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On Your Doorstep

They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.

But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.

Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.

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Gabriel made a gagging noise at the mention of frat parties. He was older than most students, but even back in the day he had not been keen on parties and drinking and stupid dares.

...Well, maybe the stupid dares had sort of been his thing.

"I'm surprised Jess still likes those things." Gabriel said, finding the antiseptic wipes. Those jerks hit on any and every girl in the room, whether said girl liked it or not. And normally, they did not.

He gave a soft sigh, before handing the packet over to Sam. "I forgot that you shrink when washed. Put that on your face." He added. "I'll make you a coffee. And then I'm going to toss you into an industrial drier."

"She doesn't but it was drag Sam out of his dorm room night and it was the only thing she and Brady could think of to do,' Sam says as he pulls out some wipes and starting to clean his face. "Just a black coffee okay I have a paper to finish tomorrow and need my sleep."

"Sounds great." Gabriel says flatly. "But you know, taking you out for late-night naked paint-balling might have been more fun."

He brings over two steaming mugs of coffee, setting one down in front of Sam and then takes the wipes from him. "You're terrible at this." He says, and presses the antibacterial cloth to the cut on Sam's bottom lip. "How often to lawyers get into fist fights?"

"I don't even want to know if that actually exists," Sam says with a wince as his lip stings. "And for the record I tried to talk them into stopping first they were the dicks who threw the first punch."

"It probably does." Gabriel grinned. "At least on the internet somewhere."

He stops when Sam winces. "Surprise kiddo, jocks are dicks. I don't mean to generalise but," He shrugs, "They are all dicks. Fighting them with fists doesn't help. It doesn't teach them a lesson either."

"Yeah these guys didn't learn a fucking thing," Sam says, "they are already bragging to anyone who would listen that they beat up a pre-law student. Another notch on the nerd belt."

"So I would stop trying to teach them." He says, sinking down into a chair and pushing Sam's coffee towards him. "At least the way you've been doing it. Because seriously? Bruises are really not a good look on you."

Sam colors slightly as he sips his coffee. "I didn't want to fight them,...I hate fighting." Says the man who sleeps with a knife under his pillow and jumps at every little sound. "But I hated the way they were treating Jess."

"You need to find another way to fight them." He said. "Without the throwing-punches and the getting your face messed up. Especially when you have a paper to finish. Jeez."

"And what would you have done," Sam asks knowing that it most likely be something prank like because that seems to be Gabe's MO. "and my paper will get done mother hen you know it always does."

Gabriel pauses, just for a moment, and then grins. "Told their mothers they're harassing girls at parties." He says, then the grin becomes slightly devilish. "But that would probably be step two."

Sam laughs warmly. "You are so lucky you are cute," he teases lightly, "you get away with so damm much sometimes."

Now Sam has never called him cute before. Weird, yes. A great barista, yes. But cute is a new one on him.

"I try." He replies. "But you didn't tell me they hit you that hard on the head."

"What they didn't hit me on the head," Sam said, "Why would you think that?"

Gabriel laughed, mostly at the face Sam was pulling. "You called me cute."

Sam goes bright red and ducks his head. He'd been crushing on Gabe forever, since the first time he entered the shop according to Jess and he really hadn't meant for Gabe to know that. "That's because you are," he mutters his bangs in his face.

Gabriel normally knows when people like him, and he always knows when people are flirting. But he'd always thought Sam and Jess, who frankly was a gorgeous blonde, were an item. So apart from a few freebie drinks and extras, he'd always tried not to flirt.

He's a little lost on how to react for a moment, and doesn't actually reply, not until he's got up from his seat, gone behind the counter and poured himself another coffee.

This one he drinks black, without any sugar at all.

It seems to do the trick.

"Not as cute as you."

Sam goes even redder and looks like he wants to crawl into a ball and die. "I'm not cute. I'm a stupid clumsy moose and trips over his own two feet and gets the crap kicked out of him on a daily basis....I'm nobody."

Gabriel laughs. "You just described the cutest guy on campus." He explains, leaning his elbows on the café counter and propping up his chin in his hands.

"Although I don't think you're a nobody, Sam Winchester. I think you do a lot more for people than you ever let on. A+ student by day, hero by night, that's you."

Sam shakes his head again,. "I'm not Batman Gabe," he says softly, "I'm just a guy who grew up poor and now is trying to make himself better. Nothing special about that.":

Gabriel gave him a knowing look, just for a moment, and then shrugged. "Batman was a douche-nozzle." He pauses, and then casts a look over Sam again, before a wide, appreciative smirk lights up his face. "You're more like Superman."

Sam laughs. "Nah if anyone is Superman it's my brother Dean. He's not scared of anything and he's done things most people would be terrified to even think about. Me I'm Robin maybe or Aquaman at best, The hero no one seems to notice."

Gabriel makes a face. "That makes Castiel Lois Lane. Seriously? I am a much better Lois Lane."

Sam has to think a second then he smiles. "Cas right he's your brother. The weird guy in the coat...kinda stares at me all the time. Lois Lane does seem apt there. He gets into trouble more than I do."

Gabriel nods, "Kinda has a thing for your brother, won't admit it." He explains.

But he shrugs. "The point is, you are awesome. I noticed."

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