The Bucket List >> Sabriel ✔️

08: Steal A TV And Return It The Next Day

Happy new year, bitches

That awkward moment when ur family gets together and then picks on u bc ur the youngest 😢

So I gave my aunt a present and she opened it and it was a Capri-Sun 😎😆

And now my family's slabberin about their neighbours😂🤗

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As day after day passed, Sam found himself getting more and more curious about where his roommate was going in the middle of the night when he thought Sam was sleeping. Sam was usually awake, as he couldn't sleep with the pain that was getting worse each day.

He didn't want to say anything to Gabriel, as the younger Winchester was too polite to upright confront him about it. He decided that he would find out for himself, and one night, Sam lay awake, awaiting Gabriel's rise.

The sugar-addict sat up in his bed at quarter to one. Sam saw the small figure slip out from the bedcovers and heard the soft pad of feet across the hospital floor. The door creaked open and shut.

Sam quickly scrambled out of his bed and darted for the door. He lightly sprinted down the corridor as he saw a shadow disappear around the corner. He turned the corner and saw the figure whisk around another. Sam followed Gabriel down several corridors, wondering just where he was going to, because they'd passed the kitchens a while ago.

At last, Sam came to an empty corridor. He meandered down the deserted hall, inspecting the grey doors he passed. They all seemed to be storage rooms, or file archives.

Why the hell is Gabe wandering around down here?

Sam approached the last door; it was slightly ajar.

And every night, too. Is he meeting someone?

Sam felt a spark of jealously in his chest, and he fervently hoped that wasn't the case.

He pushed the door open just as much to allow him to slip through without making much noise. There was a dim light shining from the end of the room, and Sam crept towards it.

It was some sort of archive. Rows of metal shelves were erected two metres apart from each other, all stuffed to the brim with boxes and papers. Shelving units were built into the walls, and a few drawers were drawn out, showing the files in a neat order. A bare lightbulb hung from the ceiling, but it was off, casting the entire room into a shadowy darkness because of the torch lying on the floor.

Sam crept behind a row of shelves, getting ever closer to the light. He peeked between two boxes and saw the small figure he had been chasing sitting cross-legged on the ground, a box open beside him. He was holding several pictures, and he appeared to be - sniffling?

Sam edged closer and sneaked a look at the pictures. They all contained Gabriel and another guy, both smiling brightly at the camera, sparkles and a certain light in their eyes that Sam hadn't seen in his hyper friend's yet.

"His name was Adam Milligan." Gabriel spoke in a low, steady voice. Sam jumped. "He was my old roommate, before you. We completed ten things on the bucket list before he died. We'd taken all these photos, every time we completed a thing. When he died, they didn't know who to give his possessions to, as he had no known relatives and his parents had left the country straight after they buried him. So they put all his stuff in a box and sent it here. All these photos ... were his. So Balthazar gives me the keys to this room every night and I come here to see them, remember him. Because he was the best friend I've ever had." Gabriel turned to Sam and looked at him, eyes shining way too bright. Two tears spilled out and ran down down either side of the ADHD patient's face. "I promised Adam I'd never forget him."

Sam wanted to reach out, comfort him, hug the small child. Gabriel looked so tiny, so helpless when he was crying. It was breaking Sam's heart to see him like this, to see him hurting. But Sam couldn't move; he was rooted to the spot in shock, shock that his happy little friend could be here now, in this state. What happened to that confident, cheerful Gabe? How could he be hiding this behind that facade of joy and laughter?

This just goes to show that people can fake a smile in the day but at night, be a depressed crying mess. People are fooled into thinking that this person is alright because of their happy smiles and cheerful outlook on life in the day, but they don't know this person. They haven't looked deep enough.

"I know. I understand. I know what you're thinking, I'm a lost cause." Gabriel was saying, pushing everything back into the box. "Nobody wants a depressed lost cause."

Gabriel stood up, wiping his damp face, and brushed past Sam. This jolted him out of his state of stupor and he jerked his arms out, catching Gabriel and spinning him around. The trickster buried his face in Sam's chest, shaking with sobs, and Sam squeezed his body to his.

"I do. You're my lost cause."

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"So you need my help to steal a TV." Balthazar said as Sam and Gabriel stood in front of him in their room.

"Correct."

"And return it the next day."

"Yep."

Balthazar put his hand to his face and sighed. "You're lucky I love you. Come on."

The three young men made their way to the shops, slipping into an electronics store. Gabriel hopped up to the shop employee and started jabbering away as Sam sauntered over to a cardboard display and casually tipped it over. The employee rushed over amid Sam's extremely fake sounding apologies and Gabriel's excited chattering in his ear as the employee gritted his teeth, so very done. With all this distraction, Balthazar had managed to snatch the small TV and slip out of the store with it.

The next day, Balthazar slipped out with the boys again and subtly returned the TV to its shelf in the store. The three high-fived before hearing the, "HEY!" from the previous employee.

Gabriel gasped and grabbed Sam and Balthazar's arms. "RUN!"