Predictably, Sam's nose wrinkles up at the marshmallow bounce, but he just rolls his eyes and grins as well. Because it's such a Gabriel thing to do, now that he remembers more about the archangel than the few times they'd met in this life.

Understood better, now, why Gabriel had been so distant even when both of them could feel that he hadn't wanted to be.

"You're the one doing the correcting," he points out, nudging Gabriel's shoulder as he goes to stand by the archangel. "But, yeah. They're not going anywhere and there's nothing that needs our immediate attention."

Which isn't exactly true. They should be trying to find a way to get Metatron out of Heaven and the angels back in. But, for the moment, they need the time out. The bunker is a safe place and Metatron can't get to them here. For now, it's okay to breathe.