Destiel/Sabriel Oneshots

Sabriel-Tell Me A Tale Of The Trickster's Fait

Summary: Sam and Gabriel used to be best friends. Key word, used to. When Sam started dating Jess, the popular girl, in middle school, Gabriel began to drift away, not being able to stand to see the boy he loved being all lovey-dovey with someone else. Fast forward into Highschool, and the tables have turned-Gabe became extremely popular, and was known as the school Trickster, while Sam became bullied. But one thing that hasn't changed was the way Gabriel felt for the moose.

Warning-Sam is a dense motherfucker and a hint of Ryden

Word count: 2k16

also I pray for America #imwithher

Gabe's POV:

"I miss my moose" I mope to no one in particular as I stare at the board of the oh so interesting history class, while the teacher drones on and on about something that has to do with someone that's probably dead. "So go talk to him, clear things up, make amends." My friend Brendon says from the seat next to mine. "You were the one who screwed it up, you were the one who drifted away, you gotta be the one to patch things up" he says. I sigh but don't argue, realizing he's right.

It's been three years. I really need to get my act together and apologize to the frickin guy. "Yeah, I guess so. Thanks, dude." I say. "Uh, yeah, no problem, also, d'you think that Ryan guy is single?" He asks in a whisper, pointing to the kid in front of us. I roll my eyes.

"That Ryan kid happens to have ears and can hear you" he says and Brendon's eyes widen to a conical size and I chuckle.

Idiot.

~magical time skip to the end of the day~

~btw I just noticed how many p! atd references I make lel I don't regret it~

~but seriously tho wouldn't Beebo and Gabriel make such good friends~

I look for Sam and spot him, walking out with Dean, his big brother. "Sam!" I yell and he turns around, his face showing no emotion when he sees me. I feel knots form in my stomach when I ask him if we can talk for a minute, and they get worse when he agrees.

"What is it, Gabriel?" He sighs out. "Listen, I'm gonna try and cut to the chase with this, okay?" I say and he nods, cocking his eyebrow. "I'm really really sorry" I say and he raises his eyebrows even more at me. "I was really stupid to drift away from you and I really really regret it. We used to be good friends and I maybe really miss you and maybe have been building up the courage to talk to you for the past 4 months..." I mumble out the last part, blushing.

"Is that it?" He asks, unimpressed. "Sam, I'm really really sorry. I feel like such a big fucking idiot leaving you like that and I wish I never have. I wanna make things right... Can we please try to be friends again?" I ask. He looks at me, and a mixture of emotions flashed through his eyes. "Let me think about it, okay?" He asks and I nod, grateful that he's at least gonna consider it.

I'm about to open my mouth to thank him but he's already gone, back to Dean as they walk away.

~wibbley wobbley timey-wimey skip to the next month~

After a few days, Sam had agreed to try to become my friend again, and slowly but surely, it was like those three years never happened. We rebonded over Doctor Who, Sherlock and Marvel, played pranks on the school and eachother, and generally goofed around. For the most part, I was able to ignore the fact that I was painfully in love with the best friend I was beginning to have again, but when he asked me if we could talk alone today after English something in me knew there was no way of avoiding it.