It Takes Two (Sabriel/Destiel/Michifer) (UNDER HEAVY EDITING)

Christmas Pt.2

THIS IS ALREADY CHAPTER 31 WE HAVE COME SO FAR

I shouldn't be writing in this state but........

Let's do this

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Previously:

This was Gabe's chance. Or was it?

Suddenly, Sam signed something to Gabe from across the room. That's the funny thing about destiny, it happens whether you plan it or not.

Friday, December 24th 11:23

"S-Sam?" Gabe dropped his water bottle and tears weld in his eyes. Sam nodded slowly, snow falling from his brunette locks, and stared hopefully into Gabe's eyes.

In a spur moment, Gabe ran over to him. He threw his arms around Sam and held him relentlessly, desperate to lock in the feeling he'd missed. Gabe inhaled Sam's scent. He smelled like pencil shavings and old books. Gabe absolutely adored it. The feeling of being with Sam again was intoxicating.

Sam smirked just the slightest and wrapped his arms around Gabe's small figure protectively. Gabe smelt of cherry lollipops, Sam's favorite scent. Time was frozen still in a perfect lapse.

From the moment they met Gabe was able to identify in perfect measure all of Sam's emotions. He saw it in Sam's eyes and in his gestures. Anger, fear, sadness, joy. In all of this emotion Gabe was sure he knew Sam, in every way possible. He was wrong, he did know Sam but not entirely. He didn't know Sam loves him.

The way Sam looked at him was different from any look. It was a look that only Gabe could see because only Gabe knew the pleasure of seeing it. It was a look specifically for Gabe. Therefore, impossible to identify.

It still didn't make sense, why Gabe couldn't see it. Why? Well, in simplest explanation, it was impossible in every form of the word. As humans, we deny ourselves the possibility. It's hard to believe and improbable to comprehend someone loving us. Not caring about our flaws but loving them nonetheless.

For us to humor the thought is considered narcissistic. We question why someone so amazing could fall for you. Saying anything would be dangerous in such situations.

Unspoken love is a sad and evil business. Silence, making you wonder if they ever felt the same. Confession, the possibility of losing someone. But it was never meant to be this way. Love is never meant to be a secret or frowned upon. We all deserve love. Love should be rejoiced and celebrated, no matter the circumstances. We should be happy that someone has found love when it is so rare in the world.

We get scared. Scared to be hurt. Scared of the fall. But Gabe was tired of fear.

"I think I love you." Gabe whispered against his ear, voice clenched. Sam's right hand was holding the back of Gabe's neck and the other at the bridge of his waist. Sam's face was in Gabe's hair.

"I l-love you t-t-too." His stutter laced with his words.

"Therapy." Gabe said flatly.

"What?"

Gabe held on to Sam. "You asked where I go everyday." He shrugged.

"Why?" Sam knew Gabe understood what he meant.

"I didn't want you to think I was a freak. I'm so sorry, Sam. I'm more sorry than you know. I'm sorry." Gabe trailed off. Sam pulled away and anxiety rushed over Gabe.

I knew he'd hate me.

"Don't ever," Sam cupped Gabe's cheek with his hands. "Think that. Gabriel-"