#sabrielau

*Part 1 here*

Sam woke the following morning with his arm slung across a very topless Gabe. A small smile graces his lips as he studies Gabriel, who was still peacefully asleep against Sam’s chest. They hadn’t gone any further than removing their shirts last night, but Sam still felt like he was in heaven.

‘People say this is bad, unnatural, but I’ve never felt happier,’ Sam thinks, hugging Gabe closer as the shorty stirs.

“Mornin’ Samoose,” Gabriel says in a sleep filled, husky voice.

“Morning Gabe,” Sam presses his lips against Gabriel’s temple, causing him to giggle and roll over to face Sam.

“So, this turned out a lot better than I expected,” Gabriel whispers, gazing into Sam’s eyes.

Sam presses a kiss against Gabe’s lips. “Oh? How did you think it was going to go?”

“I was scared you’d punch me or something,” Gabriel grinned sheepishly. “You can’t blame me for that though, people frown upon me based on my personality alone, if they knew I liked guys… I’d loose my job.”

Sam kisses Gabriel again, “well, I’m glad you risked it.”

The two spent the day hidden in Sam’s room, exchanging kisses and talking as the hours blurred by. Eventually Sam leaves for dinner as Gabriel goes down to the workers gallery, grinning ear to ear as he decided there was no better way to spend his day off.

Sam spent the entirety of dinner day dreaming about the life he and Gabriel could have once they reached America.

“Mr Winchester? Are you alright?” One of Sam’s dinner companions, Crowley MacLeod was watching him curiously.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was just thinking about what a nice night it is.”

Crowley smiled, their other companions nodding in agreement.

“That it is,” A girl named Jessica Moore smiled kindly at Sam.

“Should be smooth sailing tonight, and hopefully tomorrow as well,” Crowley added.

“That’s if you don’t worry about the ice berg warnings they’ve had today,” Michael Singer frowned, taking a long sip from his whiskey glass.

Sam almost got distracted again when the whiskey reminded him of Gabriel’s eyes, then another worried voice joined their conversation.

“Ice bergs? But this ship is unsinkable, isn’t it?” Kevin Tran asked, looking sick.

“Of course, the captain won’t let it even touch an ice berg though, so I don’t see why you two are worried,” Crowley said smoothly.

The conversation turned onto other subjects after that, the matter of ice bergs forgotten. Sam just nods along, occasionally speaking when someone spoke to him, but the rest of the time he spent day dreaming about Gabe again.

Finally dinner was finished and Sam excused himself from the group, claiming to feel ill. Rushing back to his quarters, his grin came back as he saw Gabe waiting for him, casually leaning against the wall.

They slipped into the room, locking the door behind them, and sat on the bed.

“What’s going to happen when we reach land?” Gabriel suddenly asks, breaking the comfortable silence.

Sam shrugs, “I honestly don’t know, do you, do you want to be… uh, dammit I don’t know, together?”

Gabriel chuckles as Sam stuttered and blush, and Sam glares playfully at him as he replied. “I would love to try this,” Gabriel grins.

They end up lying together, Gabriel’s head on Sam’s chest as the taller boy plays with his hair.

Meanwhile, on the top decks of the ship, a look out spotted a looming mass in the gathering haze, and Balthazar Novak hurried to pick up the telephone to warn the bridge, ringing the warning bell as he did so.

Sam and Gabriel heard some sort of commotion, but were too caught up in each other to take much notice.

It was an hour later, Sam was happily kissing Gabriel when the ship pitched dramatically.

The two shot upright, eyes wide as they clutched each other.

“What was that?” Sam asked, pulling Gabriel closer as shouts filled the halls, the ship jolting again.

“I don’t know,” Gabe said distractedly, clinging to Sam.

They grab their shirts and tug them back on, running out into the corridor to see what was happening.

“Everyone to the lifeboats! Woman and child board first!-“

Sam didn’t hear the rest of the words that the sailor was shouting, the people rushing around them chaotically were too loud.

“Gabe-“ Sam grabbed the shorter boy and pulled him closer.

“Don’t lose me in the crowds,” Gabe said fearfully, holding Sam’s hand tightly.

Even in the chaos, some people shot them looks, but for the most part they were ignored as people ran for the safety of the life boats.

“L-lets go,” Sam pulled Gabe, struggling through the crowd.

The stairs were blocked, people were making it up, but very slowly.

Sam pushed and pushed, but they were still stuck near the bottom nearly an hour later. This was because crowds from upper levels had pushed in and everyone one was trying to get out of the lower levels. So when water first started seeping in, panic began washing through the crowd, driving people to act even more reckless as they surged up like wild animals, now ignoring the poor worker who had been trying to make people file out in a calm and ordered fashion. This was all it took for the crowded line to start moving.

Sam keeps a tight grip on Gabriel’s hand as they moved, wet shoes squeaking against the hard floors.

“Sammy! We can take the workers short cut,” Gabe shouts, tugging Sam along as they reach the next floor.

The ship pitched up again, sending people around them sprawling as they fought against the flow of this floor’s habitants.

Gabriel leads him through a door and they start running down the narrower corridor even as water began sloshing at their feet.

Dashing up another set of stairs, it wasn’t long before they reached the decks. Here, it was even more chaotic than downstairs, and Sam noticed Gabriel was scanning the crowds, as if looking for someone.

“Gabe, who is it?”

“My brother! Balthy, he works on the ship too,” Gabe had tears in his eyes.

“We’ll find him,” Sam promised, kissing Gabriel’s cheek and leading him away from the life boats that the woman and children were frantically climbing into.

They run across the deck, yelling Balthazar’s name as loud as they could.

“Balthy? Has anyone seen my brother Balthazar!?”

“He went downstairs looking for you,” a passing sailor calls out as he rushes to help people onto the life boats.

Sam was distracted momentarily, in a blind moment where all he could see was a lifeboat that only had half the people it could hold being launched. He was temporarily angered by this, which lead to him going to run over and stop them from launching more prematurely. Then he realised in his distraction he hadn’t notice Gabe slip is hand free, and now the golden haired man was nowhere to be seen.

I’m finally on ao3!! I’m posting as often as possible at the moment, but am very busy in my new barista job so I’ll prob only update my fic once a week :D 

He looked out across the ocean, tears in his eyes as he think about how Sam was somewhere out there, silent and still as the ocean moves on around him.

Footsteps sound on the wooden jetty behind him, but he pays them no heed as he mourns the younger Winchester.

“Gabriel?”

Gabriel froze, that voice was painfully familiar.

“Gabe?”

Gabriel spun around, and sure enough Sam Winchester stood there, outlined by the sunshine as he smiled at the crying man.

“Sa-Sammy?” Gabriel stumbled to his feet, eyes wide with disbelief,

“Hey,” Sam smiled sadly as Gabriel made a choking noise.

Then Gabe had his arms around the taller man, not caring if anyone could see them, all he cared about was Sam. He pulls back and stares into Sam’s eyes, then he closes the distance between them, pressing his lips against Sam’s. The kiss was passionate, and Gabriel could taste their tears.

When they finally broke apart, breathing heavily, Gabe had only one question at that moment.

“How?”

Sam smiles slightly, resting his forehead against Gabe’s. “Turns out there was another lifeboat that got launched minutes before the ship sunk, we barely got out and the rescue boats almost missed us.”

“Why didn’t you come back sooner?”

“I was sick, really sick, because our raft had a puncture and sunk right before we were rescued, I was in hospital for ages and when I got out I had to try and get enough some money together to get back to England.”

Gabriel buried his face into Sam neck and cried in relief as the sun shone cheerfully on them.

“SAMMY,” Gabe clung to the side of the lifeboat, tears falling freely as he screamed himself hoarse.

Then, with a last, deafening crack, the RMS Titanic sank into the icy depths. Gabe just watched, crying as everyone still on board went down with it, including Sam.

He wasn’t even aware of the fact that he was screaming Sam’s name until Balthazar was pulling him close, trying to comfort his hysterical little brother.

They were picked up by rescue boats after what felt like hours of floating on the cold sea. The little girl Sam had sacrificed himself for had sobbed herself into an exhausted sleep, curled up against Gabriel’s side.

Gabe himself had spent the time staring out into the sea, not saying a single word, even when they were picked up he stayed quiet. Shocked.

They reached land, and that’s when they were told the news.

The nearby ships had received a distress call from the titanic not long before midnight, and had sent help as soon as they could. Gabriel learnt that the ship had sunk at 2:20 am, Sam had died at 2:20. He wondered how horrible it must have been, how scared and alone Sam would have been and his tears started again.

~~

Gabriel stood nervously outside a small house on the outskirts of London, in his hand was a small box full of Sam’s possession’s he had managed to save when Sam left his jacket with him.

Licking his lips as he tried to ignore the pain in his chest, Gabriel walked up to the front door and knocked. The door opened to reveal a worried looking man with tired green eyes.

“Who are you?” Dean Winchester asked, but from the look in his eyes as the spotted the box, it was obvious he had some idea.

Gabriel fought back another wave of tears. “I’m, I am Gabriel Novak, I was a… fr-friend of Sammy’s on the Titanic.” Gabriel broke off, clearing his throat painfully.

Dean was shaking his head. “He promised…”

Gabriel almost started crying again just at the sound of how broken Sam’s older brother sounded.

“I’m sorry Mr Win-Winchester, believe me, I would give anything to have Sammy back.”

“How?” Dean asked, opening the door wider to let the grief stricken Gabe in.

“He gave up his spot to save a little girl,” Gabriel whispered.

“That’s Sa-Sammy alright…. Putting the innocent before himself.”

Gabriel nods, silently handing the box to Dean.

They sit on the couch, and Dean shakily opened the box. Inside was a letter Sam had been in the middle of writing to Dean, for when they reached New York. There was also the flask Dean had given him for his 20TH birthday. There had been one last thing, something Gabriel had been given by the worker who had made it onto the next lifeboat to get out, which had also been the last. Apparently Sam had failed to get on that as well.

It had been a hastily scribbled note to Gabriel, apologising for leaving him and speaking of the future they could have had. It had been signed, love Samoose, which had set Gabriel off again. This note stayed in the inside pocket of his jacket.

“Sammy,” Dean looked so broken.

Gabriel felt the tears breaking free and stood up abruptly. “I’m so sorry,” was all he could choke out before he was gone, running out of the house and down the street.

Always running from his pain.

It was a sunny day, nine months later and Gabriel was sitting on the jetty near his house with pain in his chest as he thought about Sam. The note was in his hand and a bottle of whiskey by his side.

He looked out across the ocean, tears in his eyes as he think about how Sam was somewhere out there, silent and still as the ocean moves on around him.

It had only taken 48 hours and he had fallen for Sam Winchester, and Gabriel swore he would never let Sam be forgotten.

“Gabriel!?” Sam’s heart missed several beats as he spun around, scanning the busy area. “Gabe?”

A lump formed in his throat as he began running blindly, searching for his Gabe. “Gabriel!?”

A flash of golden hair caught his eye, going into the maintenance corridor, and Sam realised that the shorty had gone off in search for his brother. Sam would do the same.

So he took off after Gabe, shoving through the crowds desperately. He slams through the heavy metal door and takes the stairs two at a time, sallowing back his fear at the sight of glittering water as he got further down.

“GABRIEL?”

Sam froze when he thought he heard a distant reply, the water was steadily rising by now, reaching his calves.

“Gabe?” Sam shouted down the empty corridor.

“Sam!” There was Gabe, sloshing through the waters and dragging an injured man behind him.

Sam rushed over to help him, wincing as the shifting ship sent him into the wall, hurting his shoulder.

“Sammy,” Gabe looked like he was on the verge of tears as they reached each other, Sam immediately helped with the man who he assumed was Balthazar.

“It’s okay Gabriel, they’re still loading the lifeboats.” They made it to the stairs and started climbing them, slowed by Balthazar, who appeared to have a broken leg.

Sam was horribly aware of the rising water, and by the look of Gabriel’s pale face, he wasn’t the only one. Sam thought about Dean, for the first time he began wondering if he would ever see his older brother again.

It wasn’t long before they made it back up to the decks, which seemed even more chaotic than before.

Sam could hear people crying loudly, children screaming for their parents and people praying for help. Sam also noticed there were more people crying for help than there was people who were actually trying to help.

So many lifeboats were gone now, and Sam was determined to get on one before it was too late. He was scared of dying and wasn’t afraid to admit it.

Gabriel met his eyes briefly, Sam’s fear mirrored in his as they search for an empty life boat. But they were nearly all gone, and there were still so, so many people on the deck.

“We’re going to die, aren’t we?” Gabriel bites his lip, tears obvious in his eyes.

Sam shook his head, “I won’t let you die Gabe, we’ll get out of here.”

Then, he heard the words that made his heart leap.

“We have room for a few more!” A man shouts from beside a surprisingly full lifeboat.

Sam ushers Gabriel and Balthazar over to it, fighting through the crowds to get to the front.

“Please! My friend’s brother has a broken leg,” Sam pleads, shoving them forward once more.

The worker hesitates, but he was obviously friends with Balthazar because his eyes soften and he waves them onboard. “That’s the last for the boat,” he calls out, despite the people pleading and crying.

A man steps forward with a girl on his hip, and Sam places them as Mr Harville and his 5 year old daughter, Jo.

“Please, my daughter, at least take her,” Mr Harville pleads.

There was obviously no more room, Sam had doubts about the boat floating as it was. So he did the only thing he could, seeing no one else would do it.

Sam got off the boat, sending a silent apology to his brother and Gabe, then he shrugged his jacket off and wrapped it around Gabe’s shoulders, he wouldn’t need it much longer.

“Sam! Sammy no!” Gabriel tries to follow him, but Balthazar holds him back.

“Sam! No please! Let me go,” Gabriel sobbed, thrashing as Sam throws the little girl onto the boat instead.

“Sam,” Gabe looks at him pleadingly.

Sam felt like his heart was being ripped out as the boat was hurriedly lowered into the water, taking Gabe and his pleading cries with it.

‘I’m so sorry Gabriel,’ Sam thinks, barely noticing the father thanking him tearfully.

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“Gabriel!?” Sam’s heart missed several beats as he spun around, scanning the busy area. “Gabe?”

A lump formed in his throat as he began running blindly, searching for his Gabe. “Gabriel!?”

A flash of golden hair caught his eye, going into the maintenance corridor, and Sam realised that the shorty had gone off in search for his brother. Sam would do the same.

So he took off after Gabe, shoving through the crowds desperately. He slams through the heavy metal door and takes the stairs two at a time, sallowing back his fear at the sight of glittering water as he got further down.

“GABRIEL?”

Sam froze when he thought he heard a distant reply, the water was steadily rising by now, reaching his calves.

“Gabe?” Sam shouted down the empty corridor.

“Sam!” There was Gabe, sloshing through the waters and dragging an injured man behind him.

Sam rushed over to help him, wincing as the shifting ship sent him into the wall, hurting his shoulder.

“Sammy,” Gabe looked like he was on the verge of tears as they reached each other, Sam immediately helped with the man who he assumed was Balthazar.

“It’s okay Gabriel, they’re still loading the lifeboats.” They made it to the stairs and started climbing them, slowed by Balthazar, who appeared to have a broken leg.

Sam was horribly aware of the rising water, and by the look of Gabriel’s pale face, he wasn’t the only one. Sam thought about Dean, for the first time he began wondering if he would ever see his older brother again.

It wasn’t long before they made it back up to the decks, which seemed even more chaotic than before.

Sam could hear people crying loudly, children screaming for their parents and people praying for help. Sam also noticed there were more people crying for help than there was people who were actually trying to help.

So many lifeboats were gone now, and Sam was determined to get on one before it was too late. He was scared of dying and wasn’t afraid to admit it.

Gabriel met his eyes briefly, Sam’s fear mirrored in his as they search for an empty life boat. But they were nearly all gone, and there were still so, so many people on the deck.

“We’re going to die, aren’t we?” Gabriel bites his lip, tears obvious in his eyes.

Sam shook his head, “I won’t let you die Gabe, we’ll get out of here.”

Then, he heard the words that made his heart leap.

“We have room for a few more!” A man shouts from beside a surprisingly full lifeboat.

Sam ushers Gabriel and Balthazar over to it, fighting through the crowds to get to the front.

“Please! My friend’s brother has a broken leg,” Sam pleads, shoving them forward once more.

The worker hesitates, but he was obviously friends with Balthazar because his eyes soften and he waves them onboard. “That’s the last for the boat,” he calls out, despite the people pleading and crying.

A man steps forward with a girl on his hip, and Sam places them as Mr Harville and his 5 year old daughter, Jo.

“Please, my daughter, at least take her,” Mr Harville pleads.

There was obviously no more room, Sam had doubts about the boat floating as it was. So he did the only thing he could, seeing no one else would do it.

Sam got off the boat, sending a silent apology to his brother and Gabe, then he shrugged his jacket off and wrapped it around Gabe’s shoulders, he wouldn’t need it much longer.

“Sam! Sammy no!” Gabriel tries to follow him, but Balthazar holds him back.

“Sam! No please! Let me go,” Gabriel sobbed, thrashing as Sam throws the little girl onto the boat instead.

“Sam,” Gabe looks at him pleadingly.

Sam felt like his heart was being ripped out as the boat was hurriedly lowered into the water, taking Gabe and his pleading cries with it.

‘I’m so sorry Gabriel,’ Sam thinks, barely noticing the father thanking him tearfully.

Sam let out an annoyed huff as his older brother Dean grilled him about being safe and calling as soon as he got to New York.

Hundreds of people milled around them, the atmosphere was full of excitement and awe. The reason being the fact that today was the maiden launch of the Titanic and Sam Winchester was one of the lucky ones to go on it.

“Sammy? Are you listening to me?” Dean shook his brother, who just shrugs him off.

“Dean, I will make contact the moment I get to New York, I promise,” Sam smiles, and Dean just sighs, pulling him in for a hug.

“Sorry Brother, I’m just worried about you, I don’t know why, that ship’s called unsinkable for a reason.”

Sam laughs and picks up his luggage, smiling hesitantly at his older brother. “Well, I best be off…”

Dean quickly hugs him again, worry still in his eyes, “bye then… bitch.”

Sam grinned, rolling his eyes. “bye, jerk.”

A couple of people around them seemed to shoot them looks at their language but for the most part they were invisible in that large crowd.

Then Sam smiles at his brother one last time before turning and melding into the crowd boarding the ship.

~

Sam leaned against the railing on the decking of the Titanic, feeling peaceful as he looked out over the calm waters, the sun setting in the distance.

“Quite a sight, ain’t it?” A cheerful voice chirps out from behind him.

Sam jumped, gripping the rail tighter as he spun around with wide eyes. There stood one of the workers, obviously finished his shift, with a sheepish smile.

“Apologises moose, I hadn’t meant to startle you.”

Sam splutters for a moment, trying to form words.

Finally, “m-moose?”

The shorter man chuckles, “well, I don’t know your name and you are awfully tall.”

Sam blushes, “my name’s Samuel Winchester, you are?” Sam holds out his hand as he studies the stranger.

“Gabriel, Gabriel Novak at your service,” he bows dramatically before shaking Sam’s hand.

Sam was slow to respond, he was too taken aback by the man with the golden hair.

“Sam huh? I shall call you Samoose now that we must be friends.”

Sam snorts, “I barely know you, how can we be friends?”

The man, Gabriel, just wriggles his eyes at Sam and joins him in leaning against the railing.

“I can’t believe we only launched today and yet land has already faded from view,” Gabriel mused.

Sam decides that the man probably wasn’t all that bad, maybe he’d even make the journey more exciting, and leans beside him.

“Yeah, and before we know it, we’ll be in a whole other country,” Sam let a bit of his awe leak out into his voice.

Gabriel nods, “hey Samoose, you don’t sound like you have an English accent, are you from around here?”

Sam shook his head, biting his lip as he gazed out at the water. “No, I was actually born in America, but we moved to England when I was 12 because of family.”

“Ah, well I’m from here but I moved to America with my family about… ah lets say ten years ago now, I was only 10 at the time so I lost my accent, only my older brother Balthazar kept it.”

Sam hummed to show he was listening and Gabriel began telling him all about his family and the different stories he has from over the years. They end up staying out there well into the night talking.

The next two days were interesting to say the least. Sam spent a lot of time with Gabriel when the shorter man wasn’t working and they had quickly became best friends.

Sam only started imagining that there was something else there when Gabriel started shamelessly flirting with him, which Sam quickly realised was just a part of the man’s personality.

He wondered what Dean would think of Gabriel, and found himself excited to tell his older brother about him when they reached New York.

Sam was sitting in his room when a slight knock at the door made him grin widely. Seconds later Gabriel bounded in, shutting the door quickly behind him.

“Samoose! I’ve missed you.”

Sam laughs, “Gabe, it’s only been 9 hours.”

Gabriel sighs, dramatic as always as he flops onto the bed by Sam. “I know, but I-“

Sam looked at Gabe curiously, wondering what was up with him.

“But I- uh, haha forgot what I was saying.”

Sam shook his head in amusement, not noticing the blush spreading across Gabriel’s face.

“So, do you think you will stay in America?” Gabriel asked, looking at Sam.

Sam shrugged, looking at his hands. “Maybe, if I convince my brother to come over I definitely will.

Gabriel was quiet for a long moment, before sitting up beside Sam. “What about… us? Will we stay in contact?”

Sam blushed, if only Gabriel knew… “of course, you are my friend? Are you not?”

Gabe grinned widely, “I am Samoose, you are my best friend now.”

Sam smiled and looked at Gabe, finding himself frozen as he stared into those golden eyes.

Gabe was smiling shyly, his gaze fixed on Sam as they seemed to move closer.

“Gabriel-“

Sam was cut off as Gabe did something that not many men would be brave enough to do in their time, he did the very thing that was hated upon. He kissed a guy.

Sam’s eyes widen as Gabriel’s lips pressed firmly against his, tasting of sugary foods. Then his eyes drift shut as he shift closer, moving his lips in sync with Gabe’s.

Pulling Gabe onto his lap, Sam runs a hand through Gabe’s hair, the both of the pulling apart briefly for air before kissing again.

“Sam,” Gabe whispers, holding onto Sam’s broad shoulders.