"Sam!" The archangel complained from where he lay across the chest of the hunter. "Get up! We got stuff to do!"
"I would," Sam said. "But you're lying on my chest."
"That's not the point!" Gabriel said.
"Then what is the point?" Sam asked, completely confused with the smaller man.
"You need to get up!" Gabriel reiterated.
"Again, I would but you're lying on my chest," Sam repeated.
"Sammy," Gabriel said. "It's Valentine's Day, we can't spend it lying in bed."
"If that's how you feel," Sam said. "Then get off of my chest."
"Samoose," Gabriel said. "We need to get up."
Sam sighed. "You don't actually want to get up, do you?"
"Nope," Gabriel said as he snuggled deeper into Sam's chest.
"Does this 'stuff' you want to do involve lying here and eating sweets?" Sam asked.
"Pretty much," Gabriel said.
"Okay, but Gabe?"
"Yeah?" The Archangel said peeking up at the hunter from his chest.
"Can you poof me up some breakfast?" Sam asked.
"Sure," Gabriel said as he snapped his fingers and Sam's favourite breakfast appeared before him.