*******Updated chapter. No new content but edited for grammar and structure.********
Sam woke up with a start. His dreams were all of fire and pain. He could feel, in his chest, the ache of something that wasn't quite physical; his soul, remembering his days in Hell.
"You okay?"
He looked over at his saving grace, "Hey Gabe. Yeah I'm okay, just a bad dream."
Gabriel stared at Sam.
"Heh sorry. Um, memories of Hell; wasn't too bad but my chest kinda hurts now."
The angel smiled at his charge, "Aww poor Samsquatch. Want me to fix it?"
He knew Sam was going to try to refuse it but the moose needed it. He laid his hand over Sam's chest and flexed his grace. He felt his grace extend out past the physical blocks to slip into Sam's soul.
His soul was pale and fluttering; the hunter's usually strong, lovely soul was panicked. Gabriel was sad to see such a beautiful part of his boyfriend in such pain. He reached his grace a little further and stroked it as if it was an injured animal; which it almost was. As soon as Gabe's grace touched it, the soul was soothed and calmed down. The presence of Gabriel's grace always had a tendency to soothe Sam in soul and body.
"Thanks babe. Guess I needed that more than I thought" Sam said as Gabe's grace retreated from his soul and the glow reduced to show just Gabriel's hand laying on Sam's chest slowly stroking it lovingly.
"You're welcome sugar stick. Now come on, Cas is calling us. I think there's a job."