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In the grand universal scheme of things, Sam Winchester was a very tiny speck. A tiny little atom, a little mix of spacedust and matter that meant nothing and did nothing to disrupt any part of the universe's natural balance.

But right now, Sam felt bigger than the world; bigger than the earth. He felt like he could use planets as kickballs and eat stars like cereal. He felt like with a breath he could alter reality, and with a smile, light up the universe. He was happy.

And, obviously, he had no clue why. And why would he? Sam was an idiot, in most perspectives. He thought too much and was blind to what was in front of him. Maybe it was what he ate this morning, maybe it was the comic books he held hugged against his chest. Sam would never know.

Gabriel- he was the reason.
Gabriel had Sam feeling higher than a kite, feeling safe when he stared at his cieling at night, feeling calm when he walked through the halls to their first period just because he had his smaller blond friend trailing behind him, or in front of him, chatting about this and that, things that both mattered and didn't matter at all.
Gabriel had Sam feeling human for the first time in forever and it had Sam so caught up in confusion that the boy just had no damn idea.

So, yeah, an idiot. That was what Sam was.

...But maybe he was okay with that, though. After their chat about the Joker this morning, Sam had worried himself into getting a migraine, just trying to suss it all out- calculating desperately why his chest burnt and his hands sweated and his heart beat fast whenever he made eye contact with Gabriel. But then he realised it didn't matter. Because he was going to play kickball with planets and eat stars like cereal, and he was going to do it with Gabriel, because for the first time in forever Sam felt content.

And maybe it was all too soon- maybe Sam was the first person in the world to experience a movie-like love at first sight arc; but he didn't care. It was bliss.

And it would be a lie to say Sam wasn't thinking that exact  thing as he and Gabriel took the trek to art class, Gabriel humming softly and looking up at Sam as they walked.

"So, like, how does one become so tall? Did you get bitten by a radioactive giraffe or something?"

"That would be poetic, wouldn't it?" Sam smiled a little, only offering a miniscule glance in return for Gabriel's intent staring. "I guess... I don't really know, I mean, my dad's tall..."

Gabriel straightened his back, and there was almost an audible 'ding', his eyes lighting up. Gabriel mentally drew frantic circles around 'Sam's parents' on his internal list of things that he was desperately curious about. "Yeah? What's he like, your dad?"

Sam looked down at the floor, observing the way that some of the patches of the concrete were wet from the rain this morning, and some were dried out by the sun, while others were coated with winter leaves because the seasons were beginning to shrink into coldness. "He's okay."

If Sam could fault Gabriel on one thing, it would be how cute and easy to talk to he was. It annoyed Sam a lot. Because he didn't want to talk to Gabriel about such things, but when he looked at him like that, god, Sam could sing him his life story.

"He's okay?" Gabriel repeated, with a little giggle, and a bite of his bottom lip.

"Yeah... he's... he's a dad, you know?"

The blond chuckled softly, and shook his head. "Not really... I'm adopted."

"Oh, I... I didn't know." Sam's jaw flexed a little as the boy clearly took a moment to collect his thoughts. "...but you still have a dad, don't you?"

"No..." Gabriel replied, looking up at Sam through his eyelashes and smiling at him. This was amusing- he could literally see the battle in Sam's eyes and feel the guilt coming off him for even mentioning parents. "I have a Chuck. He's our foster dad, but he doesn't act like it."

"What's he like?" Sam was the first to step through the door of their art classroom, a low-ceiling-ed little space that smelt so strongly of paint and clay that you could probably get high. Mixtures of different themed both bad and good paintings were hung all around the place, with student's models and displays piled on top of each other and loose newspapers strewn atop each pile. It was a mess, but Sam rather liked it. It was warm and always so much brighter than all the other scenes around the school. Kind of the same way Gabriel differed from all the other people.

"He's okay." Gabriel grinned, a clear air of teasing in that tone that made Sam smile and tuck his dark hair behind his ear.