Fall Back {A Sabriel Fanfic}

Chapter 21

To say that Sam is miserable would be an understatement. Not that Gabriel is doing any better.

Gabe stares at a blank canvas, having no want to even be in his art room. He hates that Sam has this control over him, especially on this part of his life.

Sam on the other hand, clicks on the same contact name he has been for a week, getting the voicemail as usual. But at the very least, he gets to hear the older mans voice. With a sigh, he clicks on his brothers name instead this time.

"Sammy," Dean answers, shuffling in the background. "Uh..Hey Dean. Bad time?"

"Very good time," he practically smirks through the phone, obviously not talking about his brothers timing. "Call me," he whispers as a chick exits his room.

Even with just a hook up, Sam feels jealousy flare in him because his brother actually has, or can have, someone. "So you need somethin'?"

"Nope–no. Just thought I'd check in.."

"Well things are awesome here," Dean gloats with a small chuckle. "Hey..what if I come and stay for a couple days? I mean you have a new place that I haven't seen and–"

"Are you forgetting that you attend Stanford freaking University during the week?"

"Come on Dean, I'm way ahead. Like way ahead." Since the breakup, he's had nothing but free time. Alone time. Which he hates more than anything when he knows that that time could be spent with Gabe. To stop his wandering thoughts, homework was done non-stop.

"Um," Dean roles to the other side of his bed, flipping his alarm clock around, "I could be there by...like eleven pm tomorrow."

"No, it's fine. I'll just take a bus or train."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'll text you when I'm in town and you can come pick me up."

"Alright. C'ya tomorrow."

Sam drops his phone onto the mattress, it bouncing slightly. He falls back, a sigh of relief slipping out.

The teen has isolated himself from the rest of the world, besides class. When Kevin sits, ready to talk, Sam only ignores him. When someone knocks on the door, he lets the person think no ones home. He shreds the party invitations and  let's his phone go to voicemail.

After packing the little he needs, he heads for the coffee shop, hoping to gain some energy before heading to the train station. Sam scans the hours posted on the door because no one is inside from what he can see. With a shrug, he pushes the door open and the tiny bell on the handle rings.

The Winchesters feet stop in front of the counter and he searches the menu on the wall for the highest caffeinated beverage they serve. Foot steps approach, who he assumes is a worker, the tracks stall rather far from him, causing him to avert his eyes from the menu and to the right.

Sam's breath hitches, eyes desperately trying to read Gabriels expression. Both frozen in place for a good thirty seconds. "Randy! You have a customer!" The older guy finally shouts, voice blunt as he avoids any kind of eye contact with Sam, slipping off his apron.

"Can't you take their order?!"

"Sorry, my shift ended twelve minutes ago. All yours."

Once again the bell jingles as the glass door opens and closes behind the honey eyed man, the eyes Sam misses so damn much.

"May I help you?"

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"Damnit Sam! You said you'd call once you got to town!" Dean exclaims, pulling his younger brother into a hug. "I know. I know," he smiles, excepting the warm embrace, something he hasn't received since Gabriel, "Just thought I'd surprise you." He pulls out of the hug, spinning in a slow circle, "So this is your place?"

"Nah, some bastard is letting me live here. Yes it's my place!"

"Smart ass, give me a tour."

The house is fairly big, specially for one person but nice never the less.

"And lastly, the dining room."

"It's nice," Sam nods, burying bis hands into his pockets, "Why are there three plates out?"

"I just thought you'd bring your friend again–boyfriend.." Dean cringes at his own mistake, fearing Sam might take it the wrong way. "No. We uh–he–well I–"

"Oh," the older Winchester mumbles, "You sounded happy with him.."

"I was," Sam smiles sadly, "I miss him. A lot."

"How 'bout a couple beers, huh?"

"Yeah..okay."