This was stupid, Sam decided. Completely stupid.

So he had lost a bet to Hannah, so what? It's not like she had anything to hold over his head that said he HAD to ask Gabriel out.

Well....She had seen him in the girl's bathroom in his underwear....

Okay so she had ONE THING to hold over him. But it's not like she had evidence! 

Other than several witnesses!

He groaned and faceplanted onto his desk in Spanish class. What was the point? He was obviously done for. If Hannah was devious enough to manipulate the gym teacher AND cheat to get him to lose the bet in the first place, then she'd obviously make his life a living hell if he didn't hold up his side of the deal.

And what was so bad about asking Gabriel out again? It's not like he had promised Hannah they'd date or be boyfriends or anything, so what was the problem?

The classroom door slammed open and Gabe flounced in, candy wrappers littering the ground behind him as he flopped into his seat and continued to loudly eat more candy.

Ah, right. Gabriel was an asshole. That's what made it hard.

And he was an attractive asshole. That made it worse. He wasn't sure who he hated more; Hannah for putting him in this situation, Gabriel for existing, or his own stupid self for thinking someone like Gabriel was even remotely attractive.

Damn that stupid squishy face.

But Hannah hadn't specified what kind of date he had to ask Gabriel on, had she? It could be entirely unromantic! They could go pick up trash or something, Gabriel would see him as lame, and he'd never have to worry about going out with him ever again!

Except that....Sam kinda wanted to go out with him. And not just cause Gabriel was hot, no...

Because he brought him cherry lollipops and remembered they were his favorite, and cause he was one of the first people in the whole school to be nice and talk to him even though he was new, and he always noticed when another kid in class was struggling to answer a question and made a scene so that the kid didn't have to answer or at least had more time to think of something.

Sam sighed and then froze.

WAS HE BLUSHING JUST BY THINKING ABOUT GABRIEL FRIGGIN NOVAK?

FUCK.

Clearly he needed to have a long chat with his brain and its chemicals over blush worthy things because GABRIEL WAS NOT SOMEBODY TO BLUSH OVER, GO HOME BRAIN, YOU'RE DRUNK.

"Hey Sammoose," Gabriel started, poking at him. "You sleepy or something?"

Shit. He still had to ask him out.

"No," Sam insisted, sitting back up. "Just...thinking."

"Better be careful with that- if you think too much, you'll get smart."

"I'm already smart."

"You poor thing! How long have you been in that sad state?"

"Long enough to know it would do you some good to think more."

"You're probably right," Gabriel shrugged. "Maybe if I thought more I'd be passing this class." Sam's eyes widened.

"You're failing?" He asked. Gabe waved him off.

"Eh, kinda. I've bombed the last few quizzes, and Profesora says my grade is in danger of 'slipping.'"

"Gabe that's bad." Gabriel stared at him.

"Did you just call me Gabe?" He asked, a smug grin creeping across his face. A small section of Sam's mind exploded in panic.

"Uh- yeah, I think so- why, do...do you not like to be called Gabe?" He rubbed at his neck awkwardly and Gabriel continued to stare at him, way too pleased with himself.

"No, it's fine," He insisted. "I like the way you say it."

"O-okay..." They fell silent for a moment as Sam wracked his brain. "You know, if you're not doing well on the quizzes, I can help you study." Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"I mean I know it's weird for a junior to get help from a freshman, but I'm doing really good in this class, so I might be able to help-"

"I'm sure you will," Gabriel grinned smugger.

"How about we meet at the library on Saturday?" Sam asked. "Say around 4ish? We could study together."

"Study," Gabe echoed, giving Sam a once over. "I'd love to."

"Great!"

"Great."

"Then it's a date." Sam's face went pink again and he started swearing in his head because dammit, Gabriel looked so damn smug with that little smirk and those suggestive eyebrows, damn him, damn him to HELL, and damn Hannah to SUPER MEGA HELL FOR PUTTING HIM THROUGH THIS.

"A study date," Gabriel agreed. "I look forward to it."

"Me too."

*****

The second all the Novaks were home for the evening, Gabriel began to march around the house playing a trumpet as loud as he could, despite the fact that he didn't know how to play the trumpet, and the Novaks did not own one. 

Gabe didn't care. He was victorious and he wanted everyone to damn well know it.

"What are you so happy about?" Michael eventually asked him.

"I won," Gabriel said simply.

"Won what?"

"I WON THE BET!!" He yelled louder, and Cas burst into the room, alarmed.

"You didn't." He demanded.

"Oh, but I did."

"HOW-"

"I have a date with Sam Winchester on Saturday, so TAKE THAT CASSIE, I AM THE SUPERIOR SIBLING!"

"No way," Hannah said, starting to laugh. "Sam actually did it??"

"Did what?" Gabriel and Cas asked at the same time. Hannah burst out laughing.

"Sam's in my gym class, and he lost a bet to me, so I said he had to ask you out on a date! I didn't think he'd actually do it!" Gabriel and Castiel stared at her, murder in their eyes.

"You put him up to this?" Gabriel said coldly.

"I mean I didn't FORCE him, I merely asked him to-"

"YOU ASSHOLE!"

"Hey, it got you a date!"

"Wait, SAM asked YOU out?" Cas questioned. "That wasn't the deal we made. We have to ask the Winchesters out, not the other way around." Gabriel slowly wrapped his hands around Hannah's neck, murderous rage growing. "Which means that YOU DIDN'T WIN, HA!"

"What'd he say you were gonna do anyways?" Hannah asked.

"It's a study date at the library," Gabriel muttered and Hannah started laughing harder.

"That doesn't even count! I gotta give it to Sam for finding the loophole though!" She exclaimed.

"IT COUNTS!"

"Does not!"

"If we make out it counts!"

"YEAH RIGHT." Gabriel fumed.

"I am so pissed at you, Hannah, you have no idea-"

"Boo you whore, I did you a favor."

"Sleep with one eye open."

"Impossible but I'll try."

"I'm going to END YOU-" Balthazar and Chuck appeared out of nowhere, standing guard on either side of Hannah.

"Don't even think about it," Balthazar warned. "Nobody hurts my apprentice." Gabriel scowled.

"I hate both of you."

"You'll thank me later," Hannah waved it off. "When you're making out with a Winchester."