That flash of silver may just be something that Sam wishes was there. Or maybe it's his mind trying to sort out what's going on and seeing what part of him thinks should be there.

Or maybe, just maybe, Gabriel is still wearing it.

Before he can answer, a spike of pain goes through his body, stealing Sam's ability to breathe, never mind answer them. But his hand tightens on theirs, not pulling away.

It takes nearly thirty seconds before he's able to gasp a breath back in, body shuddering as Sam turns his head toward Gabriel. "I...I can't..." He swallows hard. "Need sleep. But..." He manages to flick his eyes back to Gabriel. "I'm not going anywhere. I owe you another punch."

He would fight. He had reason to, now.