Dean and Cas eventually venture back down for dinner, Dean put out that he had to socialize instead of watching Sherlock with Castiel. The two reach the table first, Dean getting Cas to sit next to him as he talked Johnlock with Castiel.

Sam waits as long as he can push it before he drags himself over to the dinner table. He hated social events in general, but especially ones with the overly outgoing Gabriel. It was almost guaranteed that by the end of the night, he will have embarrassed himself a thousand times over.

John had finished serving and plates of food were distributed among the group at the table. Before long John is busy talking to Becky and Chuck, leaving Sam free to discretely check his phone.

QueenGeek: How's dinner goin'?

Samoose: shite, don't suppose you wanna call with a fake emergency?

Impala67: god please do

Impala67: and then lets all watch Sherlock

Impala67 added CasBee to your group

Impala67: guys this is Cas, Gabriel's older brother

Samoose: For that I'm sorry Cas

CasBee: Hello all

CasBee: Yes, it is quiet annoying having such a brother... somedays I swear I'm adopted

ArchangelTrickster: gosh Cas, you just hurt my feelings

Samoose: So Charles, gonna make that call?

QueenGeek is typing...

"Hey, boy, no phones at the table." John's voice startled Sam to the point where he almost dropped his phone, it sounded calm but Sam knew better.

"Right, sorry Dad." Sam hastily shoves his phone into his pocket and picks at his dinner.

Sam feels someone kicking his foot under the table and looks up to see Gabriel yet again smirking from across the tabletop.

"Why are you always smirking? You do know that there are other expressions out there, right?"

"Oh, so we're talking in person now?"

"Shut up." Sam looks down at his plate again.

"Make me," Gabe winked at Sam, smirking as the taller boy went dark red.

Sam spent a moment trying to think of a reply, his mouth opening and shutting several times. Finally; "I'd rather kiss an alligator."

"My my, Sammy, that's just a bit rude." Gabriel mimed crying. "Why must you break my heart?"

"I don't want to talk to you, I don't know you." Sam glances up at him, surprised to see a flash of hurt cross Gabriel's eyes before his signature crooked smirk reappears.

"I'm sure you'll give in and admit that I am an awesome person."

Now Castiel leaned in, joining their conversation. "Apologies for him... our mother dropped him when he was a baby."

Dean bursts out laughing, Cas smiling proudly as Gabriel sulked. Even Sam found himself chuckling softly.

Then John had to ruin everything, as always.

"So Samuel, I hear you already meet Gabriel, by tripping over him?"

Sam felt his stomach drop.

"Because I'm not surprised, did you all know that my Sam here is the most clumsy person ever? Once he tripped and knocked down and entire row of bikes..."

Sam groaned, blushing red. "Dad please don't-"

"C'mon Sammy, I wanna hear this." Gabriel grinned.

"Sammy here is also rather shy Gabriel, other than Dean, he doesn't really have friends, good little book nerd though." John chuckles.

Sam sinks into his seat as John goes on to describe all the times Sam's shyness or clumsiness has been Sam's downfall, and there was a lot of times.

"I'm heading up to bed, goodnight dad, Novaks," Sam whispers, abruptly leaving the table and all but sprints upstairs as soon as his father nods his consent. He doesn't look at Gabriel Novak once.

~~~Time Skip To Next Day :)~~~

Sam's alarm drags him out of his sleep and into the world. He groans, rolling over and shutting it off before prying his eyes open. Golden rays of the early morning sun were filtering in through the crack in the curtains.

"Rise and shine Sammy!" Dean knocks on his door on the way downstairs.

Once again, Sam groans, pushing himself up into a sitting position and brushing his sleep messed hair flat. Blinking sleep out of his eyes, he slowly pulls himself off the bed and staggers over to his drawers.

Once dressed, Sam heads downstairs to find Dean standing in front of the oven, John had, as always, left for work early.

"Coffees made if you want some Sammy," Dean says cheerfully as he serves up eggs.

Sam makes some noise akin to thank you as he sits at the table with his mug.

Sam was not a morning person. Gabriel, apparently, didn't know this because seconds later, a message pings through his phone.

ArchangelTrickster: Morning Sammy! I'll be seeing you at school later :D

Sam groans in frustration. Great, the last thing he felt like dealing with was that idiot.

"Whats up?" Dean asks as he joins Sam. "Someone annoying you?"

"Gabriel," Sam mutters, "he thinks we're best buddies now, I don't think understands the words shut up and I don't know you."

"Do you want me to kill him? I know where dad keeps his gun."

Sam almost laughs at the serious expression on Dean's face. "No Dean, you can't kill him, besides he'll probably leave me alone once he gets to school and finds other, cooler people. I'm to shy to be his ideal friend."

"I don't know Sammy, he seems to be determined to be buddies with you."

Another message pings through.

ArchangelTrickster: SAMMY? SAMOOSE??

Samoose: Please stop texting me

ArchangelTrickster: Nah, Morning mister grump!!

Samoose: We are not friends, stop acting like we are

ArchangelTrickster: *Gasps* We will be, just you see...

ArchangelTrickster: Sammy? Samantha? Samoose? Sam???

ArchangelTrickster: I'll see you at school then...

~~~~~

Sam walks up to his locker at school, head down and ignoring the loud teens milling about the corridor before classes. He hated school, well he hated the people, he loved the academic side of school. Sighing, he quickly unlocks his locker and stuffs the books he needs into his bag before quietly shutting it, and finding himself face to face with Gabriel.

"Heya Sammy!" Gabriel grins.

Sam mentally smacks his head against the lockers. "Go away, Gabriel."

Gabriel pouts, but doesn't leave Sam alone as the other boy started to walk to his first class.

"Why don't you wanna be friends?"

"Because I like to stick to myself, even Charlie is more Dean's friend than mine."

Sam wondered if Gabriel planned to stay by his side all day, or if the shorter boy would leave before he resorted to violence.

"Shouldn't you be heading to class?"

"I have no clue where I'm going." Gabriel casually sticks a piece of candy in his mouth.

Sam sighs, "what class?"

"History with Miss MacLeod in room 66, you know where that is?"

Sam curses the universe, "yup, unfortunately, same as me."

Gabriel grins, "you'll see Samsquatch, one day you will be wondering why you ever disliked me."

"Please shut up."

Sam tries to speed away from Gabe once they reach the classroom, quickly taking his usual seat as his classmate's chatter loudly around him.

Gabriel sat next to him. Great.

"You do know that there are more empty seats than the one beside me, right?"

"Sorry Kiddo, you can't scare me off now, I'll get you to come around, you'll see."

Luckily, before Sam has to come up with a reply to that, the teacher enters the rooms and class starts. It wasn't until halfway through that Sam realized that throughout the entire conversation with Gabe, he hadn't thought out everything he was going to say twice or three times like usual.

The class went quickly, Gabriel went back to his joking self, annoying Sam with constant, whispered comments and eating sweets as he doodled in his book. Sam was taking notes off the board when he felt Gabriel nudge him, he watched as Gabriel slides a note onto his desk.

3,2,1...

Sam frowns before writing a reply.

What?

Gabriel grins mischievously and nods towards the front of the room. Sam looks up to the front of the room as the door flies open and Sam's science teacher, Mr Ketch, bursts into the room angrily. He was also covered in glittery feathers. The entire class erupts into laughter, and even Sam laughs, covering his mouth was his hand.

"Did'ya think I called myself the Trickster for kicks? This is just my grand start to a new school."

"How did you do that?" Sam momentarily forgets his dislike of Gabe, it was hilarious to see stuck up Mr Ketch like that.

"Bag of glue covered feathers above the door, kinda like a water bucket prank 2.0."

Sam snickers, but jumps when he hears Mr Ketch shouting. His name in particular.

"Mr Winchester, Mr Novak, detention after school."

"What!? But Sir, I had nothing to do-"

"I don't want to hear it, I can see you two conspiring back there. I've gotta say Mr Winchester, I thought you were better than this."

"But Mr Ketch!"

"Silence. I'll see you in my classroom after school."

Sam groans and slumps forward, his forehead hitting the wooden desktop. 'Damn you, Gabriel Novak.'

~~~~~~~

A/N:

*Published 13/09/2017
*Edited 28/02/2019

Peace out, Wayward readers