What Would Be But Never Was (A Supernatural AU Fanfic)

Chapter 7 - Any Colour You Like

        Dean was admitted to leave the hospital the next day with several carefully placed stitches. The car ride to their original rendezvous was long and silent - mainly because the hospital was very far away from Sam's car, and Dean was sleeping so they kept quiet. Mary's hands were tight on the steering wheel as she periodically flashed her bright blue eyes in the mirror to keep an eye on her son.

        Sam sat shotgun, staring out the window at the side mirror, watching his own somber face peer back at him. He couldn't wait to get home and see Aubruel //a/n I know this is a late explanation, but apparently "Aubruel" is another name for "Gabriel" so I wanted to jazz it up, therefore Aubby. :3\\ to tell him everything that'd happened. He'd already decided to only tell Aubby about his psychic moment because he knew he was the only one who'd listen and not immediately judge him (Dean had done that several times when they were little and Sam had been having terrible dreams about...).

        Eventually they arrived at Sam's jeep and he looked back at his sleeping brother with sad, thoughtful eyes. He whispered good bye to Dean and kissed his mother on the cheek and she did the same to him.

        He got out and waved as he went around the front of the Impala. Throwing his stuff in the back seat, he hopped into his own car and started up the engine; his mother hadn't left yet, which slightly puzzled him. He pushed the stick into reverse and backed up, whipping around to where he was a few feet ahead of the Impala. He punched the gas after having switched it to drive and his tires spun momentarily, kicking up gravel and dirt. He looked back and saw the furious face of his dear mother in a dirt covered car - he thought he could even see small gravel pieces lodged in the windshield. Sam couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter as he rocketed away from the angry woman; he was on his own once more.

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        When Sam arrived home at around 1:30pm (he'd stopped to get lunch), Aubby's car was parked in the driveway still, which brought him needed comfort. Slipping inside the apartment and setting his things down on a chair near the door, he went down the hallway to the bedroom after finding the rest of the apartment to be empty. The bedroom was also quiet, only the blades of a small fan sitting near the bed was heard whipping round and round at medium speed. Sam called out Aubby's name several times, and received no answer. The bathroom door adjacent to the bedroom's was closed, which caught his attention. He slowly approached it then, clenching  his fists.

        "Aubby?" he called a few times more, easing the door open to reveal his lover propped up against the far wall fast asleep, and sitting in his Tony Montana boxers, clinging to one of the shirts Sam had worn recently. His face was peaceful and slack, a small stream of drool scouting its way down his chin. Sam didn't bother waking him up formally, joining him instead. He scooted up beside him and Aubby stirred, making soft smacking sounds with his mouth which lead into an enormous - though cute - yawn (added with an adorable puppy whine as he did so).

        "Hey there handsome." Sam spoke finally, his low voice smooth as frozen ice on a lake. Though that simile may be true, it didn't seem that way to Aubby, who jumped with wide eyes, nearly throwing a hard upper cut on Sam's chin if he hadn't shifted away. Sam didn't try holding in his laughter as Aubby finally realized it were only his lover.

        "Samsquatch!!!" he squealed with immediate excitement after the slow recognition prior to waking up. Sam beamed at him, his smile vibrant (he must use crest) and his eyes full of love. Aubby quickly reached up and cupped Sam's face in his hands, their eyes shining. Sam dipped down and kissed him sort of side ways, their lips matching up anyway (because magic). When they eventually broke apart - shuddering for air, of course - they chuckled breathlessly, their foreheads remaining pressed together.