Firsts

◇ Trying... But Probably Failing

Don't y'all worry about this one. Destiel with mentions of Sabriel, which brings me to my point. The next one I post after this will be the Sabriel half. So don't stress if some things are left unanswered when I end it.

Sam had always hated the thought of pulling out hair, but he was really starting to consider it. His brother was driving him absolutely crazy! Him and Cas's staring and eye sex and avoidance and EVERYTHING was making him eye the wall with a crazy glint.

He had to put a stop to it. But he needed help. Charlie could help. She was sneaky enough to. Gabe definitely could, but things there were complicated to say the least.
It wasn't his fault he fell for that bumbling and oblivious idiot of an archangel! It also wasn't his fault that he wasn't going to initiate anything. If Gabe wanted - and that was a giant huge magnificently large gargantuan IF - it to happen, he'd have to be the one to grow a pair and do something. Preferably him.

SAM THIS IS A DESTIEL THING AND YOU HAVE ONE JOB.

He got on his phone and texted Charlie.

Sammmykinberrymoosehead: Charlie, how soon can you get to the bunker?

Char-CharTheGreat: idk Sammy wat 4??

Sammmykinberrymoosehead: I'm finally cracking. Destiel is going to become a canon ship in the next few days or you're going to have to witness the lunacy of a broken fanboy.

Char-CharTheGreat: lolz I can B there l8r 2day any ideas so far???

Sammmykinberrymoosehead: A few.

Char-CharTheGreat: Try sum B4 I get there

Sam sent back a thumbs up. He'd had to learn how to read Charlie's texts, since they were so popular teenage like. It wasn't easy, but it was doable.

He decided to put his plans into action.

···°··· TIME SKIP OF DESTINY ···°···

The three of them sat at a diner. No one else was inside. That gave Sam the perfect opportunity to put Plan FOB into action. Yes, he uses bands instead of letters. It's not weird.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," he murmured to Dean, who was sitting to his left in the booth.

The older brother was too busy eye sexing with Cas to reply, but he gave a slight wave of his hand, dismissing the moose.

Sam inwardly groaned. He stood and quickly made his way to the counter where their waitress - Neveah, he thought - was busy making a rootbeer float.

"Excuse me," he whispered, glancing over his shoulder. "Can you make up some excuse and only deliver one rootbeer float?"

The blonde giggled and winked. "For a third wheel brother that's finally cracking, I'll do it, hunny."

He quirked a brow. "How'd you know?"

Her eyes flickered with grace for a moment and two blue jay feathers appeared on the marble. "Give one to Cas when it happens. He'll know why I gave it to him." She leaned forward and made a neon purple sharpie appear. "This is number. If this plan doesn't work, I'm here to help."

Sam stared down at it, blinking. "I will. Thanks." He glanced at the feathers. "What about the other one?"

Neveah grinned. "That one's for Gabe."

Confusion and a small twinge of hope washed over him and he opened his mouth to speak, but the angel he was talking to was disappearing into the kitchen before he could.

In front of him was a small paper. P.S. Don't mention me to my brothers or yours.

Frowing, he pocketed the slip and went back to the booth, making sure to hide the feathers delicately in his coat. Again, he was ignored.