Crazy Stupid Love//Destiel//Sabriel

Chapter One: Day One

About A Month Later
Sam's POV

I wake up to Dean screaming, "Sammy, it's time to get up for school." I sigh rolling over, I fall out of my bed. I quickly compose myself, I brush myself off and walk over to my closet.
I pause and look in the mirror on the closet door, I look like shit. I look like I haven't slept in months, and I haven't really. I probably get two or three hours a night, at most and it's starting to take a toll on me. I have the same nightmare every single night, it's always the same exact thing, loosing Jess.
I grab a red flannel and a pair of black jeans off the floor. I carefully pull on a black undershirt and then a dark blue button up flannel over top of it. I grab my red messenger bag, that I use as a book bag from beside my bedroom door, I quickly and carefully sling it across my left shoulder.
"Dean, I'm ready to go. Where are you?" I shout.
"In the bathroom." Dean sighs loudly. "Are you sure you're ready to be back in the swing of things?" 
"Yes Dean, I'm fine. Besides, if I miss anymore school it's going to be bad, I'm pumped to meet the teachers and actually see the classrooms. Thank you for bringing my all my work home." I say like I've rehearsed it, with emotion. Maybe I'll get over Jess faster if I have an actual distraction.
"No big deal, can't have you failing school can we, nerd."
"Without me you would've already failed all your classes, now be quiet Dean."
Dean comes out clean shaven. "Let's go, since your rushing! You sure you're all better?"
"Yeah, I'm sure Dean I'll text you if there's any problems. I know I can make it through today, it'll be hard without Jess but I'm sure I can manage."
"You miss her don't you?"
"All the time Dean, you have no idea."
"You're right I don't, but I miss her too, the little dinners we used to go out on, I miss the way you were." He's sorrowful, he looks down sadly.
"Yeah, me to." I look down as well. "Anyways, we should go. Maybe it'll help if I distract myself with school work." I walk out the door. "I'm trying Dean, it's just so hard."
"Yeah, I understand. You need to heal."
"I should've known I was almost always with her! I should've tried harder!"
"Sam, don't beat yourself up."
"Yeah, I shouldn't be so hard on myself." Even if I do deserve it, I didn't stop her. I should've stopped her! I need to get over it, I need to work my way through it.  
I crawl into the front passenger seat, my book bag awkwardly at my feet.
Dean parks in the school parking lot, putting his parking pass up so the entire school to see. I smile a little. "I'm going to go find my first class. It's English so it'll be alright, I guess," I say quietly.
"Yeah, have fun you genius," Dean retorts.
"I'm not that intelligent." I sigh.
"Whatever."
I shrug, flipping Dean off, I quickly turn and walk off in the direction of the school.
I look around the school for a couple minutes before finding my class, I slide in. The teacher is at the front of the room at her desk sipping coffee from a pale blue mug.
I stand in front if her, "Excuse me, Mrs. Grey. I'm Sam Winchester and I was wondering if we have assigned seats." I push my glasses up.
She looks up, "Sam, no there isn't any assigned seats. Do you have the work I sent home with your brother?"
"Yeah, it's in my binder." I set my stuff down and dug through my black binder before finding the essay I had to write. I hand her the assignment.
Several classes go by in a sleep deprived, drug induced boring blur. Before I know it I'm in creative writing. It's about ten minutes into the class before it starts to get interesting, and pretty quickly too, a boy, who would be shorter then myself, barges in with a sucker in his mouth. The white stick, sticking out between his light pink lips, a slight smile playing across his thin lips.
The teacher shouts, "Let me guess you don't have a pass, Gabriel." He shakes his head, his honey brown hair going all over the place. "Well, what's your exuse this time."
Gabriel smiles, "Sorry, Mrs. Wolf, I was in the restroom."
"Fine, sit down and get that sucker out of your mouth!" He sighs and dramatically rolls his eyes, reluctantly taking a wrapper out of his mouth and placing the sucker in there. "How many times do I have to tell you, no candy in my classroom!"
He walks over to my area, shit am I in the seat he always sits in? He says, "I'm sitting here, there's an open seat, beside you." I nod, "Uhh, you're new here. I'm Gabriel, you are?" He smirks, probably a wear that I was listening to the teacher.
"It's Sam," I say annoyance sounds in my voice. I didn't catch what the teacher just said. I roll my eyes at Gabriel.
"You've been on the attendance for like a month, why haven't you been in school, did you skip?" He's clearly interested in my life.
"No, I was sick. I still did all my work my brother brought it home for me, just fucking shut up." I sigh.
"Fine, not every day someone interesting walks into your class and into your life." He sighs dramatically casually checking me out.
"Later I'm trying to listen to Mrs. Wolf." I hiss. She said something about writing poetry. I've got this.
'I wish I could
Hold you in my arms
Right now
They were right
Those were the days
I would remember
That blade and the blood
Your pale blonde hair
Knotted with your own blood
Baby I'm sorry
I wasn't good enough
I want to go back
I couldn't save you
I should've tried harder
I loved you
I miss you
I wish you were older
I wish it didn't have
To be this way
I'd die a thousand times
For it to have been me
Instead
I guess sixteen
Is the best it'll ever be'
I write about the only feeling that I still know and fully understand, regret as well as shame. Of course, much like everything else it's about Jess. Mrs. Wolf has us share our writings out loud, Gabriel goes before me it's basically the same as mine, it simply can't be. I read mine out loud, I start to cry a little less then halfway through the piece, even the slightest thought of her brings tears to my eyes. Mrs. Wolf looks at me then Gabe before looking back at me again, a look of pre shock and slight controlled horror plays on her face, it's there in a moment before going back to her normal look, devoid of all emotions; shit, she noticed the similarities as well I mean it wasn't that hard to notice it was pretty obvious.
"Gabriel Novak and Sam Winchester, come to my desk now!" Her voice booms across the room. I timidly walk up to the desk, I stand there beside Gabriel.
"Yes, ma'am, what did I do?" I ask in a low soft voice.
"As you two could tell, your two pieces we're almost the same. So each of you tell me what it was about?"
"It was about my girlriend Jess who killed herself last May!" I stutter, crying.
Gabriel says practically emotionless, "My brother who tried to kill the other one a few years ago." He says shrugging his shoulders.
"I rewrote a variant of the poem I read at her funeral. I write about her a lot she was and still is my biggest inspiration, my only muse." I fight back more tears, I won't cry; not in front of the entire class, I can feel their eyes staring a hole through my back. Kids always eat up drama, as long as they're not directly involved they love it.
Mrs. Wolf says, "Gabriel, a week's worth of detention. Plagirism is against the law."
"I didn't copy, word for word," he complains. He admitted that he copied from me, I narrow my eyes at him.
"I'll see you after school and Gabriel, no candy!"
I grab my stuff before the bell rings and walk to my last class of the day. It's History so it's a good subject, and it's a CCP so I won't have a lot of work, seeing I already finished the essay.

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The italicized is the poem Sam wrote, which is kinda my intellectual property.