Hello! This is my third SPN fic, and I hope you guys enjoy it! It's going to be a work in progress of course, and I got the prompt/thing for it from post/75740122499/highschool-au. It's an absolutely lovely Sabriel blog and if you're a hardcore shipper you should definitely check it out! Review please! Also, warnings for homophobia and bullying in this!

Through the thin hallways and classroom walls of Kripke High, not a single soul couldn't hear someone yell, "Hey, Poindexter! Been to the Fag Convention lately?" And you could bet money on it, just about all of the students (and some of the teachers) laughed or held back a smile along with it. They weren't the most wonderful people, and no one would do anything about it, because they thought it was hilarious.

Well, everyone except for Sam Winchester, the school's obligatory nerdy and unpopular kid. His features consisted of a tall, lanky build of a body (six feet tall and still growing), floppy brown hair that always fell in front of his wire-rimmed glasses, ripped up jeans from the many falls he had endured from bullies, a plain gray sweater from the thrift store downtown, and blue braces that he's had since middle school.

Not only was he teased and harassed for his looks, but everyone in town knew that Dean, Sam's older brother, dropped out of high school three years ago. Dean just always gave up when it came to homework, and since the Winchester family moved frequently from place to place after a house fire killed their mother sixteen years ago...Dean was never able to catch up on anything and stopped caring.

And that made them believe that Dean was stupid, or just didn't care about himself. But that wasn't the case at all, the teachers never gave him the time of day for him to catch up on his work or to make sure he was on the same level as the other kids. As a result, Sam became known as the 'kid with the dropout brother' among other things. But Dean was happy, working in Bobby's garage or Ellen's bar, making more money than most did.

So after hearing his daily insult from someone, Sam trudged through the halls, head hung in shame and also avoiding the eyes of people's stares and smirks. All of Sam's few friends were home sick with the flu, so today he ate lunch alone.

But that was alright by him, he had spent most of his school days by himself, so he brought his math textbook and read it while munching on his sandwich, occasionally fixing his glasses when the slid down his nose...he needed new ones, this pair being too big to fit properly onto his face. His dad refused to pay for new ones, saying that Sam could suck it up and deal with it like a real man.

Trying to drown out the snickers and chattering surrounding him, Sam tried desperately not to cringe at the small whispers of 'fag' or 'fairy' directed towards him. He never understood homophobia; why be afraid of someone's sexuality if it has nothing to do with you?

Also why care about the gender someone prefers to sleep with as long as it's consensual and safe? It wasn't his fault he was gay, it was just who he was. And if people couldn't deal with that, it was their problem, not Sam's.

But that didn't make their words hurt any less.

A ball of paper was thrown onto Sam's table, and he looked up from his book to see who threw it, but everyone was now talking to their own groups of friends and didn't seem to notice the bewildered nerdy kid. Grabbing the paper and opening it, Sam expected it was some pathetic insult made by the group of jocks that sat next to his table, or maybe it was just a piece of trash someone decided to throw at him. That was pretty normal for Sam Winchester.

It took him a while to finally open it, but eventually he did, and it read in messy handwriting:

Meet me behind the school building at 3 tomorrow, I've got something for you, kiddo.

Sam couldn't believe what he was seeing. He almost thought he was asleep and this was all some dream. Pinching himself and wincing, Sam now knew that this was reality.

The only person that Sam knew who said 'kiddo' to anyone was Gabriel Deysaw, the infamous prankster that tortured students and teachers. He was a good guy, just loved to screw around with people. He was loyal to his friends and charming to those who caught his eye. Gabriel oozed confidence and popularity, and everyone wanted to be around him.

Short with gold eyes and honey brown hair, Sam had a small crush on him the minute he saw him freshman year, and it stuck ever since, his stomach doing flips whenever he saw him in the hallways or his heart pounding when someone mentioned his name.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't small...but it was still a crush.

Sam crumpled the paper back into a ball and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans. Smiling shyly to himself, butterflies found their way to Sam's stomach and he secretly could not wait till tomorrow. He found it hard to concentrate on his textbook, barely being able to focus without thinking about tomorrow and the person he'd be seeing. The words just seemed to jumble together and appear like a blob of ink, and sounded like nothing.

The lunch bell rang and students poured out of the cafeteria, shoving their way past Sam and telling him to move. But he didn't care, not letting their verbal stabs bother him.

He had something to look forward to for once.