Sam woke up with an uneasy feeling in her stomach. She knew that she had a nightmare, but she couldn't remember what it was about. There was something about pain and humiliation and Lucifer, but she wasn't really sure what the story was. Gabriel was there too, though she thought that she remembered him screaming, maybe begging? She felt exhausted; as though she hadn't slept at all and wiped a hand down her face to dislodge some of the sleep that still clung to her eyes.

When she did manage to pry her eyes open, she sat bolt upright in bed. She didn't recognize this place. She had no idea where she was, and that was terrifying. Last time she woke up in a place she didn't know, she had passed out and there were three guys over her with their pants down. "Gabe?" She called into the room with a hint of panic in her voice.

Gabriel inhaled and rolled over to reach for her arm. "What, Sammy?" He asked her with a voice that was sleep rough and heavy.

She sighed as she began waking up a little more. She remembered now, looking down at Gabe, that they were in their bed, in their apartment. That she wasn't staying at Bobby's anymore and that she was safe as long as she was with Gabriel. "Nothing," Sam told him with a small smile. "I just woke up a little disoriented."

"Are you okay?" Gabriel mumbled as he went to burrow back into the comforter.

"...Yeah," Sam told him as she slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen to make coffee.

"Where you goin'?" Gabriel asked her when she reached the doorway of their room. Only the top of his head was poking out of the comforter, but his eyes were watching her with a quizzical look.

"Coffee," she told him as she continued to walk to the kitchen. It was a simple plan in her mind; get to the coffee maker, start it, maybe have some toast. She didn't factor in, though, that there would be boxes everywhere. "Shit," she whispered under her breath as she stubbed her toe on the boxes that were strewn about the hallway and the kitchen. "Fucking hell. We couldn't unpack, could we?"

She continued muttering under her breath until she found the coffee maker and coffee and set the machine up. It must have been louder, or at least more angry than she originally thought, because Gabriel shuffled to the doorway of the kitchen after a few minutes. "Sammy?"

"Don't call me that," Sam growled at him as she waited for the coffee to perk.

Gabriel ignored that and barreled on. "Why are you slamming things around?"

"I'm not," Sam told him.

"You are. Otherwise I would be asleep right now."

"I can't help that you wake up whenever you hear the wind blow."

"I don't," Gabriel told her. "I do wake up, though, when it sounds like there is a bomb being dropped in the kitchen."

"Well, there's not. You can go back to sleep now."

"I'm good," Gabriel told her.

"Are you always this annoying in the morning?"

"Are you planning on jumping down my throat every morning?"

Sam was about to continue fighting with him, but the coffee pot beeped signaling that the coffee was done. Sam rummaged around in the boxes for a mug and poured herself a cup of coffee leaving some of the coffee in the carafe. She leaned against the counter as she sipped at the cup, savoring the taste on her tongue. "That depends," she told him after she swallowed, "are you going to try to talk to me after I've been sufficiently caffeinated?" She could have said it with malice and anger, but it came out more in a quiet teasing manner.

Gabriel looked at her and smiled, "Nah, I think I learned my lesson." He walked over to the boxes that adorned the floor, swiftly pulled out a mug and then walked to the counter and made himself his own cup of coffee. They sat in silence just waking up with one another, and though he thought that it was a little too soon for this kind of thinking, it was nice. It was nice to have someone to share in the silence with. It wasn't so oppressive if it was a shared silence.

After about a half hour, Sam put her empty coffee cup down and looked to Gabriel. "I'm gonna look for a job today," she told him. He looked up from the sip of coffee that he was about to take with the cup frozen just in front of his lips.

"Yeah?" he asked her with a bit of surprise in his voice. Honestly, he was sure that she would wait a while longer. Not that he was complaining. His bank account would thank her for it, but he was fully ready and waiting for her to get settled, comfortable, with where she was now.

"Yeah...I mean, this apartment is just as expensive as your last one, and you said that the reason that you wanted me to move in with you was so that I could help with the rent..." she trailed off still looking at him.

"Alright," Gabriel told her. "If were going to tell each other our plans for the day, then I might go and see Bobby. Otherwise I'm going to be here. I'll probably unpack. You want me to start unloading-"

"No," Sam told him before he could finish the question.

"...Alright," Gabriel said after a moment. There was a pause and then Sam went back into their room to change out of her pajamas, take a shower and put on some real clothes.

"Well, Sam, we aren't really in need of a waitress," the short guy in front of her told her, "but if you have any bar tending skill, we could use you." He looked as though he had just rolled out of bed and grabbed whatever clothes were laying around. A little jumpy; he was looking around at every small noise that he heard. Other than that he seemed as though he was a pretty normal guy. Maybe not enough sleep, but what can you do?

"I've had some, yeah. Though I might need a refresher course," she told the guy sitting in front of her.

"We'll get you trained up," the guy, her new boss, told him.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Shurley," Sam told him as she got up to shake his hand.

"Chuck," he said as he took her hand to shake it.

"Chuck," she repeated with a smile.

"We'll get you in at some point to train and fill out some paperwork. Be on the lookout for our call, and welcome to The Gates."

As Sam stepped out onto the sidewalk outside of Gates, she realized that she was pretty content. Yes, she was still freaking out internally over Lucifer and making sure that she was looking over her shoulder surreptitiously just in case, but overall, she was okay. She was in a new place, with a new person who has shown over and over that she can trust him, she had a job and a place to live, hell, what more could a person want?

She was so caught up in her thoughts that it wasn't long before she realized that she had walked past her building. Shaking her head, she doubled back and stepped into the lobby of the building. It wasn't until she was in the stairwell halfway to her floor that she realized she recognized the man that was walking along side her but on the other side of the road. She flew up the last of the stairs and barreled into the small apartment.

"Sam?" Gabriel asked her as she ran through the door and toward the window in the kitchen looking down onto the street below. "Sam, what's going on?"

She stepped back from the window looking about as pale as a sheet of paper and looked to Gabriel, who was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. "I thought..." she started, but then stopped, shook her head and looked out the window again, sweeping her eyes over the street.

"Sam, you're freaking me out a little. What's going on?" Gabriel asked her from the doorway. He wanted to move forward and to shake her a little bit, but her arms seemed to not be able to move.

She swallowed and tried to tell Gabriel again. "I thought I just saw Dean."