You're all that I'd hoped I'd find

--Miserable at Best
Mayday Parade

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Not one nightmare plagued Sam that night. When he woke up, he was sprawled across his bed, clutching at a pillow. He looked around the room, frowning. The last thing he remembered was taking a few shots at the party. The rest had melted away.

On his nightstand, he noticed a sticky note. He pulled it off, holding it up to his face. His vision wasn't quite focused yet, probably from the hang over he could feel pounding away at his head, but he could make out the words if he squinted.

Don't worry, you didn't do anything last night besides get piss drunk. I made sure you got home ok. Stop by today?

--Kitty

Sam smiled softly, putting the note back in its place. He'd have to stop by. After he called Charlie and Luci, of course.

He got himself out of bed, which was difficult because he'd ended up asleep in his regular clothes. He puffed out a sigh, peeling his jeans off of him.

Maybe calling them up could wait until after a shower.

***

"Charlie? Did you make it out of that party alive?" Sam asked, smirking when he heard the redhead's groan of pain.

"Jo let me go so freaking drunk," she mumbled. "Gabe's gonna have to live without me for the day."

He adjusted the phone into the crook of his neck, getting a water out of the fridge. "I'll make sure he knows," he promised.

She seemed to perk. "You're stopping in? Sam, if you don't tell me details when you get back, I'll be so pissed," she threatened, still sounding like crap.

"I will." He chuckled. "I need to go, Charles. Sleep it off."

"Sure, leave a girl hanging." She snorted. "Bye, Sam."

He returned the goodbye and hung up, turning to snicker at Luci. When he'd walked out of his room, he'd found the guy haphazardly on the couch, half naked. Sam figured it was a couple of his friends, helping cover up the secret of Michifer.

He shook his head, grabbing his keys and heading out. He didn't have class until the afternoon today, so his plans were to hang out at the cafe.

Funny, he'd started to think of it as a comfort. Like some sort of safe haven. Smiling to himself, he took to walking down the road.

Taste for Paradise wasn't actually that far from his dorm, only about a fifteen minute walk. He enjoyed going by it, peering in and seeing all of the bright colors. It was nice, soothing even.

He'd have to drag Dean up here. John, their father, lived on the east side of town near the older Winchester brother. He'd like to show them the place sometime.

Maybe Dean already knew, him and Cas being together and all. When those two had first met, Sam had placed his bets. Got himself about a hundred dollars just from it.

They'd hated each other. Cas was a pastel sweetheart while Dean was the sharp biker that everyone thought was in a relationship with his Impala. Guess opposites attract, huh?

In the midst of Sam's reminiscing, he'd gotten to the doors of the shop. He pulled on the familiar handle, swinging inside. Grin large on his face, he stepped up to the counter, leaning on it. "Hey, Kitty! You in?"

There was a loud clatter, followed by a string of swears. Gabriel appeared in the doorway, covered in flour. He cracked a grin. "You called?"

Sam's eyes widened. "Holy shit. What happened?"

"Just slipped," the Novak dismissed, coughing slightly. White billowed out around him in the slight fit.

He laughed. "Clumpsy ass."

"Hey, at least I've got a good ass to match," Gabriel sassed with a wink.

Sam looked down at the countertop. "I got the note you left," he said, changing the subject. "What happened last night?"

Gabriel looked surprised, and strangely, a slight bit sad. "You don't remember anything at all?" he inquired.

"Nothing." Sam shook his head. "The last memory is tipping back shots with Meg."

"You didn't miss much," Gabriel told him, leaning on the bar. "You were stumbling around, smiling like a ninny at everyone that crossed your path, though." He chuckled. "You're a fun little drunk, Moose."

Sam groaned. "Shit. Anything else?"

Gabriel was silent for a moment while he thought. He snapped his fingers, pointing at him. "After I drove you home and got you into your dorm, you insisted I stay. You were scared of something, that I know."

"Did I say what?" Sam asked, tone changing. He couldn't tell Gabriel about the nightmares, not yet. He prayed to whatever was above that he didn't say anything while he was drunk.

Gabriel tilted his head, catching on to Sam's sudden change. "No, you didn't say."

Sam puffed out a relieved sigh. "I feel bad you had to drag my sorry ass home," he apologized, rubbing his forehead.

"It wasn't a big deal," the smaller man said.

"Still." Sam's eyes sparked. "Food. On me. Tonight. Wherever you want, whatever you want."

Gabriel stepped back, moving to turn away. "That's kind, Moose, but I'm serious. It wasn't any hassle."

"Please? I feel guilty," Sam begged, using his puppy dog eyes.

He stared at the taller man for a moment. Finally, he relented with a sigh. "Have it your way, then."

Sam beamed. "Great. When are you off work?"

Gabriel took a piece of paper out of a drawer on his side, clicking a pen he'd tucked behind his ear. He scribbled some things down and passed it over to him.

On the paper, in a purple scrawl, were his address and his number. Sam smiled and folded it, tucking it into his pocket.

"Text me later when I know I'll have someone around if I need them," Gabriel quipped. "Now, Charlie's disappeared and Anna's off, so I have a mess to clean and a lunch to make for a certain Moose." He poked Sam's chest, turning and leaving the room with a sway of his hips.

Sam blinked, forcing himself to turn away. Gabriel was really getting to him.

Remembering what Charlie had asked him to do, he yelled, "Charlie's badly hung over!"

He heard a loud laugh. "Of course she i- SHIT!" Another crash echoed through the building.

Sam sighed and came around the bar, peaking into the kitchen. "Kitty? You alive?"

Gabriel gazed up at him from the floor. "Peachy," he grumbled. "Flour first, and now sugar. What's next, butter?"

Rolling his eyes, Sam pulled the man to his feet. He looked around, wincing at the mess. "Need help cleaning?"

"Not a bad offer." Gabriel sighed. "Yeah, if you don't mind. I don't want to make you work, though."

Sam shrugged, picking up a rag. "I'm used to working," he commented, turning on the water. "Besides, it's you."

Gabriel looked at him then, curious and slightly skeptical. "Alright," he agreed slowly. "I'll get to making you some lunch."

He sauntered off to the other half of the kitchen, taking out a few pots and pans. Sam got down on the floor with the wet rag, wiping up the flour, humming.

"You're humming Intoxicated, aren't you?" Sam could hear the smile in Gabriel's voice.

"Yeah," he responded. "To tell you the truth, it's been stuck in my head for days."

That was because he'd attached the song to the short man. It was the song playing when he first walked in here. The "whiskey eyes" part added to it, too. But, he'd never admit that.

"It's one of my favorites," Gabriel mused.

***

Classes, Sam had decided, were boring. He hated sitting in the lecture halls, loathed having work to do on something he didn't want for his life.

He'd been texting Gabriel since he left. The cafe was having a slow day, so Sam was able to shoot and receive fast, completely ignoring the teacher.

Gabriel had decided upon Italian for dinner. Something about craving a raspberry cream soda. Apparently the place wasn't fancy, which was a relief since he hated suits.

Sam couldn't help but treat today like a date.

By the time he got back to his dorm, he was panicking. It wasn't even a date, and here he was, freaking out like he was taking Gabriel for some fancy dinner at a fancy restaurant.

Hell, he was nervous. He bit his lip, putting on a pair of dark washed jeans and a black zip up hoodie. Taking a gray beanie from his closet, he tucked it over his head.

He splashed his face, hoping to calm himself down. It didn't help him much. Groaning, he left the dorm, swinging himself into his car.

"You're fine," he said to himself, starting the engine. "Kitty's just a friend, right? You're not taking him out on a date or anything."

He laughed nervously, pulling onto the road. The Cab's cover of Disturbia played softly, his fingers drumming to it.

Gabriel lived on Angel Boulevard. He rolled the Cuda to a stop in front of a huge house. It wasn't lavish or showy, just large. The Novaks did seem to be a pretty big family, after all.

Sam walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell. He listened to it chime throughout the house, bouncing up onto his toes and rolling back on his heels. It wasn't long before the door opened and there stood Cas.

The Novak smiled. "Hello, Sam," he greeted in his deep voice. "It's been a while."

Sam grinned back. "Yeah, it's been since last semester. How's life with my brother? Do I need to kick his ass for you?"

Cas waved a hand. "He's sweet," he said. "Wants me to move in with him, actually." He looked over his shoulder. "There comes the princess."

Sam leaned over just in time to see Gabriel stumble down the stairs. "Hey!" the Novak yelled. "Don't lie to him, Cassie! I'm a manly prince!"

Cas snorted. "In your dreams."

Gabriel ducked beneath Cas's arm, coming to stop in front of Sam. "Ready to leave my annoying bro behind?" he chirped.

"He's better than Dean is," the Winchester defended, starting off down the path. "At least the two of them can annoy each other and not us."

Gabriel followed him, nodding. "That's the truth there, Moose."

"Make sure to have my baby home by midnight!" called Cas in a sniffle. "They grow up so fast."

Sam paused and turned around. "Don't forget the pictures, Cas."

Cas's eyes widened and he grinned innocently. "No worries. You two have fun." He chuckled and darted inside.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Pictures?"

"When he first started dating Dean over the summer, he would sneak it," Sam explained, getting into the car. Once Gabriel was in, he continued, "I decided to lay out a sort of trap. I got pictures of what I did."

Gabriel smirked. "The moose isn't as innocent as he looks."

Sam shook his head, revving the engine. "Hell no. I'm the crown champ at pranks. The middle school has rules dedicated to me."

"Impressive," the other man drawled. "But not as impressive as my middle school days, I'll bet."

"You say that now, Kitty," Sam murmured dangerously, laughing. "You don't know how masterful I am."

Gabriel snorted. "We'll see, hotshot."

Sam smiled lopsidedly, casting a glance his way before looking back at the road. He could feel Gabriel's eyes on him; his instinct screamed for him to look back over. Resisting it was difficult, but he had to.

Gabriel was really screwing with his head. All of his thoughts immediately bounced to him, no matter what thought he was previously entertaining. The guy was... addictive.

"That's the place," Gabriel suddenly piped up, pointing over at a Spaghetti Factory. "Best Italian soda ever. You'll love it."

"And if I don't?"

"How about we make that deal after you totally love it." Gabriel smiled, turning in his seat to face him. "Trust me."

Sam made a face. "Trust you?" he mused sarcastically. "Who said I trusted you?"

"You let me make you food, and you let me into your car without pouring holy water down my shirt." Gabriel bitch faced him. "Would you really like to go there?"

"Who said anything about holy water?" Sam put a hand to his chest.

Gabriel shrugged. "You seem like the type."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The Novak opened the car door. "Whatever you want it to, I guess."

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Status: Unedited

Next chapter is gonna start laying down a little backstory for you. As well as another character *wink wonk*

For now, I have a oneshot to write. Later, fabulous bitches.

Seriously, y'all rock harder than if ACDC collaborated with Kiss. 

--Gabe