A/N: AU where both Sam and Gabe liked each other in high school, but never got together, until a party.... That photo is to all my readers!!

Saying Samuel Winchester was beyond bored was an under statement. He was laying on his Arrow sheets, it was a good show, don't judge, staring at the ceiling fan go round and round. The youngest Winchester was an officer down at the police station and today was his first day off in weeks. He simply didn't know what to do. He didn't want to be off, but apparently, breaking your arm means no work. Stupid rules.

He tried studying his room, analyzing it again, but it simply bored him. The dresser was across from his bed resting on the wall. The door was to the right of the dresser and a window was on the left wall. Two windows were on the left wall actually, both with boring brown curtains. The wall was a beige color and since this was an apartment, he couldn't change the color. The wall behind his bed had a picture collage his older brother made him for his 26th birthday.

The pictures gave him comfort after a long day of dealing with murders and criminals. Some were of their various trips around the nation as kids, and others were of them joking with friends. There was one that made Sam smile every time. It was Dean's graduation photo. Dean stood in his cap and gown next to Castiel Novak, who was a junior at the time, his older brother's high school sweetheart. They finally got together after Cas graduated college. Next to this photo was a picture of Castiel Novak's older brother and Dean's old high school buddy, the famous trickster, Gabriel Novak dressed in a cap and gown too. He was shorter than the both of them but he was standing on a chair with his arms wrapped around them with a goofy smirk on his face. In another picture Dean had his arm around a blushing Castiel, and Sam stood next to them with his face pulled into a kiss by the Trickster. This wasn't just some kiss on the check, this was lip on lips. Sam was blushing madly, and you could see a slight smirk on the graduate's face.

Sam remembered when Gabe kissed him again at a party. It was a goodbye kiss, because Gabe was going off to college. They weren't necessarily dating, but they had strong feelings for each other that neither one wanted to admit. So Dean had taken a photo to capture the kiss to make fun of how "in love" they were. Gabriel had his arms wrapped around his waist, head leaning down to meet Sam, as he leaned up his head. Sam had one hand caressing his cheek, and the other was on his neck. Both their eyes were closed and it took Sam back to that party.

"Hey I'm going outside! Need some air!" Sam heard Gabriel shout as he walked outside. Sam was staring at the night sky, laying in the grass in the Novak's huge backyard. They lived on a farm area, but their house still looked like a mansion to 15 year old Samuel Winchester. He heard the trickster chuckle behind him. "You're one odd kid, you know that Samwich?" Gabriel said as he laid down beside him. "You know there's a party full of hotties out there and you're out here stargazing," Gabriel joked as he looked at his best friend's little brother. "Yeah, but people, Ew. I much rather look at the stars," Sam retorted with a slight frown on his face. "Was someone in there making fun of you? Because I have to tell them to back off. That's my job," His crush teased smirking at the youngest Winchester. "Shut up, you little shit," Sam pushed his shoulder and sat up. "First of all, language!" Gabriel shouted in a high pitched girly voice making Sam laugh. "Second of all, there is a party full of hot girls just waiting for an attractive messy haired brunette, with beautiful hazel eyes, to pounce on," Gabriel said as he stood up and tried to pull Sammy up.

Sam just crossed his arms and stayed put. "I don't want some annoying dumb blonde bugging me all night," Sam snapped, and accidentally whispered his next thought out loud, "I want you to bug me all night." Gabriel smirked. Oh shit he heard that. He wasn't supposed to hear that!! "Wow Sammy I never knew you had a crush on me," Gabriel teased as he got closer to Sam. The fifteen year old quickly got up, and started, well tried, to walk away but Gabriel grabbed his arm and tugged him closer. "Gabe if you're just going to make fun of me I suggest you-" Gabriel cut him off by grabbing his face and pulling him so close he was barely touching his lips. Sam stood there in shock with his cheeks bright red and eyes wide open. "Sammy I would like to do a lot of things, a lot of bad things, naughty unspeakable things to you. Making fun of you is not on that list," His honey colored eyes looked lazily and flirty at Sam's hazel ones. The 18 year old's voice came off husky, making Sam forget how to breath. "What- uh- what's on this-this list?" Sam's stuttered not being able to think straight with Gabriel's body coming closer and closer to his. The trickster grabbed his hips pulling him so close his hips touched the flirty males. Sam gasped fighting the dirty thoughts in his mind. "Oh Sam, if you knew, you'd get a boner lasting months," Gabriel put the most emphasis on months, breathing on Sam's lips, making him shiver with pleasure. Sam opened his mouth then closed it. "I- uh- AGH! You're hands sure do- ah- travel," Gabriel's hands had traveled into his pants, exploring the front and the back. "You think my hands are skilled? Just wait till you see what my lips can do," Gabriel said as he pulled his hands out of his pants and grabbed his waist and pulled him into a kiss. This is it! This is what Sam had wanted for so long. He caressed the older teen's face and grabbed his neck. Best. Party. Ever.

It's been years since that party and Sam hasn't talked to him since. He missed the prankster and his perverted but kind ways. He never forced Sam to do anything. Feeling him up at the party was the worst he had ever done and Sam had wanted that. If only he told Gabriel he had a crush on him sooner. Maybe things would have been different... No stop. He hadn't thought about this in years! Maybe it's because Jess died in that stupid house fire a few years ago, and his last girlfriend, Ruby, cheated on him. The thought of romance never crossed his mind ever since he became a cop.

As he wallowed in his past, he heard someone come through the door. It was about eight o'clock at night, and it was dark outside. You see, Sam lived in a bad neighborhood, because it was closer to the police station. Crap. Another robber? Why do they always rob my house? They better not burn it down this time. He grabbed his gun and stuffed it in the back of his pants, and tugged his plaid shirt over it, to cover it. He then openned his door quietly, and saw a shadow of a man from the hallway. He sneaked around the corner and tackled the dark firgure in the living room. They wrestled and Sam ended up pinning him to the floor. Is that-?

"Hiya Sammy!" Dean Winchester said with a smirk and hint of pride of his eyes. "Dean what- AGH!" He yelled when his older brother got out from under him and pinned him to the floor. "Getting a little rusty are we? And I thought you were a cop!" Dean teased as Sam squirmed from underneath him. "Get off of me," Sam yelled trying to kill him, but his legs were just too damn long. "Not until you agree to what i'm about to ask," Sam could practically feel his older brother smirking as he said this. "Fine! Just get of ya jerk!" He couldn't believe his older brother tackled him down. He still acted like a teenagers. "Okay, okay. Gosh you don't have to be a little bitch about it," Dean teased as he got off his little brother, and held out a hand. Sam scoffed, "At least I'm not a jerk," as he took his brother's hand.

The moose walked over to the light switch and made the room get slightly brighter. "What do you want? I can't keep getting you out of parking tickets man. The cheif is going to catch on. And when she does-" "No bro, I'm okay now. You know my boyfriend, the nerdy one from high school?" Dean asks with a hidden smile when he mentioned boyfriend and as he described him his smile grew. "The one you were obsessed with after high school?" The younger Winchester joked as he sat on the old couch in the living room. "Shut up." Dean grumbled, and then continued with, "Well his brother just came home from traveling the world, and his family and friends are throwing him a welcome home party tonight. Want to come?" Dean asked going to his kitchen and raiding his fridge, as per usual in his visits. Sam scrached the back of his neck as he said, "I think I am busy with paperwork, I should go down-" "Oh really? I thought you couldn't work because you broke your arm, which is so lame by the way," Dean cut him off coming into the room and crossing his muscular arms holding a beer in his left hand. "Well, uh I have, uh, research that I have been meaning to get to and it's-" Sam lied through his teeth. "Oh cut the crap, Sam," Dean cut him off using his I'm older than you so you should listen to me voice. "The only you won't go is because you still have a crush on that prankster kid."

Sam stood up and walked over to his window and stared at his crappy view of the parking lot. "I so do not," Sam replied childishly. "Sam you have always been a bad liar. Come on bro. You need this. You work all the time, and you got stress lines on your forehead man. Take a break, and have a little fun. Most people go out and have fun on their days off work. You sit around and mope," Dean said seeing right through his little act. A light that hadn't been lit in a while was in his eyes as he said with a slight smile, "I guess I'm not like most people." Dean rolled his eyes at his brother's cheesy ways. "Okay Romeo, you are going to this party. By the way, dress like we did when we used to hunt with Dad. It's supposed to be a southern themed party. Don't dress all fancy police like," Dean grabbed his arm and pushed his little brother into his moose quarters. Sam scoffed as Dean closed the door, "I remember you asking me! I said no!" He heard his older brother's muffled voice yell, "Yeah well I didn't listen!" Sam groaned and threw his head back. Whiplash. Bad idea on the moose's part.

The younger Winchester grabbed a pain black shirt, and a plaid orange long sleeved flannel. He placed it on the bed along with a pair of worn light Levy jeans. He grabbed his old hunting boots and a pair of goofy moose socks his brother bought him as a joke gift a while back. Slipped out of his pajamas and into the outfit. He had showered in the morning, yet he found himself putting on cologne. He walked into his bathroom, and found himself applying a little too much deodorant. He brushed his teeth more throughly than usual, and actually brushed his hair!

"Hurry up, Sammy! I didn't think it took this long for moosen to get ready!" Dean teased from somewhere in the living room. "First of all, stop with that moose thing, and second, the plural form of moose is moose," Sam replied as he rolled his eyes and walked out of the bathroom. "Nerd!" Dean yelled from the couch watching his guilty pleasure, Dr. Sexy M.D. "At least I'm not going through metapause," Sam teased as he grabbed his jacket from the coat closet. "Shut up. I couldn't work your stupid remote, and it got stuck on this channel," Dean mumbled red as a tomato and getting ready to leave. "Yeah, and how many times have you 'got stuck on the channel' at home?" Sam smirked as he put on his jacket, grabbed his wallet and walked out the door. "Bitch!" Dean yelled as he closed his little brother's door behind him. "Jerk," Sam smiled as he said this, remembering the old days, before he became a cop.

As he walked outside he could see his brother's beloved car shine in from the street lights. It was a black beauty. A 1967 Chevy Impala was his brother's heart and joy. Sam understood why though. They practically grew up in that thing. Their childhood was filled with constant moving. Up until high school, when their father started disappearing for long lengths of time. Bobby finally had enough and took the boys in. Sam smiled as he sat in his older brother's "baby", as Dean likes to call it. Dean got in the driver's seat and started the car, making a low rumbling noise. AC/DC's Black in Black started playing, and Sam rolled his eyes. His brother refuses to listen to music that was made in this decade.

They finally arrived to a huge manison. It looked a lot like the White House. "Dean is this Gabe's place?" Sam asked bewildered by how nice it looked. "Uh well Cas and Gabe's place. Apparently they inhertied the large house after their hundreds of siblings moved out," Dean said rubbing the back of his neck. Sam looked at themselves. They both looked super under dressed. Dean was dressed in a plain red button up shirt that was unbuttoned to reveal a black Metallica shirt. He was wearing darker jeans, and black hunting boots. They parked the car in the huge parking lot that the manison had. "Dean, don't you think we look a little under dressed?" Sam asked as they got out of the car. His brother smirked at him as he swung his keys. "What are talking about? This is my best band t-shirt! And I bet people will be surprised that a moose is dressed in human clothes!" Dean teased as he walked away towards the front of the house. "You jerk!" Sam yelled as he ran up to him and flicked him in the head. "Hey at least I'm not a workacholic bitch!" Dean yelled back as he jumped on his giant brother's back. They staggered to the door knocking into, making them collaspe on the floor.

The door openned and Sam heard a familiar voice say, "Okay if this is another ding dong ditch, I assure you, you won't get-" Sam looked up from under his brother, his stomach on the floor, and his brother on his back. He saw an unfamiliar face, but he'd recongize those golden eyes from anywhere. The two just stared at each other. Dean quickly got off his brother, and cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh hey Gabe. Where's your brother?" The older Wnchester asked breaking Gabriel out of whatever trance he was in. The short man looked up at Dean smirking. "Hey it's my brother's boy toy! Do I even get a welcome back?" Gabe teased pulling Dean into a quick bro hug. Dean rolled his eyes and mumbled a welcome. "That's better. He's in the kitchen. And one request. Can you guys wait to bang after the cake?" Gabe joked making Dean blush red. Dean cleared his throat and walked past Gabriel.

Gabriel smirked down at Sam, and Sam smiled awkwardly. He stood up quickly and towered over the trickster. Gabriel looked Sam up and down, and whistled. "Well you have certainly grown up since high school! Damn, I didn't know you would be so tall Samsquatch! You big in other areas?" Gabriel teased, not at all intimidated by the younger Winchester. Sam gulped and blushed. "I-uh, yeah. I'm like 6'4" now," He said lamely. Gabriel smriked and grabbed his neck. He slowly pulled Sam down so he could whisper in his ear, "I guess you learned to talk dirty after all these years." Sam turned bright red, and pulled away. "Gabe, I was talking about my height," he said, embarrassed that the 5'8 midget still had this affect on him. Gabriel laughed and grabbed his large hands. "Sure you were, Samwich. Come on into my not-so-humble home!' He exclaimed as he dragged the giant man his home.

Gabriel dragged him in so fast, he didn't have time to obserse his surroundings. He was dragged to a large fancy ballroom, filled with adults in casual clothing. It was an odd sight. While Gabe dragged Sam, the moose shamelessly checked out his ass, which looked great in those tight black skinny jeans. He was wearing a goofy bright pink shirt, that said, "I want candy!" on the front. He was wearing Mario Nike sneakers (A/N: If you look it up on google it should pop up. It's really cool looking). He also had his anime jacket that he made in high school. It was all black, but on the front, there was a picture of some anime characte on the left breast. On the back there was this giant collage of anime pictures (I don't watch anime, so make up any characters you want on their lol).

Gabriel finally stopped in front of a bar. "Two vodkas for me and the cutie in the plaid," Gabe said to the bartender, throwing a wink Sam's way. The shorter man jumped up on barstool, and smiled at Sam. "So tell me, gigantor, what do mooses do after high school," he joked, giving Sam an honest to God smile that made his knees feel weak. "Well, I went to college for law, found it boring, and became a cop instead," Sam weakly replied. "Here are you drinks sir," the bartender said after filling the shot glasses. Sam took his and downed it fast. It burned down his throat. Sam motioned for another. The bartender filled it again, and again Sam downed it. This was repeated a few more times before he noticed, Gabriel watching him. Sam stopped from his sixth shot. "What?" Sam asked, his voice a little horse from the licker burning down his throat. Gabe just chuckled and shook his head. "I never knew you could handle your licker like that. It's sexy," his high school crush teased, smiling with a look of awe? Nah, he doesn't like me. Why would he still have feelings for me after all these years? Sam thought sadly. "Yeah, well you learn to drink when you have a job like mine," Sam muttered darkly thinking of the brutal murder case he helped with a month ago. Gabe's smile seemed to fall a bit. "What about you mister mysterious? What did you do after high school?" Sam asked in a bold tone. The vodka had given him a sense of bravery.

Gabe downed his first shot, cleared his throat, and shook his head. "Shit man. This stuff is strong," Gabe joked coughing a little bit. "Anyways, after high school, I went to college, and majored in art. My parents looked down on me, and most of my family just gave me disgusted glances. So after college, I used my parents money, and traveled through Europe. I became a successful artist, making money from all my senery paintings, and sulptures. I moved back home, and I bought the art museum. I'm hoping to have a section of the museum filled with new paintings from young artists. Oh and at the end of every month there will be a gallery for those artists struggling to pay rent, to sell their paintings," Sam smiled as Gabriel talked. He got this gleam in his eyes, whenever he talked about young artists.

He was in the middle of talking about something to do with abstract paintings, when Sam accidentally blurted, "You're so cute, when you talk about your dreams." Gabe looked at him with an amused look. "I'm sorry what?" Gabe asked with a slight smirk. Shit. I said that out loud. Quick say something smart. Sam nervously thought as he searched his brain for something to say. "Uhhh. I uh. So uh get this. You're ribs move about 5 millions times a year, every time you breathe! Imagine if you were breathing heavily. They would probably moved even more," Sam babbled. What the hell Sam? "Speaking of breathing heavily, there are a ton of interesting facts about sex." God damn it, peaseeee stop. "Did you know they say sex reduces stress? I think that one was kind of obivous though. Also did you know that sex can make your body feel better if you're sick? Isn't that strange? Apparently, arrousal and orgasms boost your immune system. Isn't weird?" Sam took a breath, not even noticing that Gabriel was incredibly turned on. He was too busy panicing. Omg Sam shut up please. "So get this. Lube makes it easier to orgasm, or if that doesn't work, you can always use coconut oil," Sam continued on with his useless facts. SAM STOP IT. "Oh and apparently, after you work out, it makes your sexual function majorly improve. Also your testostertone levels just skyrocket!" Sam exclaimed making an explosion gesture with his arms. "And-" He was cut off by Gabriel putting a finger to his lips.

"You know, my bedroom isn't too far away." Gabriel said with a lustful look in his eyes. Sam's eyes widened. "Uhhh, did those, uh, facts make you, uh," Sam stumbled over his words. The older male nodded and grabbed Sam's shirt collar. He whispered in his ear, "Fancy finding out if lube really does speed up an orgasm?" Sam blushed as Gabriel started pulling him out of the room by his shirt. They went up two flights of stairs before reached Gabe's room.

The trickster slammed Sam into the door and pulled his head to kiss him. Sam's mind was spinning. Maybe it was from the licker, or that his high school crush was making out with him. He had dreamed about this happening for years and now it was actually happening. But he was tipsy. This would just be another hook up. Gabriel was a known player. The older male opened up the door and shoved Sam on the bed. No. This didn't feel right. Gabriel slammed the door shut and crawled on top of Sam. He started kissing down his neck. Oh who cares if it's right? It feels soooo good. Sam grabbed Gabriel hips, and massaged the skin underneath his skin, making the shorter man shiver.

Sam flipped Gabe over with ease, before just straddling, and stopping. Gabriel leaned up to kiss him but Sam stopped him. "What is it Sam?" Gabriel asked in a husky voice. Oh God this wasn't going to be easy. "Before we go any farther, I want you to promise me something," Sam said in a stern tone. "Can I hear what it is first?" Gabe joked with a nervous smile on his face. "I want you to promise me that this won't be another night stand to you," Sam looked into Gabriel's eyes with hope. Gabriel looked away. "I'm sorry, Sam, but I can't do that. I don't want anything serious right now," Gabe said sadly. Sam's lips trembled and he got off of Gabriel. "I can't do this. I can't be with you, Gabe."

"Why not, Sam? What's the big deal?" Gabe asked super confused. Sam just shook his head. He was never going to see him again anyway. Might as well tell him. "BECAUSE THATS NOT HOW I WANTED THIS NIGHT TO GO!" Sam yelled turning around to see Gabriel with a shocked look on his face. "I have to go," Sam said as he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door. Gabriel threw his head back on the pillow in frustration.

Sam ran out of the mansion, and ran out to the street and grabbed a cab home, tears flowing down his face the whole way home.

Meanwhile Gabriel was racking his brain, as to the meaning of Sam's words. He looked at that dumb old bag of candy Sam gave him before he left the party. It was a cute little gym bag, Sam got the gym bag too because Gabe was complaining about having no where to kept his work out stuff. Sam filled it up to the top with all of Gabriel's favorite candies. He ate it all already, but he never did use the gym for fear of ruining it. It basically had all the colors of the rainbow on it.

He started going through the pocket to find a secret stash of candy 11 years old. He dumped all the candy out but an envelope fell out. He was curious. The little dork never mentioned a letter. On the front it read "To the hottest guy on the planet." Gabriel smirked and chuckled. Gabe knew Sam always had a thing for him. Gabriel opened and found two different types of paper in it. One was computer paper, and the other was lined business paper. He took the note pad paper out first.
It read:

Gabriel,

My brother was too much of bitch to give this letter to you. I think you need to hear how much he adores you. This isn't giving you my permission to fuck with my little brother. You break his heart, and I'll break your neck. If you ever read his letter, just know he's more sensitive then he lets on. So if you don't love him, don't be a dick about it. You better not fucking hurt him, you ass.

From Your best bud,

Dean Winchester

Love? Oh no. What have I done? I have to read this letter. Gabriel thought as he pulled out the second one.

Dear Gabriel,

I'm going to miss you. I mean college! Wow, that's something to look forward to! I thought before you go, I need to tell you something. Oh god, I hope you never see this.

Gabriel, I am in love with you. I love you more than I love Law and Order, which is saying something because I am obsessed with that show.

The thing is, I think I'll always kind of love you. Your smile will always give me butterflies, and your eyes will always have me memorized. When you smirk at me and jokingly flirt, my mind forgets how to function properly. You are gorgeous, not only because you're incredibly hot, but because your inside is what I fell in love with. The other stuff made me like you.

I love the way you make me laugh. I remember one kid once made me cry, and I was hiding in the bathroom stalls for like a period and a half. You came in and found me. The thing was, you didn't even know me. But you still sat on the other side of the stall and joked with me like we were best friends. One day, this kid cornered me with a group of his friends, calling me annoying, fat, and ugly. You only knew me as your best friends little brother. Yet you still came over and defended me. It's not only that you help me its that you are just absolutely amazing in every way. You're sweet, funny, and adorable. I love and I will always love you.

I hope you have a great life without me, and I hope, just maybe, you might love me too.

Love,

Samuel Winchester.

What has Gabriel done. He needs to find Dean. He ran downstairs and into the ballroom. "Heyyyyy! Where you been? You're missing you're own party!" Dean slurred. Perfect. "Hey I need Sam's address, or number," The older Novak said quickly. "It's uhhh, I don't know actually! I think it's on my phone!" Dean said giving him his phone. Gabriel took his phone and found the address. He typed it into his phones gps, and looked up to give Dean his phone back to find him and his little brother playing tonsil hockey. He pulled Dean away from his brother and a line of spit was shown as he broke up the make out session. "Ew. That's nasty. Here's your phone," Gabe said as he handed Dean his phone and ran out the mansion.

He didn't stop running. He followed the directions from his phone and made to Sam's apartment after two hours. He knocked on his door. It opened making Gabriel sigh with relief. Sam looked at him confused and barefoot. Gabriel's clothes were drenched with sweat and he was panting for air.

"Gabriel what are you doing here?" Sam asked his voice coming off deep as if he just woke up. "I just" *pant* "I just needed to" *gasp for air* "I need to" *gasp again and bend over* "Holy Shit" *cough* "I think I taste blood" *cough* "I need to work out more" *weeze* "I just ran for" *pant* "two hours."

"Gabe oh my god! Are you okay? Do you need a drink? Here come inside are you crazy," Sam picked Gabriel up bridal style, and set him down on his small couch. He went to the kitchen to fetch a water bottle. "It's a nice" *pant* "Place you got here." Sam walked over to Gabriel and gave him a water bottle. He downed it in one sip. "Woo! That's better," he joked, his voice hoarse. "Sam, I needed. I needed to tell you something. It was important," the shorter man stumbled out, a bit exhausted from his run. "Is that why you ran all the way here? What was so important that you needed to run?" Sam asked concern in his eyes.

Gabriel saw a slight puffiness, and it gave him strength to say what he needed to say. "I needed you to know that I love you too," Gabriel said breathily. Sam looked at him in disbelief. "I saw that dorky letter you wrote me Sam," he teased as Sam groaned from embarrassment. He got closer to Sammy, and whispered "I know you love me." He pulled Sam on the couch and crawled on top of him.

"I know I'm sweaty and gross but I'm going to show that I love you, the only way that I know how to," he muttered tiredly in his ear. "I know why I made you laugh in the bathroom. It was because I couldn't stand to see someone so adorable cry," he whispered as he buried his face into Sam's neck. He gave him light kisses that made the giant shiver. "I know why I defended you in hallway that one day," he whispered slowly taking off his jacket and shirt. Sam looked in awe at his crushes body glimmering with sweat.

He gulped, trying not to get turned on. "You want to know what I love about you?" He asked before kissing his neck and starting to suck at it. He bit down lightly and made Sam moan. "Well first of all, I love that noise you just made," Gabriel said pushing Sam's plaid shirt revealing the right black shirt he had on. It revealed all his muscles. "I love this new body you have, cause damn," Gabriel teased, as he admired his body in that shirt before peeling it off.

"I loved how sweet and innocent you were in high school," he said, and then gave Sam's shoulder a love bite, kissing it after. "I love how smart you are," he whispered and leaned up and started nibbling his ear. "You know all those sex facts got me so turned on. I wanted to bounce you on the spot," Gabriel whispered seductively in Sam's ear making him moan again. He could feel them both growing erections. "I didn't though, jump you I mean," Gabriel said with a smirk on his face. "I loved how cute you were when you just kept babbling on and on and on," He said and after each on, he would grind there erections together, making Sam groan loudly.

He gave pepper kisses down Sam's stomach. He stopped at his jeans as he slowly unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down. He pulled Sam's pants down, getting off the couch as he pulled his jeans off his new lover. He got on his knees and just breathed on Sam's erection threw his boxers making him throw his head in sexual tension. "You want to know what I love most about you?" He said he unbuckled his own belt painfully slow. He leaned up and made sure the cold metal touched his skin as he whispered in his ear, "I love that you still love me, after 11 years."

That was Sam's breaking point. He grabbed Gabriel's face and kissed him passionately and hungrily. He flipped Gabriel as he slid the belt off and threw across the room. He leaned down and kissed his neck making love bites all over it. "Woah so possessive, Sammy, I like it," Gabriel teased, as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

"You know loving you was a pain in the ass," Sam started he slid a hand down Gabriel's pants, making him moan in surprise. "I had to deal with how much of a tease you are," Sam said huskily touching him and making Gabriel moan at the touch. He removed his hands from Gabes pants and picked him up. He stood up and Gabriel wrapped his legs around him. Sam slammed him into the wall and kissed his lips hungrily, wanting to do this for so long.

"I dated people you know," Sam started again as he started to nibble his ear. "Girls mostly. I couldn't date guys. I tried once but ended up screaming your name which apparently isn't a turn on to most people," he muttered darkly into Gabes ear and grabbed his ass. Gabe moaned loudly, giving Sam the opportunity to shove his tongue in his mouth. Sam, of course, won dominance and explored every inch of his mouth.

He pushed off the wall and grabbed Gabes ass again as he walked down the hall to his bedroom. Meanwhile, Gabe was giving Sam another love bite. Sam opened the door and closed it with his foot. He dropped Gabriel on his mattress and turned around and locked the door. "We wouldn't want any interruptions, know would we?" Sam asked giving Gabriel the same look a prey giving a predator. "As great as those pants look on your ass the need to come off," Sam growled upzipping his lover's pants, and taking off his shoes and his socks.

He slowly pulled down his pants, and after that is was all moans and yelling of each other's name.

They didn't leave that apartment for a week. Surviving on delivery food, and just doing it all over the place. It was crazy. There was literally no place in the apartment where they did not have sex. Honestly, I'm surprised the neighbors didn't complain. Castiel and Dean started to worry about the two so they visited Sam's apartment in the middle of the week. Needless to say when Gabriel opened the door in nothing but a towel, they got the message. Seeing delivery food all over the place, and the smell of sex wafting from the apartment made them leave immediately.

It's funny though, just when Sam's arm was starting to heal after a month, Gabriel "accidentally" broke his boyfriends other hand.

Sam never really did get back to work, so he worked as with the technology stuff (I don't know what it's called... Sorry). at the station, which meant more time with Gabriel.

The only people who really didn't get lucky was Sam's neighbors...

A/N: Hey so sorry for cutting that scene of before the smut, I just wasn't sure if I wanted to write it. I could but I don't know. If you guys want smut, comment and tell me. Yay or nay? Okay I hope y'all had an awesome Valentine's Day. Sorry no one shot for Valentine's, I just think it's a pointless holiday.... I mean we don't even get off of school! That's a lot of bull. Anyways, I hope you had a great Valentine's and Friday the 13th! Also can we just take a moment to recognize how awesome it is that Friday the 13th came before Valentine's? This is a rare thing. I hope you enjoyed it my Moosen! Have awesome weeks BOBOS!!