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Chapter 10

So I've been writing a Michifer. It's not that I ship it in the show, there have just been cute stories.

Anywho, I've started a couple and I'm really bad about finishing stories but I was wondering if anyone would be interested in a Michifer. Or I have one-shots that I could start posting. I have 6 (maybe more?) and I'm open to ideas. Any ship.

Enjoy the chapter :)

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"Where are you going?" Sam calls from his bed, shifting so he's sitting up. "I have to get home," Gabe shouts back, searching for his belt in the living room. Sam groans and actually gets up this time, slowly snaking his arms around Gabriel, stopping at his hip bones. "Mm, Sam," he tries to protest, rolling his neck back when the taller male sucks gently on his collar bone. "Come back to bed," he whispers, his nose brushing Gabes cheek. "I have to get back."

"Come on, you already went against everything we agreed on, what's another hour?" Sam refuses to let go, waiting for the other man to give in. "Fine," he smiles, letting himself melt against Sam's bare body. "That's what I thought," Sam smirks. He unexpectedly lifts Gabriel up and throws him over his shoulder, tossing him back onto the bed once in the room.

They stay in bed for another hour and a half, not really thinking about the time. "No," Sam tugs Gabe back when he goes to answer his ringing phone, planting his lips back where they were. "Just this once, I swear," Gabe promises. He puts a finger out, flipping his phone to show that Cas is the one calling.

"Can I help you Cassy?"

"Hello to you too. Are you home right now?" Cas asks. "Um, no. I won't be home for another thirty minutes—" Sam kisses Gabes shoulder, looking at him with just his eyes, "—um hour," he corrects. "I'll make you dinner after," Sam says into his ear. "Okay, maybe like three or four hours. I can't promise anything." Sam grins at his success, laying flat and waiting for the phone call to end. "For sure? You won't be home?"

"Nope. Why?"

"Just wondering. I'm gonna be out for a while too, you locked the door right?"

"Right."

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"Well," Sam mumbles, "Turns out I don't have any food, so I can't take you out," Sam suggests. "What if people that know Cas see us?"

"They'll think we're out as friends."

"Alright, lemme get dressed. You have to too."

Being a Saturday, ever restaurant near by seemed to be packed full with an hour wait  at least. Gabe decided on a place closer to where he lives, its small and not many people know about it. Lucky for them, there are very few people there and they can actually eat.

Gabriel: You home yet?

Cassy: No. Are you?

Gabriel: No

"Coasts clear," Gabe grins, "Come back to my place."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, Cas isn't home and if he's out with Charlie or another friend, chance are, he won't be home at all."

"I'm trusting you," Sam shakes his head, "But what do we do if he does come back?"

"Then I'll hide you in my room and sneak you out when he's not looking," Gabe laughs. "What are we, in high school?"

"It'll be hot and you know it."

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Sam steps out of Gabriel's room, only in his boxers, heading for a water bottle. "You want somethin'?" Sam shouts, peeking out of the kitchen and waiting for an answer. "A class of chocolate milk."

"Okay, come get it yourself," Sam grins, leaning on the counter top. "You dick," Gabe grumbles, glaring at the male in his kitchen, sipping water. "I'm great and you know it."

"Watch it there, Samster, you're starting to sound a bit like me," Gabe chuckles and grabs himself a cup, beginning to pour. "You're much more cocky," Sam argues, sliding his hands down Gabriel's front. "Mhm, but you're much more grabby," Gabe breathes. "Tell me you don't like it then," Sam says in a low voice, his hand slipping into the front of the shorter males boxer. "God, I love it," he moans, clutching his class like his life depends on it. "Again?" Sam question, already knowing the answer. "Again," he nods, his eyes closed. "Come on then," Sam smirks. Gabes face matches Sam's and he shoves the Winchester back, to the direction of his room.

"Sam?" Cas says, his face going white. Sam opens his mouth, just for Dean to step in with his hand in Castiels. "Dean?" Sam nearly stumbles back, the other two males still not aware of Gabriel in the kitchen. Sam stares at Gabe wide eyes, not knowing what's going on or what to do, he stands frozen. Gabe shrugs, nows as a good of a time as ever, so he steps out of the kitchen.

"Gabe?" Dean and Cas say in unison.

"What the hells going on?"