Title: It's a Dog Eat Dog World
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Warnings: werewolf!Sam, AU

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Gabriel really should be used to it, by now. Six years since he first met Sam, four and a quarter since their first date and he's heard them all and then some. He made his peace with the fact that his boyfriend is a large furry animal three days out of the month a long time ago.

So the off-hand remark of a punk kid really shouldn't get him this riled up.

But it did and now Gabriel's stalking out from behind the desk, ignoring the way the animals in the waiting room shrink back in instinctual fear-four years and change of very close proximity to a werewolf means Gabriel smells like one and animals tend to react accordingly when he gets angry. Humans, unfortunately, aren't nearly so smart, though some clearly avert their eyes and shrink back as he passes, not wanting to get involved.

"Want to say that to my face, boy?" Gabriel snarls, pressing in close to the kid and keeping eye contact. He'd learned how to be alpha male in situations like this from Dean, Sam's littermate. And facing down this kid after being on the receiving end of Dean's ire is nothing.

The kid goes pale, swallows hard. His eyes dilate and maybe Gabriel's been hanging with werewolves way too much, but he thinks he might even smell a bit of the fear that's nearly palpable now. "Um," the kid says.

"Sam is smarter than you are, kid," Gabriel growls. "He's not an animal. I'd suggest reading one of the many books the library has on the subject, but I doubt you have the attention span to read the cover. And if you can't find the cojones to insult my boyfriend and I to my face, then maybe you shouldn't be saying anything at all."

Behind him, the bell over the front door jangles and yeah, Gabriel really has been around werewolves too much if he can feel the way Sam pauses-probably to get a whiff of what's going on-and then moves slowly to stand just behind him.

The kid's eyes go wide and Gabriel doesn't bother keeping the grin off of his face. Sam's a tall guy, even for a werewolf, and broad, too. And even though he's not an alpha and thus isn't nearly as volatile as an alpha would be, he's still intimidating as hell to look at.

"Gabriel?" Sam asks, several questions rolled into the one word.

Gabriel glances over his shoulder. "Hey, Sam. I was just having a little...chat with my friend here, correcting some of his misconceptions about lycans," he says. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the kid go even paler as he makes the connection. One of Sam's eyebrows goes up.

"Uh-huh," he says, but doesn't press further. "My class got out early, so I was wondering if you'd like to go out for lunch."

"You say the sweetest things," Gabriel says, grinning. "Let me just finish this up, real quick."

Sam snorts, but shrugs and takes a seat nearby. Gabriel turns back to the kid in front of him.

"See, kid, my boyfriend may be a werewolf," he continues casually, "but he's graduating from Stanford with a law degree so he can help people like you. So, next time you feel the urge to mouth off about things you know nothing about, remember that. And pick up a book once in while. You never know what you might learn." He smirks at the boy, then heads back to his desk. "Jess, I'm heading out for lunch. Have Ellen take my next few appointments."

The blonde at the reception desk smiled at him. "I figured. Have fun."

Gabriel's coat went on its hook and he grabbed his jacket. "You're my favorite," he said with a wink. "Come on, Sam. I'm thinking Italian."