Typical Love

Lunch

 "Does May 17th work for you ma'am?" Sam tried not to sound too annoyed, but this lady was shooting down every date and time he said. "My son has a soccer meet", or "I'm getting brunch with my in-laws". Apparently, Sam's acting skills aren't that great, as she snapped, "I apologize that I have a busy schedule, and you would too if you had a job that wasn't a receptionist." 

"Ma'am, please calm down. I'm just trying to help you schedule a suitable date to meet with your lawyer." 

"Well you can do without the attitude!"

"I apologize," He wasn't sorry.

"Thank you. And yes, May 17th does work."

"Wonderful, I will schedule you in at 5 pm, with Dean Winchester," God help him. 

"Thank you," She hung up. 

Sam sighed heavily and put down the phone. He looked at the clock on his computer, it read "11:54". On his guidelines, it said everyone gets a lunch break at 12, but he still hadn't heard back from Gabe. Nonetheless, he thought he should still ask Dean if he wanted to go with him and Gabe to lunch. He hopped on the firm's IM system and typed out "gabe asked if i wanted to go to lunch. want to come with?"

Within seconds, Dean said "nope, got an intern to get me a burger and pie :D" 

Not surprising. It was almost 12 now, and Sam figured that the lunch invite was probably just a kind gesture, you know to say there's no hard feelings. Or maybe it was for another day. Anyway, he started to pack up his things into a briefcase to run to McDonald's or something when Gabe walked into the room.

"So I'm thinking a bar, you know not too fancy. Or maybe we should go all out and go to "The Rum Rasin" down town, its 10$ for a napkin but oh well who needs savings," he smiled.

Sam laughed, "I think the bar down the street will be ok,"

"You sure? We can go in my private airplane if you want,"

Sam smiled. Gabe seemed really nice, down to earth enough to joke. Sam grabbed his things and they took off. As they walked into the parking lot, Sam saw a mint condition Bugatti. One of the lawyers must be doing really well. Gabe grabs his keys out of his pocket and presses a button. The headlights of the Bugatti flash. 

"Wait a second, that's your car?" Sam asks in awe. 

"Yes indeed, beautiful, isn't she? I know a car salesman, we're on good terms," he winks. 

They both get in the car and take off. When they got out of the parking lot, Sam begins to examine the car. There was a few wrappers dispersed about the car, and the distinct new car smell. Gabe obviously hadn't had this for long, and he already had a small mess of candy wrappers. 

"So what brings you to Winchester and Dursley?" Gabe asked after a minute.

"Heh, my brother is a lawyer here, Dean Winchester," He thought Gabe already knew that, but maybe he was just trying to make conversation. 

"Oh, I know that, but why did you come?"

"Needed a job, and one opened. Not much to it I guess," Did Gabe want some deep answer? Sam felt like he was in an interview. 

"Simple, I like it," He smiled to himself. 

As they approached a rather sketchy side of town, a bar appeared on the left. It had an old wooden sign above it that read, "Eat Pray Drink," Sam laughed to himself. They pull up to a parking place in a lot on the side of the building and walk in.

 Gabe confidently walks up to the bar tender and says, "I'll have one tumbler of the strongest scotch you have with a quarter pound burger, and he'll have a margarita with a tiny umbrella," 

The bartender looked at Sam curiously. "I'll have a beer and a chicken salad," Sam said.

The man jotted down their order and walked off. Sam and Gabe sat on the blue stools. 

"Margarita too much for you?" Gabe smirked. 

"Yup, I just can't take my alcohol,"

Gabe grinned as he grabbed a toothpick out of a nearby shot glass. There was 2, one had toothpicks, and the other had mints. 

As Gabe unwrapped the toothpick, a large man with a shaved head and many tattoos came up behind him and put his hand on Gabe's shoulder. Sam saw Gabe's face become shrouded in fear as his expression dropped and he became pale as a ghost. 

Gabe slowly turned around. "Uh, can I help you?" 

"What you don't remember me?" the man's voice was deep and raspy. "I'm the guy you cheated out of 200$," He grabbed Gabe's hair and yanked his head back as he got closer. 

"Look, I don't remember, necessarily, 'cheating' you," Gabe got quieter the more he talked. 

"Oh you don't now, do you?" The man balled his fists, ready to beat him up. 

Sam stood up. "Look, if he says he didn't, he didn't. We're just trying to eat lunch, could you back off?"

"You always get your boyfriend to fight for you, Loki?" The man asked, not breaking eye contact with Sam. Loki? Does Gabe have an alter ego?

"Look, just leave us alone, and no one has to get hurt," Sam began to reach for his knife tucked under his belt. 

The man swung around, and punched Gabe in the jaw. Sam quickly unshiethed his knife and used it to pull the man back by his neck. 

"Holy sh*t uh, Bartender? Can you call the police?" Gabe called desperately. 

The bartender runs over and sees the man trapped by a knife. "What the hell happened?"

"This guy tried to attack us and now Sam is holding him down,"

The bartender quickly grabs handcuffs from the back of the bar. "I'll hold onto him, why don't you two take off before the cops get here?"

"Sounds good to me," Gabe said.

"Don't we need to be questioned or something?"

"Not if you get out of here. Unless you want to press charges because you were hurt," 

"I'm good, "

"Then your good," 

Sam and Gabe run out to their car. Gabe, a bit frazzled, sighed and put his head in his hands. Then, he took a deep breath and they started to drive away.

"Loki?" Sam asked. 

"I used to do a bit of gambling, never wanted anyone to know my real name, and after all, he is the trickster god," He winked.