Just The Name

Chapter 7

Sherlock watched Sam as he slipped out the door.

"Brother." Mycroft said, setting Sherlock's book bag down. "What have you done?"

Sherlock hesitated. "It was just in case. Haven't done any of It. It was for a study, anyways."

Mycroft sighed. "Make a list."

"I'm sorry?"

"A list, Sherlock, of all the drugs you took. I've confiscated them all, and taken your cigarettes. These are just your books, now. Do I need to search your dorm?"

Sherlock looked to the ground and shook his head no.

"Very well. I'm trusting you, brother mine. And I'm going to need that list." And with that, Mycroft was gone.

Sherlock waited until he could no longer hear his footsteps, before hurrying to his desk and pulling out a hidden stash of back up drugs, followed by another pack of cigarettes from behind the bookshelf. He then proceeded to drop them both into his bag.

He swung his bag over his shoulder, pulled out his phone, texted Sam, and slipped out the door.

He walked to the nearest smokers door and lit a cigarette.

"Hello." A boy said, sitting beside him. "I'm Greg."

***

Sam was just about to turn into his hallway when -

"Samsquatch?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm not in the mood, Gabriel."

Now it was Gabe's turn to roll his eyes. "You remind me of my brother, Samandriel. Quite possible because of the name. Maybe it's the Hate Gabe personality."

Sam paused. "I thought Cas was your brother."

"No, No, he is. But my dad's a slut, so I've got brothers and sisters all over."

"Oh." Sam hesitated. "What's he like? Your dad?"

"Oh, he hates my guts. I mean, of course not, right? He loves me. He just loves my other siblings more. Michael. Samandriel. Hannah. Luci."

Sam thought he was saying 'Lucy' Oh, little did he know.

"And he's especially disappointed in me, for going off to university. Suppose he'd have rather'd I stayed home."

Sam nodded understandingly.

"Yours?"

"Oh, about the same. Dean loves him, and of course, he loves Dean, his good little soldier. But I think he's too strict. And of course if it wasn't for Bobby- Professor Singer, sorry. If it wasn't for Professor Singer, I wouldn't be allowed to come here. In fact, I almost wasn't. But Professor Singer and my mom were..."

"I saw your mom! Dropping you off!"

"You did?" Sam asked, astonished.

"Yeah, I remember getting angry because your dad didn't say goodbye to you."

Sam made his signature half scoff, half sigh sound. "Yeah, well we're just about as dysfunctional as can be. Can't go expecting too much from him."

"Dysfunctional as can be?" Gabe said. "Let me tell you a story."

At these words, in the middle of the staircase, Sam sat down to listen, Gabe sat down beside him.

"My brother, Balthazar, he went on a complete bender a few months ago. Stole half of my dad's things, left. Dad didn't really care, but my siblings... They tracked him down and tried to force him to come home, or fork over the belongings - not even so they could return them to dad, mind you. But so they could use them against each other. Anyways, this resulted in Cas getting stabbed."