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Chapter 6 Part 1

"Hey Sam, its good to see you boy. Stop growning though, you're getting harder to hug." Sam smiles at Ellen, who he considers to be his aunt, pulling out of the hug and looking around. "Dean not here yet?"

"Nope, just you and Bobby. But you know Dean, always late."

"Yeah," he agrees, but Sam knows better, Dean might not show up at all. He heads to the living room where no one is and calls Dean.

"What?" He answers. "Are you coming?"

"Obviously I'm coming."

"You better. Ellen is expecting you," Sam says in a low growl. "Dea—" The other line clicks and Sam can't help but feel the need to hit his brother, and he's not even here yet.

Sam walks back in the kitchen. Jo sets the plates out and Ellen begins putting food onto the table, and Bobby just watches.

"Where's that brother of your?" Bobbys gruffy voice questions. "Uh, he's on his way."

~

"Nice of you to join us," Bobby grumbles between bites of mashed potatoes, not taking time to look at the oldest Winchester in the dining rooms doorway. Dean sighs, already in a pissy mood, "I got held up." He glares at his little brother, the only spot left is the chair next to him.

"Dude, can you chew with your mouthed closed?" Sam's beyond annoyed of hearing Deans lips smack. "Grow up," he scoffs back. "I'm not the one who never learned how to close their mouth!"

Dean slams his fork down on the table, "Are we really doing this again? Because if you're going to bring up your ex you don't have to speak in metaphors, Sam."

"I said I'm sorry about bringing it up, Dean, what more do you want?" Sam yells, "Just because you think I'm trying to say something doesn't mean I am, you're the one who started this time!"

"Am I, Sam? Because I recall you bringing it up Wednesday."

"Knock it off! Both of you!" Bobby stands to his feet, his voice booming over the other males. "You two are acting worse than children! Ellen invited us over for a family dinner, so I think you two can stop your bickering for five damn minutes!"

They both cower at their uncles voice. "Now apologize, both of you."

"There's no way I'm apologizing to him!" Dean raises his voice again and Sam pushes out of his chair. "You know what, I—I can't be here with you. Thank you for dinner Ellen, and it was nice to see you Jo."

"Don't be such a baby!" Dean calls after him. "Sit. Down," Bobby orders.

~

"Sam? Cas isn't here, he's at work."

"I know, can I come in?"

"Um, yeah, sure," he opens the door, unsure about Sam's intentions. Every thought drops his mind as he notices how stressed Sam is. He paces the living room, his hands clenched in fists down by is side.

"Hey," Gabriel says softly, "Samster, are you okay?" He reaches out and gently touches his arm. "Tell me something," Sam says quietly, turning to face the shorter man. He's thinking about the first time he met Gabriel, what Cas had said. "Do you hate me?" He opens his mouth but doesn't say anything, the Winchester aches for an answer, moving closer and pressing their foreheads together. "You're crazy," he breaths back in response, "You're crazy because no one can hate you, Sam. And I tried, trust me I tried."

"But why?" Their eyes are closed, both trying to control themselves, hanging on each word the other says, everything heated all of a sudden.

"Just bad timing." Sam chuckles breathily, making Gabriel smile. Sam slides his fingers down Gabes arms, slowing at his wrists, and then knitting their hands together. The older of the two sighs comfortably into the touch, pushing himself forward to the larger body.

"Open your eyes, Gabe," Sam whispers. Reluctantly, his eyes flutter open, dead staring into Sam's, their pupils dilated. "Tell me you want this too," Sam voice is low, "Tell me I'm not the only one here."

"You're not," Gabriel's volume matches the other males, "Trust me." Those words are enough for Sam, he leans down the littlest bit to push his lips against Gabes. Everything feels so much better with their lips synced together.

Gabriel builds up the courage to wrap his arms around Sam's neck and pull them closer together. The kiss was intended to stay on low heat, but neither of the males could stop themselves just yet. Sam's tongue runs along Gabriel's bottom one, lightly sucking on it when Gabe denies entrance. The shorter one finally gives in.

Sam knowingly wraps his arms around Gabriel's waist. He catches on and allows Sam to lift him so he can wrap his legs around Sam's torso. They blindly find a wall to rest against, Sam's hands pushing against it.