#SamGabeHSAU -
Sam goes back and asks Jo about it the next day at rehearsal. While Gabriel's scarfing down fish tacos, he sidles up to her and asks, "So how come you asked that? About me and Gabriel."
She shrugs. "You know. You guys are so close. And Gabriel's kind of..."
"Kind of what?"
Jo gives him a patronizing look. "He's into musical theater."
Sam processes this, and he can't quite decide how to feel about it or how to respond. "So you think Gabriel's..." He remembers the girly magazine and shakes his head. "Naw, there's no way."
"Hmm." Jo doesn't seem particularly inclined to argue. "Guess my radar's off-kilter. You know him better than I do."
"Your radar?" The corners of Sam's mouth twitch. He has a funny image of her as an antenna-toting robot.
What she tells him then is astounding enough that he actually has to go to the source to confirm it.
He gets peals of laughter in lieu of an answer. "What?" he complains fruitlessly. She said girls can tell when a guy is gay. Is it true?"
Sarah regains her composure the quickest. "Depends on the guy," she says. "Some guys it's obvious. Some not so much."
"How can you tell?"
"I don't know that you can really put it into words." Madison is more mature, more composed. She talks in a low voice. "It's... Well, look at Barnes and Damien."
"That's cheating," Sarah argues. "They're out."
"But they still fit the type," Maddy counters. "You've got the sweet tall skinny guy and the short manly dude. They just kind of fit."
Sam nods, but he doesn't get it, not really. He has a vague sense that those descriptions might just be pertinent, but he can't quite bring himself to puzzle out how.
And the more he sees of Gabriel, the more he wonders... until he decides it's time to bite the bullet and ask an expert.
He knocks on Dean's door.