Funny after.. however long apart, they still know exactly how to lay together. Which arms go where, how to tangle their legs up without making it uncomfortable, or even how to duck an arm beneath a secondary wing. Gabriel noses against his jaw, kissing him again. GabrielandSam, SamandGabriel, they were together - that was all that mattered.

"You and me both Sammy." Whatever had happened to them, they'd figure it out. And after? Well. Unraveling the Mark of Cain and setting Heaven right again? Small potatoes. He'd found Sam again. They could conquer anything as long as they were together.