It was third period before anything eventful happened in Sam's day. It had been just the simple tingle in his spine, warning him subconsciously that something bad was coming. He had ignored it though, staring at his iPod in his hands, when a large hand slapped it out of his grip, making him flinch as he heard the screen shatter.

"Hey, Winchester. Where's your bitch of a girlfriend?" He heard Uriel hiss before he slowly looked up, coming face-to-face with the man. Although Sam was tall, he was still in his awkward growing stage, so he was a few inches shorter than the burly senior.

"What girlfriend?" Sam asked before he could stop himself. Usually, he would remain silent, take a slight beating - usually involving being slammed into the lockers a couple times - until they got bored and left. Uriel, along with the two of his lackeys standing behind him, seemed to grin at finally getting a reaction out of him.

"That redheaded dyke you're always around. We need to....discuss something with her." Uriel answered, the way he spoke making Sam's skin crawl and blood boil. How dare they talk of Charlie like that?

"She's not here, and even if she was, I wouldn't tell you." Sam growled, turning to walk away. He felt a strong paw-like hand grab his shoulder before he was slammed into the locker, his head resonating from the sound.

"Are you getting an attitude with me, Winchester?" Uriel snarled, his breath making Sam cringe. He turned his head away, only to come face-to face with one of Uriel's lackeys. Looking to the other side, he realized he was surrounded.

But he was already pissed so why not? "You're not my mother, so I can get an attitude if I want." Sam spat, his eyes narrowed. Uriel only smirked, his hand snatching the slightly shorter teen around the neck and cutting off most of his airway.

"No, I'm not your mother. If I was, I'd be dead partying in Hell 'cause that's where she belonged." Uriel replied, as casual as a butterfly on a flower, or a fly on a dead rotting carcass. Sam preferred the latter.

Sam took a deep breath - or as deep of a breath as he could with Uriel choking him - trying to keep his cool. Now would not be the best time to lose his temper, especially when he was already in trouble. "I guess you'll see her there then." Sam choked out as casually as possible in his circumstance, though the statement made his heart sting. Uriel and his gang exchanged a glance, obviously surprised by the response, but it quickly vanished as Uriel grinned deviously.

"Just imagine what I'll-" Uriel got cut off as a hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned, seeing a tall teen standing there, a calm demeanor on his face. Sam shivered, not wanting to know what might happen

"Uriel, the office wanted to see you." The teen said, his voice soft, but firm, carrying an edge of hardness that matched the boy's size. He wasn't just tall, but muscular as well.

Uriel scoffed, turning his head to glance back at Sam with annoyance. "We'll finish this discussion later Winchester." The burly teen growled before shrugging off the teen's hand and heading down the hall, his lackeys trailing behind.

Sam watched them until they were out of sight then turned to his savior. "Thanks." He said gratefully, looking at the blond-haired, amber-eyed teen. The boy flashed him a smiled, shaking his head.

"Not a problem. I hate Uriel anyways." He replied with a shrug. Sam smiled as well, studying the boy closely. He seemed familiar somehow, and then it clicked.

"You're Mike Cambell, the quarter back for the football team." Sam blurted out, blushing slightly at his outburst. Mike only nodded, smiling.

"And you're Sam Winchester, brother of the infamous Dean." Mike replied. Sam nodded, letting a slight huff at the mention of his brother's fame.

"That's the one." Sam replied, rolling his eyes. Mike only chuckled, only to look up as the bell rang.

"Well, better get to class. I'll see you later Sam." Mike said, waving his hand in goodbye before walking away. Sam watched him go, then headed to his own class.

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The last bell had rang just as Sam entered the door to his fourth period, Biology. The teacher gave him a dirty look for almost being late, but didn't say anything as Sam slid into his desk towards the back, getting out his notebook for the day.

A knock at the door had the teacher scowling. "Come in" She said sharply her accent slurring slightly, frustrated at her class being interrupted. The door opened, and Gabriel sauntered in confidently, holding a piece of paper.

"Hello, Mrs. Rowena." Gabriel said with a smile, making the teacher look over him distrustfully as he held out the paper to her. "You probably know that I'm supposed to switch from Mrs. Tran's class to this one because of....difficulties."

Mrs. Rowena sighed and nodded, taking the paper and looking it over. "I see, yes, yes, take a seat. Any empty desk is fine." She said with a dismissing wave of her hand. Gabriel grinned, and Sam felt a sinking feeling as he swaggered over to the seat behind Sam.

"Hey-ya, moose." Gabriel whispered as he sat in the desk, letting his things dropped to the ground beside him. Sam rubbed his hand over his face, forcing himself not to let out a groan. He was never going to get anything done in this class now.

"As we had discussed yesterday, we are going to be doing a project on how vines find their spines. As you know, I have finally got the plants to a decent growth age, and you will be using different objects on the plants to see how they react with touch. Yes, this will be a lot of work, and yes, you will have to stay after school and bring different materials to try, so I will give you a partner to help you with the work." Mrs. Rowena explained, pulling a sheet up on the desk and beginning to write names down. "I will name off you all two at a time."

A collective groan came from the class as they realized that they would not be able to choose their partners. Sam secretly sighed in relief as that meant he wouldn't have to be partners with whoever else didn't get picked. He even forgot that Gabriel was there as the boy was being extremely quiet.

"Pansy, Amy. Lavender, Meg. Jack, Christopher. Sam, Blake-" The teacher began listing off, stopping as she saw a hand raised. She let out a sigh, running her hand through her red hair. "Yes, Gabriel?"

"Can Sam and I be partners? We already have detention together after school so it would be much easier." Gabriel asked, making Sam tense. The teacher looked from Gabriel to Sam and gave a reluctant nod, changing the names.

"Okay, then, Sam, Gabriel. Blake, you'll be with Adam instead. Sirius, you're with Remus..." Mrs. Rowena continued to list off the names until she had finished, giving everyone a last minute speech to be working on the project until the bell rang before she sat down.

Sam turned to Gabriel and gave him the deadliest glare he could muster the minute she did sit down. "What are you doing here Gabriel?" Sam asked, not bothering to greet the boy or anything.

"Mrs. Tran didn't really appreciate me 'accidentally' dying her mouth pink. I can't help I put the dye in the wrong bottle." Gabriel said with a shrug, though a smile was playing on his face. Sam was not amused.

"Why did you insist on partnering us together? Did you think I'd want to be stuck with you longer than I already have to?" Sam snapped, but he knew he went too far as he saw Gabriel's cockiness begin to crumble, his eyes getting darker.

"Sorry I didn't know anyone else." Gabriel snapped back, hurt lacing his voice. "I may not look it, but I don't have many friends because most people don't like me for me, just for my tricks."

At that, the trickster turned away from Sam, and refused to look at the Winchester, no matter what he did. Sam eventually gave up trying to get his attention and turned back around, resting his head on his arms until the bell rang.

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It was their last day of detention that was going to spent in the bathroom. After this coat of paint, the graffiti would be completely covered and they would have to return to the normal detention room with all the other hooligans. Sam found he would miss painting instead of just sitting.

It was quiet as they painted, as Gabriel refused to even acknowledge that Sam was there. He just ran his brush over the wall silently, a distant look in his eyes. Sam had stopped for a few seconds of break, watching the teen with a frown.

He decided to get Gabriel's attention the best way he knew how. He dipped his hand in the paint and made his way over, before sliding his palm along Gabriel's cheek and neck, covering his face in white paint.

The trickster froze and slowly turned his head to look at him with narrowed eyes. Sam grinned, and danced out of his range before the teen could hit him with the paint brush. A laugh escaped Sam's lips as he jumped over the paint bucket, letting out a yelp as he got tackled to the ground.

"No! Gabriel! Please!" Sam begged as Gabriel moved the paint brush close to Sam's face. Sam screwed his eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable, when he felt softness being pressed against his lips.

He found himself wrinkling his nose as he thought about all the paint that was being put on his mouth, and remained as still as he could so the paint wouldn't get in. Surprisingly, the brush was much softer and silkier than he imagined it would feel, but he then again, he never had a paint brush on his mouth before.

After a moment, the paint brush was removed, and Sam opened his eyes, glaring at Gabriel playfully as the trickster smirked at him. He went to wipe his mouth, but found paint on both hands, so he just stood, not able to say anything. He did give Gabriel the finger before painting though.

Gabriel came around a few minutes later with a rag and wiped it over Sam's lips carefully so he wouldn't get any paint in the teen's mouth. It was a moment of silence before he pulled the rag away, smears of paint all across it. He grinned.

"Now that you look less like a mime, let's get finished." Gabriel suggested, smirking as he through the rag onto the sink. Sam glanced in the mirror, still seeing smears of paint all of his mouth, but most of it was gone from his lips, allowing him to talk.

"Look, I'm sorry for earlier today, okay?" Sam said, his voice showing his honesty. Gabriel looked over at him, thinking for a minute, before he shrugged casually.

"You're forgiven." Gabriel said, his voice nonchalant, but Sam could see the smile that was beginning to cross the trickster's face. "Come on, we'll never get done at this rate."

"Alright, Gabriel." Sam said, reaching up, and covering up that beautiful picture for good.