Hey, he was human. He was allowed to dream, right? While Sam mulls over his answer, Gabriel started shoveling sugar into his coffee cup until it's roughly the consistency of caffeinated syrup. A slow nod. "The simple life. Not a bad dream. You two've earned it that's for damned sure."

His smile echoed Sam's. Faint and touched with wistfulness. "Average Joe life coupled with coffee with an ex-Trickster? Doesn't sound too bad for a happy ending, Sam."

He inclines his mug at Sam, tapping them together briefly. "To happy endings."