Ask and ye shall receive.   âSammich, you have to help me.â Gabriel said as he threw himself at his friend, instigating a piggyback. Sam grunted under the sudden extra weight, but instinctively his arms moved to grab Gabeâs legs and hoist him up.  âWith what?â He sighed, handing Gabriel his backpack, who put it on top of his own before clinging to Samâs neck again.  âOkay, I have an art assignment and I have three paintings to do and I need something, or someone to paint and I have no one cute enough to paint except for a certain Moose I know but itâs going to be an all night thingâŠâ He trailed off, and Sam knew exactly what was being asked of him. He sighed, rolling his eyes. Why did he put up with Gabriel again? âFine. But youâre buying me coffee and breakfast in the morning.â   âI knew there was a reason weâre friends.â Gabriel beamed, burying his face in Samâs hair, and Sam chuckled. Alright, this was why he put up with him. He was cute, he was funny, and he was way too hands on and touchy, but Sam was only one who put up with his constant need for hugs and contact âTo my house!âAfter dinner, Gabriel dragged Sam into his art studio, gesturing at the sofa and grabbing his camera. Sam squinted at it.  ââkay, I wanna take some pictures first, probably of you laughing, or pulling a dumb face. Then Iâll need a picture of you lounging in pyjamas - I still have that pair of your pj bottoms here from the sleepover a few weeks ago, and Iâm not sure what I want for the last one.â He thought for a second, before jamming the camera on a tripod, setting it to take pictures every ten seconds. He sat down in front of Sam, tucking his hair behind his ear, and Sam gave Gabriel a loving smile. Gabriel was, other than Dean, the person he was closest to in the world, and he enjoyed the closeness in times like this. As Gabe drew his hand away, a silver coin appeared between his fingers and Sam gasped, camera shutter clicking in the background. Sam grinned, grabbing Gabrielâs hand. âHow?â Gabriel winked.  âMagician never tells his secrets.âÂ
For the next half hour Gabriel just sat there with Sam, playing magic tricks and telling him jokes till tears ran down Samâs cheeks and he was begging Gabe to stop, which he finally did, grabbing his camera and hooking it up to a projector so he could sift through the photos and find the one he wanted to paint. He found it quickly, it was Sam grinning at him, eyes wide and glittering with emotion. Sam blushed when he saw it, and Gabriel clapped him on the back.  âThis is why I chose you Sammoose, youâre so pretty.â Sam went even redder at the compliment before pulling out a book and reading whilst Gabriel got to work. It took him 5 hours to finish the first painting, and he had paint on his hands, face, and even a little in his hair, but Sam had never seen Gabriel happier. He looked over at Sam hopefully, showing off the painting. Sam gave him a thumbs up, and Gabriel let out a happy sigh, before taking photos of Sam lounging and reading. That painting took him less time, mainly because he wasnât trying to convey the emotion in Samâs eyes, and by the time it was over Gabriel turned the camera timer on again, sitting with Sam again, hoping for another candid shot. It was 5am, and Sam was tired. Gabriel made a small noise, tucking Samâs hair behind his ear, and stroking his cheek. Sam leant into the touch, eyes closing, gentle smile playing on his lips.  âMmm⊠youâre such a good artist Gabe⊠âm glad you let me watch you paintâŠâ He mumbled, pressing a kiss to Gabrielâs hand.  âOh, jesus Sam, youâve got paint on your lip now.â he said, glazing over the fact Sam just kissed his hand, and wiping at Samâs bottom lip trying to dislodge the slightly wet dark green paint.  âI donâ care⊠âm jusâ glad I got to spend time with you, youâre so cute.â Sam said, opening his eyes fully and grabbing Gabrielâs face, hands on his cheeks.Gabriel froze at his words.  âWha?â âYou heard me, you golden haired prick, I think youâre fuckinâ gorgeous, and I love beinâ arounâ you.â Samâs eyes were slightly glassy from the lack of sleep, but Gabriel had a feeling that nothing he was saying was a lie. âYouâre so touchy and affectionate and I jusâ wanna kiss you and hold you, yâknow? Youâre so small anâ perfect, and that emotion in the picture you canât figure out? âs love.â Gabriel put a finger on Samâs lips, leaving a little more residue paint. Sam blinked innocently, and Gabriel moved his finger.  âI love you too Sammy, why else would I ask you to stay up all night with me?â He surged forward, capturing Samâs lips in a heated kiss that tasted like paint, but he didnât have a care in the world. The camera shutter clicked, and he broke the kiss, stroking Samâs cheek again. âSleep, Iâll finish this.â Sam nodded, curling up on the sofa. Gabriel draped a blanket over him and stroked his hair gently with a smile. When Sam woke up, Gabriel was passed out with his cheek pressed onto the palette of paint, but the final picture was done. It was done in the brightest colours he had, but Sam recognised what it was from the photo on the projector. It was them kissing, Samâs eyes wide in shock, Gabrielâs closed hands pulling on Samâs shirt. Gabriel had rearranged the photos, lounging being the first, the lovestruck Sam as second, and then neon masterpiece as the third. Sam looked at all three, admiring the way Gabrielâs style changed between them all. The first one was clear brushstrokes, with fuzzy outlines so it looked like a grainy photograph, imagined sunlight basking him in a warm glow. The second was photorealistic and Sam couldnât draw his eyes away from his own as he couldnât help but marvel at the way Gabriel has captured the sparkle in his eyes, and the way heâd blended the green and the brown. The last one was his favourite, and he noticed there was paint all over Gabrielâs hands where heâd obviously done the whole thing by hand, clear thumb strokes where their lips were, thick sections of swirled paint as their hair.At the bottom of each canvas was a small scribble.#1 I will wait, I will wait for you. #2 You are my clarity I swear.#3 The touch of your lips throws my world into technicolour, ultraviolet overdrive.He swallowed the lump in his throat and got up, grabbing a warm damp cloth and came back, pulling Gabe into a sitting position, and he began to clean the bright paint from his cheek. Gabriel woke up, staring at Sam, catching his hand.  âSchool, the paintings. Hurry.â he half slurred, standing up and sliding the large canvasâ into bags, handing one to Sam. âPlease.âThe art director laughed as she saw Gabriel covered in paint and still in his pyjamas when he got to school, only wearing Samâs hoodie because heâd insisted. She also noticed paint on Sam, and thought not to ask, especially when she saw the third painting.  âThese are stunning Gabriel, I wouldnât be surprised if you got top marks,â He beamed, looking up at Sam, and he couldnât decide what was brighter, the electric blue paint smeared across his nose, or the gleam in his eyes.  âSoâs my muse.â He replied, not looking at his teacher.Â