Sam had woken up early the next morning, unable to sleep any longer with the dread of going to detention that day. He had never got in trouble before, and it was an unnerving idea of spending two hours after school a day for three weeks.

The sun had finally risen, shining on his face before he got up, not wanting to hear Dean's complaints for having to get up so early to go to work. He would leave before his brother woke.

He took a quick shower, running his fingers through his hair when he got out to comb through it before tugging on a plaid shirt, a jacket, and his jeans. HE scowled at the messy strands of his molasses hair, but he couldn't do anything about it and snuck downstairs, grabbing a banana before leaving the house.

The door clicked softly shut behind him and he looked at the sky, wrinkling his nose. He usually didn't prefer to walk the twenty minutes it takes to get to the high school, but he decided to take it today, to get a bit of energy out of his system since he was going to be stuck in school for an extra two hours.

He didn't hear the feet pounding behind him until he felt a body crash into his, wrapping their arms tightly around Sam's shoulders. Sam let out a surprised yelp, stumbling forwards, but managing to remain on his feet.

"Hi-ya Moose!" He heard Gabriel say, making him tense. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing the shorter boy clutching onto him with a smile. He arched one eyebrow, a confused look crossing his features.

"Moose? Wait, what the hell are you doing on my back?" Sam asked, trying to shrug the teen off. He was left even more confused when Gabriel held on, refusing to fall off. "Where did you come from anyways?"

"I want a piggyback ride and besides, you're so tall, you're a moose." Gabriel said matter-of-factly, shifting his legs better around Sam's waist to get more comfortable. "And, I live right there."

Gabriel motioned to the right, and Sam glanced over, seeing a white home with a dark blue roof and shutters. He saw a figure in the window, only seeing a mop of black hair before they were gone. Sam shook his head, trying to get Gabriel off.

"I'm not your ride. Get off me." Sam snapped, his anger returning once his shock left him. He was still pissed at the teen for getting him detention, and no amount of adorableness was going to change that.

"Sammy" Gabriel whined, though he dropped from Sam's back. "Why are you so mean to me?"

Sam rolled his eyes and turned to face Gabriel, but was struck as he saw tears in Gabriel's eyes, the teen looking genuinely upset about being snapped at. Sam felt his resolve falter, just a little bit.

"You got me in trouble. I don't even know you, and you are acting like we're best friends. It's creepy, dude." Sam huffed, turning to keep walking. He heard a soft growl behind him before Gabriel grabbed his arm, turning him around with surprising strength.

"Don't test me Winchester." Gabriel growled, his eyes hardening. Sam stared without saying anything, unable to comprehend the sudden mood change.

"What will you do?" Sam finally asked, activating his bitch face. Gabriel grinned, taking a step back before walking around the taller teen. The Winchester felt his skin crawl at the absolute mischief in his eyes.

"Wait and see." Gabriel said in a sing song voice before skipping ahead. Sam could only watch him leave with a slightly tipped head, furrowing his eyebrows.

What the hell was going on?

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School was terribly boring. Usually, Sam would enjoy himself, but he felt....jumpy, like he was just waiting for something to happen, but it just wouldn't. It was third period, and he glanced back and forth before opening his locker, hoping to just get through the day.

He was greeted by at least a hundred ping pong balls falling out of his locker, bouncing and causing a clatter that had everyone near by looking. He turned bright red at the attention and looked at the balls, seeing writing scrawled across each and every one of them.

He stooped, picking one up and turning the ball over in his hand, reading what it said. 'Game on, Moose.' was scrawled in messy but readable writing along the white surface of the ball, making Sam scowl when he realized he had been pranked by Gabriel. He heard someone snicker behind him and shot whoever it was a glare, before coming face-to-face with his best friend Charlie.

"How did you manage to piss of the trickster?" Charlie asked with a grin threatening to split her face. Sam rolled his eyes, slamming the locker shut after getting his things and poking the ping pong ball in his pocket.

"I snapped at him for getting me detention. I guess this is his form of revenge." Sam said with a huff, starting to walk towards his class. Charlie let out a laugh, making him pause in his steps and look back at her.

"So, I guess that's why that sign is on your back." Charlie pointed out, pulling a piece of paper off Sam's back. Sam grabbed it, looking at the words and groaning. 'The Trickster's Property. Do Not Touch The Pet Moose.'

"Are you kidding me? How long was that on there? The only time he was ever near me is when he jumped on my back this morn-" Sam stopped, growling and raking his fingers through his hair in frustration. "That jerk!"

Charlie giggled, patting her friend on the back. "Ah, young love." She commented, making Sam freeze and look at her with murderous eyes.

"Charlie, I swear. If you start pulling me into your perverted fantasies...."

Charlie shook her head wildly, mock innocence feigning her face. "I would never, my dear Sam! I only thought that if you didn't hate him so much, you guys would be..." She trailed off, wriggling her eyebrows in such a way that Sam rolled his eyes for the billionth time today.

"What ever Bradbury. Believe what you will, but I will never like that trickster." Sam growled before beginning to walk again, heading to his next class.

Charlie only followed with a knowing smile.

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Sam clenched and unclenched his fist several times as he walked to the detention room, fighting the urge to kill the trickster the minute he saw him. Since third period, he had a) lost his shoe to Gabriel - he got it back after climbing up a tree - b) found out his sandwich had been dyed red - how the hell Gabriel got into his lunch box was a mystery - and c) got slammed into a locker by Uriel and his gang. Okay, that last one wasn't Gabriel's fault, but it still put him in a bad with no one else but the teen to take it out on.

Sam was the first of the two to reach the room, and sat at the very front, not wanting to meet the detention teacher, Mrs. Trevor, eyes. She was very bird-like, with a hooked nose and beady eyes, and it unnerved Sam to maintain eye contact for very long.

It took Gabriel an extra five minutes to get there, swaggering over to his seat confidently. He even offered Mrs. Trevor a polite hello, as if he were talking to an old friend rather than the detention supervisor. When he took his seat, she sighed, her tone clipped and harsh as she spoke.

"Since you both will be in detention for the next three weeks, the principal has suggested that you not just sit here in that time period. So, for your first assignment, you will paint over the graffiti in the bathroom that caused you to end up here. You will apply the first coat today and we'll go from there." She said, motioning towards the door. "If you'll come with me, I've already asked the janitor to bring the cans of paint in the bathroom."

Sam groaned, but it fell on deaf ears as she motioned them out the door hastily, as if getting rid of them was the only thing on her mind. Once they were out the door, she walked ahead of them, only glancing back periodically to make sure they were still behind her until they reached the bathroom. Sam refused to looked at Gabriel until then.

"I'll leave you to do your work. I'm sure you won't need my help with figuring it out as both of you seem very....familiar with paint. Come back to my room when you finish." She huffed and then she was gone. Sam glanced towards Gabriel for only a second, his eyes meeting the trickster's before he growled, his anger returning as he stomped into the bathroom, staring at the cans of white paint on the ground with distaste.

"Did you like my present I gave you?" Gabriel asked cheekily as he followed the taller teen in. Sam shot him a glare before grabbing the lid opener and working his anger out on popping the lid off.

"Which one? The ping pong balls? The red sandwich? The shoe? Or maybe even the sign on my back" Sam snapped, subconsciously rubbing at his elbow where it had hit the locker after Uriel shoved him into it. Gabriel walked up behind him, leaning over the crouching Sam and grabbing the paint can from his hands. Sam tried not to think of what Charlie said when he felt the teen's presence so close to his own.

"Aw, looks like you didn't run into my favorite one then." Gabriel said with an air of disappointment. Sam growled, turning away and ignoring the trickster. If he got out of one of the pranks, then he sure wasn't going to complain.

It fell silent after that, both of them concentrating on painting over the graffiti that Gabriel had made. Sam lifted up the brush, about to start painting, when he stopped, allowing the fingers of his free hand to brush over the design like he had wanted to yesterday, tracing along the bottom half of the picture.

It was when he felt Gabriel's eyes on his back that he swiped over it with a brush, feeling an almost physical burn in his chest at ruining such an amazing image. He sighed and continued painting, periodically glancing up to see the undisturbed part with a little bit of sadness crossing over his features.

Sam frowned when he realized how silent it actually was and glanced around, seeing Gabriel deep in thought, staring at the painting as well. He tipped his head, setting down his brush and walking over, waving his hand in front of Gabriel's face to get his attention.

"Hey, Gabe?" Sam called, not realizing he had shortened Gabriel's name. The trickster seemed to snap out of whatever daydream he was in and looked at Sam, arching one eyebrow.

"I though you hated me, and now you're giving me nicknames? Make up your mind, moose." Gabriel commented, grinning cheekily at the are-you-serious look that Sam gave him. He began whistling to himself as he painted over the drawing, not seeming bothered by the fact that he was destroying something so amazing.

"I don't hate you." Sam admitted, and he heard the whistling stop. "I'm just angry that I have to stay after school for something I didn't do."

Gabriel let out a soft chuckle. "How about I give you something as an apology? That way it's not detention. It can be 'a strange job for a strange payment' sort of deal." Gabriel offered, grinning from ear to ear when Sam looked at him.

The taller Winchester could help but smile at the cheekiness of the boy. "Alright." He said after a moment, shaking his head and painting over the picture, reaching up and getting the higher parts so Gabriel didn't have to strain himself to reach that high. He heard the teen mutter something about him being a moose, and he rolled his eyes once again.

He didn't really mind though.