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Sam's lips against his. Sam's breath in his mouth. Powerful, Insistent. Fingers against his face. It's so much, it's so overwhelming, it's everything Gabriel ever wanted and he can't even concentrate on it, whether it feels good, because it's such a surprise and it's so not what he was expecting right now. He tears away, pushes himself back and stares at Sam, horror in his eyes.

"I told you!" he says, and his voice shakes. "I said don't do this to me, this one week of all the weeks, don't screw things up, just leave me alone for one week--"

"I couldn't," Sam says, pulling at his arm. Gabriel goes with it, can't fight it. Hands tug him close. "Gabriel, I really-- I really want to be that guy you like-- but I have to know, even if it ruins everything. Tell me, just one way or the other, just tell me--"

Gabriel's eyes slide closed. "Jesus, Sam," he whispers. "Jesus. You stupid idiot."

They're alone in the hallway. If a janitor has passed by, he's been quiet. Even whispering, Gabriel can hear the echo of his words. And Sam's, at full voice, rings around and around in his ears. He's losing his balance. He reaches out, grabs Sam's shirt, and drags himself upward as he pulls Sam's down.

"Tell me," Sam says again, and his lips are too close. Gabriel grabs the scruff of his neck and pulls him in, and their mouths are on each other again. This time, oh God, this time he can feel it all. Excitement and heat and electricity, settling down into the pit of his stomach, making his toes curl and his fingers shake. Sam's breath and mouth warm, the thrill of their closeness. All of this and the kiss barely lasts, only a few seconds, and then they're torn apart again, reeling, breathing heavily, eyes alight.

"Gabriel." Sam's fingers still clutch his arm.

A smile creeps across Gabriel's face, slow and patient as dawn.

Sam lets himself laugh. Shaky, small. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Gabriel flushes red, lays his hand on Sam's. "Yeah. It's you."

"Really?"

The smallness of Sam's voice makes Gabriel laugh. "You sound like a chihuahua."

"That's what you have to say?" But Sam can hear his own voice squeak. "OK, so I sound like a chihuahua."

"I like chihuahuas," Gabriel says. As though that makes it all better. Sam laughs softly and slides his hands around Gabriel's shoulders. Gabriel can't help but lean into it. "You realize you completely fuck me up, Winchester," he murmurs.

"Nah." Sam's lips ghost across his upturned cheek. "I make you a better person."

Gabriel sighs. Sam catches his breath between soft lips. They kiss, gently, exploring. and they're both trembling and sighing by the end of it. Eyes and smiles meet each other.

"I guess I should warn you," Sam says. "I think I'm gay."

Gabriel snorts out a laugh.

"Feels good to say it, though."

"So, uh, Sam," Gabriel says, playing shy. "You wanna go out sometime?"

Sam plays along. "What, you mean, like, on a date?"

"Something like that, yeah."

"Only if you promise to respect me in the morning."

It's been thirty whole seconds without a kiss. Too long. They rectify that.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Hm?"

"How'd you get here?"

"Oh." A glance over his shoulder. "Dean drove me."

Gabriel starts. "Is he waiting out there?"

"Nah. It was, like, two hours ago. I told him to drop me off."

"How the hell are you getting home, then?"

"What? I don't know. I thought I'd ask you for a ride." A blank look. "How are you getting home?"

"I usually hitch a ride with Vic..." And his eyes round out. "Oh."

"I don't have any quarters, man." Sam looks balefully at the pay phone.

"I have my cell on me--" He stands back, picks it out of his pocket and stares, open-mouthed.

"What?"

"No batteries."

"So what, we're stuck at school?"

"The hell you are!"

They both turn around. Dean's standing in the doorway, car keys jangling. "Mom made me come back and get you. Come on, you two." And he turns tail and marches right out of the building.

Sam and Gabriel look at each other. Then they follow.

On the way home, their hands touch gently in the back seat. "I kind of wish we had been stuck at school," Gabriel murmurs.

Sam nods agreement. "It's OK," he says. "We've got lots of time."

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