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Nolan and his situationship between a werewolf hunter and then a werewolf that had been hunted
The second one lines are from a ine shot iâve written (never published yet tho)
half-dead and barely standing, still tried to finish the trials because he genuinely believed his life was worth less than saving the world. Like. He thought dying was his redemption arc. Iâm actually gonna lose it.
#SABRIEL & #SAMANDY ::
NOW HEAR ME OUT SAM'S GOT A TASTE
they're both devious little fella, they're both confident and flirtatious until it's a person they really like. theyâll flirt for fun, with confidence and sass â but the second itâs someone they actually care about? cue the emotional short-circuit. gabriel goes from cocky to lowkey protective and emotionally constipated. andy gets all nervous and sweet, like âuhh, do you maybe want to... come look at my van?â
both reject the roles imposed on them by powerful systems.
both have major âmischief energy.â smart, sneaky, and absolutely know how to work a situation in their favor â theyâre the kind of guys who could talk their way out of a parking ticket with a grin.
theyâre the âlaid-back, goofy dudeâ archetype. gabrielâs pulling sitcom-level pranks; andyâs living in a van, vibing with his bong. but under the surface? major emotional baggage. both are running from massive responsibilities or pasts that hurt. they just wear it well â until they donât.
when they care about someone, they really care. gabriel literally dies (twice) trying to do the right thing. andy tries to save people even when it means pushing himself too far. theyâre the âyou hurt them, you deal with meâ type â just with jokes and smirks as armor.
both give off âI live alone and like itâ energy but they actually crave connection. they just donât trust easily, and once burned, they stay wary.
both think outside the box â like way outside. gabrielâs chaos is theatrical, and andyâs is more spontaneous. but both are creative, impulsive, and delightfully unhinged when left to their own devices.
my roman empire.

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#SABRIEL
tags: Drabble ĂSlow Burn ĂAlternate Universe - High School ĂHigh School ĂAlternate Universe - College/University ĂAlternate Universe - No Supernatural ĂPre-Law Student Sam Winchester ĂArtist Gabriel (Supernatural) ĂPainting ĂDomestic ĂFriendship/Love ĂFriendship ĂHurt/Comfort ĂUnrequited Love ĂNot Actually Unrequited Love ĂPining ĂPining Gabriel (Supernatural) ĂNerds in love ĂCoffee Shops ĂPre-Stanford Era (Supernatural) ĂStanford Era (Supernatural) ĂStanford University ĂStanford Student Sam Winchester ĂSongfic ĂTitle from a Gigi Perez Song ĂI Wrote This While Listening to Gigi Perez Ă
đ¤SOMETIMESđ¤
chapter 2
Thereâs a moment when you start measuring time differently.
Not in days or weeks, but in goodbyes waiting to happen. In hallway glances that last too long. In sentences that almost turn into confessions but donât. Gabriel didnât expect endings to feel like thisâquiet, stretched thin, like the sound of something unraveling slowly instead of snapping all at once.
He shouldâve been excited. He was leaving. He was finally leaving. So why did it feel like loss?
âDonât forget,â Sam said as he opened his locker, âI need your notes for that art history final.â
Gabriel leaned against the next locker over, pretending not to watch the way Samâs fingers moved. âYou donât even take art history.â
âIâm using your notes to cheat on my civics paper. Obviously.â
âAh,â Gabriel grinned, âmy brilliance lives on.â
Sam rolled his eyes but didnât argue. The hallway was thinning outâlast period had let out twenty minutes ago, and most of the seniors were long gone. Except Gabriel, apparently. Still here. Still... hovering.
He didnât have a reason to be. Not really.
âHey,â Sam said, quieter now. âAre you okay?â
Gabriel blinked. âYeah. Why?â
Sam shrugged, but it wasnât casual. âYouâve been weird lately.â
âWow. Hurtful.â
âYou know what I mean.â
Gabriel swallowed. âI guess graduationâs just... looming.â
Samâs face shifted slightly. A flicker. âRight.â
âYouâll miss me when Iâm gone.â
âOf course I will,â Sam said without hesitation. Then he paused, like he hadnât meant to say it so plainly. âI mean. Yeah. Itâll be weird, not having you around.â
Gabriel looked at him. Really looked. Samâs hair was still messy from gym, and he smelled faintly like chalk dust and detergent. He was staring at his locker like it held answers to questions he hadnât figured out how to ask.
Gabriel wanted to tell him. Something. Anything. That he didnât want to leave, not really. That being around Sam made everything feel a little less sharp, a little more bearable. That heâd started drawing againâreal things, not just shadows and smudgesâbecause Sam had said one kind thing six months ago and meant it.
Instead, he said: âYouâll be fine. Youâve got that whole law-school world waiting.â
Sam glanced at him. âThat doesnât mean I wonât miss you.â
And just like that, Gabriel felt like the floor tilted.
The bell rang, breaking whatever that was between them.
Gabriel gave a lopsided grin, covered in something like panic. âCareful, Sammy. If you keep saying things like that, I might not want to go.â
Sam smiled faintly. âMaybe Iâm saying them for a reason.â
But Gabriel didnât ask what reason. He just walked away, heart pounding, and pretended he hadnât heard it.
The movie was halfway through when Sam finally let himself lean back.
Gabrielâs living room was small but warmâdim yellow lamps, a tangle of throw blankets, the soft hum of the TV casting flickering light across the walls. They were on their third film of the night, something old and full of practical effects and bad sound mixing, but Gabriel was grinning like a kid every time the music swelled. Sam didnât even care about the plot anymore. He just watched Gabriel talk along with the lines.
âYou really know all the dialogue?â Sam asked, low, not wanting to break the mood.
Gabriel tossed a handful of popcorn into his mouth. âSammy. Iâve seen this movie thirty-two times.â
âYou counted?â
âItâs a sacred tradition,â Gabriel said, very seriously. âYou donât just watch Star Wars, you absorb it into your soul.â
Sam huffed a laugh. âNerd.â
Gabriel smirked. âTakes one to know one.â
They fell into silence again, except for the occasional crunch of popcorn and the pew-pew of retro sound effects. Samâs foot brushed Gabrielâs under the blanket and neither of them moved it. Not right away.
Outside, the wind picked up. Inside, it was all warmth and soft colors and Gabrielâs breathing just a little too close.
âYouâre lucky your parents are never home,â Sam said quietly, not turning to look. âDean wouldâve walked in by now, accused us of plotting alien world domination.â
âMaybe we are.â
Sam smirked, but didnât answer. His head tilted toward Gabriel, resting against the couch back, and Gabriel let his eyes flick down for a secondâSamâs wrist against his, the slope of his jaw, the way his mouth was just slightly parted in concentration.
Gabriel could have kissed him. Right then. He could have.
But he didnât.
Instead, he whispered, âWhat if this is the last time we get to do this?â
Samâs brow furrowed slightly. âYouâre not dying. Youâre graduating.â
âSame thing,â Gabriel muttered, then sighed. âEverythingâs gonna change.â
âNot everything.â
Gabriel turned, surprised by how sure Sam sounded.
Samâs eyes were on the screen, but his voice was steady. âIâll still call you. Weâll still hang out. Youâll just be... two bus rides away.â
Gabriel smiled faintly. âOne if I lie to the driver.â
âSee?â Sam bumped his shoulder gently. âOptimism.â
They sat like that until the end credits rolled, not talking, not moving. When Gabriel finally looked over, Sam was asleepâarms crossed, mouth soft, breathing slow.
Gabriel didnât wake him.
He just sat there, watching the flicker of stars on the screen reflect in Samâs hair, and tried not to fall even harder.
The gym smelled like flowers and floor polish.
Chairs in crooked rows. Proud parents holding up phones. Principal giving a speech no one would remember. Gabriel barely heard any of itâhe sat in his gown, cap tilted slightly off center, one knee bouncing. He scanned the crowd for Sam, even though he knew Sam wouldnât be down here with him. He just... looked anyway.
And when it was overâtassels flipped, confetti thrown, hugs exchangedâGabriel stepped outside and found himself blinking against the light, heart thudding with a hollow kind of finality.
Thatâs when she found him.
âCongratulations,â a voice said, smooth as silk and twice as sharp.
Gabriel turned. She was leaning one shoulder against the stone wall just past the gym exitâdark waves spilling over her gown, her posture relaxed, like sheâd been waiting for him. Her eyes caught the sunlight, unreadable.
âKali,â Gabriel said, surprised. âHey.â
âHey yourself.â Her smile curved slow and deliberate. âSo. Freedom.â
Gabriel barked a laugh. âYeah. Something like that.â
She stepped closer, and he couldnât help noticing the way other people instinctively moved aside for her. Kali had that gravityâlike she belonged in the middle of any room. Like if you looked away, you might miss something dangerous.
âYou look good in black,â she said. âYou should wear it more.â
Gabriel blinked. âYouâre literally wearing the same thing I am.â
âDoesnât change the fact that it suits you.â She grinned. âNervous?â
âA little,â he admitted.
She tilted her head. âAbout what comes next?â
Gabriel hesitated. And then, before he could stop himself, he said, âAbout leaving someone behind.â
Her expression softened for half a second. âBoyfriend?â
He laughed. Too quickly. âNo. Just a friend.â
Kali didnât press. She just looked at him like she saw more than she should.
âYou ever think maybe you need to stop waiting for people to notice you,â she said, âand just... move forward?â
Gabriel shrugged. âForward looks a lot like alone.â
She stepped even closer. âDoesnât have to.â
For a second, everything went still. And Gabrielâfilled with a thousand aching things he couldnât say to the person he wanted to say them toânodded.
âWanna grab a drink?â Kali asked, like it wasnât a question.
And Gabriel, feeling stupid and tired and lost, smiled like he meant it. âYeah. Sure.â
Somewhere in the crowd, Sam was clapping for a friendâs photo. Somewhere, the summer was already beginning to end.
And Gabriel walked away in the opposite direction.
#HARRISCO:: stars...so loud...i shouldn't be here
#SABRIEL tags: Drabble ĂSlow Burn ĂAlternate Universe - High School ĂHigh School ĂAlternate Universe - College/University ĂAlternate Universe - No Supernatural ĂPre-Law Student Sam Winchester ĂArtist Gabriel (Supernatural) ĂPainting ĂDomestic ĂFriendship/Love ĂFriendship ĂHurt/Comfort ĂUnrequited Love ĂNot Actually Unrequited Love ĂPining ĂPining Gabriel (Supernatural) ĂNerds in love ĂCoffee Shops ĂPre-Stanford Era (Supernatural) ĂStanford Era (Supernatural) ĂStanford University ĂStanford Student Sam Winchester ĂSongfic ĂTitle from a Gigi Perez Song ĂI Wrote This While Listening to Gigi Perez Ă
đ¤SOMETIMESđ¤
chapter 1
Gabriel never noticed when it started. Maybe it was always there, threaded quiet and harmless between hallway glances and the way Sam tapped his pencil during study hour. It wasnât supposed to mean anything. Not when Sam sat three chairs away, all long limbs and ambition, muttering something about pre-law and scholarships with his hair falling into his eyes. Not when Gabriel was just passing time before graduation, slipping out of chemistry to sketch in the stairwell, smelling like acrylic and lemon gum.
Sam was younger. And straight. And so very serious.
Gabriel liked soft boys with sharp mouths, liked loud girls with fast cars, liked people who looked like neon signs when they laughed. Sam didnât laugh much. He smirked, sometimes. He talked like he had somewhere to be, something to prove, and he looked at Gabriel like he was trying to figure out what didnât fit.
It shouldâve been annoying.
But Sam asked questions no one else did. He watched Gabriel paint once, said nothing for twenty full minutes, then told him the color looked like a bruise. Like something healing. Like something honest.
Gabriel had looked away too fast. His fingers had gone still, and the silence had pressed too close.
Sam never brought it up again. But the next week, he gave Gabriel a book on modern art movements with a sticky note tucked between the pages:
"I think you'd like this. Thought of your stuff on page 63."
He had. Gabriel flipped to that page a lot more than he meant to.
Gabriel flipped to that page a lot more than he meant to.
It was dumb. It was just a book. Sam had probably done the same thing for a dozen other kidsâhe always carried too many books, always had notes tucked into margins like breadcrumbs. Still, Gabriel found himself glancing at that stupid yellow sticky note every time he saw the book on his nightstand. He hadnât taken it out. He hadnât moved it.
Now, the library was quiet except for the gentle hum of the heating vents and the occasional scratch of pencils. Gabe had ducked into the corner table near the back, sketchpad open, but nothing was coming out. Just spirals and half-faces and a smudged fingerprint where heâd rubbed too hard at the charcoal.
He almost didnât notice Sam sliding into the seat across from him.
âYouâre in my spot,â Sam said, not looking up as he pulled a thick binder from his bag. His voice was calm, but Gabriel could see the flicker of amusement around his mouth. A barely-there smile.
Gabriel raised a brow. âDidnât know we were getting territorial now.â
âYouâve sat here every Tuesday for three weeks. I figured that was a declaration of war.â
Gabe smirked. âGuess Iâll just have to fight you for it.â
That made Sam look up. Not all the wayâjust enough that their eyes met, and Gabriel felt it like static. Something unspoken moved between them, familiar and strange.
Then Sam glanced down again and shrugged. âIâd win.â
âYou think youâre stronger than me?â
âI think Iâd bore you into submission with legal jargon.â
Gabriel laughed, genuine and short. It startled them both.
Sam tilted his head, just slightly. âYou should laugh more.â
And Gabriel, heart caught somewhere between a smile and a breath, couldnât think of a single damn thing to say.
***
There are things you donât notice while theyâre happening.
Like how often you start memorizing someone elseâs routine. The sound of their footsteps coming up the stairs. The way their laugh changes when theyâre tired. The little things they do when no oneâs lookingâlike how Sam chews the inside of his cheek when heâs thinking too hard, or how he always taps twice on the lid of a coffee cup before taking a sip.
Gabriel told himself it didnât mean anything. You could learn anyone like this, if you saw them enough. If they let you in enough.
Stillâthere were parts of Sam that Gabriel didnât know how to unsee.
âHey, genius,â Sam muttered, nudging Gabriel with the corner of a textbook, âyour toast is burning.â
Gabriel blinked. Heâd been standing in front of the toaster, staring blankly at the counter. He glanced down at the toastâwell, carbon square nowâand groaned.
âThat was my last piece of bread.â
Sam didnât even flinch. âI brought muffins.â
âDid I ever tell you youâre my favorite person?â
Sam smirked, pulling a crumpled paper bag from his backpack. âOnly every other day.â
They ended up sitting on the Gabrielâs kitchen floor, backs against the cabinets, sharing chocolate muffins and cold coffee.Â
The conversation driftedâschool, finals, college, the annoying new librarian who hated teenagers. Gabriel wasnât really listening to what he was saying anymore. He was too busy watching the way Samâs hand curled around his paper cup, the way his head tilted slightly when he laughed. There was a muffin crumb at the edge of his mouth. Gabriel wanted to brush it away, and that thought hit harder than he expected.
Shit.
He looked away fast, heart skipping in that terrible, familiar way. It was happening. It had been happening.
And Sam didnât know.
WorseâGabriel was pretty sure Sam didnât even think of him that way. Not really. Not the way Gabriel did, not with this low ache in his chest and a thousand words he couldnât say.
âGabe?â Sam asked, voice soft.
Gabriel blinked. âYeah?â
âYou spaced out.â
Gabriel forced a smile, too sharp at the edges. âJust thinking.â
âAbout?â
Gabriel shrugged. âHow badly I want a second muffin.â
Sam laughed. âYou could just ask, you know.â
Yeah. Gabriel thought.
I could.
#HARRISCO:: stars...so loud...i shouldn't be here
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They burn what they canât bury. Not because theyâre ready. Not because theyâve said goodbye. But because the Apocalypse World doesnât wait for grief. â
SABRIEL - ROYALTY
"i'm not running anymore" *looks at sam* BYE
my demons won today i'm sorry. i felt a bit angsty and now i'm sobbing my ass off.
Royalty
(Song: royalty - egzod) The warehouse reeked of burnt ozone and old blood. Sam Winchester stood in the center, shoulders squared, knuckles split, a thin cut tracing his cheekbone. His breath came in ragged gulps, his heart slamming against his ribs. Gabriel was crumpled against the far wall, golden ichor staining his lips, wings flickering in and out of visibility. "You need to stop this," Sam ground out, his voice rough. "You donât have to do this, Gabe." The archangel let out a weak, breathless chuckle. "Kid, I was made for this." Sam clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. He knew what Gabriel meant. The archangel was always playing the long game, the cosmic chessboard, the trickster act just another mask over something old and tired. But this? Letting Heavenâs war grind him into dust? "You think bleeding out here makes you a king?" Samâs voice cracked, something inside him tearing loose. "You think it makes you anything? Youâre not a martyr, Gabriel." Gabrielâs eyes burned gold, flickering between fury and something rawer. "And what am I then, Sam?" His lips curled, the sharp, wounded smirk of a god falling from grace. "Because last I checked, Iâm no hero. Just a runaway prince with a death wish." "Yeah?" Sam stepped closer, hands trembling. "Then what the hell does that make me? Because I sure as hell didnât fight for you just to watch you throw yourself away." Silence. Heavy, suffocating. ThenâGabriel exhaled, a sharp, shaking thing, and something in his gaze broke. Sam caught him before he collapsed completely, gripping his jacket, holding him like he could piece him back together with sheer force of will. Gabriel let out a strangled sound, not quite a sob, not quite a laugh, pressing his forehead to Samâs shoulder. "Youâre an idiot," Gabriel muttered, voice wrecked. "Yeah, well." Samâs hand curled against the nape of Gabrielâs neck, grounding him. "I guess that makes two of us." The light outside flickered, dawn bleeding into the sky. The war wasnât over, the scars wouldnât fade overnight, but for nowâfor now, Gabriel was still here. And Sam wasnât letting go.
i told once, i won't stop until i cosplayed all "jokers". drop it here cause no one cares
Supernatural is so fucking wild. Charlie canât flirt with a guy because sheâs gay, fair. So the obvious solution is to have Dean flirt with the guy??? Genuinely what the fuck is this show

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