Skin (ON HOLD)

Chapter Three

-Gabriel-

The third period rolled around. All morning, Gabriel was trying to keep tabs on the new kids. He figured his brother Lucifer would be curious about his new friend (Gabriel still hadn't quite figured out what Lucifer was doing with the new kid, but he was curious). Being the good little brother he was, he felt obligated to do his job. So, when he spotted the tall kid with shaggy hair sitting in the middle of class, he couldn't help but perk up a bit. Almost 99.9% sure his name was Sam, Gabriel hopped into the seat next to him. Sam was doing an expert job at ignoring everyone in that class.

"Hiya!" Gabriel chirped, startling the lanky teen. Gabriel tossed a sucker onto his desk in a peace offering, giving him a lopsided grin. 

Not ten minutes into class, three dings signaled the intercom turning on, and the class perked up a little.

"Lucifer Novak! Report to the principles office... We need the other Novak's as well." Exasperated, Gabriel slowly dragged himself out of his seat, wondering what the hell his brother did this time. The speakers echoed in the classroom as the receptionist continued to speak. "There are too many children in that family to name off." She muttered. "Oops!" The speakers clicked off, and a few kids chuckled. 

The ones who weren't chuckling, had their eyes glued to Gabriel with unbridled curiosity. This always happened.

Gabriel rolled his eyes, climbing up onto his desk to add some dramatic flair. 

"Fellow classmates, we all know what a pain my dear brother is. He probably broke some kid's arm...again. " He smirked, slipping off the table and sauntering up to the teacher. "Shall I leave sir?" He knew the teacher wanted nothing more than to clean the floor with his face. The hatred was plain as day. 

"Yes." He growled out, eyes blazing. 

"Perfect." He turned to give Sam a wave, but the boy was already towering over him.

"I'm going with him." He stated more authority in his voice than even Lucifer could pull off. Well, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration. 

This was probably the reason the teacher did not argue with him. That and Sam towered over him. He was a bit intimidating, even if he was only some teenage kid. 

"Let's go." He looked at Gabriel, but he seemed distracted.

Then it clicked. 

"Now, Sam, I'm sure this had nothing to do with your brother." Gabriel attempted to placate him.

"Micheal Winchester to the principles office." The receptionist's voice grated Gabriel's nerves all of a sudden.

"Fuck"

"Gabriel, I really hope you won't miss your brother." Was all Sam said. 

Gabriel hesitantly led the boy towards the office, only to run into a furious Winchester. This one was almost radiating rage.

"Your brother's dead if he so much as touched Michael." He snarled, stalking away with Sam hard on his heels. Gabriel was quick to make his way in front of them, in case he needed to block them from getting inside. 

-Lucifer-

Lucifer paced around the room, rather annoyed. He didn't exactly want Michael to know what he had done.  After all, it wasn't really admirable. But, there he was. The bruised and battered boy slumped in a chair. He was still holding an ice pack to his swollen eye, bruises sprouting up where hands had made contact with sensitive skin. He had his eyes closed, looking completely drained. Sure, Lucifer was already forming bruises of his own, Dick really did put up a fight. But, Michael looked awful.