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18 January 2011 @ 10:30 am
[twitfic compilation] Wipe off that angel face (and go back to high school) 3:1/5  
Title: Wipe off that angel face (and go back to high school)
Volume 3: Friendship Caught Fire (Chapter 1 of 5)
Author: tiptoe39
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam/Gabriel High school AU. WIP. Done through twitfic / twitlonger. Thanks to jabber_moose for an amazing title!!

Volume 1: Bully and the Beast
One | Two | Three

Volume 2: You Gotta Be Honestly Sincere
One | Two | Three | Four

Volume 3
Friendship Caught Fire

"Dean. Dean!"

"For crap's sake, Sammy, what are you screaming about?"

"I need you to drive me to the movies."

"What? Forget it. I'm busy. Ask Mom."

"Come on!"

"Geez, you're annoying. What, d'you have a date or something? When do you get your license, anyway?"

"Four more months. Don't remind me."


Sam's actually a bit nervous, walking up to the theatre. What happens now? Does he get to kiss Gabriel again? He really hopes so, but he can't help the feeling these things are gonna be kind of complicated. Will he even get to hold Gabriel's hand? Will he be able to follow the movie with the overwhelming knowledge that he and Gabriel are here on a big-D date, that Gabriel likes him like that? He thinks he'll shake apart waiting for the answer.

"Hey. Tall, dark and cross-eyed. You here waiting for someone?"

Sam turns. "My eyes aren't crossed!"

Gabriel cracks up. Sam grins at him. Gabriel looks good, so good, and what's more, he looks confident. He doesn't have a care in the world, and why should he? He knows Sam's crazy about him. It's Sam who has to worry about the world caving in.

Gabriel buys a stack of snacks more expensive than the movie tickets. Sam helps tote them into the theatre. No opportunity arises for hand-holding. But it does occur to Sam that this date is already different from the ones he went on with Jessica: With her, he worried whether he'd have to hold her hand. With Gabriel, he was worrying if he'd get to.

"I don't even remember the old Tron," Gabriel comments, arranging his snacks in an easy-to-grab configuration around his seat.

Sam watches him work, amused. "It was pretty impressive for its time," he says. "And prescient. It did a good job of forecasting how computers would take over our lives." That last part he just read in a newspaper article, but it sounds good. Impressive.

"You read that somewhere," Gabriel says immediately, and Sam's face falls. Gabriel smirks. "You don't think I'm gonna go easy on you just cause I'm sweet on you, do ya?"

Now it's Sam's turn to smirk. "Did you just say you were... 'sweet on me'?"

Gabriel reddens. "I've been living in the fifties for the past two months, so sue me." He crosses his arms over his chest and sulks melodramatically as the lights go down.

Well, that puts Sam in a pickle. How can he hold Gabriel's hand if he's got them inaccessible like that? Maybe he doesn't want Sam to touch him. Maybe it's a message.

"Psst!" Gabriel's hissing in his ear. "Now would be a good time to pull the yawning trick."

"The what?"

"The yawning trick. You know." And Gabriel takes in a huge breath, reaching for the sky, and slides his arm around Sam's shoulder as he exhales.

Sam giggles. "Well, if you know it's a trick, why bother?"

"Sam!" Gabriel's eyes glow, pleading, in the dark.

Sam doesn't bother with the trick. He just puts his arm around Gabriel's shoulder, letting his hand fall over his chest. Gabriel makes a happy noise. Sam is even more nervous now. But it's a good kind of nervous. Heart pounding, nerves singing, he settles in to watch the movie.

Sam is never going to be able to tell anyone what this movie is about. He hasn't got a clue what is happening onscreen. The words are coming out of the speakers and maybe they're going into his ears, but he doesn't know what they mean. He can't spare the brain cells.

Not when his arm is around Gabriel, fingers twitching just slightly dangling from Gabriel's shoulder. Beneath him, Gabriel is warm, furnace-warm, and a bit squirmy. Sam wants to press his fingers into Gabriel's chest, pushing him into stillness, but he's nervous, and he doesn't want to do anything wrong. His heart is riding high and raucous in his throat.

Gabriel leans forward to grab a pack of Twizzlers. Sam stops breathing. What if Gabriel is pulling away because he's uncomfortable, or because he wants Sam to stop, or give him some space? What if this is a rejection, or a subtle hint that Sam doesn't understand?

But then Gabriel grabs his hand and pulls it down over his shoulder, and he leans a little closer, head touching Sam's chest, and oh God so warm. Sam wants a million things, and he's afraid of a million things. His back is stiff.

The smell of strawberries is overwhelming. Sam's getting hungry. "Hey," he whispers, "can I have one?"

"Hmm?" Gabriel's voice is languid, almost lazy. Oh, God, is he bored? "Oh, yeah, sure." His hand flips up to hand a Twizzler to Sam.

Sam chews on it thoughtfully. Why is he so panicked? This is Gabriel. This is the guy who's been his best friend for months now. They've never had trouble talking. By all rights, he should be perfectly comfortable. So what the hell is his problem?

The package of candy crackles again. "You want another?"

Sam's not done with his first one, and he's about to say so when he looks down and sees Gabriel looking up at him, a Twizzler sticking out from between his teeth.

Oh. OH.

Sam nibbles on the end of it and in his peripheral vision he can see the smile fade from Gabriel's face, see his eyelids droop. For an instant of synchronicity, he feels Gabriel's nervousness mirroring his own, and it gives him a surge of confidence.

He plucks the candy from Gabriel's mouth and kisses him.

Oh God. Sam's whole body lights up. Gabriel's mouth is warm and eager under his, and he swears he hears a bit of a groan. The Twizzler in his hand drops to the ground, and that hand is too sticky-sweet-wet to go anywhere, so it just hovers in midair and trembles as the kiss goes on.

Someone kicks the back of Sam's seat, maybe-possibly on purpose, and he ends the kiss, drawing back to look at Gabriel in the dimness. Gabriel's eyes are downcast, his lips are smiling and glistening, and Sam suspects he may be blushing.

"We need to do more of that," he says impulsively.

Gabriel gives him a wary look. He is as cautious now as Sam is reckless. But he answers, "Yeah, I'm down for that."

He leans against Sam again, pulling down Sam's palm to lick the sticky candy taste from it. Sam shudders hard, but when he's clean he loops both his arms around Gabriel and they watch the rest of the movie in comfortable silence.

Gabriel's oldest brother, Michael, picks them up from the movie theater. It's the first Sam's got a look at him, because for all the times Gabriel's been over, Sam has yet to meet the remaining members of the Archer family. Gabriel asked him to come over after the movie, so it looks like he's going to get his chance.

Michael's an imposing guy, with dark hair and eyes and a grave demeanor that reminds Sam a little bit of Dad, makes him alternately like and dislike the guy. Not that he knows him at all. Gabriel takes the front seat, talks animatedly to Sam in the back, but the fact that he rides shotgun -- and that he doesn't touch Sam as they enter the house -- tells Sam that the Archer boys don't know the nature of their brother's relationship with him.

He gets introduced to Raphael, whose face is round and whose eyes flash at Sam as though passing judgment at first glance. It makes Sam wonder what Gabriel's said about him to his brothers already. This house is feeling more and more like the lion's den. Thank god their dad isn't home. Sam can only fear meeting him.

"Thought you had another brother," he says as he and Gabriel ascend the stairs to his room.

"Eh, Lucy's never here these days."

"Lucy? You have a brother named Lucy?"

Gabriel laughs. "No, his name's Luke. I just got used to calling him that, apparently it's what Ms. Moseley used to call him. She said he was a bleeding heart. I have no idea what she was talking about."

"Not a bleeding heart, then?"

"Not hardly."

Sam's eyes light up as they enter Gabriel's room. It's strangely sparse, except for a collection of gossip magazines and checkout-counter tabloids - the kind that boast about alien love children and Elvis - scattered over the floor. An ancient-looking computer hums obstinately in the corner. The closet door is open, and hangers are jaunting outward at an angle, as though clothes were pulled from them hurriedly. The place has the look of a room that's recently been hurriedly escaped.

"So I take it your family doesn't know," Sam offers. Gabriel frowns at him. "About you and me. Or you, in general."

Gabriel keeps frowning, though, and Sam begins to feel a little like a bug under a microscope.

"Does yours?" Gabriel finally asks.

"Mine?" Sam blushes. "No. They don't. I mean, Dean knows I'm ... thinking about it. I think. But Mom and Dad don't--"

"Then there's no way my family knows anything," Gabriel says flatly. "You actually talk to your folks. Honest to God, we're just like a bunch of strangers sleeping in the same house."

Sam's taken aback. "That's awful."

"That's life." Gabriel sidles up to him. "Can we do something more interesting?"

His eyes are glistening lust at Sam, and Sam doesn't know how to take it. He looks around nervously. "What, in your house? With your brothers around?"

"As long as you kiss me quietly." Gabriel's lips brush against his ear. "I think you can handle it."

Sam was going to launch into a whole discussion, figuring out what they are and what they should say and to whom, but Gabriel's obviously not interested in talking. And what's more, Gabriel's interested in kissing. Him. That's way too big a temptation to pass up.

He takes Gabriel's face in his hands, tries to ignore the uncertain pounding of his heart and the feeling he's avoiding something that he should be doing, that this is happening for the wrong reasons. But the minute Gabriel's lips touch his, suck greedily at his, pulling his lips apart -- nothing in the world could be wrong then.

They're standing, awkwardly, in the middle of the floor, kissing and kissing, with all the time in the world. Nothing moves but them, nothing disturbs them. It's nearly a perfect moment to Sam. And then Gabriel tugs him toward the bed and sits, not pulling Sam down on top of him although that's a possibility. But he does lean up against the wall, hold his hands out to Sam, who sits beside him. Completely upright, completely respectable. Pull apart and it'd just look like they're talking.

Only they're not. They're exploring each other's lips, exploring how hands feel on shoulders and wrists and tangled in hair, and when Gabriel slides his tongue against Sam's there's such a rush of indescribable sensation -- like eating a ripe strawberry, but without taste, just feeling -- that Sam actually gives a small yelp. Gabriel hisses "shh" and Sam winces. But there's a smile up against his now, and this feels good. great even, and Sam lets Gabriel do it again and again. He doesn't know what to do to excite Gabriel, where to go, but he's looking forward to finding out.

That's as far as they get that night. And they don't end up having that conversation. It'll come. Eventually. For now, it's good enough that Sam goes to sleep with a grin on his face and a secret in his heart. He can't wait for school tomorrow, if just to see Gabriel again. This is so, so exciting.

It's not a very common name, but for whatever reason, there are two girls at Lawrence High named Ruby. One, Ruby Castle, is a farmer's daughter. She's blonde, a tomboy, taking no guff, but completely genuine in all her interactions.

The other Ruby, Ruby Veldt, is almost completely her opposite. From the outside, she is: dark-haired, feminine, and full of guile, presenting a tough front that doesn't do a lot to hide her porcelain self-esteem.

The kids at Lawrence call them Snow White and Rose Red. They're not friends. They don't associate with each other. The only thing they have in common is their first name.

They're not even in the same year. Snow White Ruby is a senior, a friend of Dean's. Rose Red Ruby is in Sam's year. And in most of his classes. And, more and more often lately, in his face.

"Did you go to the play?" she's asking as he settles into his desk in Ms. Harvelle's English class. (Yes, Jo's mother. Jo doesn't take her mom's classes as a rule.)

Sam is the type who isn't out-and-out mean to anyone. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. It was pretty good."

Ruby waits until Ms. Harvelle is in the room before saying, "I thought Jo was really, really good."

"Yeah, she was cute," Sam says. His mind's on Jo's co-star, on the heady kisses they traded last night and the warmth of his body against Sam's.

Ruby takes it the wrong way. "You think Jo is cute?"

"I just meant in the play."

"So you don't think she's cute?"

Sam casts a worried gaze at Ms. Harvelle, who, if she is listening, doesn't show any sign of it. "I dunno. I guess she's cute enough."

"Sam." Ruby rolls her eyes. "I heard you broke up with Jess. And I heard you came to all the rehearsals. People are gonna talk." She makes it sound as lurid and scandalous as an episode of Dynasty.

Sam reddens. "You think I'm into Jo?" He speaks so loudly that this time, Ms. Harvelle's head does rise.

"Well?" Ruby's eyes are huge brown globes glittering with curiosity.

"I went to rehearsal so I could bring Gabriel dinner," Sam says peevishly. "That's it. I don't know what you're thinking about."

"I was just asking." Ruby makes it sound like he's just insulted her. She tosses her hair, puts on her injured-but-brave face, and returns to her desk. If Sam were a little less self-absorbed, he might try and reassure her. But his brain is still stuck replaying last night, and he doesn't even notice.

When homeroom rolls around, and Gabriel grins at him with a shared secret, Sam forgets all about it.

Morgan O'Conner: SPN Sam Gabriel ART by psychocatgirlmorganoconner on January 18th, 2011 03:49 pm (UTC)
*sighs happily* I'm happy to see this being updated here still. Since my twitter presence has...rapidly declined, I don't have easy access to new parts the way I used to. And today, I did a random search for the hashtag, and discovered most of whatever you've updated is no longer available that way. There was some wibbling.

So I shall sit and wait patiently, watching LJ for more of this 'verse because it is one of my favorite things ever.


Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on January 18th, 2011 04:16 pm (UTC)
Here's a hint: Go to Volume 1, Chapter 2 and scroll down. there is a comment where I'm updating with links to all the chapters.

*huggles you*
Darkamberdarkamber on January 18th, 2011 05:17 pm (UTC)
I really like this! ♥

Is there a scene missing between chapter 2 and 3?
In this chapter Sam and Gabe are going on a date, and Sam's wondering if he gets to kiss Gabe again - but when did they kiss the first time, and agree to go on a date?
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on January 18th, 2011 05:37 pm (UTC)
Have a look at the previous part, Volume 2, Part 4.

Edited at 2011-01-18 05:38 pm (UTC)
Darkamber: cat embarrasseddarkamber on January 18th, 2011 07:48 pm (UTC)
*facepalm* I thought this was part 3 of vol. 2...
Laurenjabber_moose on January 18th, 2011 06:56 pm (UTC)
I'm rolling around in this forever, making happy noises. I'm going to make it a blanket, and cuddle up with it and it'll keep me safe and warm. Yeah, that's about it.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on January 18th, 2011 07:38 pm (UTC)
AWWWWWWWW YAY!!!! *is happy to have fanfic double as blanket* <3 <3 <3 LOVE YOU HONEY so glad you are liking it :)
Chaos, Panic, Pandemonium – my work here is done.: supernatural--gabriel oh snapriveroceansea on January 19th, 2011 04:57 am (UTC)
I love this. :Laps up all the Sam/Gabriel love:
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on January 19th, 2011 01:50 pm (UTC)
<3 so glad you like it!
cassiopeia7: Gabriel: green wingscassiopeia7 on January 28th, 2011 02:58 pm (UTC)
\o/ \o/ \o/ !!

Oh, my Chuck, I'm so glad you're still working on this! I haven't been on Twitter this month at all, and since I hadn't seen any HSAU journal updates from you in so long, I was getting worried.

But, yay! There's more! And what a chapter. Best first date EVER! As soon as Sam asked for a Twizzler, I was SO hoping that you'd go the Lady and the Tramp spaghetti-kiss route. And then you did, you awesome woman, you!! (Alas, it seems that Sam was too kissin' eager to re-enact the scene properly, but it was close enough to make me happy. *huggles you*

Now. Who was it that kicked Sam's theater seat and interrupted the kiss-fest? Should I be worried, especially since the boys are trying to keep things quiet?

And, erm . . . Ruby v.1 AND Ruby v.2?? \o/ Bring it ON!

*huggles fic*

*huggles you*


*remembers manners*

More, please? XD
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on January 28th, 2011 03:32 pm (UTC)
GAH! *huggles the crap out of you* I ADORE YOU! HI BB! *giggles stupidly*

How could I avoid the Lady and the Tramp cliche XD too good. But yes, Sam was like O HELL YEAH and couldn't wait. gah, i love them <3 <3 <3

you will see lots more of ruby 2, as i like her better XD a whole bunch of new chars coming up in the next installment!

Edit: D'oh, actually, in the 3rd installment - I just posted part 2 of this and thought you were commenting on that. I'm dumb XD

Edited at 2011-01-28 03:34 pm (UTC)
cassiopeia7: Calvin&Hobbes: gulpcassiopeia7 on January 28th, 2011 04:37 pm (UTC)
There's been another chapter posted since this one? I'm STILL behind? Will the new parts be appearing in your daily Twitter updates? I've been clicking away on those, but I've only seen your lovely picspams, no fic. What am I doing wrong?

Aside from not hanging out on Twitter enough, that is. XD

Might you point me in the direction of this new chapter? Please? (There might be an artistic type of bribe offered if someone were to, say, provide a link to this new chapter . . .)

Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on January 28th, 2011 05:08 pm (UTC)
Silly head. Try clicking on my username and going to my journal. It's like the third entry down. :P :X
cassiopeia7: Jensen: bowlheadcassiopeia7 on January 28th, 2011 05:56 pm (UTC)
Oopsie! XD

(Today is "low IQ day" for me, can you tell?)