It might be a tattered soul, but it's still the brightest one Gabriel knows. Wherever Sam was, he'd always find him, drawn back to him, half-remembered prisons be damned.

They had each other, that was a good start. Gabriel strokes his hand along his side. "Yeah. It is."

"There's something I want you to think about Sammy. A bond, between you and me. One that would never be broken. You'd always sense me, where I was."