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Sam left for school very early the next morning.
It wasn't a conscious decision, or made for any particular reason or circumstance. He simply awoke before Dean did and walked himself from the barred motel gate to the school building, almost as if he was enthusiastic about the day ahead, running on autopilot.
And though that was entirely untrue and he still loathed the entire premises, that move played in his favour as he arrived in homeroom before anyone else could. With the room to himself, Sam sat with his feet up on the desk, copying a drawing of Batman from one of the comics onto the front of his notebook.

Since last night when he recieved the gift, his hands had been occupied with them, and he'd virtually already filtered through the entire series already.

It was just so good, the pages so well kempt, the story so riveting- not to mention the fact that with every overleaf there was a little waft of the Novak's cottage. It was almost a shame that he had ended up with them, because God knew he would scan through ever page over and over again, rereading until he could recite each line of each book and they would start falling apart. He had done so with all the other comic books he owned, which Dean had swindled from previous schools, so it thus was the undouted fate of this series.

He recieved a few angry texts from Dean as students began to filter into the class, one by one, sometimes in groups, all at random intervals arriving for the school day. It was reasonable that his brother was upset, as anything could have happened to him, so Sam shot a few quick messages back in an attempt to explain himself. Not that he was really that worried about it.

Sam's mind was occupied with other things than Dean, other things than even the shading of Batman's billowing cape.

Or at least, that was before Sam was startled out of his thoughts with almost an audible snap, a pair hands suddenly at his shoulders without any prior notice. "Sammy!"

"-Crap-!" Sam yelped, his pencil clattering to the floor with an awful, hollow sound. An immediate hand clasped straight to the Swiss army knife in his right pocket, and he cursed as the notebook then slipped from his lap also, sending lose drawings sprawling across the floor. "-Gabriel-!"

The dull scuff of Ugg boots shifted to Sam's side, accompanied by a snicker of a laugh. "Man... You're jumpy!"

A tight exhale left Sam, which couldn't have been more embarassed and shallow if it tried, and a knot tied itself in his chest. "Please... Please don't do that..."

But Sam wasn't irritated in the least. His pulse was raised, of course, but he wasn't annoyed. In fact, he found he was the opposite- an odd bright feeling breached from within his stomach and filled him from his boots to the top of his skull. He liked Gabriel. Not that he was getting attached. He just enjoyed his company a fraction more than being on his own.

"Apologies, mi amoré." Gabriel smiled, stylishly bestowing himself onto the seat beside Sam, before spotting the papers and getting an eye full. "Hey... nice sketches, Moose."

Of course, Sam began to fluster, sliding from his own seat and gathering his belongings in an embarassed rush. No one was supposed to see the drawings, they were just time killers, dammit. And if he had a list written of all the people he would least like to see them, Gabriel would be at the top. "...Thanks..." He remarked, his heartbeat continously pounding in his ears. "Seriously, uhm... Please- please don't jump out at me like that... I get panicky..." His words ran together, his hand wafting by the hair tucked behind his ear as if he were waving at it.

It was funny. All of Sam's life hed been trained to assassinate.

Gabriel frowned at all these gestures. "Man, I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were that spooked by it..."

"It's fine, honestly... Just don't... Don't do it..." Sam swallowed, having collected everything and returned it to the table top. He slid back up onto his seat, breathing through his nose, still avoiding eye contact.

All Gabriel could do was nod and try and figure out what this guys' deal was. He liked Sam, he really really did, and felt extremely bad for scaring him like that. But no normal person reacted so sensitively to someone making them jump... Another item was added to Gabriel's growing list of Things Up With Sam Winchester, and his examining eyes continued to watch every movement Sam made. "Of course, I swear I won't do it again."

Sam offered what could have been a grateful smile, but would be innapropriate to be called so as it did not appear to be that expressive. And it wasnt a smile, either. "I... I really owe you for these books..." He then said. Subject change. Nice one, Sam, not awkward at all!

Gabriel continued his research on him, shaking his head dismissively and showing the perfect example of a proper smile. An obvious battle seemed to be happening within Sam, and he looked slightly uncomfortable, which Gabriel couldn't help but find slightly sweet. He was starting to think that maybe Sam's whole shy, innocent, mysterious thing was more alluring than anything. "Not at all, Sam. They were a gift from me to you. Now, I'm taking by the drawings and that conversation starter that you're enjoying them?"

Sam tapped his fingers on the desk. He nodded, patting the sides of the wad of sketches so that they all lined up like important documents. "...They're amazing..."

The demeanor of the boy sat beside Sam rang with a sense of happiness. "Well, good."

Sam was almost shaken by the awkward silence that then ensued, both boys glancing at each other for a moment before looking around the room. However, Gabriel did not let it last long. The first subject he introduced to the then ensuing conversation was the art style of Sam's comics, though a whole other pretence was on his mind.

Gabriel reeled through his mental list, and, like the sound of a reminder bell ringing, recalled Sam bolting at the mention of his parents. Tactifully, the Novak continued their discussion about cell shading rather than quizzing Sam about this, but he was jonesing so get a chance to get answers soon.

After a polite argument about whether the Joker was hot or not, Sam was left with a small sense of fulfillment, a nice warmth brewing within his core. It was though he had never been made to jump by Gabriel in the first place, never been flustered, and never been shy.

"You know, I do believe that Jared Leto made the smexiest Joker. Even though the movie was crap with a capital C, I would still lick peanut butter off of that."

It was then that Sam smiled. A genuine smile, like bolt of lightning, dark in a way that Gabriel couldnt describe because that flash of white teeth also made the sun come out. He laughed, too, something like the result of an exhale and a chuckle bred together. "Peanut butter?"

"Yes, sasquatch," Gabe grinned, pupils swallowing the entirety of his whiskey gold irises. "Peanut butter."

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I can't believe this cheesy story has 3k reads, I'm so unbelievably proud and grateful for all of you readers out there! This is so cool, and I can't thank you all enough, honestly. This has made my freaking year!!
Also, sorry for the seriously late update, I'm the worse author ever, ahaha ♡♡
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