Dean, still trying to wrap his head around his own soulmates, is in his room and wrapped in the arms of his own angel. Sorry, he's not getting up even with the promise of pie. This is something he's been missing for far too long. The cry of "Not it!" comes from down the hall, followed by Gadreel's quiet chuckle.
But not everyone is so reluctant to help. Gabriel had been in the library, reading over the lore with a handful of brightly colored markers at his side. (What? Sometimes the Men of Letters got things just plain wrong.) He smiles across the table at Sam. "I'm on it."
A beat later he's beside Jessica, scooping the bags out of her arms and delivering a very loud smack of a kiss to her cheek. It's silly and domestic, but fetching groceries and then lurking in the kitchen or library while Jess cooks and Sam reads? Gabriel can't imagine a better way to spend a Tuesday.
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Date: 2015-10-10 01:39 pm (UTC)But not everyone is so reluctant to help. Gabriel had been in the library, reading over the lore with a handful of brightly colored markers at his side. (What? Sometimes the Men of Letters got things just plain wrong.) He smiles across the table at Sam. "I'm on it."
A beat later he's beside Jessica, scooping the bags out of her arms and delivering a very loud smack of a kiss to her cheek. It's silly and domestic, but fetching groceries and then lurking in the kitchen or library while Jess cooks and Sam reads? Gabriel can't imagine a better way to spend a Tuesday.