Notebooks scattered on the floor around them as Gabriel furrowed his brows, the tip of his tongue poking out as he studied the paper in front of him, a yellow highlighter in his hand as he dragged it across a line of text. He pushed the paper over, placing it on the small stack before moving to the next, giving Sam a small glance.

Sam had insisted on studying for the test that was coming up and although Gabriel has protested, he eventually agreed when Sam promised him a kiss if he'd help. How could he pass up a deal like that?

Still, he was getting bored, watching Sam as the boy read something, his fingers tapping a light rhythm on his leg as he did so. Gabriel took the opportunity to get a little closer, smiling at the boy and bumping him on the side of the cheek with his nose to get his attention.

"Did you hear what Crowley did today?" Gabriel asked with a slightly teasing tone in his voice as Sam glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, a smile on his face despite his attempt to look annoyed at being interrupted.

"No, what did he do?" Sam asked, placing down his own highlighter and looking at Gabriel, watching with a hint of affection in his eyes as Gabriel bounced up onto Sam's bed, dramatically moving around in his excitement.

"So, he and this student got into an argument and as the kid was walking away, Crowley said something in a different language and the kid fell down the stairs!" Gabriel exclaimed, mock falling off the bed in demonstration. Sam smiled at him, one eyebrow cocking up as he watched Gabriel's antics.

"You know it was probably a coincidence, right?" Sam commented, leaning on his knees as he watched Gabriel shake his head stubbornly.

"No! It couldn't be! The kid fell in such a strange way! Watch, it was like this," Gabriel said before concentrating, pretending to fall in a bizarre fashion that Sam had to admit didn't make sense. 

"Alright, alright, you made your point, now get down here before you actually do fall," Sam said with a roll of his eyes, pretending not to notice the smirk that crossed Gabriel's face. Gabriel began to hop down, deciding that was enough of a distraction for a little while, except for his foot caught on the blanket on the way down.

He tumbled down with a shout, landing on top of Sam and knocking the poor boy to the ground. He groaned, his head lying on what he thought was Sam's shoulder as he pushed himself up, one eye closed as he looked at the boy beneath him.

"Sor-" He started to say, only to stop, his eyes wide as he stared at Sam. His shirt was riding up, his hair a mess around him, and his eyes wide with a blush accenting the green. Gabriel swallowed, feeling a sudden rush of heat through his body that made him shiver, and his boxers to grow a bit tighter.

"Are you okay, Gabe?" Sam asked, but Gabriel didn't answer, preferring to lean down and capturing Sam's lips in his own, his tongue darting out eagerly to touch the seam of Sam's mouth. Sam let a muffled noise of surprise but didn't pull away, his hand reaching up to grab the back of Gabriel's head and pulling him closer.

Gabriel shifted on top of Sam, nearly squeaking when he felt a hardness brushing against his hip, pulling away and blushing profusely, but small pants beginning to leave his mouth as he looked down at Sam's red lips, his tongue darting out to subconsciously lick his own.

"Sam, do you want to-"

"Yes," Sam interrupted before Gabriel could finish, flushing red when he realized how eager he sounded. It brought out a grin from Gabriel, and he sat up, a weird shiver running through his spine when he felt Sam's erection rub against his butt. He shifted his hips just a little, reaching into his hoodie and pulling out a condom, meeting Sam's confused eyes.

"Where the hell did you get that from?" Sam asked, watching as Gabriel cocked his head, matching Sam's confused eyes with his own.

"Women have boob pockets. We already discussed this," Gabriel replied, pointing to the area to the sides of his chest where the pockets were. Sam scrunched up his nose cutely, shaking his head.

"Most women don't have boob pockets," Sam replied.

"She was my mom. What did you really expect?" Gabriel answered, a small grin crossing his face as Sam smiled, rolling his eyes and grabbing Gabriel by the hoodie, gently tugging him down.

"Dumbass," He whispered as he nuzzled closer before pressing his lips to Gabriel's, his hands sliding down to his sides and rubbing along the hip bones with his thumbs. Gabriel pushed into the touch, a noise of appreciation leaving his lips as he tugged at Sam's shirt, sliding it upwards and slowly exposing his skin.

The door to the living room slammed open, followed by Dean calling their names. They both jerked up in shock, barely having a moment to scramble away and back into a more casual position before Sam's door opened and Dean's head poked in. 

"Hey, we got pie and whipped cream in here," Dean commented, looking at the two of them, oblivious to what had been going on earlier. Sam seemed to relax a little, his shoulders slumping, and Gabriel took that as a sign he could breathe again.

"What's the occasion?" Sam asked, his voice a little shaky, but if Dean noticed, he didn't mention it.

"Gabriel's adoption got approved, but do I need a reason?" Dean replied with a small smirk, tapping on the door frame before pushing off of it, "Come on. Cas is waiting on us."

Sam and Gabriel exchanged a glance, a smile spreading across their faces before they followed Dean - checking each other in the process to make sure they looked decent - into the kitchen. Castiel had plates sitting on the counter, cutting the pie when they walked in.

Gabriel felt his throat clench when he saw the horrid wound on Castiel's face. It was mostly healed by now, just dark red scars that laced all up his cheek and stuck out almost an inch from the actual skin. It started at the corner of his mouth and stretched close to his ear in the longest cut, smaller cuts covering the rest of the cheek. Still, Dean didn't even seem to pause at it, his fingers sliding to cup Castiel's chin before giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. When he pulled away, Castiel stared up at him with warm affection, shoving a plate into Dean's chest with a small teasing smile.

"I gave you a quarter of the pie, like you asked," Castiel said with a roll of his eyes, returning to spooning out the rest of it as Dean grinned at the man. Gabriel watched them with warm eyes. Despite all the teasing he did, they were a good couple.

"Before we eat, we need to do the celebration toast," Dean said, setting his plate down and moving over to the cabinet, pulling out four little shot glasses. When he looked at Sam and Gabriel and their suddenly wide eyes, he grinned, shaking his head, "Don't worry. I wouldn't trust either of you with alcohol."

He switched to the counter, pulling a can of whip cream out of the bag that had been resting by the pie and shaking it, popping the top when he deemed it good enough. He sprayed a large dollop of cream into each glass, sliding the shot glasses to Sam and Gabriel before setting one in Castiel's hand and picking up his own.

"To Gabriel's adoption," Dean said with a light chuckle, his eyes twinkling as he raised his glass in mock cheers before knocking the dollop of cream out of the cup and into his mouth. Castiel watched him with a slight smile, choosing instead to place his own on Dean's pie. Sam stuck his tongue out, catching a little bit before swallowing it down.

Gabriel chose to pick it up in his hand and smear it all over Sam's face.

Sam's mouth dropped open in shock as he looked over at Gabriel, his eyes narrowing when Gabriel laughed, a teasing tone in his voice as he nudged the taller teenager, "What's wrong, Sam?" He asked, though his voice was anything but innocent as he took a step back so he was out of range from Sam's arms. Still, he could escape Sam suddenly lunging for him, grabbing him tightly around the waist with one hand while he wiped his own whip cream on Gabriel in retaliation.

"Moose! I swear!" Gabriel shouted, though he was laughing as he finally wriggled away. When he turned back to look at Sam, the taller teen was grinning, and Gabriel couldn't stop himself from moving fowards, grabbing Sam and tugging him down so he could swipe his tongue across Sam's cheek.

"Ew! Gabriel!" Sam exclaimed, escaping from Gabriel's grasp and wiping at his still covered whip cream face, though Gabriel could tell by the look on Sam's face that he was anything but disgusted with what Gabriel just did.

"Sorry, but I don't want to waste it," Gabriel said, swiping at the own whip cream on his face and sucking it off his finger with a grin. Sam blushed and looked away, about the time that Dean cleared his throat, gaining their attention.

"Anywhere but the kitchen. This is our place," Dean said with a grin, and at first, Gabriel thought he was joking, until Castiel blushed that is.

"Dean!" Sam shouted in horror, but it couldn't stop the look of pride that crossed Dean's face.

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I have such great news to tell you!!! My lovely roommate who helps me plan and edit my stories and I got supernatural convention tickets and we're so excited!! We get to go see them in October in New Orleans and I am freaking out right now!! I'm going to get to hug a Padalecki!!!! My life will be complete!! Note From Roommate: I'm going to hug a Richard Speight Jr...I'll probably cry, not that any of you care about my tears.