It Takes Two (Sabriel/Destiel/Michifer) (UNDER HEAVY EDITING)

Despite His Better Judgment

~Just to clear it up, when I say "perspective" I do not mean point of view. Because to me its not really the same thing, so when it says perspective its more on what"s going on on that persons side.~

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Tuesday, September 9th
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Gabriel woke to the sound if his alarm blaring in his ears.

6:30am

He groaned and rolled his eyes. He thought about how it should be a sin to be awake before the sun even rises. With a sigh, Gabriel stood to is feet and a shiver crept down his spine from the hardwood floor but he simply ignored it.

He took a shower, got dressed, combed his hair and went downstairs for breakfast. Since it was his first day at this school, Gabe actually put in a bit of effort into his outfit, sporting a black flannel and ripped white jeans with his favorite red Vans. 

When he reached the bottom of the stairs his brother, Castiel, was first to greet him.

"Hello Gabriel, sleep well?" Castiel sighed, almost sarcastically. He was wearing a white t shirt with a tie and that was more than enough to make Gabe laugh for the first time that day.

"As always," Gabriel sighed. His eggs were already made for him, which was considered to him a waste of time since he only ate candy anyway. He pulled out a lollipop and his mother, Becky, rolled her eyes at him. She handed Gabriel's plate to Castiel so he could eat it instead.

Eventually, the rest of his siblings and his father made it downstairs and they all ate together.

Gabriel got up, grabbed his books and  said his goodbyes. He began walking to school with Castiel. They were the only ones in the family that went to high school, the rest were either in college or out of the house.

~Meanwhile in Sam's life~

Sam woke up to the loud bang at his door. It was his brother Dean. Dean woke him up that way every morning.

Sam shot up at the remembrance that it was finally his first day back at school. He didn't like school it was just more fun than sitting at home listening to Dean complain all day, all summer.

Sam grabbled an apple, waved goodbye to his parents, Mary and John Winchester and headed to school with Dean in his Impala.

Sam was 15 but he bumped a grade up when he was in elementary. So he was already in 10th grade but even found that to be a bit easy for him. He was mute by choice. He found it hard for him to make contact and speak to other people without his anxiety taking over, it felt a little worse considering his brother was quite possibly one of the most famous people in high school.

His brother, Dean, was a senior who played football and couldn't wait to get out of high school and become a mechanic. He really thought high school was kind of a waste since he already had a job with his uncle Bobby but he hoped to co run it soon enough.

Once they arrived at school Sam placed everything he didn't need for his first 2 classes in his locker and headed to History class.

He looked for somewhere to sit, hopefully away from everyone. Sam even had what he called the "perfect seat" that was very specific. The perfect spot is the far left corner, preferably by a window, where no one else would be. It would be far from the air vent as he got cold extremely fast. Since all classrooms there are designed almost the same, he assumed there would be one  but the only spot left was in the back of the middle of the class next to some kid with golden hair, directly under the air vent.

It wasn't hard for Sam to admit that this boy was handsome. He was gorgeous. His hair, his eyes, the way he looked like he didn't care. Sam knew it had to be a new kid but that wouldn't make him any more eager to sit with him.