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Everyone is at the field that particular morning. Gone is the morbid feel of death and sadness, and for once, everyone is actually happy.
Except for Anna.
She sits alone, a slight distance away watching the others. She watches Benny flirting with Jo, Garth and Dean tossing a football, Meg being snarky and sarcastic, rolling her eyes and making fun of them.
And then there’s Sam and Gabriel.
A cigarette hangs out of Sam’s mouth, a habit he has picked up off of Dean over the past few weeks, and he laughs as Dean trips Garth over, Gabriel approaching behind him.
Sam sits cross legged on the ground, and Gabriel runs over, kneeling behind him. He dips his head into the Winchester’s shoulder, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and inhaling, whispering in Sam’s ear as he did so. Sam laughs.
Anna has had enough. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly for a moment, willing herself not to cry. She won’t let Gabriel make a fool out of her. Not again.
She stands, and marches over to the group of friends. None of them notice her, of course, all too busy laughing and joking and smoking. Anna has never had proper friends like that before. Her brothers have always been much too protective.
“Hey babe, you okay?” Gabriel asks as he noticed the redhead stalking towards them, fire in her eyes. It infuriates her how he had just kept going around, pretending nothing had even happened every day for the past week.
Anna’s fist jabs forwards, connecting with Gabriel’s nose. Dean barks out a laugh, Garth and Benny joining in- but Sam’s expression remains one of pure shock.
“You lying little asshole! I never want to see your fucking face or you're fucking cock again you dick!”
Gabriel presses a hand to his face, but still smirks. “What’s up, red?”
Anna lurches forwards, kneeing him in the balls. Gabriel crashes to the ground, and Dean moves forwards. “Whoa, Anna, that’s enough!” he calls, but nobody can hear him as Anna continues to yell:
“I gave you time to tell me, but you never did! Time’s up you complete and utter ass!”
And with that she marches away. Meg crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow. “Jesus, what’s got her panties in a twist?” she asks, watching Anna storm off.
Jo scowls at Gabriel, who is crumpled on the floor, Sam crouched beside him. “What have you done this time, asshole?” she asks. Gabriel provides no answer except for a low moan, so her honey brown eyes glance around the group. “Dean?” she tries.
“I don’t fucking know!” Dean exclaims. Jo groans.
“For Christ’s sake!” she mutters, rolling herb eyes before turning and running in the other direction, away from the group.
“She’s spunky. I like her.” Meg comments with a grin. She ignores the glares shot at her.
“Uh, Gabe, shouldn’t you- uh, go after her?” Sam asks, as Gabriel clambers to his feet.
Gabriel shrugs, smirking. “She’ll come back.”
oOo
“Anna! Anna what happened?!” Jo calls as she races after Anna, who is walking at a quick pace down the field.
“Never mind!” She yells back, voice thick with unshed tears.
“Never fucking mind? What’s wrong, did he screw someone again?”
Anna stops dead in her tracks, allowing Jo to catch up. “Again?!” she sobs. Jo is quiet, glancing down at the floor. Did Anna not know about those?
“Uh- I thought you knew?”
“Who? Who did he screw since he’s been with me?!” Anna tries to yell, but it comes out more like a sob.
Jo swallows. “Uh, that girl Kali, Mags, Earl, black Justine, some guy named Balthazar and his sister, Abigail. Oh, and his other sister- I think her name was Bela.”
“Abigail? But- he promised me he hadn’t!” she cries. “Why didn't you tell me, if you're supposed to be my friend?”
“I thought you knew! It’s just Gabe, isn’t it- you know what he’s like… but he always comes back to you- you said it yourself!”
Anna’s gaze hardens, as she furiously wipes a tear from her cheek. “Did you screw him?” she asks voice hard.
Jo frowns incredulously. “What? No, why would I do that?!”
“I bet you wanted to fuck him though, didn't you- like the little home wrecker you are!” Anna spits. “You fucked up both my brother’s so much that they won't even talk to each other- and you fucking lied saying Michael hurt you! You bitch!” she shouts.
“Hey, just shut up about Michael and Lucifer,” Jo chokes, her voice quieter. “I-I didn't mean for it to happen- and I didn't fuck Gabe, I wouldn’t.”
Anna pushes past her, walking away. “Don’t ever fucking speak to me again.” She mutters.
Jo just stands and watches her walk away.
OoO
Anna makes it all the way over to a tree on the other side of the field, and sinks down against it, her head in her hands. It isn’t long until she hears footsteps approaching behind her.
“Anna?”
It’s Sam’s voice, quiet and gentle as he crouches in front of her. Anna peels open her eyes and scowls.
“Go away.” She mutters, turning her head. But Sam looks worried, not angry.
“Please don’t tell anyone- everyone will think-” he begins to plead, but Anna cuts him off, a vacant expression on her face as she turns and glares at the boy.
“Think what, Sam? That you’re a dirty little slut who fucks around with other peoples boyfriends?” she spits. Sam visibly flinches at her words.
“I-I'm sorry,” He stutters. “I didn't mean for it to happen, we just-”
“Go away. Please.” She sighs, shaking her head.
Sam sighs, and stands up; turning and heading away from Anna, back towards his friends. Gabriel is a dick, and the sad thing it- he’s almost glad. He’s glad that Anna found out.
He's glad that they broke up.
He just wishes he didn't have to feel so guilty about it.
oOo
Later on in class, Anna is nowhere to be seen. History is the groups only shared class together, and they all sit around on the little tables, as Pamela stands in front of the class, a stony expression on her face.
“So,” she glares pointedly in Gabriel’s direction. “Which one of you little assholes made lovely Anna so upset today?”
Nobody utters a word. Gabriel glances towards Sam from his permanent seat at the back of the class. The boy has his fists clenched, and his eyes towards his lap.
“Was it you, shortstack?” she asks, strutting forwards slightly and leaning on a table as she moved her glare across the classroom to Gabriel. He frowns. “I don’t know what you're talking about.”
Pamela scoffs, and the class falls silent again. Sam’s fingers clench even tighter, as Anna’s words ring in his ears. Dean shoots a worried glance towards his brother, but it is too late.
Word vomit.
“It’s all my fault.”
Pamela raises an eyebrow, surprised. Meg sits forwards in her seat opposite Sam, a devilish smile on her lips with her fingers laced together.
“Do go on.” Pamela says voice heavy with attitude. Gabriel holds his breath, praying the moose wouldn’t say anything. But slowly, Sam rises out of his seat to his full towering height, eyes downcast to the table.
“I got off with Gabe on the Russia trip.”
Several people in the class gasp. Dean’s eyes widen. Jo shoots a glare towards Gabriel.
“I only did it because I- I don’t know why but I was just in his room and, and we were talking and. I only did it because we thought Anna had passed out after all the vodka she drank with Jo and-”
“Don’t bring me into this, asshole!” Jo calls from the back.
“-I didn't mean anything by it. But I guess I lost my head, and then he gave me head. And then the class got sent back from Russia and I’m really really sorry for being such a slut okay?”
The class is silent. Pamela arches an eyebrow. “You done?” she asks, but you can almost see the smirk on her face. Bobby owes her twenty bucks.
Sheepishly, Sam nods, not daring to glance at Gabriel as he sits back down in his seat.
Pamela eyes the class. “Anything else anyone would like to share?” she asks.
Dean bolts up, a sudden surge of courage coursing through him. “I think I’m in love with C-”
“Not literally, moron.” Pamela snaps. Blushing, Dean sinks back into his seat.
Sam glances at his brother, raising an eyebrow. Dean just shakes his head.
“Right. Turn your textbooks to page forty-”
Then Jo herself emerges up out of her seat, fire hot in her eyes as she stalks towards Gabriel, clocking him straight in the face.
“I needed that.” He mutters, as Dean lurches forwards, grabbing the blonde by her wrists.
Sam stands, perplexed for a moment like a rabbit caught in headlights, before he darts to the door, closing it shut behind him with a bang and a click.
The room falls silence again, nobody even daring to breathe. Pamela sits against the table, eyes trained on every member of the class at once, anticipating their next move.
“I-I” Gabriel stammers, his own golden eyes wide as saucers. He can’t even finish his sentence before he takes off in a run after Sam, slipping through the door.
Jo slinks back in her seat, and Dean slides in beside her. Pamela shakes her head before turning back to the textbook in her hand. Dean can vaguely hear her talking about page numbers. But he isn’t listening.
“He’s an asshole but-he cares, doesn’t he? About Sam?” Jo asks, turning to her pseudo-brother. Dean shakes out of his thoughts of pale girls with blue eyes and black hair. He sighs.
“Yeah, I think he really does.”
Because Gabriel’s a dick, but deep down…. Dean knows that he’d do anything for Sam.
oOo
“Sam! Sam wait!” Gabriel calls, panting as he races across the field outside their college. Damn, Sam is fast.
“Leave me alone!” Sam calls back, as he keeps on running like it’s all he's worth.
“Never!” Gabriel shouts back. Sam stills stopping and turning as he watches Gabriel race down the field towards him. His lip quiver slightly as he shakes his head, “You’re such an idiot.”
It comes out quieter than he wants it too, but soon, Gabriel is in front of him, breath heaving. Sam slinks down on a bench to his left.
“You’re just a complete asshole!” he continues, as Gabriel slinks next to him, chest heaving. He gives the trickster a minuet to get his breath back, watching as dark clouds form in the sky.
There's going to be another storm tonight. Nothing good happened the last time they had a storm.
“I’m sorry, okay?”
Sam shakes his head, hoping that Gabriel can’t tell that he’s about to cry. “Bullshit.” He mutters. Gabriel says nothing, eyes trained to the floor as the first drops of rain begin to fall. Sam looks up to the boy on his left. The boy who thinks he’s made of gold.
Maybe he is.
“Tell me you love me.” Sam says. He doesn’t really know where it’s come from, but as soon as he says it, he knows he needs to hear it.
“Sam,” Gabriel sighs. “You know how I feel about you.”
Sam doesn’t look at him. He stands, fists clenching. If Gabriel doesn’t love him, that’s fine. At least he knows now.
He continues walking down the grass path, ignoring Gabriel calling out his name as the rain gets heavier, even though the sun still shines.
He keeps going until he hears it.
“I love you, Sam Winchester!”
It’s a shout, and as Sam turns he realise Gabriel is stood up on the bench. And it’s like the heavens have opened because the rain just keeps falling, and Gabriel’s blonde hair turns dark and sticks to his forehead.
“I’m sorry, but I do! I do love you Sam!”
“Really?” Sam asks.
Gabriel nods, and hops down from the bench. He moves forwards and so does Sam. They meet in the middle somewhere. Always meeting in the middle right up until now, when Sam is the one to lean down first, pushing his face into Gabriel’s. Their lips meet hastily, and Gabriel smiles through the kiss.
Sam pulls back, and wipes some of his wet hair out of his face.
“I'll see you tomorrow.” Sam says, turning to walk away with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.
“I'll call you tonight!” Gabriel calls back, as the rain pours heavier around them. And for one single second, everything is perfect.
oOo
Dean doesn’t know where the fuck Sam is, but he's assuming he’s with Gabriel. And as much as he worries about his brother every single night he’s alone, Dean can’t quite bring himself to call. Because Sam’s with Gabriel, which means he’s the safest he could possibly be.
Things still aren’t quite right between the brothers since their fight in Russia. Dean emptied all the alcohol in the house, smashing the bottles up and recycling them. Sam smiled.
They both knew that the other was sorry for everything they said, but neither of them had really spoken about it yet. Yet, Sam was happy. Because they were brothers, and they always made up, right?
Still, Dean can’t help but wonder as he drives to the Novak house what Sam would think if he found out Dean’s dirty little secret regarding Gabriel’s little sister.
He approaches the door, trying to ignore the hard rain hitting his back in his thin flannel shirt. She still has his leather jacket.
He just needs to see her, and sends out a silent prayer that nobody else is home as he rings the doorbell.
The odds are, however, not in his favour.
Chuck answers the door, stubble gone way past a five o’clock shadow and hovering more dangerously into the Santa Claus territory. He looks tired and about ten years older than he should do. The bags under his eyes are heavy, and a pencil is tucked behind his ear.
“Gabriel’s not home.” He mutters, before moving to close the door. Dean places his hand on it, stopping him.
“Actually I-”
“Didn't you hear me, moron? Gabe’s not home, now get lost. I’m trying to finish my manuscript, Becky’s making crochet pillow covers and poor Castielle is trying to finish her homework.”
Dean gazes past Chuck, staring through the house into the kitchen, where she sits. However, her concentration isn’t on the paper. She’s staring at him.
She looks so much younger in her dreary catholic school uniform, her hair pulled tightly back into a ponytail, face free from makeup.
“-Hey, buddy? You even listening? I said get lost!” Chuck snaps, before catching dean off guard as the door clicks shut. Dean rings again, but all he gets is a deathly stare from Chuck through the living room window.
Sighing Dean turns back to his car. he pulls his phone out of his pocket, firing off a quick text.
To: Jailbait
Subject:
We need 2 talk. Youre not safe with lucifer.
His phone beeps a few seconds later.
From: Jailbait
Subject:
I can handle myself Dean. I don’t need you.
Dean can't bring himself to call, so he quickly types three words back as a reply, before tossing his phone into the backseat.
I need you.