Through the Grapevine [ABANDONED]

The Queers are Taking Over

Michael walked into his bathroom to find Sam standing in front of the sink, Gabriel sitting on the sink, legs wrapped around Sam's waist, and the two of them with the other's tongue in their mouth. 

"J-j-j-just because everyone knows you two are d-d-d-dating doesn't mean you have to flaunt it all the time," Michael huffed. Gabriel shoved Sam in the chest and blushed. Sam just grinned. 

"Don't be jealous, Mikey," Sam said. 

"I'm not jealous. I'm tired. And when I'm tired, I'm grumpy," Michael huffed. rubbing at his sleep-deprived eyes. He opened the medicine cabinet and frowned at the pills. He wished he could just, for one day, be normal. Normal would be nice. 

"It's okay, we love you anyway," Sam said, untangling himself from Gabriel's limbs to put a hand on Michael's shoulder. Michael smiled sleepily at the gesture before opening up the bottle of ADD medication. He was lucky to have found a good dosage for him, after years of experimentation. He was pretty even now, with his attention. It was the dyslexia that was really causing the problem now. "Hey, aren't you going to that party with Luke today?" Michael's stomach churned at the thought. He didn't need to think about seeing Lucifer today, not with the fact that he was already stressed about Castiel and Gabriel and Sam. But mostly Castiel. The guy was his best friend. 

"Ewww, are you two making out in here?" Castiel said as he poked his head into the bathroom, wrinkling his nose at Sam and Gabriel. 

"Buzz off," Sam huffed. Gabriel hit him in the chest. 

"We were. But we stopped when Michael came in because we're civilized human beings," Gabriel huffed, glaring at his boyfriend still. 

"Sure about that?" Sam said as he started to attack Gabriel's neck with hickeys. The middle Novak brother squealed and Michael chuckled. 

"I'm leaving now," Michael said, walking out of the bathroom. 

"You guys are gross," Castiel groaned, walking out of the room and following Michael. Michael stopped at the door to his room. Unfortunately, Castiel was too distracted by his phone to notice and walked straight into Michael. 

"Owww," Michael huffed, rubbing his shoulder where Castiel had run straight into it with his face. "What are you doing on your phone anyway?" Michel asked, grabbing it from Castiel's hand. His best friend had managed to turn it off before Michael got it, however, and he didn't know the passcode. "Fuck you." 

"Whatever," Castiel huffed, grabbing the phone and shoving it in his pocket. Michael raised an eyebrow. 

"Seriously, what are you doing on your phone all the time?" Michael asked. Castiel's ears blushed pink. 

"I'm talking to someone and I don't want any more questions about it," Castiel snapped. Michael put his hands in the air as a form of surrender. 

"Okay, gotcha. I won't ask anymore," Michael agreed. "But when you want to talk about it, let me know." 

"I will. You know I will," Castiel huffed, frowning. "I'm sorry. I'm just dealing with a lot of crap right now, and I shouldn't take it out on you." 

"It's all good, dude. If you want, we can hang out tonight..." Michael started. 

"No, you're going out with my brother, and nothing is going to change that," Castiel said with a grin. Michael sighed. 

"Okay, but I'm not wearing Dean's old clothes. I need to go shopping," Michael said. He smiled brightly at Castiel. "Wanna help?" 

"Obviously," Castiel said, grabbing Michael's arm and pulling him down the stairs and toward his car. 

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