He was humming to Hey Jude when he walked to the abandoned bathroom on the second floor. His lower arms started to itch, but he just shrugged it off, thinking it was the long sleeves. He wasn't going to smoke today; he was simply leaving the noisy people for a moment. The first thing he noticed as he stepped through the door was the broken mirror. Despite the fact that the bathroom was out of order, nothing ever broke. So that and the fact that one of the stalls doors was closed were rather odd. He walked to the closed door, abruptly stopping his humming as he saw the crimson red drops all over the floor. He felt his heart sink a little when he heard the quiet sob coming from the stall. He carefully opened the door; making sure he did it slow enough for whoever was in there to prepare for someone coming.

Sam curled himself into a ball when the door started moving. He dropped the shard onto the floor, not realizing how hard he had held it. It made a clinking sound as it hit the hard tile floor. Now his hand bled too and it wasn't making his situation better. The door was finally fully open, revealing the person who had caught him. He wasn't particularly tall, but he had beautiful honey colored hair with matching his Champaign colored eyes. He was wearing a dark blue flannel shirt and black jeans. He seemed decent.

When the door was fully opened, he let his eyes wander over the boy who sat on the toilet lid, trying to make himself seem smaller than he was. Gabriel slowly approached him with his palms turned forwards, to make sure the boy didn't think he was going to hurt him. He spotted the glass shard on the floor right next to him but didn't pay attention to it. "Hello." He said, his voice was calm and soothing. He had after all dealt with this himself. The boy stared at him in panic, terrified. "My name is Gabriel, what's yours?" He asked, trying to get the boy to think of him instead of the awful thoughts he knew he had to deal with. "Sam." He whispered in return. It was difficult to hear what the boy said, but he was not going to make him repeat himself.

Sam was terrified and curious of this Gabriel. Terrified for his own sake, what if he told someone else about it? But curious to know why he wasn't laughing at him or calling him names. He hated the feeling of helplessness he was feeling and the fact that he was so utterly exposed in the stall. He quickly rose up, but he was dizzy, which didn't make it any easier for him.

Gabriel grabbed Sam's arm as he was falling over. He carefully sat him down again and kneeled by his side to look at his arms. They had been abused for a long time, there were scars up over his elbows and they were thick. He let his eyes wander downwards and saw the new, deep cuts. On his hand were written some locations written, as to not forget about them. They were only faint, but Gabriel couldn't stop looking at them. He had seen them somewhere else. However, he needed to take care of the cuts. He grabbed some paper towels and pressed them against the younger boy's skin. It would only stop the blood from getting further than to the paper. "Can you hold these in place for me?" He asked, still with the soft and calming voice. Sam grabbed his lower arms as a response, giving Gabriel some time to do what he needed to do. He stood up and left, he was going to see if he could find someone who could get help. He would not leave Sam alone.

Sam pressed the paper against his arms, watching Gabriel stand up and leave the bathroom. That's it, Sam thought, he's going to leave me here and he won't come back. He started crying again, dropping his hands down to let the paper fall off.

To Gabriel's surprise he saw his brother walking up the stairs. As he got closer he saw he had a black eye and a slight limp. He ignored as he found the Sam's case slightly more pressing than his brother's injuries. "Castiel! I need your help. Sam, the new boy, needs help. Can you go and bring someone?" Gabriel rushed to say. Castiel's face paled a little as he said it, but nodded as he turned around, heading down the stairs.

He knew he should get one of the nurses, but Sam's word reminded him of the fact that he had a brother just a few hundred meters away. He headed for the college instead. As he entered the building, a few glances were thrown at him but nothing else. The air smelled disgusting, it smelled sweat and urine. Instead of thinking about how the air smelled he rushed over to one of the older boys and asked him whether or not he knew where he could find Dean Winchester. He said he thought he was down the hall, but that he wasn't sure. But soon enough, he found a boy who stood alone and ran over to him. "Are you Dean Winchester?" Castiel asked, panting from the pain he felt in his ribcage. "Yes, why?" The boy asked. "I'm Castiel, a friend of your brother."

Castiel quickly filled him in on what he knew and Dean's stomach turned. Sam hadn't even lasted a day, he thought he should have considered the possibility. They ran out of the smelly building, and into the clean and fresh one. Castiel guided him upstairs to where their brothers were. Dean entered the bathroom with his heart quickly pounding against his ribs. There was another boy there; he was standing outside one of the stalls with a calm look on his face and arms behind the walls. Dean heard Sam crying as he tried to break free from the arms that hold him still.

Gabriel had come back and just as Sam had picked up the glass shard once more, he had taken it away from him – just as Dean had done yesterday. Gabriel had grabbed his arms and held them in place. Gabriel was a very strong person. He could hold his arms still without trouble, despite Sam's struggles. Sam felt angry, angry at himself and angry at Gabriel who kept him from punishing himself. Then he heard the door open once more, convinced that it was someone who had come to mock him he broke down in tears.

Dean pushed his way past the boy who held Sam, he didn't give a flying shit about who he was in that moment, he needed to get to Sammy. He threw his arms around his little brother's neck and held him there. Dean could feel Sam's struggle to get free, but he wouldn't let him go. He hugged him tighter and heard the door open and then close. He assumed the brothers had gone outside. He refocused back on Sam who had bloody arms and clothes. "Oh, Sammy." He said softly, trying to calm his brother down enough to get him to speak. "I'm sorry Dean," Sam said, tears running downs his cheeks.

Sam relaxed slightly as Dean took over, but tensed up again after a few seconds. He sat down on the floor and dragged Dean with him down. He cried and begged for forgiveness over and over again. Not caring that Dean said it didn't matter, he still felt like he had betrayed him which made him feel useless and horrible. They sat like that for several minutes before changing something.

Sam had stopped crying and Dean pushed both of them up so that they could stand up. Sam held his head down, looking ashamed. Dean laid his hand on Sam's cheek, letting him know it was nothing to worry about. "Would you like to go home?" Dean asked, knowing Sam wouldn't want to stay. Sam nodded, refusing to speak. Dean grabbed his hand and led him out from the bathroom only to find the two brothers out there, waiting for them.

The brothers came out through the door as Castiel took a breath to start arguing with his brother again. Gabriel threw a look at the brothers before nodding; he assumed they were leaving for the day to let Sam recover. Dean smiled thankfully at them both before dragging Sam down the stairs with him and out to the car. They left the school without another word being said.

"Do you think he'll be alright?" Castiel asked as Gabriel scratched his lower arm. "You mean Sam?" Gabriel looked at his little brother as he nodded. "Yes, I think he'll be all right." Gabriel smiled as he mentally added: I'll make sure of it.