A Year to Decide our Faith

A Year

Hey folks, thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think about this chapter! I'm gonna be added some hints of Destiel in here because Jack damn it, I can do whatever the hell I want because this is my fic! So good luck reading this and buckle up because this is gonna be one hell of a ride!
-Luc
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Gabe POV
"Sammy, pay attention to me," I complained.
"Why?" Sam groaned, typing away on his phone.
"Because, I want your attention. I deserve your attention. Please. Sammy," I pestered Sam.
"You have my attention," Sam laughed, tossing his phone aside and looking at me.
We were in his room, laying on his bed, the lights were off but two candles by his table side were on. We were wrapped in a blanket, watching movies on his computer. Someone had texted him earlier, soon his attention was taken from me and he was zoned out, typing away on his phone.
"I didn't before," I scoffed.
"What? You did. Don't you lie to me mister," Sam peered at me.
"I'm not lying and you know it," I pouted, picking up a piece of chocolate and shoving it in my mouth.
"Ooo, liar," Sam joked, poking me on my sides.
"Am not," I smiled up at him, bopping him on his nose, "Boop!"
"Hey!" Sam laughed.
Gosh, I love his laugh. It warmed my heart, the way his voice sounded, the way his eyes crinkled up. I loved the way his mouth formed into a goofy grin. His hair never failing to be the chaotic mess it is. His hard was long, tangled, and soft at times. It was harmless but can make a statement, or tamed to hide who you truly are. Just like everything in life, there's always a mask, always a meaning behind everything. Perhaps, I just overthink things.
"Hey, yourself," I grinned, proud of my remark.
"Fine be that way!" Sam laughed, getting up to turn on the television.
"What ya doing?" I said, admiring the wonderful view I was receiving.
"Turning on the tv so we can game a bit, maybe watch some movies on the big screen?" Sam suggested. I smiled in response before getting up to grab some more snacks.
"You're adorable," I grinned up at him, he sighed in response.
"Do you love me?" Sam asked, clearly referring to past events.
"Of course," I replied with hesitation.
"Do I love you?" Sam raised his eyebrow at me, stealing a piece of candy in the process.
"No," I sighed, it was all so hopeless.
"Then why do you still love me?" Sam asked, he perked up like a dog.
"I don't know," I groaned, flipping down on my back.
Earlier this month, Sam Winchester had figured out my little secret, I've had a long lasting crush on him. We've been close friends since he moved over to Lawrence, Kansas with his older brother, Dean. Dean Winchester, the eldest of the brothers, soon became close friends with my brother, Castiel Novak, Cas for short.
When Sam found out I had a crush on him, he was taken by surprise. We had been sitting under the trees outside of the school near the football field when a group of girls came over. They began talking to Sam about my so-called "obvious crush" on Sam. Sam in turn, shooed them away and then confronted me about it. Of course, I did not want to expose the fact that I had been crushing on my best friend, yet I didn't want to lie to him. From experience, I've learned that lies never go anywhere good. It's always been better to simply say the truth rather than get caught in a web of lies. Sam, as expected, took it well, however, he did not know how to respond. He's been lightly joking about in a failed attempt to try to lift off some of the awkwardness in the air.
I toyed with the wrapper of my candy, trying to distract myself from the awkward conversation. The candy was a hard, bright, red color around its hard shell. It looked like the outcome of sugar you boil and then place in a mold to cool off. It wasn't neatly molded, it had overlaps over the cylinder shape, somehow, only making the shape realer than before.
I looked up to see Sammy watching me tentatively. His eyes were watching my hands as my fingers rubbed on the wrapper. He reached his arm out and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers together. I looked up at him confused, he simply gave me a stern look in return. I popped the hard candy in my mouth and threw the wrapper into the small hill of trash in the corner of the bed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Sam looked at me with his puppy eyes.
"It's alright, it was bound to come up anyways," I smiled up at him.
Sam used the arm he was holding my hand with to pull me up into a sitting position. He let go once I was upright and reaching for another sucker.
"I have an idea. You may or may not like it," Sam paused, pursing his lips together as he thought, "but it's worth a shot."
"What's your idea?" I tilted my head, lollipop halfway out of my mouth, curious to know what was on Sammy's mind.
"Well, I could give you a year for you to try and make me fall in love with you," Sam grinned a mischievous smile, "and you could move into my apartment with Dean."
I felt my heart nearly leap out of my chest, my stomach felt as if it were in my throat. Did Sam Winchester really just give me a year to make him fall in love with me along with an invite to move in? My eyes bugged out of my head and my jaw dropped open. I hadn't realized up until then that I was blushing madly and had a goofy smile on my face.
"I- W... Are," I struggled to find my words, "Really!?"
"Yea, I'm pretty sure that's why I threw the suggestion out there," Sam smiled up at me, his loving eyes burrowing into my soul.
"Of course," I chuckled, "I will gladly take you up on that deal."
Sam's face seemed to light up as he skipped to finish working on the tv. His hair flopping up and down as his legs popped from one place to another. I looked around his dim room, the bed was pushed up against the wall, it was placed in the middle of the room. His door was diagonal to the bottom left leg of his bed, it was slightly cracked open, not that anyone was home. His walls were painted white and his closet was a walk in on the left wall. His wardrobe consisted of flannel, jeans, and some jackets. Of course, he had his shirts which he wore under his flannel. Sometimes, I wondered just how he survived under that many layers of clothing. To the right of his room, his wall was covered in posters and pictures. His table near the wall, chair in between it and the wall. In front of his bed, Sam had a desk with his computer and gaming system. To the left of that, Sammy had a stand with his television. In front of this, was a dog bed for his dog, Bones.
Bones was a good dog, had copper brown hair. Bones was a golden retriever, having been with Sam in his lousy apartment when all Sam could eat was pizza and junk. Sam originally left Dean and his father to go live in his own apartment, he left without a word. It took him weeks before realizing just how much it hurt Dean. Dean didn't know how to separate the reality of Sam running away from their father, John, and Sam running away from him. Dean beat himself up about it and when he didn't know where Sam went and his dad came home... I will just say Dean didn't want to talk about it much. Sam avoided Dean in school so well that Dean didn't know if Sam was attending. Finally, someone broke the news to Sam and Sam finally opened up to Dean and invited him to come live with him.
Once Dean gladly accepted, they moved elsewhere to find a better place. They got a four  roomed home for some odd reason and it was much better. They had a nice and clean kitchen, new machinery, big rooms, and a wonderful couch. They had two floors, downstairs where there was the living room, the dining room, the entrance, the kitchen, and a bathroom. They had upstairs where there were 4 rooms, 5 bathrooms, and a gaming area. They also had an attic where they enjoyed going up to every once in a while. They had a garage underneath the first floor where a large room was located next to it. They didn't count this as a floor or a room though for some reason.
"So, what do you want to eat?" Sam said happily, breaking the silence.
"Oh no, what do you want to eat?" I smiled up at him.
"Hmmm," he scratched his brows together, pretending to think, "how about you?"
I smiled and motioned towards my body, "I'm all yours, Baby."
Sam burst out laughing and soon we were both hurled over, a giggling mess. Once we were done laughing, he sat down on the bed next to me and handed me a controller. I looked up to see that the television was now ready with his gaming system plugged in.
"Ready?" Sam grinned up at me, his beautiful eyes radiating with joy.
"Always, you're about to go down," I smirked at the majestic moose.
"We will see about that," he grinned, picking up the controller and starting the game.
"Oh, it's on!" I turned to look at Sam, he had a determined look on his face.
I smiled knowing that in the end, I would let Sam win. I loved seeing the moose's face as he jumped up in joy, his beautiful voice filling the room.
"So, what are we playing?" I asked, turning my controller on.
"Not sure, a racing game?" Sam smiled, his controller already turned on and selecting the multiplayer button.
"Ooo, I'm amazing at that," I smirked, knowing deep down that I was absolutely terrible at it.
"Oh, are you now?" Sam turned to look at me, his smile so wide his teeth showed.
"Yep!" I said trumphily.
"Because, last I heard, Cas assured me that you were terrible," Sam stated.
"Oh you bad, bad, apple," I shook my head, smiling as I did.
"But I'm your caramelized apple," Sam joked, pressing start on the game.
Before I could respond, we were racing down the arena, my car ramming into the walls. Sam took off though it seemed he too was horrible at this game. Sam paused the game complaining about how his hot pink car wasn't what he wanted. I looked at him confused until he pressed a button allowing us to change our car color and type along with adding accessories. I smiled as I sat back, putting down the controller in the process. I watched Sam change his hot pink small car to a silver sports car. His didn't match up to my lime green car with stripes going down the sides decorating the car. It was a nice and smooth car that looked like it was specifically made for racing but better to put on display and show off. Sam unpaused the game and I scrambled to grab my controller already falling behind Sammuel. I started back up and got boosts, passing Sam and making it to first place. Sam grumbled about how the game was rigged and that he could've won. He got up and went to change the so-called rigged game.
Sam came back and took a seat on the floor in front of me. I smiled at how he sat in between my legs and how beautiful he was, tongue pressed between his lips as he focused on setting up the game. He didn't bother telling me what game it was but from the looks of it, it seemed to be some arena fighting game. Sam had the largest grin on his face, letting out soft chuckles as he selected his character. The character he picked was named Azazel, had yellow eyes and was a claimed prince of hell. He seemed like a normal person besides his yellow eyes and evil way of being. He looked like a regular paled skinned caucasian man, he was middle-aged and wore a dark trench coat. He had a tie and a formal hat that paired nicely with his character. The character I picked was named Loki, he had a lollipop, a hat on his head, and a fancy tux with a tie. His tux was a very dark almost black grey with white stripes going down it that paired nicely with his handkerchief. He wore a plain white dress shirt with a maroon tie. He had long hair like I did and he reminded me of a lovable corgi.
Our characters had different powers, Sam's could possess other human vessels as long as they didn't have an anti-possession sigil and even then it was testy. Azazel was the Demon Army General and Leader of Hell, he was a servant of Lucifer, and creator of something called the Special Children. He had a rare sense of humor and liked making his prey believe their worst fears came true before killing them. Although he did not believe in unnecessary killing unlike many other beings from Hell, that did not stop him from murdering to persuade his target to something. He had a signature way of killing, pinning his prey to the wall, splitting their stomachs open, and burning them, allowing them a painful death.
He possessed the powers of demonic possession and often possessed other vessels and as a confirmation of his possession, their eyes would turn yellow. He had super strength and telekinesis, able to pin people to the wall and keep them there even after he had left the room.  He could make and manipulate fire and could set entire buildings on fire in minutes or seconds if he pleases. Due to his role as Prince of Hell, he was immune to most demonic weaknesses like holy water and holy ground. He had invulnerability and couldn't be harmed with guns or fire, unless by the Cult. He was immortal and could live forever unless killed. He was able to make deals and resurrect or heal dying or deceased humans. He couldn't resurrect or heal unless he made a deal with a living human.  He had an amazing stamina and didn't require food, water, sleep, or oxygen to survive. He could warp reality only through deals. He could also instantly teleport, an example being from hell to earth. He could dreamwalk and enter others' dreams. He could manipulate weather as could a great number of other demons. His presence was powerful enough to cause devices to go crazy such as, lights flickering and clocks stopping. He possessed the power to do this himself as he pleased as well. Brokinesis, another one of his powers though perhaps one of the most notable ones. He had the ability to physically injure others and this included internal and external damage. For example, he could cause internal bleeding with a simple look. His senses were heightened and could tell apart one of his Special Children from others by a simple whiff of their smell. He could cast spells and grant power. For example, he granted his Special Children power by feeding them his blood when they were merely babies, this granted them psychic abilities.
Though he was immune to most forms of weaknesses, ghosts were able to pull him from his vessel and restrain him for a brief period of time. Salt and iron were one of his weaknesses, rendering him unable to cross iron and knocking him down when shot with salt. He could be killed with the Colt and higher beings such as the Archangel and his creator, Lucifer. The weapon, Lance of Michael was able to terminate him as well.
Loki enjoyed sweet treats and was amazing at playing tricks. He took much pride in his ability to trick and his capability of his powers. Though he had daddy problems, he still very dearly loved his father. His father was not the only one he loved, he loved his children as well. Loki was a master of manipulation and deceit that put together with his superhuman strength, speed, and durability could go a long way. Loki was immortal and had survived for thousands of years, he would continue to live unless killed. He had invulnerability to most forms of harm due to his being a god. He was able to warp reality and able to transform a dangy old motel room into a five-star suite at his own will. He had the ability of conjuration and was able to create people for his own enjoyment as well as realistic projections of himself. He had telekinesis and was able to fling people against the wall with a simple way of his hand. He had an amazing stamina and did not require food, water, or oxygen to keep himself together although he did have soft spots for sweets. He had some sense of magic and was able to conduct spells. Higher deities and archangels were able to kill him as well as an extremely rare weapon. This weapon being a wooden sword that would kill him if he was struck in the heart, made specifically for Loki.
I smiled, ready to take on Sammy in this game, almost positive I would beat him. Sammy hadn't yet bothered to look over and check which character I claimed, however, as he started the game he couldn't help but let out a gasp. I smiled knowing that he was onto the fact that he was about to get crushed. Sam let out an audible groan as we started going at each other, using Azazel to push Loki up against the wall. I in turn, used Loki's power of conjuration to make more people and throw him off me, pinning him to the wall with his telekinesis. Sam immediately started a fire using Azazel's powers and I sped around grabbing the fire extinguisher to set it out. Sam used Azazel's superhuman strength to throw a couch at me, immediately regretting it when I caused a piano to fall on him. Azazel popped back up and attempted to set me ablaze. I in turn, set the fire out by using the reality warp and making a bucket of water fall on me, immediately trapping Azazel in a cage made of iron with a salt circle around it. A set of different engraving appeared on the cage ensuring he would stay inside of it. Azazel attempted to exit his vessel, however, was set back by the iron devil's trap. I smiled as I heard Sammy let out an adorable grunt. I then made a Cult and shot Azazel with the bullet, different micro-sized engravings on both the gun and the bullets.
I cheered and danced around the room when the words on the screen confirmed that I had won. Sam got up, letting out a small groan for his loss and my victory. I rubbed my rear up against Sam's crotch as I danced around. Sam chuckled as he walked over to remove the game and connect his portable computer instead of the gaming system.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, curious as to why he was connecting the computer to the television.
"We are going to watch some tv. Remember? Like I said earlier," Sam sighed, shaking his head.
"Oh yea," I said, recalling the memory not long in the past.
"Mhmmm, what do you wanna watch?" Sam asked.
"Well, there is this one show about two brothers and a gay little angel that fight to save the word," I smiled up at him.
"Ah, the one that's more about the bond than it is the blood?" Sam questioned.
"Yep!" I smiled up at him, grateful that he had a good taste in shows.
"There's this one dude played by some guy named Richard, he's my favorite," I added.
"Oh mine is the one played by Jared," Sam laughed.
I nodded, seeing the resemblance. They were both mooses and loveable giants. We laid down side by side once Sam picked the best show that's been made. I propped my head up on my hands, my feet on the pillows. Sam did the same except using a pillow or two in order to keep his head up. I smiled, loving the way his hair fell down so beautifully. I loved the way his smile formed on his beautiful face. He was like a painting that I could simply stare at for all eternity. So beautiful yet seemed so fragile at the same time. I loved the way his eyes lit up with every laugh that came out of my mouth. I loved the way his gorgeous eyes would tentatively watch the screen. I loved the way that he preserved every single day, always shining brighter in the dim light that shined in the dark. Except, he was the light and somehow, he managed to lighten the darkness up more every single day. He didn't make anything worse, he made everything better. His light shines so bright that I bet even when he was gone, the light would stay. Perhaps falling in love with him wasn't the best thing that had happened to me, finding him was. No matter what, I seemed to care more about his feelings than my own. I was so lost in his love, sometimes I forgot to love myself, yet he didn't. He always managed to return the love I gave him, even if not in the same way.
I snuggled up against him, his arms wrapping around me, enclosing me in a bear hug. I could feel his warm breath up against my skin, his beautiful warmth radiating against mine. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest, reminding me that he was breathing, that he was here, and most importantly, that he was real. He was my nurturing soil in the time of a bad bloom, he helped guide me to rise back up and into health. Normally, when a flower cannot bloom, we do not change the flower, we change the environment. Sam is what made me bloom, Sam is what brought me to health, Sam is what helped me to prosper. Without him there could be no me, without someone to love what is a lover? Nothing.
We watched about 4 episodes before Dean got home, his rough and heavy boots heard dragging against the wooden floor. A thump was heard as his bag presumably dropped on the floor next to the door. I heard his jacket get peeled off his back and hung up, the knock of the zipper against the wall sounded like nothing but a meer scratch. His heavy steps making it to the bottom steps of the stairs before sitting down, a loud zip was heard as he began taking off his boots. A grunt was heard as he pulled them off, his footsteps muffled as his socks made his way back to the door where he placed his boots neatly.
"Sammy! Gabe! Food!" Dean called.
"Coming!" Sam replied to his call.
"Did you bring any candy?" I yelled, getting up and grabbing my jacket.
"Candy? No. I did bring some pie!" Dean replied, I could imagine the smile on his face.
"Thanks!" I called back, making my way out the door with Sam on my tail.
We made our way down the carpet steps, our footsteps muffled yet loud as our weight came crashing down with each heavy step we took down the stairs. Sam laughed as he went down two or three steps at a time, his hand using the wooden railing to ensure he stayed upright and didn't go tumbling down. I followed close behind, clumsily trying to keep up while not falling, causing us to go skyrocketing. Once we got near the bottom, Sam took his precious time getting down the stairs just to annoy me. I sat down and waiting for him to go down, finally getting tired and weaving around his legs, ducking down as I did. Once I got in front of him, I lunged myself down the five steps, barely sticking the landing.
Dean looked up at us amused, a solid red button up rested open on top of his plain back shirt. His prized amulet adorning his neck bounced up as he walked over to give me a hug. His light brown hair was all ruffled up in its regular rough looked way, his stumble simply adding to the look. His green eyes looked at me lovingly, he's gotten to know me well enough that we were like brothers. He ruffled my hair with his hand as he pulled me into a warm hug with his other arm. I smiled, taking in his musk, it came with a mix of what smelled like beer, cinnamon apple pie, and leather. I looked up at his freckles that adorned his face beautifully and chuckled seeing exactly why my brother adored him so much.
"How are you?" Dean asked me, pulling away from the hug.
"I'm good, where is Cas?" I asked, confused on why he wasn't with him.
"Oh?" Dean looked at me confused, "I thought he would be with you guys."
"Nope," Sam said as we watched Dean scratch his neck in confusion.
"Hmm, can one of you kids give him a call for me?" Dean asked us.
"Sure, I'll get right back to you," I smiled, pulling out my phone.
I looked through all my contacts, scrolling past Lucifer, Michael, Balthazar, Rafael, Uriel, Naomi, and others. All their contact names were different than their real names, something I did to get on their nerves. I stopped once I scrolled past the contact name that read Asstiel. I scrolled slowly back up and pressed on his contact, calling him up. I placed him in speaker as I waited for him to pick up, Dean watching the phone. It rang a good four times before he picked up, Dean had grown even more anxious and tense with every ring.
"Gabriel, what do you want now?" Cas said, his gruff voice projecting through the room.
"Heya, Cas," Dean said, his shoulders relaxed as did his face, his eyebrows still furrowed together from the distress.
"Hey!" Cas said, his voice suddenly lighter and cheerful.
"Where are you?" Dean said, his tone softening.
"Oh, I was walking home from school. I thought I told you," Cas chuckled. I handed the phone to Dean and he gave me a grateful tilt of his head. He sank into the bean bag chair by the corner of the living room, to the right of the door.
"Oh, you did?" Dean said, his voice hushed as he leaned towards the phone, allowing himself to relax. He shooed us off and into the kitchen before we could eavesdrop any further.
I smiled up at Sam, knowing that we had betted on them earlier in the year, "I think you might have to owe me twenty dollars soon."
Sam groaned at my remark, his eyes rolling at the fact that Dean and Cas were getting closer and closer every day. I still have two weeks or less to see that they get together and Sam betted that it would take longer. Sam might be mighty smart but that didn't make him any less of a sore loser.
"Whatever," he said, making his way towards the bags of fast food.
"Give me food," I complained before Sam tossed me a burger.
"You should really try eating healthier," he stated.
"Like you eat your rabbit food?" I asked, scrunching my nose up in disgust.
"What!? It's not half as bad as you think it is," Sam snorted, picking up a fork before he popped open the plastic  lid to his salad container.
"My mouth waters while I watch people make steak, does yours as you mow the lawn?" I teased him.
"Yea, yea, whatever," he grumbled, using his fork to stab the salad.
"Bon appetit, good luck eating your bowl of leaves," I laughed.
"Just keep in mind that while you love animals and all, a cow got murdered just so you could eat that burger," Sam stuck his tongue out in disgust.
"Shhhh," I hushed him, "don't tell me!"
Sam smirked, pulling his phone out in one quick move. He unlocked his phone and opened up a tab, I could hear some music playing and shrugged it off. Sadly, it wasn't long before Sam flipped the screen of his phone showing me an image of cows and pigs being hung up to be prepared for our consumption. I nearly barfed up the food I was eating. I pushed past Sam as I went to the sink and got ready to hurl. It never came. I grumbled words that were far from immaculate as I went back and took my place on the kitchen counter. I picked up my burger and busied myself, trying to get the image out of my head by distracting myself with whatever I could.
"You're so mean," I glared at Sam.
"And you're so tall," Sam rolled his eyes.
"What?" I questioned, clearly confused.
"I thought we were saying things that aren't true," Sam raised his eyebrow at me defiantly.
"You're stupid," I said, gulping down the rest of the burger before I could change my mind.
"You're adorable," Sam said.
"Ouch," I said, giving him puppy eyes.
"What that was true," he said, his eyes glimmering in the light, his rascality shone bright in his eyes.
Before I knew it, Sam picked me up and over his shoulder. He ran towards Dean and dropped me on his lap. Dean grumbled, saying goodbye to Cas before he flicked at my forehead. His legs bouncing up and down while he looked down at me impatiently.
"What's going on? Gabe, what did you do?" Dean asked, curious to know what was going on.
"What did I do!? You should ask your brother what he did! Damn fool, showing me pictures of slaughtered animals while I tried to eat my burger in peace!" I exclaimed.
"You did what now?" Dean gasped, looking at Sam, a shocked look on his face.
"I... erm... I can explain!" Sam took off running at the same time Dean jumped up from the bean bag chair, dropping me on the floor.
Dean took off running after Sam, leaving me to get up and follow behind. I smiled knowing that they were unaware of how short and agile a short person could be. I ran after them, clearly too cocky about my skill because before long, I was on the side of the road panting. My attempts to catch up went thankfully unnoticed and before long, I found myself stumbling to get back to the house, almost falling into a rose bush due to my laziness, leaving me in a state of torpor the rest of the way.
Dean and Sam finally came back panting, Sam's face was flushed red and they looked at me with a puzzled look, wondering what happened while they were gone. I hadn't realized that I had leaves in my hair and a few splinters from the attempts not to fall into various rose bushes on the way back. I had small cuts on my face, neck, and arms due to my clumsiness. Sam chuckled when he pulled out a splinter, snapping me back to reality.
"You good, Gabe? You look like you just got sucked into a tornado or stuck in the middle of a hurricane," Dean joked.
"It's sad but it's true," Sam agreed.
I just grumbled at them, wanting to get back to the house. Sam must've gotten the hint because it didn't take him long before he scooped me up and into his arms like a child. Dean watched us, entertained by the sight of us ahead of him. I could only imagine how many different speculations could be popping into his head.
Once we got back home, Sam pulled Dean to the kitchen and motioned for me to stay in the dining room. Of course, knowing me Sam most likely assumed I would be eavesdropping and went to extra measures to assure himself that I couldn't hear. I sighed, plopping down on the couch upset that I couldn't listen in on what they were conversing about. Before long, an idea popped into my head and I ran upstairs. I opened the door to Dean's room which was the largest and right above the kitchen, placing my ear down on the floor and making out the muffled noises they made as they talked. Thankfully, I had much experience at making out what the muffled noises meant from my siblings.
"So what?" Sam bit back at Dean.
"So what?" Dean echoed before being drawn back into reality, "I don't even know if you truly mean that! You can't play with the poor kid's feelings. You're going to have to tell him one way or another. He can't keep doing this forever and you know that, neither can you."
I popped my head up and away from the ground, not bothering to hear the rest of the conversation. Was Sam really just messing with my feelings this whole time? Did Sam really just enjoy watching me care about him when realistically he didn't? I fought back the urge to cry and put a smile on my face. Suddenly, a determined look washed over my face. If Sam didn't care about me now, at least I had a year to change that. Change that, I would. Sam Winchester was gonna love me and whether he knows he wants to or not right now doesn't matter.
I rushed back downstairs and took a seat on the soft blue couch, two beautifully colored small green bean bags on each side. A marble white table with light grey patterns adorning it lay in the middle of the room. On the wall, on top of the fireplace was a large television. Small succulents and shells were strategically placed, giving the room a wonderful and comfortable feel. There were four paintings and pictures of the ocean and fields of flowers on the walls. I smiled, pulling up a small ottoman to help prop up my legs. I waited for them, looking around at the white walls and the two shelves, one on each side next to the television. They were white and had pictures of Cas and Dean along with Sam and myself. Some of us were all of us together, like a big happy family and others were of us individually. I smiled, looking at the small mechanical person Dean and Cas made out of tools. There was a small canvas that Sam and I painted together, we painted a squirrel and a giraffe. Dean and Cas decided to paint one of a moose and a corgi afterwards. I smiled, fond of all the memories that were in this home.
Cas moved in with Dean, not long after Sam opened up to Dean again. Cas and Dean decided to put their heads together and try to buy a decent place. When they spotted this large place, they bought it together and Sam came along too. I stayed with the rest of my siblings despite the fact that it seemed as if I lived with them more than I did everyone else. I always spent more time over with Dean, Cas, and Sam. I always ended up spending the night and sometimes I wondered why I didn't just move in.  Dean asked me one time why I hadn't decided to live with them and I told them that I already had a room with the rest of the Novak's so why move. Dean nodded his head and told me that the offer to live with them was always up. Though Dean did mess around with me a lot, he saw me as a brother and we loved each other accordingly.
After what felt like forever, Sam and Dean finally came out of the kitchen. They smiled up  at each other and gave off a totally different vibe from what I was catching up on earlier. They nodded their head and Dean plopped down on the bean bag chair, Sam sitting down on the white cushioned arched window seat that was on the wall between the couch and the tv. The window seat had soft blue pillows along with medium blue ones that were sandwiched in between the soft and the hard and radiant blue pillows. There was a soft, white, knitted blanket that was folded on the chair.  The window looked out and into their large backyard with fruit trees and flowers.
"So, Gabe," Dean took in a shaky breath, hesitant to say what was next.
"Yea?" I responded warily.
"Sam and I have been talking about it for a while and..." Dean looked at Sam for some guidance but Sam just waved him on, "I was- we were wondering if you would want to move in with us."
My heart nearly leaped out of my chest, "I would love to!"
Sam laughed and I threw myself at him, holding him in a tight embrace. I forgot all that I was stressed about, all my worries, all my doubts because I was with the people I loved most. Suddenly, Cas exploded through the doors.
"You guys will not believe what I had to go through to get here!" Cas yelled.
We all turned our heads to look at Cas, he was soaking wet, leaves in his hair, his shirt was ripped up. I could hear his feet sloshing in his boots every time he took a step, his socks most likely drenched from the boot soup they were in. His once white shirt had now turned to a different color with an almost fully transparent layer of brownish-yellow. He had splotches of muck and chunks of things I'd rather not know the origin of.  His once raven colored hair was now damp and slothered with a brown layer of what I hoped to be muck, lightening his hair up. His pants were now ripped and we could see some cuts on his fragile skin. He removed his trench coat and hung it up, letting the water drip on the floor. His hair spiked up every which way and other strands hung adorably over his face.  His face was sour, presumably from all his frustration and the situation he was in. He looked exhausted and simply sat down in the small puddle of water he had made, removing his shoes slowly and carefully as he tried not to make a bigger mess. Water mixed with a little bit of everything else dripped down, making big and small puddles on the floor.
"Cas?" Dean looked him up and down, "I don't know if I want to know but what happened?"
"Um," Cas said, his face flushing a shade of tomato red, "I went to go to a shop to try and get a gift. Turns out, there was a variation of things and I ended up spending much more time than I had expected at this small store. Once I had left, it had begun to rain and I made my way back home. On my way back, a car drove by and asked me if I needed a ride. Of course, I accepted, however, during the ride one of the tires flattened. We ended up having to push the car all the way to the nearest gas station together, sometimes falling during our attempts. I vividly remember having to chase after a wheel that flew out of the car after we had gotten to the top of the hill. It was a long trip back up with the tire, it was heavy and slippery with the water. Once we got it back in the car, a few cars passed by drenching us with water in their wake. Anyways, I left the kind man at the gas station where the clerk offered to assist him with the tire change, he claimed he was a mechanic. Anyways, I ended up losing my footing on one of the trips and falling into a bush where I then found a feral cat. Needless to say, the cat was not the friendliest