To be fair, most hunters didn't have an archangel on their sides either. Not that Gabriel would prolong Sam's life against his will, he'd been controlled so many times during his life that was a line he'd never cross. But injuries along the way, turning away a weapon meant for Sam? He could do that much.

"Smartass," he murmurs, not even bothering to toe off his shoes or take off his jacket. That could come later. Right now all they need is the quiet and each other. "We stay off the grid for tonight. Tomorrow we can worry about work."