Dean came into the living room in the morning and stared at the couch for a minute, not entirely sure he wasn't just still dreaming.
Sam and Gabe were asleep, with Gabriel resting almost entirely on top of Sam's torso. He looked almost childlike in comparison to how tall Sam was.
Sam was holding Gabe protectively in his arms. He guessed there was reason enough for that, his whole family was in civil war and his dad was missing. That kind of thing would mess with anybody, even if that anybody was a trickster with a crush on his brother.
He messed up Gabriel's hair as he walked away, like he used to with Sam in the mornings.
Gabriel's integration into bunker life had been slow, but he was their family now, just as much as Cas. He would deny it, but at the end of the day he would never accept anyone hurting Gabriel.
It wasn't hunting anymore. It was just looking out for each other, making sure no one died or started an apocalypse.
That was the family business.