It took time to attune his grace with the quiet pulse of Creation, to recharge his power and repair some of the damage that had been done in the fall. The air was cool and fresh and he felt better than he had in a long time. A sense of purpose with Jessica beside him and Sam on their radar.

Hang on Sammy. We're coming.

"Probably not," he allows with a grin, tearing into a packet of donuts as he hands over the clothes. "Places like this," Gabriel waves vaguely back towards the brook. "They're sources of natural power, echoes of Creation. I can use it to power up as we head towards Sam. I'm getting better. What about you, kiddo? You doing okay?"