Special thank you to the people who inspired me to write this- which is literally all of you because you guys are amazing and I’m glad for the fact that we are able to write about this stuff. Thanks guys!

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OTP Prompt: “Imagine Person B is performing for something big or even just a school event and Person A is watching them perform for the first time and is actually tearing up.”

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“I mean, I knew you were a theater kid Sam. So am I, of course.” They both smiled, remembering the fact that they only met because they both loved theater. “But play the main character in the school’s biggest production yet?” Gabriel Novak questioned his insanely tall boyfriend. Sam Winchester nodded nervously.

“So what do you think? Can I play Alexander Hamilton in the school production?” He asked, a slight tremor to his voice. Gabriel smirked.

“Well seeing as I’m  going to be John Laurens, if I can do this then you can be the main character. Not that you couldn’t anyway.” They both smiled before kissing lightly, happy.

For several months it stayed happy. They worked together on their roles, which was helpful seeing as the school was only doing the first act. Then they found out Lin-Manuel Miranda, the person who created this musical, would be coming to see it. And suddenly everything became much more serious. The entire cast studied day and night until even Sam’s grades began to slip. All the characters and their understudies knew every single word, beat, and dance move by heart. And the week before the airing night, Gabriel sprained his ankle and was barely able to walk.

Sam came to visit him in the hospital. “Can you still be John Laurens?” He asked quietly after the initial fussing over his boyfriend. “I’ll always be your Laurens, but I can’t do the first performance. I can do the rest, turns out my ankle isn’t broken, but I can’t dance. Since the next one is a month away, I’ll be good then, but for now Anthony has to be Laurens.” Gabriel smiled sadly. Sam nodded. He wasn’t happy with it, but he knew there wasn’t any way Gabriel could perform this one. And Anthony knew the part just as well as Gabriel (though Sam knew he was no match for Gabriel because Sabriel is the new Lams.). 

“Okay. But I expect you to be there for the next one.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be there at all.” Sam looked at Gabriel with extreme confusion. “I’m gonna be in the audience. What, you think I would miss the chance to see my boyfriend as Alexander Hamilton?” Sam blushed at this. 

“You know, you’re the best.” Sam smiled. They stayed like that for the next week- Sam still working hard but finding time to care for Gabriel as Gabriel did his best to recover so he could be John Laurens. And somehow they made it to that Saturday night- the night of the big show.

Gabriel hobbled in on his crutches, getting literally a front row seat. Right where he knew Sam would throw a traditional wink during one of the songs. That seat was right next to the very center one, where sat a certain Lin-Manuel Miranda.

Gabriel about died then and there. He asked for Lin’s autograph, explaining who he was at a rambling speed. Lin was impressed, saying he’d love to see the show with Gabriel in it and bring his wife and kid with him at that point. Then the show started.

The cast was in tune and on point, everything exactly like the original show. Everyone would have thought it was the original show if they hadn’t known it was a high school they had walked into. The cast was all amazing, as Gabriel knew for a fact, but when Sam walked out as the main character- no one could take their eyes off of him.

It was when My Shot started that Gabriel began to cry. Silently, nothing to disturb the show, but still very real tears. You see, he had never seen Sam in performance, having always been in stage with him. That was how they got together, actually- when Sam asked him to Homecoming after their last performance of Romeo and Juliet, ironically enough. The point was that he had never seen him perform. And by Chuck, he was a good actor. And singer.

Sam rapped as though his entire life depended on him doing everything perfectly. But see, to Gabriel and the rest of the audience (including Lin), Sam was beyond perfection at playing Hamilton. The entire cast was amazing in their parts, but Sam Winchester Hamilton took the cake.

It was after the show when Gabriel began to cry even harder, however. The entire cast had just finished the show. Then Sam took the mic one last time. 

“Thank you everyone, for coming out tonight.” He smiled. “A special thanks to Lin-Manuel Miranda, for writing this astounding musical in the first place.” Lin stood up and clapped for Sam at that. Sam blushed, and damn did Gabriel want to kiss Sam right then and there. But he could barely stand.

“And as amazing as this cast is, we all can admit it wasn’t the same.” The entire cast nodded as the audience looked confused. “This is Anthony,” Sam said as Anthony stepped forward. “He’s the actor who played John Laurens. The thing is that he wanted to acknowledge somebody special.” Sam sent a wink straight to Gabriel as Anthony took the mic.

“Hi. As Sam, aka Hamilton, said there- I have something to say.” The audience payed attention to him respectfully, though they were still confused. “I am the understudy for this part. This was supposed to be played by Gabriel Novak. And the reason we all did this tonight was for him. Gabe, you should have been the one up here, not in the audience with a sprained ankle. You idiot.” Everyone laughed. “But we all agree that we wouldn’t have done as well as we believe we did tonight if Gabriel hadn’t helped to motivate us to do this musical at this level for him. So, my friend, get up here if you can. Because this performance was for you.”

So Gabriel, with enormous difficulty, got up. But he made it up the stairs to the stage as everyone stood up and clapped for him. Sam ran over, pulling him carefully into a kiss.

“Gabriel Novak, will you please go to prom with me, seeing as by that point you should be able to dance again?” Everyone chuckled as Gabriel nodded happily.

“Of course, Sam Winchester Hamilton. I love you.”

“I love you too, Gabriel Laurens.” Everyone chuckled and awwed at that as they kissed again, all clapping.

It was the only time when Gabriel saw Sam in live performance, but he will never forget it. Because that was his boyfriend, who stole the entire show with his amazing performance.

Gabriel was Laurens at the performances after that, and they all did better than before. Lin had brought his wife and kid, just like he had said, and the entire cast got to talk with him and the original cast of Hamilton about pointers because the entire cast was there.

That was a promise the entirety of their High School kept- they, as theater kids, were family. And that bond was never broken because they started their own company where Dean and Castiel, Sam’s and Gabe’s brothers, wrote plays and musicals for their company to turn into masterpieces.

They had a long and happy life, all of them. And every single one of them could trace that back to highschool, when one performance of Hamilton reminded them that they were family. And their family would not be broken that easily, especially when they all shipped Sabriel harder than any other ship known to the universe.

I guess the Sabriel Edition of Hamilton really was good, wasn’t it?

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(Lin_Manuel)

Wow wow wow @linmanuel​ posted 8 of his OG demo tracks for Hamilton and they are fantastic. Also you get to hear him singing all the parts himself and does an amazing Maria Reynolds. It’s truly a terrific peek behind the curtain. 

My wife’s hair the day AFTER the event is always the most cascadey supermodely lusciousness pic.twitter.com/KwOoFoY0fL

Jimmy Fallon is coming to Puerto Rico when Hamilton, with Lin-Manuel Miranda, is performing. It’s rumored, even though Jimmy is doing his show in San Juan—even he can’t get a ticket.

I know this is a rumor, because I just started it. But, that’s how hard it is to get a ticket to see this production of Hamilton in Puerto Rico. And, I have a ticket. I won the Puerto Rican version of the Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory Golden Ticket Award.

Hard to get. Nearly impossible, but there I was at a local restaurante eating a plate of mofongo when I popped open my can of Medalla Light and, instead of hearing the “puessssh” sound of an open beer can, I heard “You’re not going to miss your shot.” I did it. I won a ticket to Hamilton.

I grabbed my Medalla-soaked golden ticket and as I ran down the calle the caballeros pranced their horses beside me, colorful señoritas twirled in my path and the piñatas the el niños dragged behind them came to life. The whole street turned into a Disney-like musical celebrating my ticket to Hamilton.

Or, at least this is how I felt when I logged into the BuyHamiltonTickets.com, and 20 minutes after the tickets went on sale, my computer was selected to try to buy a seat for Hamilton. And, even though I tried to buy the maximum of four tickets, I was only allowed to purchase one. Quite possibly, the last seat available in Puerto Rico, because when I tried to buy one more, the site came back and said “Sold Out.”

I have checked, double-checked, tres-checked and one-hundred times over revisited the email for the time and date of my Hamilton ticket. The email says, “January 9 at 7:30 p.m.”

I’m one step shy of going Memento-style and having “January 9 at 7:30 p.m.” tattooed on the back of my hand.

Now, imagine this:

I’m in Texas for Christmas and I see a New York Times story about Lin-Manuel’s arrival in Puerto Rico, and the lead sentence does not read, “Lin-Manuel Miranda arrives in Puerto Rico to perform Hamilton for Phil Jacobsen, 51.” My initial thought is, “Shoddy journalism.”

No, the first sentence says something like, “Lin-Manuel Miranda arrives in Puerto Rico to perform Hamilton January 12-27.”

Ha. Fake News. I have a ticket for January 9th. I can’t believe that I am copy editing the New York Times from Texas about a story they have written about Puerto Rico.

But. Just in case. Perhaps. Maybe? I’ve made a mistake? I log into my email to re-re-re-times-101-check my ticket.

My date to see the show is January 9th, but, buried in several layers of Google Spam filters there are several emails with the subject line: “Mensanje Importante: Hamilton.”

Yeah, my Spanish isn’t that good so I think, “Either I have an important case of meningitis called ‘Hamilton’” or “I might have missed a message regarding Hamilton.” I opened the email, crossed my fingers and hoped I had some form of tropical chicken meningitis.

The caballeros shot their horses. The señoritas turned into abuelas. The niños had piñatas full of broccoli. My ticket to Hamilton had been canceled.

Three days before I was supposed to be hanging out with Lin-Manuel and Jimmy Fallon, I’m working with the ticketing agency to get a new ticket.

Mensanje no importante: I might miss my shot.