Supernatural High [Destiel and Sabriel High School AU]

Chapter 13

            Sam was happy for Dean and Cas. Even though he knew his brother would deny it for as long as he could, Dean did feel something for that nerdy angel. In fact, Sam could venture a guess that he hadn’t been happier since coming to Supernatural High. He had a best friend, a handsome angel that was a bit more than just a friend, and his brother finally had someone to make him happy. Things were going incredibly well, and Sam couldn’t really complain.

            There was really only one thing that could have been better: his relationship with Gabriel and Dean’s acceptance of it. Sam had stopped trying to convince himself that he wasn’t attracted to the archangel. Every time he tried to force himself to think so, he was proven wrong by the angel himself. Whenever Sam had thoughts about whether or not he really loved Gabriel, the angel always found ways to make the doubts disappear. Odds were, Gabriel was scanning his thoughts almost every second of the day, but Sam was strangely okay with that. In a way, it was a bit comforting to know that someone cared so much.

            Sam continued to meet Gabriel in the bathroom every day during lunch. He would make up some lie for Dean - he would say that he and Adam were going to the library to read up on some lore, or that they had a paper that was due that they needed to work on. Dean never really questioned this; he just figured Sammy was being a nerd, as always. Adam, on the other hand, did ask a few questions. He would casually ask why Sam had to go to the bathroom so much, and if he had an issue with his digestive system. Sam would always find ways to get around the question. He didn’t want Adam to know that he was “seeing” Gabriel. Sam didn’t know how Adam felt about that sort of thing, and didn’t know how he would react. He didn’t want to lose a friend just because he was having a little fun with an angel.

            However, Sam still struggled to accept the fact that he was . . . involved with another man. Even if it was an angel, who was technically a celestial being with no definitive gender.

            About two weeks after Dean “proposed” to Cas (as Sam called it behind his brother’s back), Sam realized that Homecoming was only two weeks away. He heard some of the girls chatting about it in the hall, and it had been on his mind for a while. He knew that Adam wanted to go, and Sam found himself wanting to as well. Not with Adam, of course, but just by himself. He thought that it would be a fun night, and a good experience.

            One afternoon in the bathroom, after Gabriel and Sam had finished their . . . activities, Sam brought up the topic. “Hey . . . Gabriel?”

            “Yeah, bucko?” the archangel asked. He stood in front of one of the mirror, fixing his mussed hair. The first few buttons on his white shirt were also undone thanks to Sam’s eager hands.

            “Um . . . are you going to Homecoming this year?” Sam asked, unable to keep the “awkward tone” out of his voice. He sounded like a frightened boy from Middle School trying to ask a girl out for the first time.

            Gabriel paused, his hands frozen in midair. He slowly lowered them and glanced slyly over at this human friend. “Is that an invitation?”

            Sam fumbled with his fingers. “Not exactly – you know we can’t go together; Dean would throw a fit. But, we might be able to . . . meet there.”

            The archangel frowned slightly at the mention of Dean. The older Winchester always had ways of ruining Gabriel’s fun it seemed. Then, after a few seconds of deliberation, he nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He gave Sam a rather sheepish smile. “Wanna meet up here?”

            Sam smiled furtively and nodded. “Absolutely.”

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