She's a strange
girl, and she needs to learn for herself. But I don't want her to completely go
off the rails and screw her life up. She's my sister and I love her, and I know
she can do better. She just doesn't."
"Everything's so messed up."
Gabriel chuckled. "Do you know what having such a weird, extended family has
taught me? There isn't a single person on this Earth who isn't screwed up, no
matter what they tell you. We've all got our demons. It's how we deal with them
that's important."
Sam didn't know how he had ever managed to get the attention of someone like
Gabriel. Sure, he was a trickster who acted like a ridiculous hyperactive kid
most of the time, but he was damn intelligent too.
Warm lips met his own, and Sam returned the kiss eagerly, craving anything to
distract him from the emotional turmoil. He slipped his hands under Gabriel's
t-shirt and ran them over his back, capturing the resultant moan. Gabriel's
thumbs hooked in Sam's belt and pulled him closer, and Sam could feel himself
getting hard in response to the attention. He used his height advantage to pin
Gabriel against the door, aligning their hips and moving his mouth to Gabriel's
neck.
"Fuck, Sam, the things you do to me."
Sam felt pride go through him at those words, sucking yet another hickey onto
Gabriel's neck before crashing their lips together again. Gabriel responded
enthusiastically, his hands cupping Sam's ass and stroking it in a way that
made Sam shiver.
A shout sounded from the other room and Sam pulled away, tilting his head to
try and make out the words.
"You absolute fucking bastard Dean Winchester! Did you even think about what
this would do to me? No, don't you dare try to apologise, I don't want to hear
anything from you. Get out of my sight and don't speak to me again unless you
want me to remove your testicles and feed them to the dogs!"
Sam's eyes widened, and he opened the door just in time to see a red faced
Castiel storming upstairs and the front door slamming closed.
Anna was now sat at the front table, her hair a complete mess, her clothes
ripped and her head in her hands. She looked like she had been crying.
"Fuck." Gabriel whispered into Sam's ear. Sam couldn't think of a more
appropriate sentiment.
"It's not your fault." Meg reassured Anna, but she gave Meg a glare before
turning to look at Sam.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know, I thought they'd broken up and I've liked Dean
for ages..." She broke down in sobs again.
Sam felt torn. On the one hand, Dean was the one who had cheated on Cas and
royally screwed up his first proper relationship. But on the other hand, even
if Dean and Cas hadn't still be together, sleeping with someone an hour after a
breakup – when their ex was your cousin – seemed like a harsh move anyway.
"When did you figure out they were still together?" Gabriel's voice was
surprisingly stony.
"When he woke up this morning and his firsts words were 'Shit, Cas.' I asked
him if he they had broken up and he said no, and then he started swearing and
calling himself an idiot and I felt like dying. I was so stupid. But I was
drunk and high, and he was blatantly flirting, and fuck."
"Oh, Sunday dinner is going to be joyous this week," Gabriel muttered. "Anna,
go and take a shower, and if you bump into Cas I'd advise grovelling. Lots of
it. Now, it's too early for me to deal with the Jeremy Kyle show making its
home in my life, so I'm taking Sam to the park. If anyone wants to join us we
can play baseball and act normal for a few hours."
Gabriel took Sam's arm and almost dragged him out of the house. They let out
twin sighs of relief as soon as they were outside, despite the combination of
blinding sun and cold, biting wind.
"God, Sasquatch, it had to be your birthday party that turned into the biggest
mess Heaven has ever seen, didn't it. I'm sorry."
"Gabriel, you've apologised too many times today. This isn't your fault. Come
on, let's go to the park and see if we can squeeze in a make out session before
too many other people get there. I really need to forget about all this for a
while."
"Sammy, I like the way your mind works."
Gabriel took Sam's hands and smiled at him before they started to head to the
park. This had already been the most rollercoaster morning of Sam's life, and
it was barely half ten. He really hoped that nothing else would happen today to
surprise him.
Oh, who was he kidding. At this rate the day was going to end with him being
knocked out during baseball or something equally traumatic.
***** Losing It In Heaven *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam's been worrying about Dean all week and Gabriel decides to
     distract him. It's super effective.
If Sam hadn't been able to escape to Gabriel's every day, the last week would
have been completely unbearable. He hadn't realised how essential Cas was to
Dean's sanity until the two had broken up. But after the third consecutive day
of finding his brother wandering through the house high at three in the
morning, Sam knew something had to be done.
Currently, he was swimming lengths in Gabriel's pool, partly because he felt
like the exercise and partly because he needed the time to think. He needed to
come up with a way of getting Dean and Castiel back together. But how? Cas was
more than pissed at Dean, and he had every right to be. Sam knew that his
brother had been a complete jerk. But according to Jimmy, Castiel's nine year
old brother, Cas was currently no better than Dean. If the pair of them didn't
make up soon, then something truly awful might happen, and no-one wanted that.
The sound of footsteps echoed from the garden, but Sam ignored it. Gabriel had
said that Sam was welcome to crash at his anytime Dean's moping became too
much, and his entire family had become used to Sam being there. He had even
stayed over a couple of nights ago, crashing in Gabriel's bed. (Nothing had
happened, but Sam was starting to come to terms with the fact that he really
wanted it to).
"I really ought to put a ban on you wearing shirts."
Sam stopped swimming abruptly, coughing as he accidentally inhaled a mouthful
of water. He could feel his face turning bright red and only managed to glance
at Gabriel for a second before self-consciously turning away.
"Um, hi Gabriel," He greeted, completely distracted.
"Dean-o still being a whiny bitch?" Gabriel pulled his t-shirt over his head as
he spoke, and Sam realised he was wearing swim shorts. He moved over in the
pool so that Gabriel could slip in beside him.
"You have no idea. I found him sitting on the couch watching Dr. Sexy again,
and eating nutella out of the jar. Which is the sort of thing I expect from
you, but not from Dean. Dean doesn't even like nutella."
Gabriel contorted his face into an expression of mock horror. "He doesn't like
nutella? Scandalous. Not that Cassie's any better, I heard he's gone to the
cottage on his own and has been blasting Led Zeppelin on repeat. Poor Jimmy's
distraught. Not that he saw much of his brother when he was with Dean, but
they're still close, and he knows Cas isn't happy."
Sam leant back against the wall of the pool, enjoying the feeling of the cold
stone on his back. "Do you reckon Cas will forgive Dean?"
Gabriel's shoulder gently pressed against Sam's. "I think that they're both
idiots and they'll sort themselves out eventually. I also think that you're
worrying far too much about your brother's actions. Considering we've spent so
much time together, you've been pretty distant recently."
Sam started to apologise, but Gabriel placed one finger against his lips.
"Don't. I get it. I used to be the same about Lucy. Just let me help you to
forget about it for a while."
A tingle ran through Sam's body at those words. He didn't think that Gabriel
had been deliberately flirting, but the tone matched certain fantasies that Sam
was a bit embarrassed to have thought of. Repressing a shudder, he pressed a
brief kiss on Gabriel's cheek before nodding.
"First to fifty laps?"
/
Half an hour later, the pair were tired but relaxed, laying back in the pool
and watching the sun as it started to set.
"We really ought to go on a proper date." Sam commented.
Gabriel chucked. "You want me to take you out and show you off, Samalam?"
"Not exactly. I just mean like a real date date. You know, not stopping off at
the diner for lunch or going for a walk after school. An actual, planned in
advance and cheesily romantic date. Or something. I don't know." Sam was
visibly losing confidence.
Gabriel placed his hand on Sam's arm, moving so they were stood facing one
another in the pool. "Sasquatch, I'd love to. How about I make a reservation at
Draconis for tomorrow? We can make an evening of it, you can stay overnight
after, seeing as it's a Friday."
Sam couldn't help the sappy smile that spread over his face. "Seriously?"
"Sam, I want to do all of that with you. I want to take you to posh restaurants
and drive you to the city and show the world that you're mine. I just don't
want to make you do anything you're not comfortable with."
"Why would you think I wouldn't be comfortable with dinner?"
Gabriel sighed. "My idea of dinner and yours are probably quite different. My
family's pretty rich, kiddo. I don't want to overwhelm you."
"You won't." Sam assured Gabriel. "I trust you. You can guide me through it."
Gabriel didn't normally look unsure, but his expression wasn't exactly
confident. Sam didn't like it. Leaning forward, he gently kissed Gabriel's
lips.
The response was instantaneous, Gabriel's hands moving to Sam's hips and his
entire body pushing Sam back against the wall. The cold poolside was a complete
contrast to the warmth of Gabriel's tongue, which was plundering Sam's mouth
with wild abandon. Sam arched into Gabriel, pulling the smaller man up to make
the height issue less obvious. Gabriel kicked in the water to bring his legs up
to Sam's waist, and Sam span around, his hands moving under Gabriel's ass and
scooping him up. He placed Gabriel so he was sitting on the edge of the pool
before surging back in to resume the kiss.
Unfortunately, it only lasted about thirty seconds before Gabriel pulled back,
shivering.
"It's cold as balls out here, Sammich. Let's move this inside."
Agreeing, Sam hauled himself out of the pool and scrambled to grab his towel.
It was actually getting pretty cold, and he hurried inside after Gabriel.
He barely made it two steps inside before Gabriel was on him again, dropping
his towel to the floor. Their wet bodies pressed together deliciously, and the
heat of Gabriel felt amazing on Sam's skin. Sam ran his hands over the planes
of Gabriel's back, before almost subconsciously hooking his fingers in the
waistband of Gabriel's shorts. Realising what he was doing, he suddenly tensed
and pulled back.
This was a line they definitely hadn't crossed. Sure, at Sam's party Gabriel
had made Sam come, but he hadn't reciprocated – and since then there had been
nothing. Neither had ventured beyond making out and occasional, unfinished
grinding. This was completely uncharted territory for Sam, but he was feeling
brave, and he glanced up at Gabriel for permission.
Very slowly, with wide, dark, eyes, Gabriel nodded.
Sam wasn't sure whether to go quickly or slowly, and ended up somewhat
awkwardly pulling down Gabriel's shorts. He was half-hard, and Sam felt his own
dick twitch in response. Entirely unsure what to do, Sam just stared for a
moment before hesitantly cupping Gabriel's cock.
Gabriel hissed, and Sam felt the cock harden in his hand. Emboldened, he closed
his hand around it and moved it slowly up. Gabriel's hips jerked, and he moved
his own hand down and wrapped it around Sam's.
"Grip it harder." Gabriel's voice was rough, but he moved his own hand to
demonstrate what Sam should be doing. Thankful, Sam started a fairly slow pace,
testing the waters to see what Gabriel liked and what he didn't.
A hand moved to touch Sam's waist and he flinched, pausing in his actions.
Gabriel moved his hand away hurriedly, his expression apologetic, and Sam's
eyes widened. He was nervous, but he wanted Gabriel to do this. He moved his
free hand to capture Gabriel's, and slowly moved it back towards his waistband.
"You sure?"
Sam nodded. He was sure.
The first dip of Gabriel's fingers under Sam's waistband sent goosebumps
dancing along his skin. Gabriel moved slowly, like he was unwrapping a present,
and Sam started to get impatient.
He jerked his hand on Gabriel's cock, startling a moan out of the other man.
Using the distraction, he pulled his own shorts down, freeing his erection and
allowing Gabriel's hand to cup it.
When Gabriel started to move his hand along Sam's shaft, Sam forgot everything,
incoherent babble spewing from his lips. This beat everything they had done
before. It was amazing. His entire body thrummed with energy, and his grip on
Gabriel's cock became lax. It took a few strokes before he even registered that
he was supposed to be reciprocating, and resumed his own stroking.
They quickly found a rhythm, their breaths mingling and Sam's free hand resting
on Gabriel's hip. Sam pressed a kiss against the side of Gabriel's head, trying
to convey his appreciation for the smaller man. This was incredible, and he
wanted Gabriel to know it.
Sam came first, his vision going white and then black, every muscle in his body
momentarily tightening. He seemed to go boneless, and it took every ounce of
willpower to persuade his hand to remain tight around Gabriel's cock. However,
the sight of his orgasm seemed to be a catalyst for the smaller man as it only
took a few strokes before Gabriel was coming too, a small shout escaping his
lips and his head thrown back in pleasure.
As Sam's sanity returned, he suddenly realised that he was stood in the small
room at the back of Gabriel's house where the washing machine was kept, covered
in come. Embarrassed, he stepped back and felt around for something to wipe
himself off with. He found a roll of toilet paper and hurriedly wiped himself
off, passing it to Gabriel so he could do the same.
"Damn, Sammy," Gabriel mumbled, his voice hoarse, "That was fucking amazing."
Sam could only agree.
"You know, I wanted our first time together to be something special – romantic
– but that was even better. I can't even describe it. I think you drew my brain
out through my cock."
The image made Sam blush, despite what they had just done. It didn't help that
he was beginning to realise just how naked he was. He looked around, but his
clothes seemed to have come on them and it didn't look like the washing basket
had anything suitably clean in it.
Gabriel noticed his awkwardness and handed Sam a fairly clean towel. "Let's go
upstairs, I have some stuff you can borrow. I'll wash your clothes."
"What if Lucy and Michael see us?" Sam didn't particularly want his boyfriend's
older siblings to catch them both in towels with an obvious post-orgasm air
about them. That was just embarrassing. Plus, Lucy would totally use it as
blackmail material next time she needed something. Threatening to tell Dean
about it would give her the ability to make Sam do almost anything.
Gabriel just shrugged. "Michael's at his girlfriend's, again, and Lucy's
probably out. If anyone else was here they would have already come in. You're
not exactly quiet, kiddo."
Sam's blush deepened, and Gabriel kissed his cheek before wandering towards the
door. Sam followed hesitantly, hiking the towel more securely around his hips.
He didn't care if they were probably alone, he was still paranoid. He felt like
what they had just done was hanging on a neon sign above them.
Gabriel swaggered across the kitchen, clearly not worried about being caught.
He seemed cockier than ever after sex, and Sam rolled his eyes affectionately.
Gabriel was an idiot. A cute and caring idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.
It was only when they reached the stairs that Sam heard the sound of a key
turning in the lock.
His eyes locked on to Gabriel's, and then they were scrambling upstairs as fast
as they could. Voices drifted after them, and Sam realised with horror that it
was Gabriel's parents. Fuck. Why did they have to come home now? Gabriel dived
into his bedroom, dropping the towel in his haste, and Sam followed and slammed
the door, hoping that they hadn't been noticed.
Gabriel crawled under the covers of his bed, chucking a clean pair of boxers at
Sam. Sam only just had time to pull them on before there was a knock on
Gabriel's door.
"Gabriel?"
"Yes mom?" Gabriel called back, his voice surprisingly innocent.
"Would you like Indian or Chinese takeout for dinner?"
Relieved, Sam slumped forward, tension draining out of his body.
"I always want Indian mom, it's Lucy who likes Chinese. I expect she'll be out
tonight."
"Will your friend be wanting any?"
Sam's eyes widened. No. Please no. Please say that she had noticed his shoes by
the door and not seen him running up...
Gabriel was looking at him expectantly, so he called, "Yes please Mrs Novak."
"Lovely. Oh, and Gabriel?"
"Yes mom?"
"Clothes will be expected for dinner."
Sam felt like crawling into a hole and dying. He had never been this
embarrassed in his life. He glanced up at Gabriel, and saw him looking just as
sheepish as Sam felt.
"Sorry, Samalam."
Sam groaned. "Why did she have to come back then?"
"At least your ass is cute. She'll never throw you out now she knows how hot
you are."
Sam threw the nearest object, a French dictionary, at Gabriel.
"Oi! I just suffered a traumatic experience, be nice."
"You don't think it was traumatic for me?" Sam was incredulous.
"It wasn't your dad!"
"My dad would have dragged you out by your ankles and thrown you onto the road
stark naked for trying anything with his son." Sam shuddered at the thought.
"He's a dick."
"Yeah, well my mom will bring that up at every family dinner between now and
Christmas. I'll never live it down. It's almost as bad as that time she caught
me pissing on the neighbours plants when I was eight."
Despite everything, Sam laughed. "Your mom's pretty nice, you'll be fine. I'm
just worried dad'll find out about it."
"Sammy, you're the brother of greatest-manslut-the-world-has-ever-known Dean
Winchester. Your dad won't do anything to you if he was fine with Dean."
"Please don't talk about my brother and that. I'll be scarred for life."
"You mean you've never walked in on him doing the do?"
"No! And I'd like to keep it that way!"
"Not even with Cas?"
"Cas has that house of his dad's, they were never home."
Through the course of their conversation Sam had migrated to the bed, and
Gabriel pulled him under the covers so their bodies were pressed side by side.
"You know, I'm really glad I met you, Sasquatch."
Sam frowned. "What do you mean?"
"You're cute and adorable and funny and, quite frankly, perfect. Yet for some
reason you've chosen to settle down with me. You're amazing, Sam, and I'm so
lucky to have you."
Sam kissed the words off Gabriel's lips.
"Don't be an idiot, Gabriel. I'm the one who's lucky to have you."
***** Trick or Treat? *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam has never been overly fond of Halloween, and doesn't want to
     party either given his recent experiences. But will the alternative -
     giving out candy with Gabriel - prove to be a torture or a treat?
Chapter Notes
     Updates may slow down a bit now as I enter the exam season. This will
     last a couple of months - I will continue posting chapters but I
     can't guess how regularly. I apologise for this, and I promise I will
     make it up to you!
Halloween crept up on Sam, and before knew it he had to deal with an
overexcited Gabriel going on about his 'favourite day ever'. Of course, the
hyperactive sixteen year old loved a day dedicated to candy and pranks. Sam had
started triple-checking his backpack for booby traps every day before school.
He knew exactly what Gabriel could accomplish with his mischief, and didn't
want to become a victim.
Celebrations were eagerly discussed, but Sam didn't really feel like attending
another party after the problems at the last. Fortunately, Gabriel had agreed.
Unfortunately, this meant he had been roped in to handing out sweets to the
children at Gabriel's house – and Gabriel had insisted on costumes.
Sam wasn't overly fussed about his appearance. As long as his clothes were
practical and his hair wasn't shaved short like Dean's, he was happy. But he
had never liked having to dress up. It just wasn't in his nature to enjoy
pretending to be someone else. He could tolerate it, and he tolerated it very
well, but he would never willingly choose to do it. Gabriel and Sam had few
arguments, but this issue had almost sparked one, only being resolved when
Gabriel agreed to let Sam change as soon as all of the kids had stopped coming
round. A few hours Sam could live with – although he wasn't happy about it.
The days before passed in a blur of school and homework, with the occasional
meeting with Gabriel. Dean was still being a prissy jerk, and Sam had almost
given up on him as a lost cause. He was truly hopeless without Castiel to guide
him. If this lasted much longer, the entire gang would be staging an
intervention, for their own sanity.
When the day itself arrived, Sam considered investing in a harness to gain even
a small amount of control over his boyfriend – and not in the sexy way. Gabriel
was like a toddler on LSD. He ran everywhere with a stupid grin on his face,
pulled more pranks than Sam could count and was eventually forced to dodge a
math textbook when Lucy got fed up. Sam was less lucky, and left sporting a
bruised cheekbone with absolutely no idea why he had agreed to date such an
idiot. Gabriel was being ridiculous. True, normally Sam loved his charming
idiocy, but this was too far.
Gabriel also would not shut up about Sam's costume. He spent the entire day
badgering Sam about what he was dressing up as. Of course, Gabriel told
everyone he knew that he was ironically dressing up as the archangel he took
his name from – a motion which had Sam rolling his eyes. Gabriel was rarely so
predictable. Gabriel teased that Sam should dress as Lucifer for 'contrast',
but Sam had no wish to be Lucifer's vessel. If Gabriel wanted a devil he should
ask Lucy – she certainly had the temperament for it.
In truth, Sam had put more thought into his costume than he had expected to. He
had wanted it to be simple and comfortable, but also different enough to
appease Gabriel and the inquisitive trick-or-treaters they might encounter.
After mulling over several options, he had gone for a good old fashioned
cowboy, complete with chaps he had found in Dean's room and chosen not to ask
questions about. They were a little baggy, Dean still being a tad bigger than
Sam, but they fit well enough to be passable.
The whip had been a stroke of inspiration from Crowley. Sam hadn't understood
the glimmer in his eyes when he covertly handed it over, but he had been
grateful for the help. It completed the look, and meant he might even be able
to double as Indiana Jones if Gabriel preferred that. So much of this was for
Gabriel, and Sam wondered if he should be worried about that. Co-dependency, as
Dean and Castiel had proved, never ended well.
Around five o'clock, Sam made his way to Gabriel's house having changed into
his costume. The neighbourhood was illuminated by pumpkins and extravagant
decorations – Heaven certainly didn't do things by halves. Halloween had been a
big enough deal in the city, but this verged on OTT.
Except Gabriel's house. It saw the signpost for OTT and soared past it proudly
in a blaze of fake crime scene tape and jack o'lanterns. The sheer number of
candles probably posed a fire hazard, and Sam wondered how Gabriel had
persuaded his parents to allow such an outrageous display. His mom was pretty
lenient, but she did possess more than a shred of common sense.
Sam knocked on the door quickly, a little perturbed by the display, and was
greeted by a beaming Gabriel.
"Samalam!" Gabriel moved forward and pressed a quick kiss to Sam's lips. "Oooh,
I like the whip."
Sam stepped in, before turning to get a proper look at his boyfriend. Gabriel
was decked in a white robe cinched with a golden rope, bright gold wings
protruding from his back. On his head was a jauntily perched halo, and on his
feet were leather sandals. He looked like an eight year old from a nativity
play, but with a teenager's body.
"Seriously?"
"Yup!" Gabriel popped the 'p'. "You have to go overboard with Halloween,
Sasquatch! That's the point of it. Now, where did I put my harp..."
Sam resisted the urge to drop his head into his hands. This was going to be
absolute torture at best – and he didn't even have Michael or Lucy to help him
through it. They were both at some party on the other side of Heaven, hosted by
a Senior that Sam didn't know.
It wasn't long before the first knock on the door, and Gabriel answered the
door with a flourish. He had unearthed a harp from a disturbingly large costume
box in the attic, a small plastic thing that was probably aimed at five year
olds. Sam had bitten his tongue to avoid a sarcastic comment about it. He could
allow Gabriel his fun, as long as Gabriel didn't force him to join in too much.
The three kids outside ooed at Gabriel's costume, seemingly impressed. They
were wearing stereotypical Halloween costumes, with two skeletons and one
witch. They all accepted a candy from Gabriel and gave Sam a wave before
leaving, talking excitedly amongst themselves. For a moment, Sam had a pang of
longing for his own childhood – but then, he had never been the trick and
treating type. His friends had used Halloween to watch movies or play video
games, back in the city.
From then, kids arrived regularly enough to keep conversation between Sam and
Gabriel limited. Gabriel consumed at least half of the candy, and eventually
Sam took over handing it out just so they didn't run out. Gabriel still did
most of the talking, his enthusiasm apparent. As the age of trick and treaters
increased as the evening went on, his costume garnered more amused looks, but
Gabriel didn't care. He was comfortable being the class clown.
Shortly after half eight, the candy ran out and Sam set the empty box down with
a sigh. There shouldn't be too many people left out, and most were probably
wise enough not to prank the house of Gabriel Novak. He knew everyone, and he
definitely wasn't above revenge. You didn't want to start a prank war with
someone so devious.
Relieved, Sam took the stupid cowboy hat off his head and set down the whip,
before a hand closed around his wrist and he turned, startled.
"Do you know how fucking hot you look like that?"
Gabriel's voice was a husky whisper, his eyes dark. Sam had never seen him
quite like this, and a thrill ran through him.
"Urmm," He replied eloquently.
Gabriel's mouth covered his own, swallowing any further attempt at
conversation. Sam relaxed into the kiss, his hands moving to thread into
Gabriel's hair. When they were repelled by the halo, Sam simply ripped the halo
out and kept going. Sod the costume, this was far more important. And
enjoyable.
Gabriel moved his mouth to Sam's jaw, starting to kiss down his neck. Sam
tipped his head back and moaned, manhandling Gabriel so his lips covered the
most sensitive points.
"You're so fucking sexy, Sammy. Your ass in those chaps is the best thing I've
ever seen."
Sam couldn't deny the heady rush of arousal at his boyfriend's words.
"Better than me naked?" He ground out, pulling Gabriel up and staring into his
eyes.
"Well now." Gabriel's eyes twinkled.
Sam growled, before sealing their lips together again. Gabriel tasted like
sugar and chocolate, and Sam found himself craving him. One hand moved to cup
Gabriel's ass through the robes, the thin material barely covering anything.
He pulled back. "Gabriel, are you wearing underwear?"
"It showed through the robes. Why, Sam, what were you thinking?" Gabriel was
teasing, and Sam could feel rationality saying farewell.
"Upstairs. Now."
Gabriel didn't complain, heading towards the stairs with a swing in his step.
As he went, he untied the rope around his waist and chucked it away, the robes
starting to fall open. Sam was practically salivating as his eyes watched the
robes unravel, and his pace quickened as he chased Gabriel upstairs.
He discarded his own jacket on the way up, knowing he wouldn't need it any
more. He wasn't certain what he wanted to happen next, but it definitely
wouldn't involve clothes. Not if he had his way, and Gabriel didn't seem to
have any complaints about it.
"I like it when you boss me around," Gabriel commented, lying back on his bed
as Sam stepped into the bedroom.
"Good." Sam wasn't sure he could articulate a proper sentence, not with the
tantalising strips of flesh peeking out of Gabriel's robes. "Strip."
"Not even a please?"
Sam's eyes narrowed. Gabriel chuckled, then slowly peeled back his robes.
Sam had seen Gabriel naked before, but this felt different. It was almost like
an impromptu strip tease, every movement carefully calculated to drive Sam
insane. His cock was hard and straining against the confines of his jeans and
chaps, and he ached to be able to relieve himself.
Finally, Gabriel's costume fell away and he was bare to Sam's eyes. His sandals
had vanished. And he was lounging back against the bed with his half-hard shaft
clearly on display. Everything about him radiated cocky confidence and lust.
"What do you want now, Sam?" Gabriel sounded much more relaxed than he had any
right to.
Sam stalked over, his eyes dark. He felt like a predator chasing particularly
impertinent prey. If the predator fell in love with the prey, that was.
Inside, he could feel nerves bubbling up. Taking control and sending Gabriel
upstairs was one thing, but now the situation was calling for actual sex. Sure,
Sam and Gabriel had messed around and traded blow jobs, and even a messy blow
job once. But neither had even suggested anal penetration, and Sam wasn't sure
he was comfortable.
To disguise his thoughts, he summoned up all of his courage and forced his
desire past his lips.
"Suck my cock."
A shudder passed through Gabriel at the words, every muscle in his body
rippling slightly. His pupils seemed to dilate slightly and his body shifted to
be perceptively more submissive.
"Make me."
Sam growled again, surging forward and forcing Gabriel's shoulders down. He was
pretty strong, but he knew Gabriel wouldn't be hurt – he had admitted to Sam
that he could take it a little rough. Sam hadn't expected to use that
information so soon, but he wasn't going to complain.
One hand moved slowly up to unfasten Sam's zipper, and he drew in a breath.
Then Gabriel's hand was cupping him and he could do nothing but moan.
So maybe Sam had forgone underwear today too. It had just felt so confining
with all the layers when he pulled the chaps on. It had had nothing to do with
what he had fantasised about Gabriel doing to him. Nothing at all.
Gabriel caressed Sam's balls almost tenderly, before leaning forward and using
his tongue to give a teasing lick. Sam hissed, before making a strangled noise
as Gabriel dove in and sucked Sam into his mouth.
Holy fucking shit could Gabriel give head. The only time he had done this
before had been rushed and Sam hadn't been able to fully enjoy it – but this
was heavenly. The warmth of his throat ignited something deep within Sam's
veins, and when he lowly hummed Sam almost blew his load right there. One hand
fisted in Gabriel's hair, manipulating him roughly, and the other held him down
by his shoulders. He didn't really need to hold his boyfriend there – if he
did, this wouldn't be happening. Sam was a strong believer in consent. But it
gave a power rush to be in such a dominant position, and Gabriel wasn't
complaining, so Sam kept it there for the ride.
Too soon, Gabriel pulled off with a wet smack, Sam instantly feeling the loss.
"Sam," Gabriel's voice was rough and throaty, "will you fuck me?"
Sam froze. He wanted to. He really, beyond anything he had felt before, wanted
to take Gabriel. He wanted to sink into that gorgeous ass and pound him like
there was no tomorrow. But he had never done this before, and it felt like
quite a step.
"I haven't-"
"I know. I'll teach you. We can take it as steady as you want. But I want you,
and I hope that you want me too."
Sam did. Too much. But this seemed like quite a step, and he didn't want to
hurt Gabriel with his inexperience.
"Here, look. You can watch me prepare myself this time."
Standing up, Gabriel rummaged around for a moment before producing a bottle of
lube. Hard and aching, Sam nodded, his nerves tamped down by lust. He could do
this. He trusted Gabriel. They could take this step together.
Sam watched intently as Gabriel coated several fingers in lube before reaching
behind to his entrance. One finger sank in to the hilt and Gabriel's eyes
closed, a low moan of pleasure escaping.
Sam had never expected to find someone fingering their ass hot.
Gabriel moved to two fingers, then three, working slowly and methodically. At
one point, his eyes shot open and he moaned more desperately, and Sam knew he
had found his prostate. He was struck with a sudden urge to be the one
preparing his boyfriend, and moved forward to suggest it, but Gabriel was
already withdrawing his fingers.
"Condom," Gabriel quipped, and Sam quickly grabbed one from the side and rolled
it on. Gabriel moved forward with the lube and stroked it over Sam's sensitive
cock, drawing a low moan.
"Need you." The words were out before Sam could stop them.
"I need you too. Come on, on the bed."
Sam followed Gabriel's instruction before grabbing the lube and taking charge
again. He manoeuvred Gabriel so he was on his back, facing Sam. Gabriel stared
up at Sam almost in challenge, daring him to (literally) make the plunge.
Living in a town called Heaven, it felt strange to say that sinking in to
Gabriel's ass felt like ascending to paradise. Sam's vision whited out for a
moment, and he had to take a moment to collect himself before starting a steady
rhythm in an out. Gabriel moaned like a porn star, and Sam found himself crying
out right along with him.
His thrusts quickly became erratic, and he grabbed the lube and drizzled some
on Gabriel's cock before stroking him quickly. He wasn't going to last, and he
wanted Gabriel to climax right along with him.
Sam came first, his body seizing and emptying his seed into the condom. Gabriel
followed straight after, coating his stomach and Sam's shirt with sticky come.
They collapsed together satiated, Sam pulling off the condom and tying it
before discarding it in the trash.
"That was amazing." Gabriel's speech was slurred, but Sam barely noticed. His
body was still thrumming in a post-orgasmic haze.
They fell asleep together on the bed, Sam not even noticing he was still mostly
in costume. It was certainly a better Halloween than he had ever expected. In
fact, Sam was starting to understand why some people went in search if sex so
often.
But then again, he had a feeling that at least half of what made it so good for
him was just Gabriel.
***** So, We Meet Again (Part One) *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean had spent three weeks hiding from the world and avoiding the
     issue with Cas. He refuses to admit that he misses him. But his
     friends are fed up of all the moping, and they have a plan to get the
     pair back together again...
Chapter Notes
     This is a very short chapter because it's written in two parts. The
     second should come out fairly soon but I'm so busy at the moment I
     can't make any guarantees. I apologise for how erratically my updates
     are coming at the moment, I'll try and make it up to you as soon as
     my exams all finish in mid-June.
     To clarify: I've never really said when this is set, but I think it's
     fairly obvious that it's quite current, so I've decided that it's
     currently in late 2013. Therefore, the reference to watching Thor 2
     is accurate because that movie came out in November 2013 in the USA
     (I think). If anyone spots any glaring inaccuracies with that time
     frame then please do point them out, but as it was never really
     decided before it's probable enough that I've referenced something
     incorrectly.
Dean glanced at Cas's name on his cell for the hundredth time, before sighing
and chucking the tiny device on the couch. He had completely screwed everything
up. For the first time in his life, he had managed to attempt a proper
relationship with the most amazing guy he had ever met – and then he had ruined
it. Just like he ruined everything else he touched. He was useless. Pathetic.
He should have just been left in the city to develop a drug habit and
eventually be arrested for dealing.
Dean's eyes flickered momentarily to the TV, but even Doctor Sexy was losing
its appeal on the fourth consecutive run through. Besides, too many of the
characters reminded him of Cas. The cute secretary had the same colour hair,
the foreign nurse had his eyes... there was no escape. Even the way Doctor Sexy
himself walked was almost identical to the way Cas did.
Pausing the episode, Dean got up and went in search of a beer. He knew that
getting drunk was part of what had put him in this mess in the first place, but
he couldn't think of another way to cope. His weed stash was running low and it
brought back too many memories for him to want to get high anyway.
Finding the fridge empty, Dean muttered a curse at Sam. The kid had probably
hidden all the alcohol from him again. His brother was a nightmare to live with
at the moment – his mood swung between stupidly cheerful because of dickhead
Gabriel and worried about Dean. Dean didn't need his brother's pity. He just
needed to be left alone.
With nothing better to do, Dean resigned himself to finishing his English
essay. Maybe if he could concentrate enough on Tennyson Cas would cease to
haunt his thoughts for a couple of hours.
Dean had barely written two lines before there was the sound of a key in the
door, and Dean looked up briefly to see Sam with a group of others – including
Gabriel, who was holding Sam's hand. Dean grit his teeth. He didn't need to
deal with his old 'friends'.
"'Sup, Deano!" Gabriel called out cheerfully.
Dean barely resisted the urge to strangle him.
"We're all going to the cinema if you want to join us?" Sam offered, rummaging
around in a bag. His eyes screamed hopefulness.
"I have an essay." He responded shortly, turning away.
"Cas is coming. He wants to see you." The voice sounded like Meg's, and Dean
looked at her with an incredulous expression.
"No he doesn't."
Meg sounded exasperated. "Look, it's been what, three weeks? It's almost
Thanksgiving for Christ's sake, and the both of you have spent the entire time
moping. You miss him, he misses you, and the sooner you have it out then have
angry makeup sex the better. Just preferably nowhere near me. I like my sanity
intact."
"I don't miss him." Lies. All lies. But Dean refused to admit the truth.
Especially to Meg.
"Bullshit." Gabriel, Sam and Meg spoke simultaneously.
Dean groaned. He had a feeling that this argument, he wasn't going to win.
"You guys all suck. I hope you rot in Hell."
"You'll be thanking us later." That drawl belonged to Crowley, and Dean aimed
an extra frosty glare at him. He had been there when Dean had accidentally
hooked up with Anna. It wasn't his fault, but Dean was good at shifting blame.
"Even if you don't talk to Cas, which you will, we're seeing Thor 2. You've
wanted to see that for ages, Dean." Sam's voice was too preppy, and it seemed
to assault Dean's ears. Plus, he didn't need everyone here to be given proof of
his nerdiness. He'd already tried to use homework as an excuse, which was just
pathetic.
"Fine, fine, fine. Give me twenty minutes to shower and pull some decent
clothes on. But I'm not talking to Cas."
No-one replied, but it was obvious from their faces that they were going to try
and get the two to talk.
Dean refused to let his friends manipulate him into conversation. If he wanted
to talk to Cas, he would already have texted the dude. There had certainly been
enough opportunity for that over the past three weeks.
Clambering into the shower, Dean shot down the voices in the back of his head
that unhelpfully pointed out just how fucking much he needed Cas back in his
life.
/
As he approached the movie theatre, Dean started panicking about just what a
bad idea this was.
He was about to see Cas properly for the first time in three weeks. In public.
At a movie theatre. His embarrassment and awkwardness would be obvious to
everyone there. Dean couldn't deal with this. He tried to discreetly turn away,
but Meg grabbed his arm and practically marched him forward.
"You're not backing out now, Winchester."
Dean would have protested, but something in Meg's tone was bloody terrifying,
so he stayed quiet. He felt a little like a lamb being lead for slaughter.
Except, of course, lambs were innocent, whereas he was about as far from
innocent as you could get without actively murdering someone.
He could see a group of people standing in front of the doors waiting, amongst
them Lisa and Michael. Even Lucy was there, in a tight black leather skirt and
fitted jacket. Dean scanned the group but couldn't immediately see Cas, and his
emotions swung between anxiousness and relief. Was he not coming? Had he heard
that Dean would be there and refused to turn up? Dean turned to Meg with a
question on his lips, but she wordlessly pointed and Dean followed her finger
and met a pair of deep, blue eyes.
Dean came to an abrupt halt.
His eyes bored into Castiel's, far too many emotions swirling in them. Cas
looked amazing. His hair was ruffled from the wind and he was dressed to combat
the cold, but everything hugged his figure perfectly. There was stubble on his
cheeks but it didn't detract, instead highlighting the brightness of his eyes.
Dean found his mouth becoming dry. He couldn't speak. He couldn't even move.
Then Cas turned away, dismissing him, and the moment was broken.
Dean was torn between marching up to Cas and asking to speak to him, and
ignoring him for the remained of the trip. Cas seemed to have chosen the latter
option, engaging Rachel in rapid conversation. Dean awkwardly glanced around,
but before he could do the same Sam appeared in front of him with a hard face.
"Talk to him."
"He doesn't want to talk to me."
"Yes he does. He's just waiting for you to approach him first."
"You don't know that."
"Yes I do."
"How?"
"Because, believe it or not, Cas and I are friends. Now go over there before I
have to physically drag the two of you into a closet and lock you in."
Dean rolled his eyes, a response about how movie theatres didn't have closets
on his tongue, when he smelt a familiar aftershave.
"Hello Dean."
***** So, We Meet Again (Part Two) *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean has always struggled to resist Cas. But Cas is (quite
     understandably) hesitant about resuming their relationship, so that's
     what he has to do. Not that Cas is making it easy...
Chapter Notes
     I am so sorry that this didn't appear sooner. Please forgive me.
Dean really wished that he was better with words.
In an ideal world, when Cas approached him for the first time in weeks, he
would have come up with a stunning apology and Cas would have instantly
forgiven him. They would have smiled, flirted, then skipped part of the movie
to find a secluded area and made out. Perhaps a bathroom stall – it was a movie
theatre, it couldn't be that unusual, and Dean was the first to admit that he
wasn't terribly classy. It would be the perfect place to be pinned up against a
wall by Cas, hands unbuckling belts and fingers stroking neglected cocks...
But this wasn't an ideal world. Dean was nowhere near talented enough with
words to form a decent apology, and he was far too nervous to attempt smiling
or flirting.
However, his libido was uncontrollable, which was how he found himself skipping
conversation entirely to launch himself at Cas like a man half starved.
The sensation of Cas's lips against his own was heavenly. That wasn't to say it
was perfect. Cas tasted a little like onions and his face was scratchy from bad
shaving. He hadn't been prepared for Dean's attack, so the angle was clumsy and
their teeth clacked together more than once. But cliché as it sounded, it was
like Dean had been reunited with a missing piece of his soul. How Cas had
become that important so quickly he didn't want to contemplate.
The kiss lasted all of twenty seconds before someone roughly yanked Dean
backwards, and he stumbled as he tried to regain his balance. He hoped he
hadn't imagined the disappointed whine Cas let out at the separation.
"Tickets, lovebirds. Now please try to keep it PG during the film, there's only
so many times I can cope with seeing someone's tongue down my cousin's throat."
Gabe winked at the pair before vanishing.
Glancing around, Dean noticed that most of the others were heading inside as
well. Half of them were sporting smirks as if they had anticipated this all
along. It almost made Dean frown. They had no business being so invested in his
and Cas's relationship. Apparently they had all forgotten the concept of
privacy.
Dean turned to Cas, who had gone vey white. Dean frowned. What Gabe said hadn't
been that bad, had it?
"I'm sorry." Cas suddenly exclaimed.
Dean was shocked. "What the fuck for?"
"I – I shouldn't have allowed you to do that. My impulses got the better of me.
I apologise. It won't happen again."
A knife gouged into Dean's heart, tearing out the happiness that had been
building there.
"But, Cas... look, I'm awful at this, in fact I'm a pretty awful person, but
I'm so sorry-"
"No." Cas silenced him with a word. "I won't hear it. Dean, you screwed up and
you tore me apart in the process. I know you didn't mean it, but I need time to
move on. I'm very happy to be your friend, but I'm not ready to trust you again
quite yet. Do you understand?"
Dean tried to make sense of his conflicted emotions. It made perfect sense.
Dean had betrayed Cas in the lowest way possible, and now Cas needed to see
that Dean was trustworthy again. But the problem was, Dean wasn't trustworthy.
His past proved that a hundred times over. So even if Cas claimed to be giving
Dean a second chance, what he was really doing was locking their relationship
up and throwing away the key.
However, Dean was determined to put on a brace face until he got back home and
could shut himself away. He could pretend for a few hours. Probably.
"Alright, Cas. I understand. If you want to sit with someone else, that's
cool." Dean prayed that Castiel would choose to sit elsewhere. He wasn't sure
he could remain in control of his impulses if he had to sit beside temptation
himself in a darkened room for several hours.
"No, Dean. I still want to be your friend. Friends watch movies together. Shall
we?" Cas clearly didn't see any potential problems here.
Dean silently cursed his life. "Sure." He wished he had time for a smoke to
calm his nerves.
The biggest problem here wasn't even that Dean wanted Cas. It was that the
earlier kiss proved that Cas liked Dean back too. With that knowledge, how the
hell was Dean supposed to respect his friend's choices and not make a move?
/
There should really be a book on how to sit next to your ex in an intimate
setting without jumping their bones. Dean would read the hell out of something
like that. It would certainly be much more useful than a lot of their
compulsory reading for school – who needed to read books about Victorian
village gossip? In fact, there should be a mandatory class on this sort of
thing. Dean could think of several classes that were useless in comparison,
what with the bizarre regulations around the American High School system.
The movie hadn't even started yet, and Dean was already itching to hold Cas's
hand. It wasn't even a particularly sexual gesture. He had never been the sort
of guy for hand holding, but apparently Cas was different. It was fucking
ridiculous. If Dean caught his fingers inching towards Cas's one more time, he
would beg Crowley for a pair of handcuffs so he couldn't succumb to temptation.
That guy was more than likely to be a kinky son of a bitch.
Cas wasn't exactly making Dean's life easy either. He knew all the things that
made Dean hot and bothered – they had dated for about two months – and he
seemed to be subconsciously doing all of them. Or perhaps deliberately, because
he had decided that Dean needed torturing. If so, it was simultaneously the
best and worst idea for revenge that Dean had ever encountered. Dean didn't
suffer from as many embarrassing public boners as he had once done (stupid
teenage hormones) but this was one of the worst he could remember.
Cas's tongue shot out to caress his upper lip, and Dean shifted. Nope, this was
officially the worst and most awkward boner he had ever had. If there weren't
only five minutes before the movie started, he would already be locking himself
in a toilet to jack off. He was so desperate for relief that he didn't even
care if anyone saw him.
Well, he'd quite like Cas to see, so he might be tempted to move behind Dean
and reach forward to cup his erection in one hand...
Dean swore under his breath, trying to tame his errant thoughts. They really
were not helping the awkward situation. He knew his face was turning beet red,
and if he wasn't careful then Cas would soon realise what was up (literally).
Wondering why he hadn't bought a large bucket of popcorn in case of this
situation, Dean focused intently on the advert playing before him. He hadn't
heard of any of the actors in the movie they were showcasing, nor did he
particularly like the sound of the plot. However, anything was better than a
graphic mental picture of everything he wanted Cas to do to him in a bathroom
stall.
The start of the movie was such a relief Dean almost let out a sigh, but he
avoided it at the last minute. That might cause Cas to look over, and Dean
couldn't handle that. He had been excessively avoiding glancing in Cas's
direction for a reason.
However, apparently Dean's powers of resistance were shit, because despite the
awesomeness of the movie he soon found his eyes grazing over Cas's form.
He stopped short when he noticed the obvious bulge. His breath caught. Dean's
entire world stopped.
That was impossible. Cas couldn't be sitting beside him, undeniably hard, in a
movie theatre. When Dean couldn't touch. Dean's mind let off a silent scream.
So Dean was sitting here, desperately trying to hide his own arousal, when Cas
was no better off. For fuck's sake. This situation was more than torture. It
was his own personal hell.
For around a minute, Dean tried to ignore the problem. He glanced back at the
movie, but the images blurred before him and the words turned to buzzing. He
couldn't focus on anything but Cas – perfect Cas, who was subtly shifting next
to him as if embarrassed.
Dean absent-mindedly licked his lips.
Cas's breath hitched.
Dean froze. That was it. Game on.
His self control frazzled, Dean sat back and widened his legs. He thanked some
fictional deity that they were sat towards the back on an empty row, with no-
one behind them. He ran his tongue over his lips again, slower this time,
deliberately listening out for Cas's response.
Cas's breathing was heavier, there was no doubt about it. Dean risked a glance
out of the corner of his eye, and his friend's cheeks were undeniably flushed.
He was affected, strongly, and he wasn't telling Dean to stop either.
Time to up the ante then.
Not quite believing he was doing this, Dean slid one hand slowly onto his leg,
resting it over his pants for a moment. He began to move it gradually upwards,
fingers gliding over the material with purpose. He could feel his own breaths
becoming shallow in anticipation, and partially in fear. He was in public for
goodness sake! Dean was many things, but an exhibitionist wasn't normally one
of them.
Cas let out a quiet whine, his frustration obvious. Dean could practically feel
the waves of arousal emanating off the other boy. He flexed his fingers over
his thigh, dragging the tease out of as long as possible.
Very deliberately, Dean brushed over his crotch with a feather-light touch,
biting his own lip to stifle a groan.
Then he stood up, glancing back at Cas for a moment, and gathered all his
courage before walking out of the room.
He had only taken two steps when someone grabbed his wrist and twisted him
around.
"You are insufferable." Cas growled, before smashing their lips together with
no kind of finesse. Their crotches ground against each other and Dean felt like
passing out in pleasure.
"Bathroom," He hissed, pulling away for a moment.
Judging by the way Cas yanked him down the corridor, the other boy heartily
approved of this statement.
It looked like Dean might get a second chance now after all.
***** Meet The Family *****
Chapter Summary
     Heaven is full of Novaks. What happens when they all convene for
     Thanksgiving dinner? Sam is slightly afraid to find out.
Chapter Notes
     I don't intend for this story to break 30 chapters, meaning that we
     are entering the home stretch. However, there's still plenty more to
     come!
"Come on, Samalam, it's Thanksgiving! Smile a bit!" Gabriel was as cheerful as
ever, pulling Sam towards the town hall with a grin on his face.
Sam gave a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Sorry, Gabe. I've just
never really celebrated Thanksgiving. Plus, you're entire family's going to be
there. What if they hate me?"
Gabriel laughed. "Sammy, you know half of my family already. We're everywhere!
They'll love you, everyone loves you. You're adorable."
Sam felt a swell of affection for his boyfriend, but it wasn't enough to quell
his nerves. When he had been invited to Gabriel's Thanksgiving dinner, he
hadn't realised quite what he was letting himself in for. Apparently, as the
Novak's made up half the town, they all got together for a massive Thanksgiving
feast – all fifty or a hundred or however many it was of them. It sounded
terrifying. Sam had been prepared for dinner with Gabriel's parents, and maybe
even with some of his cousins or grandparents, but not with hundreds of family
members. Especially not when those family members included his teacher Gadriel.
The plus side was that Dean was going as well. Sam wasn't sure if Castiel had
invited him or if he had invited himself, but somehow Dean had wrangled an
invitation and was accompanying him. It felt better that he wouldn't be the
only 'non-Novak' there. Michael's girlfriend Mandy was coming, but apparently
they were a long-term partnership so she had been to several Milton events.
Dean and Sam would truly be the centres of attention.
"Alright! Not hyperventilating? Great! Let's meet the fam!" Gabriel raised his
hands as if he was about to shove the doors of the Town Hall open.
Panicking a little, Sam grabbed one hand and pulled Gabriel away.
"Do we have to enter quite so... publicly?"
Gabriel sighed, pressing a quick kiss to Sam's lips.
"Sammy boy, we have two choices. Either we enter as obviously as possible and
get all the awkward introductions over and done with straight away, or we spend
the entire day being sought out by my family members do they can meet you. If
we go for the first, we can sneak out early and go back to your place. Fair?"
Sam nodded slowly. Over-the-top wasn't really his style, but he understood what
Gabriel was saying. Plus, he really did want some alone time with Gabriel
later. They hadn't had enough of that recently.
"Honeys, I'm home!" Gabriel yelled, shoving the doors open. Sam resisted the
urge to bury his head in his hands and followed, hoping he looked less green
than he felt.
The room was packed. Long tables ran down the centre of the room, four of them,
rather like the house tables from Harry Potter. Food was laid down on top of
them – covered turkeys and potato dishes, salads, even some strange looking
nibbles which Sam expected were Indian. Sure enough, Gabriel's entry had caused
everyone to turn and stare, and Sam started to blush under the attention.
"Most of you know Sam Winchester, my boyfriend." Gabriel put an arm around
Sam's waist and squeezed comfortingly. Sam dropped a hand onto Gabriel's
shoulder and tried not to lean on him for support.
A woman who Sam vaguely recognised as Becky came over, a beaming grin on her
face.
"Hello Sam! I'm Becky, I actually introduced you two on your first day here! I
expect to get to name your first child."
Sam blinked. Child? For goodness sake, he was fifteen...
"Sorry, Becky, all naming rights go to me. We're naming our son Loki and our
daughter Kali, no arguments."
"Kali? You have got to be joking." Sam was incredulous.
"What? What's wrong with Kali?" Gabriel was grinning.
"It means 'the destroyer', Gabe. I am not naming my child that. What's wrong
with a nice name like Genevieve?"
Sam could not believe that he was discussing baby names with a guy he had been
dating for two months. It was surreal. But Becky seemed to be having the time
of her life listening – her face had gone all mushy at the sweetness.
"Genevieve? Hmm, not bad, but a bit normal if you get what I mean. Now, Freyja
one the other hand, that would be an awesome name."
"I see you still have an obsession with Norse mythology." Sam recognised the
voice and looked up. Zachariah. If he remembered rightly, Zachariah was one of
Gabriel's second or third cousins.
"More Pagans in general I would say." Gabriel shrugged. "Still, it's hardly a
bad obsession to have."
"No, that would be your candy obsession." Sam interjected.
Zachariah raised an eyebrow, and Sam wondered if he had stepped over a line,
but then he smiled strangely.
"Well, it's nice to see that your boyfriend cares for your health. If you'll
excuse me, I need to speak with Hester."
He disappeared, and Sam turned awkwardly to Gabriel.
"Well, that was a nice escape. Zachariah can talk for America if he wants to.
Come on, let's go and get seats near a Turkey. I want to make sure I'm nowhere
near Gadriel this year."
Sam shuddered at the thought.
Thankfully, they managed to find places between Michael and Samandriel. Michael
introduced Sam to Mandy with an expression of adoration that Sam had never
expected to cross Michael's features. It was obvious he really loved his
girlfriend. Samandriel was alone, but he didn't appear to mind being stuck on a
table with the couples.
Things got a little awkward when Uriel sat down opposite them, but fortunately
he was much less of a dick around family than he was in school. He actually
cracked a joke – a poor one, true – but when Sam laughed, he seemed to accept
Sam into the fold and acted almost nice towards him.
Dinner was delicious. Sam hadn't really had an orthodox family celebration
before, but he thought he knew what was supposed to be involved. The copious
quantities of turkey and potatoes were normal, but the onion bhajis seemed a
little out of place, and the mint humbugs were just abnormal. Sam had serious
flashbacks to a line from the first Harry Potter book and resisted the urge to
laugh when he saw them. Apparently Gabriel got the joke, because he made sure
that everyone around him ate at least one. It went surprisingly well with
Turkey.
Sam reckoned he knew Gabriel fairly well after their time dating – Gabriel
didn't exactly keep secrets – but it was nice hearing anecdotes from his
childhood. Uriel entertained Sam with a story about fishing that caused Gabriel
to flick peas at him, and Michael joined in with recollections of a childhood
skiing holiday. Apparently Gabriel much preferred the heat, and had emerged on
the slopes in so many layer that he could barely move his legs to ski. He
promised to show Sam pictures, and in return Sam promised a copy of his
favourite blackmail image of Dean – Dean in a princess dress from when he was
four.
Considering that Sam had been so relieved to hear that Dean was going, he
barely saw his brother. He noticed when he arrived with Castiel – late, and
both of them mysteriously scruffy – but they sat on opposite sides of the room
and didn't socialise with each other. On another occasion, Sam might have
sought Dean out, but he was having enough fun that he didn't bother.
Finally, Gabriel whispered to Sam,
"Shall we get out of here then? A few people have already gone, it won't look
bad if we sneak out."
Sam's pulse quickened, anticipation already sliding up his neck. He nodded,
pressing a quick kiss to Gabriel's temple and following him out the building.
"See, it wasn't that bad, was it Sasquatch?"
Sam frowned at the nickname. "No, it was quite nice actually. Uriel was
surprisingly not-a-dick."
"He likes you. I told you before, everyone does. Of course, that doesn't mean
he'll be nice to you in school, but that's only because he doesn't play
favourites."
Gabriel took Sam's hand as they walked towards Sam's house, their fingers
lacing together.
"Do you have big get-togethers like that often?"
"Nahh. Too much hassle. Chuck works an irregular schedule, Raphael doesn't like
social events much and Gadriel makes excuses half the time. It starts to fall
apart. Christmas is a close family thing, so just my parents and siblings. When
we were younger Joshua, my grandfather, used to run an Easter egg hunt for all
the children so I guess we met up then, but there aren't enough little Novaks
anymore. Most of my cousins are a similar age to me. We don't really celebrate
Easter now."
That made sense. Even so, thinking back to his own family events, it all
sounded much nicer than what Sam had always done. His dad wasn't big on family,
and Dean had always been mysteriously absent.
"It's kind of nice that you do a family event even once a year."
"It's not always like it was this year. Last year, Lucy arrived high halfway
through, which was a bit difficult to explain. I think that was just after
Zachariah's divorce as well. This year was nice – no family scandals, no drugs,
no pranks. Well, the pranks would have improved it, but pranks improve
everything."
"Such a child."
"You love it."
Sam couldn't deny that.
Finally reaching his house, Sam pulled the keys out of his pocket and unlocked
the door. It was quiet inside, and Sam thanked a random deity that his dad
wasn't home. Not that John Winchester was home that often.
"Upstairs?" He asked, pulling off his shoes.
Gabriel waggled his eyebrows. "As if you have to ask. Provided that's alright
with you?"
In answer, Sam yanked Gabriel closer and pressed their lips together. Gabriel
tasted like mint, presumably from the Humbugs, as well as a mixture of gravy
and potatoes. It was delicious. Their bodies seemed to melt together, Gabriel's
hands fisting in Sam's hair, and Sam groaned his appreciation as Gabriel
deepened the kiss.
Sam pushed Gabriel's jacket off his shoulders and tugged down, and Gabriel
stepped back, pulling away. The loss made Sam pout.
"Sorry, Sammy, but we should probably go upstairs. Much as I love wall sex,
it's much more comfortable in a bed."
The wall was looking mighty appealing compared to the long trek upstairs, but
Gabriel seemed determined, so Sam led the way up to his room. It was the first
time that they would be doing this at the Winchester residence, but at least
Gabriel had seen his room before, so he shouldn't be shocked at its untidiness.
Sam had assumed that they would just collapse into bed when they got upstairs,
but apparently Gabriel was in a teasing mood, because instead he pulled of his
jacket before straddling Sam and holding him in place.
"Don't move." He warned.
Sam was confused for a moment, before Gabriel moved forward and started kissing
down Sam's neck.
Sam whined. This wasn't fair. It was extremely hot, but it wasn't fair. He
moved his hands to run down Gabriel's back but Gabriel yanked them back down,
forcing him to keep them by his sides.
"Don't make me restrain you." Gabriel winked.
Sam tensed a little. He wasn't sure if restraints would be hot or not, but he
suspected the latter. Gabriel picked up on his discomfort.
"I won't do anything you don't want, Sam. I just want to try this. If you feel
uncomfortable, just tell me to stop."
Reassured, Sam allowed Gabriel to continue, fisting his hands in the sheets.
Gabriel lavished Sam's beck with his tongue, before pulling off his shirt and
circling one nipple.
Sam shivered. It was surprising how good it was just to be on the receiving
end. He was surprised that Gabriel was happy not being given his own pleasure,
but he had asked for this, so Sam wasn't complaining.
Gabriel's teeth sank into Sam's skin and he yelped, instinctually twisting
back. Gabriel moved away, concerned, but Sam held him on his lap.
"It's OK. Just came as a shock." He didn't mind the bites, as long as they were
hidden. "You can keep going."
Gabriel was slower after that, more cautious, and Sam started to get impatient.
"Gaabrriell..."
"Sam." The murmur of his name did his control.
In an instant, Sam had flipped Gabriel onto his back and was crouching over
him, slotting their erections together. He divested Gabriel of his shirt, not
knowing why that hadn't happened earlier, and proceeded to undo Gabriel in the
way he liked best. Gabriel writhed beneath him, his eyes wild. Sam might have
started this relationship as an awkward virgin, but Gabriel was a good teacher,
and Sam hadn't stayed that way for long.
Smart trousers were constricting, and Sam only put up with the blockage for
about a minute before yanking his own off, relieved to notice Gabriel doing the
same. The friction between their cocks felt so much better just in boxers, the
thin material doing little to constrain their arousals. Even so, Sam couldn't
help but feel that this would be even better naked. He fumbled around for a
condom, grinning when he found one and holding it up for Gabriel.
"I want to blow you." He commented.
Gabriel's eyes were dark and lust blown. "Later. Fuck me first."
Sam could hardly say no to that. "Do you have lube?"
"Jeans pocket. Blue packets. Do you want to prepare me or should I prep
myself?"
"Prep yourself, it's faster. I'm not going to last."
Sam struggled to remain in control as he watched Gabriel peel off his boxers
and undo a packet of lube, drizzling some over his fingers before reaching
back. His face as he pressed in the first was exquisite, a perfect picture of
pleasure-pain. The face he made at the second was even better. Sam didn't
realise he was stroking himself until he felt the curling in his gut that meant
he was close.
"Faster." He growled.
"Alright, alright Sammy, patience. I'm not going anywhere. Give me a minute."
Sam felt a bit guilty for rushing Gabriel, but he was seriously going to blow
his load any minute. He had thought his stamina was better than this.
Finally, Gabriel laid back against the bed, pulling four fingers out of his
gloriously stretched ass.
"OK Sammy. Need you now. Fuck me."
He didn't need to ask twice. Sam was already there, rolling on a condom and
drizzling a generous amount of lube before guiding himself in, setting a brutal
pace and seeking out Gabriel's prostate. Gabriel cried out when he found it,
tensing around Sam, and Sam groaned, expletives slipping past his lips. This
would never get old. Gabriel seemed to feel better every time.
Sam had known he wouldn't last as long as he sometimes did, but his orgasm
still took him by surprise, slamming into him with force. He yelled a garbled
version of Gabriel's name as he came, just conscious enough to pull out his
softening cock and tie off the condom. Gabriel hadn't come yet, but he was
close, and he pumped his cock furiously as Sam moved back towards the bed.
"Let me." He smiled, before kneeling down. He had promised a blowjob after all.
Sam hadn't done this very much, only a couple of times, and the sensation was
still unfamiliar. But Gabriel seemed overwhelmed, his voice disintegrating into
meaningless cries before he came down Sam's throat. Sam coughed at the salty
taste, trying to swallow it all but allowing some to escape out of his mouth.
The taste wasn't great, and he fished around for one of the mint humbugs
Gabriel had nicked from dinner to remove the taste from his mouth.
"You're amazing." Gabriel mumbled, pulling Sam back into bed.
Sam smiled, turning in Gabriel's arms to face him. "So are you."
***** Is This The End? *****
Chapter Summary
     John gives Sam a truly unpleasant surprise that could potentially
     ruin everything.
Chapter Notes
     This may seem rushed (spoiler alert: it was). But I haven't updated
     in like 9 months and it's unfair to all you guys, so I wanted to get
     this finished and stop torturing you. I am so, so sorry.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sam yawned as he grabbed a box of cereal from the cupboard, trying to clear the
fogginess from his head. Recently, he had been spending far too much time with
Gabriel and the others to get enough sleep, and it was starting to catch up
with him. Fumbling for the milk, he poured a generous helping into a bowl
before noticing John lingering in the corner.
“Morning dad,” He mumbled, trying to sound more awake than he felt. He was
surprised to see his dad there – John Winchester was rather a rare sight these
days.
“Where’s Dean?” A serious undertone lingered in John’s voice.
Worry crept up Sam’s spine. “Probably still in bed, or possibly he stayed at
Cas’s. I haven’t seen him yet. Is something wrong?”
John shook his head. “No, nothing’s wrong. But a job opportunity has come up,
in Santa Rosa. We’re moving at the end of the month.”
Sam almost choked on his cereal.
“Moving? Dad, we only just got here! Dean and I are happy! You can’t just
uproot us all again! You’re never even here anyway, you might as well leave
without us.”
Sam felt like his world was crashing and burning around him. He couldn’t leave
Heaven! True, he had felt the same about leaving the city, but this was
different. He had a strong group of friends, an amazing boyfriend, and really
felt like he’d found where he belonged. Sam wasn’t the luckiest guy in the
world – he doubted he’d find himself in quite such a nice town again.
John’s face had contorted into a glare.
“You’re always so ungrateful. I’m never at home because I’m working to provide
food and a home for your unappreciative ass. I’ve already found us a nice house
in Santa Rosa, and you and Dean are both enrolled in the local school. The
transfer’s gone through. Honestly, with the sort of friends you and your
brother have been making it’s high time we moved on anyway. I’m going to go and
talk to Dean.”
Sam watched angrily as his father marched out of the room. How dare he! No
matter what he said, Sam knew John wasn’t the model parent he was making
himself out to be. For the second time in just a few months, he was yanking his
family from their home and moving them somewhere else, just to satisfy his own
whims. In fact, John had probably been fired – that was probably why they were
moving. Forget a new job opportunity, it was more likely that John had just
messed everything up for Sam and Dean.
Shoving his half-eaten cereal to one side, Sam wondered desperately what he was
going to say to Gabriel.
/
As Sam wandered into school, he knew his misery was showing all over his face.
People who would normally give a friendly wave and a smile were skirting around
him awkwardly, clearly afraid of a confrontation. Even Meg gave him a strange
look as she wandered over, red-painted lips pursed.
“What’s crawled up your ass and died?”
“We’re moving.” Sam practically spat the words.
Meg’s eyes widened to stratospheric proportions. “What? But you’ve practically
only just got here! Ok, I need the full story here so I can stage an
intervention.”
Sam shook his head. “I don’t think that’s going to work. My dad’s being a
stubborn asshole. He’s found a new job – again – and so we’re leaving at the
end of the month.”
“Sam, it is the end of the month.” Meg pointed out. “Are you leaving, like,
right now?”
A pounding headache started thrumming on the edge of Sam’s skull.
“I don’t know! I don’t have a clue what’s going on. Dad’s barely even at home,
really, but this morning he just appeared and announced we’re moving to some
backwater town in Texas. I tried arguing, but he’s got his mind made up. He’s
already arranged schools and shit – in fact, to be this organised, he must have
been arranging it since we got here. He probably never intended for us to stay
in Heaven long after all.”
Meg put a reassuring hand on Sam’s shoulder.
“It’ll be alright, Sam. We can all stay in touch and everything, and it’s not
like Texas is the other side of the planet. They invented Skype for a reason.
Plus, Texas is full of hot cowboys – I’m totally inviting myself over in the
summer.”
Sam gave a weak smile, but his heart wasn’t in it. “My friends from the city
said that, but I haven’t heard from one of them since I moved.”
“Maybe because you haven’t contacted them?” Meg pointed out. “Seriously though,
I’ll miss you, Sam. You’re a great guy.” She paused. “Have you told Gabriel
yet?”
Sam dropped his head into his hands.
“What the hell do I even say?”
“You’re on your own there I’m afraid, dude. The only person who knows how to do
that is you. But Gabe’s a decent guy. I’m not saying he won’t be upset, but
he’ll understand, I’m sure.”
“I’m going to miss him.”
“He’s going to be unbearable without you getting him laid on a regular basis.”
“Meg!”
Meg laughed. “You know it’s true. Now, go tell him before he finds out through
the rumor mill. It’ll be better coming from you.”
Butterflies attacking the sides of his stomach, Sam wandered nervously towards
where he usually met Gabe. On his way there, he noticed Lucy smoking a
cigarette under the trees and waved, almost smiling as she gave him the finger
in return. Lucy was insane, but he would miss her like everyone else.
Finally, Sam spotted Gabe stood with Anna behind the science labs. As he made
his way over, he tried to think of any way to make this less painful. However,
when Gabe spotted him and his eyes lit up, Sam realised that there wasn’t
really anything good he could say.
“Sammykins!” Gabe yelled. Suddenly, he seemed to notice Sam’s dejected state.
“Sam? Are you alright?”
Thankfully, Anna took that as her cue to silently slip away. Sam didn’t think
he could have coped with an audience.
“My dad-” Sam tried to start talking before breaking down and bursting into
tears.
“Hey, Sasquatch, what happened? What’s going on?” Gabriel engulfed Sam in a
caring hug, which just made him cry harder. He would never know a guy as nice
as Gabe ever again.
For a while, Sam just clung to Gabe and cried, before trying to pull himself
together and spit the words out. Meg was right – Gabriel deserved to hear it
from him.
“My dad’s got a new job. We’re moving away. I have to leave you, Gabe.”
Whatever Gabe had been expecting, it wasn’t that.
For a moment, he visibly flinched, before trying to rally himself. “Really?
You’re leaving? Already?” His voice sounded small and broken.
Sam started to cry again. “I don’t want to! I don’t want to leave you, or
Heaven, but my dad’s insisting. He won’t even listen to me! He says Heaven’s
been a bad influence on Dean and I, probably thinks it’s turned us gay or some
crap like that. Which is ridiculous, because we’re both bi, and your sexual
orientation isn’t exactly something you choose anyway.”
Gabriel looked like he was about to start crying too. “I’m going to miss you so
much, Sammy. When do you go? At the end of term?”
Sam shook his head. “I’m not sure, but I think it’s before that. Dad seems to
want to get away as soon as possible. He’s probably been fired.”
At that, Gabriel looked confused. “I don’t know what kind of crap your dad’s
thinking right now, but he’s not been fired. My family runs half of this town,
I’d already know if something like that was going on.”
Sam was too emotionally worn down to respond.
“Maybe we can figure something out?” Gabriel suggested haltingly. “I can visit
you during holidays and stuff, Texas isn’t a million miles away. There are
planes and trains and shit. It’s not like we have to never see each other
again.”
It was never going to work out. Sam was clever enough to realise that. But
right now, he needed just a little bit of hope to cling on to.
“Yeah. We’ll stay in touch. See what we can do. I’ll always want you in my
life, Gabe.” He pressed a kiss to Gabe’s cheek.
Gabe leaned in to softly peck him on the lips. “I’ll always want you too,
Samalam.”
/
Sam stood awkwardly, tear tracks staining his cheeks, as the final box was
loaded into the removals van.
Half the town had turned up to see them off. Gabe was there, sandwiched between
Michael and Lucy like they were bodyguards, with Meg and the two Rubys stood
behind them. Cas and Dean were sat on the ground together, heads bent,
whispering something only they could hear. Sam didn’t know how Dean had told
Cas – Dean refused to talk about it. But he knew Dean was easily as upset as he
was about the move, perhaps even more so. He also suspected that his brother
was going to try the long-distance thing. But he knew Dean, and he especially
knew Dean’s inability to be faithful in the absence of his partner. He gave
them maybe two months at most. It was a horribly depressing thought.
Soundlessly, Crowley appeared at Sam’s side. “Your dad really can be a
heartless bastard.”
Sam looked over to where John was talking leisurely to Zachariah, seemingly
uncaring that both his sons were crying about the move.
“I never thought he would do this again after the city.”
“You should say goodbye to Gabe.”
Sam glanced over at Gabe, who was staring mournfully at the ground. He caught
Michael’s eye.
“I think his bodyguards would kill me if I approached. Michael keeps giving me
evils, and Lucy’s terrifying enough at the best of times. I don’t know what
she’s going to do now that I’m breaking her little brother’s heart.”
“It’ll be much worse for both of you if you don’t say goodbye.”
Crowley was right, of course, but Sam didn’t know if he was strong enough for
this.
“A clean break-”
“Just shut up and go kiss your boyfriend goodbye.” Crowley shoved Sam towards
Gabriel.
Stumbling, Sam picked his way over to Gabriel, glancing nervously at Michael
and Lucy. Fortunately, they both moved out of the way.
“This is it, then, Sammy.” Gabe’s voice cracked as he spoke.
Not trusting his words, Sam threaded his hands around his boyfriend’s neck and
kissed him for all he was worth. Gabe’s hands fell to Sam’s hips, pulling him
closer, and Sam almost moaned and cried simultaneously at the amazing – but
final – sensation.
Gabe pulled back first. “I’m going to miss you so much.”
“There aren’t words.” Sam agreed, barely avoiding crying.
“Stay in touch. Promise me you’ll stay in touch.”
“I promise.” Sam gently caressed Gabe’s hand with his own. “Love you, Gabe.”
“Love you too, Sasquatch.”
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