The Bucket List >> Sabriel ✔️

11: Reenact High School Musical In A Shop

I would do this one ... if I had more confidence 🤗

Oh and if the people in my town weren't such grumpy-ass, can't-take-a-joke shitbags 💁🏻🙊

I seriously need to move to London or New York 😪😒😆

Apologies for my jabbering, on with this bs ~

Sam woke up in a bundle of blankets and a tangle of Gabriel.

What the absolute fuck am I doing here? Sam thought, bringing a hand up to rub his eyes. This isn't my bed...

He looked around at the darkness surrounding him and turned on his phone. The screen lit up, further lighting up the small room around him and his roommate.

Ah. The Nest. Sam remembered the previous night as the events hit him with the force of a bus. He looked down at Gabriel and shook his head. Poor little guy...

The tiny Novak was still curled into Sam's side, his head buried under Sam's left arm, and his thumb in his mouth. Sam couldn't help but crack a small smile at the cute scene. 

Sam was getting rather hungry, and he knew that he couldn't just stay in that closet forever, no matter how much he wanted to, so he decided to head back to his hospital room.

But there was one problem - Gabriel Novak.

Sam tried sitting up, but his friend clutched to him like a koala, somehow still asleep. Sam froze, and turned his head slowly to look at Gabe. The cute patient had removed his thumb to clutch Sam with both arms, and he was making a rather adorable whimper.

Sam sighed. Gabriel wanted to cuddle with Sam in his sleep? Fine. But Sam was getting the hell out of there.

He slowly and carefully navigated Gabriel onto his lap, where his roommate proceeded to stir and sigh into Sam's shirt, making Sam freeze for another thirty seconds, fearing that his little friend would wake up.

Sam snaked his arms around Gabriel gently, then slowly stood up. His friend was slightly heavier than he'd anticipated - damn Gabe, how many sweets you been eatin'? - but all discomfort was lost as Gabriel snuggled in closer to Sam, sucking on his thumb again, and his spare hand clutching lightly at one of Sam's arms.

Sam reached out for the lock on the door, fumbling a bit as it was rather difficult to do so with your sleeping best friend in your arms. He finally flipped the lock off and he opened the door with his shoulder, wincing when the jostled Gabe made another small whimper.

Sam made his way down the corridors and the set of stairs, huffing and puffing and perspiration coating his forehead as the short walk took a bad toll on him. He nudged open the door of his room and shuffled over to Gabriel's bed, moving to set him down, but the trickster only grabbed at Sam tighter. Sam sighed and awkwardly climbed onto the bed with his friend, laying his head back on the pillow and drifting off into a semi-nap as Gabriel's heat sent comfort and relaxation through him.

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Sam was pulled out of his half-slumber by a muffled squeak from Gabe. He was shifting around and pressing his face into Sam's neck, his entire body tense and his eyes screwed shut. His thumb flew from his mouth and his hand grabbed Sam's wrist, and he emitted another whimper.

"A-Ad-..."

Sam stared down at Gabriel, who was now shaking slightly and had moved his hand down to cut off circulation in Sam's hand.

It wasn't the cancer that killed my best friend ... It was himself ...

Sam looked down at Gabriel, biting his lip. His friend whimpered again, and Sam shook him gently.

"Hey, Gabe ..." Sam cooed, hugging Gabriel to him as he shook him. "Hey, wake up, it's just a bad dream ... It's alright, it's all okay ..."

Gabriel let out a breathy mix between a gasp and a sob and his eyes flew open. His big, helpless eyes found Sam's concerned ones, and he buried his face back in Sam's neck, squeezing Sam to him. Sam rocked him back and forth, cooing in Gabriel's ear as his breathing slowly evened out and the trickster relaxed in Sam's arms.

Eventually, Gabriel drew back to look at Sam, smiling slightly with that little smile Sam liked so much. "Thanks a bunch, Sammich ... That was exactly what I needed ..."

He settled back against the younger Winchester, tugging the covers up around them both and sighing contentedly. "You're my cure."

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"Oh, come on Sammay! Just one." Gabriel tried to persuade Sam, waving an alcopop in front of his face.

"No." Sam pushed his hand in Gabriel's face.

"Samsquatch, wise the actual hell up. We're both gonna be dead soon enough - live a little!" Gabriel said commandingly.

(Samquitelikedthattoneofvoice)

Sam faltered.

"Fucking wuss!"

That did it. Sam snatched the bottle from Gabe and necked it.

Within an hour, both boys were as drunk as you could get.

"Gabey, son, what - hic! - is with that haircut?" Sam pursed his lips at Gabriel's lower half.

"Hey I found your - hic! - tedday!" Gabriel's upper half popped up from underneath Sam's bed, swinging Sam's teddy from an eager hand.

"You've got a - hic! - nice ass." Sam commented with a slur to his voice as he ogled Gabriel's behind from where he was now rummaging around under Sam's bed again.

Gabriel slowly slid from under the bed, a wide, drunken smirk plastered across his face. "You've got a nice - hic - face ... And a nice - hic! - mouth ... It looks - hic - lonely, would it like to meet mine?"

Sam was on the floor before he knew it, beside Gabriel.

"I think it'd better - hic! - introduce itself first." Sam giggled.

Gabriel smirked even wider. "Heya Sammich, I'm Gabester's mouth -"

Suddenly, his lips were on Sam's. Sam jumped a little before placing his hands on Gabriel's back, gripping his jacket in his fingers. Gabriel's fingers were in his hair, tugging, and Sam let out a small moan as he nipped at Sam's bottom lip with his teeth. Next thing, they were apart again and Sam struggled to catch his breath as he stared at the boy beside him.

"- Nice to meetcha!" Gabriel finished his sentence, smirking again.

Throughout the night, many things happened, including an escapade in Tesco where Gabriel and Sam performed 'Gotta Go My Own Way' from High School Musical. But neither of them remembered what had happened until the morning after ...