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Gabriel slept pretty soundly that night, and woke up the next day ready to knock the play out of the park. He dressed comfortably and tossed his costume into a bag, then dragged Cas out of bed and drove them both to the school.
Gabriel rushed into the auditorium, but Sam wasn't there yet. He sighed and turned back to see Cas walking through the auditorium doors. "Missing Sam?"
Gabriel flushed. "I guess you saw last night, then."
"How could I miss it?" Cas asked, walking down the steps to join Gabriel close to the stage. "My older brother finally finds a decent guy, wanders into the shadows with him, and comes back practically glued to his body. Everyone saw last night."
Gabe wiggled his eyebrows. "Do I detect a hint of Dean-o's manner of speaking there, Cassie? Speaking of last night..." he let the sentence dangle, and Cas was the one to blush this time.
"You are better at matchmaking that I would have thought, Gabriel," he said solemnly, and Gabe grinned, happy to see Cas back to his usual self. "I believe-" Cas paused and wrung his hands for a moment. "I believe that I love him."
"Good for you, little bro," Gabriel said. "Dean seems like a good guy."
The two stood quietly for a moment, looking up at the stage. "Nervous, Cassie?" Gabriel teased.
"Yes," Castiel replied simply. "I always am before something like this. But in a way, that's the best part." He smiled at Gabriel and walked backstage to get dressed. He, as one of the leads, would be spending the most time getting costumed. Gabriel hefted the bag containing his costume and went backstage to change.
He then spent two hellish hours in hair and makeup as Donna, one of the best, fluttered around him attempting to spike his hair; giving up; washing out the gel; blow-drying it back into shape; applying foundation, powder, and blush; sketching eyeliner with light wings and brushing eyeshadow over his lids; and sprinkling glitter over his entire face.
Gabriel looked into the mirror and was surprised at how much he actually resembled a fairy. Not that Gabriel hadn't always known he was a fairy. "Is this much glitter really necessary?"
Donna nodded vigorously. "Yes, definitely. Now go out and break a leg!"
Gabriel heaved himself out of the chair and joined the rest of the crew for their last rehearsal, which was mostly composed of Naomi having a quiet breakdown as she worried about every last detail of the play. Finally, Hannah and Uriel managed to calm her down, and she called everyone off the stage for the last fifteen minutes before the play began. Once in the wings, Gabriel peeked out into the auditorium, which was filling up fast. Sure enough, Dean was front and center. Gabriel waved to him and shot him a wink, and Dean half-smiled, half-blushed while awkwardly waving back.
Naomi came out from behind the curtain, cleared her throat, and launched into a long-winded speech about drama. Gabriel squinted at the tech box, trying to catch a glimpse of Sam, and only remembered to be nervous when she finally started winding down. He practiced the breathing exercises Cas had taught him as Theseus and Hippolyta walked out to begin the production.
The play went off without a hitch. Gabriel came on and offstage, delivered lines, and used props, and the world didn't implode with the sheer force of improbability that was being impressed upon it. Backstage, it was a hurried rush of bodies and murmured lines and props being handed around. Onstage, everything flowed together and created something that Gabriel could almost understand wanting to accomplish more than once. Okay, he could definitely understand it.
Gabriel came onstage, said his last lines, and bowed, signaling the end of the play. As applause thundered from the crowd, the rest of the cast joined him onstage. They linked arms and took a bow, and everyone in the auditorium, in a rush of movement, stood up and continued clapping.
Gabriel smiled until his face hurt and then gently began herding everyone offstage. Once he was in the wings again, his knees began shaking and he almost collapsed into a chair, breathing hard.
"It's okay," said Cas, who had snuck up behind him. "It's just your body finally feeling the effect of that adrenaline. You'll be fine in a moment." He patted Gabriel on the shoulder and disappeared into the dressing room.
Sam's voice resonated in his ear. "You did fantastic." Gabriel turned around to see Sam, who handed him a rose with the amazing smile he'd fallen so in love with.
Gabriel took the rose and studied it, turning it gently in his hands. "Are roses going to become a thing for us?"
"Hope so," Sam said, pulling Gabriel to his feet. "That sounds appropriately romantic. And," he said, leaning into Gabriel and murmuring, "I think you have a promise to keep."
Gabriel flushed as Sam hauled him up to the tech box and locked the door securely, then turned on him. "Oh, the things I'm going to do to you, Gabriel Shirley," Sam muttered, eyes roving over Gabe's body. He fell to his knees and proceeded to make good on his promise while Gabriel moaned above him. Just before Gabe climaxed, Sam pulled off and gently removed both his clothes and Gabriel's, spread a blanket on the floor, then began fumbling in his bag. Gabriel pulled a condom and a packet of lube out of his discarded leggings, and Sam had to smile.
"You had a condom in your leggings?"
Gabriel looked affronted. "I'm like a Boy Scout, Samsquatch- always prepared."
Sam smirked. "I think I'll prep you anyway," he said, and did just that after laying Gabriel out on the blanket. He then sank into Gabriel with a groan.
An hour or so later, the two were snuggled together on the blanket, blissed-out on a high from their multiple orgasms. Gabriel lay with his arms around Sam's waist, head on his stomach. Softly, Sam said, "Was that good?" with the vulnerability that Gabriel had grown to love. He huffed out a laugh and pushed himself upward using Sam's chest. He threw a leg over Sam's waist and leaned down to kiss him again. "That, my Samsquatch, was amazing. And a stupid question, because the guy I'm in love with just fucked me numb. How could that not be good?"
Sam sat up and brushed his lips against Gabriel's nose. "I love you too, Gabriel."
Gabriel wiggled atop Sam's lap. "Does that mean you're ready for round two?"
Sam smirked. "Always," he growled into Gabriel's ear.
Epilogue
Gabriel and Sam both graduated with honors and went to Stanford together. Sam became a hugely successful defense lawyer in California, earning the nickname "Guardian Angel" for his almost uncanny ability to get anyone a not-guilty verdict. Gabriel opened up a pastry shop in the suburbs of Anaheim, captivating the Disney crowd of tourists as well as the locals with his beautiful, delicious sweets. They bought a small home and lived together comfortably in absolute happiness with Dean and Cas living just a few hours away. And if Gabriel sometimes took out the rose that Sam had given him on the night of the cast party, which he had pressed to preserve it, and smelled it while thinking about just how lucky he was... Well, that was his own damn business.