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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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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.

"No...not really," Sam says softly, "I wanted to ask if you believed in angels...like from Heaven with wings and all that."

"I think there is probably a simpler answer to the world's mysteries than angels." He said, looking at Sam wit a slight frown in his face. "Why?"

Sam looks at his hands for a long moment. "Dean and I are going through something and....people claim angels are involved. I used to believe in angels I really did. But now I'm not so sure." He looks up. "I trust you Gabe and I'd really like to know what you think."

Gabriel tilts his head slightly to one side. "You really want to know what I think? Sam, don't get involved. Go as far as you can in the other direction. Angels are bad news."

"I wish I could," Sam says, "I wish Dean had never come back and found me. But I screwed up Gabriel...I screwed up bad and I have to fix it somehow.And the best way to fix it is.....well it's bad."

He laughs softly. "But if I told you you'd call me crazy."

"Try me." Gabriel says and his tone implies that nothing much is going to surprise him.

"I started the end of the world," Sam says, "demons and ghosts are real and angels are too. My brother and I hunt the stuff that goes bump in the night." Sam looks at Gabriel to make sure he's still there and listening.

Gabriel doesn't say anything, but comes back to their seats and gets comfortable, carefully putting down his coffee cup.

"I thought when you came out here to school you were going to be safe from all of this kiddo."

He sighs, "But I guess as soon as that shit happened with Jess, I should have known it wasn't going to be that easy. I wanted to keep you out of this as much as I could."

He should have gone to Sam before, kept him from making stupid mistakes, stopped the seals breaking... but he hadn't. He'd just thought Sam being here would be enough.

Sam looks at Gabriel and anyone who knows him could be able to see the storm brewing on his face. "What the hell do you mean you wanted to keep me out of this? What are you?"

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