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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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"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."

Sam blushes again. "So we both noticed each other a lot," he says, "that's good. Really good. I've been meaning to say thank you by the way. For saving Jess from that intruder when I went out of town a few years ago."

Intruder yeah right.

But what Sam didn't know, and Jess had no memory of couldn't make either of them freak out.

"You said thank you plenty at the time." Gabriel reminds him. In fact for a while it had been pretty much the only thing Sam could say to him, and while it felt nice at first, after the three-hundredth time, it didn't give Gabe butterflies anymore. "I was just... in the neighbourhood. No big deal."

Sam knew exactly what Jess had been saved from, Azael had happily thrown that fact in his face during the whole Cold Oak situation he had just been unsure of how to broach the subject with Gabriel. He doesn't want to have to hunt the man he has a crush on if it turns out he should be.

"Uh huh," he mutters, "six blocks in the other direction."

Gabriel laughs. "I was on a walk."

He was certainly not keeping an eye on Sam and his friends. After all, he was just a humble barista and student of business and marketing. How could he have saved a girl from a demon? Demons didn't ever exist outside of BtVS.

"Gabriel," Sam says softly, "can I ask you a question? It's okay if you don't want to answer religion isn't everyone's thing." Sam sighed softly.

"Are you going to ask if my parents belonged to a cult and lived on a weird wife-swapping farm?" Gabriel says, trying not to sound anything but himself.

Honestly? He was a little worried about what Sam Could want to ask.

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