/SAM'S POV\
Sam stretched, blinking open his eyes. Gabriel was sitting on his lap, eyes closed tight, mouth hanging open.
Sam chuckled, placing a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek. Dean sat on the other side of the room. He looked paler than usual, cheeks hollow and sunken.
Sam knew if Cas died, then Dean would go to drinking and probably starving himself for comfort. The thought made the moose shudder.
Sam turned back to Gabriel. He had to be happy with what he had.
