"You better," he grumbled, letting his eyes drift closed. Sure, he was hungry, but after driving all night, sleep was winning out. He can eat after he gets up.

Gabriel finished up in the kitchen, making a trio of sandwiches and leaving one set aside for Dean. It was fairly mundane work, but it was calming. Easy. He could do it and not have to worry or think about much for a few minutes. He smiled at his mate, watching Sam tug a blanket over Dean.

A family. This is what a family was supposed to be like and he'd never been happier.