Sam woke up to the loud, harsh sound of people shouting. Bolting upright in his bed, he throws the covers off him and silently pads out of his room. He slips quietly down the stairs to see Dean and John all but ripping each others throats out.

Biting his lip, Sam fought back tears as he realised that Dean was, once again, defending him. Sam felt frozen, he wanted to go down and help Dean, but he couldn't move from his spot on the stairway.

It was then that John looked up, eyes livid as he called Sam over, and as Sam shakily approached, he wished their father could be happier. Like how he'd been when they had returned from the hike. Now he was drunk, angry and shouting.

"You boys need to learn to grow a thicker skin, look at how pathetic you are," John growls, pointing at them both unsteadily.

Sam flinched as a drop of whiskey flies out of the half empty bottle in John's hand and splashes on his cheek. But he doesn't make any move to wipe it away as he falls silent.

"If your mother was here...." John trails off as he takes another swig, and Dean clenches his fist.

"If mum was here, you might of actually been a good father all these years, rather than shouting at us and pointing out all our flaws."

John glares at Dean, who stands straighter and glares back.
Then John laughs, "oh, but she's not here, and whose fault is that?"

Sam felt tears well in his eyes, and as much as he tried to suppress them, a few still creep out and roll down his cheeks.

Dean was pissed, "its your fault for driving drunk, stop blaming Sam."

"We wouldn't have been driving it Sam hadn't gotten homesick!" John explodes.

"And that means its Sam's fault? You know it's not, dad, but you still prefer to blame him rather than the fact that you drove drunk that night instead of letting mum drive!"

Sam felt sick, he had always known it was his fault that their mum had died. If he hadn't gotten them to pick him up when he had gotten homesick at a sleepover, his mum would still be here.

"You two are just expensive pains that are a constant reminder of her, and you can't even be proper men and take what life throws at you!"

Sam flinches as John downs the rest of the bottle and throws it at the wall. John, while being verbally abusive, had never been physically abusive.

So when the bottle shattered on impact and a slice of glass cut Sam's cheek, John froze for a moment, wobbling on his feet.

Then, he grabs another bottle and opens it.
"You two are lazy, money sucking pains in the neck," he growls.

Sam was shaking as he tenderly touches his cheek. Dean moves beside, checking the wound with anger and worry in his eyes.
"I'm gonna get us out of here Sammy, one day soon, I promise."

Sam nods quietly. He felt his phone buzz and while John searched for a glass, he checked it.

Gaybriel🍭: heya Samoose, I'm almost at your place

Sam felt cold, he had forgotten Gabe had been coming over to walk to school together.

Samoose✨: I'm not feeling well, just go to school without me

Sam heard his father start muttering and yelling again, and Sam flinches.

"And now, now I learn that my son is a fag," John spits at Sam. "I see you walking out of the school holding hands with another boy, you're sick boy."

Sam feels a surge of anger, how dare he... Glaring at his father, he clutches his phone tighter. "I'm not sick, its not some bad thing."

"Get away from me before I do something we'll all regret," John nearly shoves Sam as he walks past him, and Dean rushes to Sam as he glares daggers at their father.

Feeling miserable, Sam shakes Dean off of him a runs up to his room. Furiously wiping some stray tears away, he sinks onto his bed and works on controlling his breathing.

Dean knocks on the door, but Sam doesn't answer, and when Dean tries to open the door, he made sure it was locked.

His mind kept repeating his father's words, and as the minutes tick by he feels increasingly worse.
Then he heard a small, hesitant, knock on the window. Looking up, Sam was surprised to see Gabe's head poking up and looking through the window.

Frowning, Sam nervously went over to open the window, he really didn't want Gabe to see him like this, but he also couldn't leave Gabe hanging from the windowsill.

"Samoose!" Gabe grins as he rolls into the room.

Sam freezes, listening intently to see if his father was coming to investigate the sound. But thankfully all he heard was his father's pickup truck rolling away from the house.

Sighing in relief, Sam collapses back on his bed and buries his face in his hands. Gabe, having noticed that something was off, carefully sits down beside him and wraps his arms around his boyfriend. Sam relaxed slightly into Gabriel's touch as Gabe runs a soothing hand over his shoulder.

Eventually, Sam was able to lift his head. His face was tear streaked and the cut had mostly dried blood trailing down from it.

Gabriel gasped, hovering his fingers over it. "Sammy, what happened?"

Sam sucked in a breath, trying to think of a believable lie, but nothing came to mind. Instead, all he could think about was his father's harsh words.

"Sam?" Gabriel squeezed Sam's hand. "You know you can tell me right? I'm here for you."

"It was my father," Sam says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What!? Your own father did this?" Gabe had an angry glint in his eyes.

"Its nothing Gabriel, please don't tell anyone."

"Like hell its nothing, does Dean know? Has this happened before?"

"No, its nothing Gabe, Dad hasn't actually seriously hurt us before," technically it was the truth, usually the worst they got was the occasional bruising.
Gabe watched Sam for a moment, worry on his face. Sam meets his eye and offers Gabriel a small smile.

Gabe sighs, leaning in so his lips were almost brushing, Sam goes to close the short distance when a loud knock comes from the other side of the door.

"Sammy? You okay in there?"

"Yeah Dean, I'll be fine," Sam calls back in a croaky voice.

"Just make sure you clean up that cut, okay? You can take the day off school."

"Thanks Dean."

Gabriel smiles, "I can clean that wound up, then maybe we can spend the day watching Marvel movies."

Sam's smile widened at this, and he sits still as Gabe grabs the first aid kit. Gabe carefully wiped an alcohol cloth over the cut, frowning as Sam winced. Soon enough, the sound was cleaned and thankfully wasn't deep enough to need stitches.

Then, once Sam had loaded the first Marvel movie of the night, Sam sat with his back resting against his headboard.

Gabe curled up on Sam's lap, eyes fixed on the screen as he relaxes at the calming rise and fall of Sam's chest. He felt Sam play absently with his hair, and smiled as they push play. He hadn't even realised that he'd forgotten to tell his brothers where he was.

~~~One movie later, Sabriel are still curled up cutely watching another so let's have some Destiel~~~

Dean had stopped by to check on Sammy, only to find his little brother with that mischievous Gabriel. He had to admit, he didn't trust that boy, but at the same time he was glad Sammy had someone other than Dean that was close to him.

Signing, he flops onto the couch and randomly channel surfs, trying not to think about their father. He was failing, John kept invading his mind.

A loud knock on the front door brought a welcomed interruption to his thoughts, and he staggers upright with a wince.

After John had hurt Sammy, and Sam had run upstairs, Dean had confronted their father as he had been leaving. That had resulted in him being shoved against the wall, and now bruising was occurring up his right side.

Shaking his head, he cautiously opens the door, only to find himself staring at a familiar blue eyed, black haired beauty... Wait, no he couldn't think about Cas like that, wasn't he straight? Great, now I'm questioning my own sexuality.

Blinking his eyes, he tries not to think about how it had felt to be pressed up against Cas during that stupid prank that Sam and Gabe had pulled.

"Hello Dean," Castiel smiled.

"Uh Cas, he-hey buddy, come on in," Dean stepped out of the way, letting Cas in before shutting the door and bolting it.

"So, Cas, what brings you here?"

Cas was looking around, his eyes land on Dean and once again, Dean found himself falling into their blue depths.

"Is Gabriel here?"

Dean, still lost in his friends eyes, blinks and shakes his head. "What?"

"Gabriel, is he here?"

"Oh, uh yeah," Dean rubs the back of his neck and blushes. "He's upstairs in Sammy's room-"

"What happened?" Castiel interrupts him, nodding at some broken shards of whiskey bottle that Dean had missed when cleaning up.

"Uh, that's... Funny you should ask..." Dean couldn't think of a lie as he looks into Cas's eyes.
Eyes full of worry.

"Dean, we are neighbours you know, its not like we don't hear things."

*I totally didn't forget they were neighbours*

Dean fell silent as Cas watches him.

"What happened Dean? I could have sworn I saw John shove you against the side of the house after all that yelling."

Dean swallows, "don't fret it Cas, I'm fine, that was nothing."

"It was not nothing, Dean, please just know that I'm here for you," Cas says in his serious, deep, voice.

And that's was when, after putting up with 11 years of his father torturing them, 11 years of having no one he could really trust aside from Sam, Dean Winchester finally found himself looking into the eyes of someone he could trust enough to show his emotions. And maybe, just maybe, he found himself finally starting to fall for this blue eyed angel.

*cue Destiel stare*

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A/N:

So I watched the new Thor today which was awesome 😃
Has anyone reading this seen it or is it not out where you are?

What do you guys think of a Halloween special chapter?

*patiently waits for 13.03 of supernatural to air in NZ*

*gives out pizza while I watch Doctor Who 🍕🍕🍕*

Peace out, Wayward Readers 🌈