Sam needed a couple of minutes to compose herself, stepping into the linen closet to be by herself for that time. She breathed in deep and held it before exhaling. Slowly she took one of the towels and stepped out, going to the room they kept whatever they didn't need at the time.

Reaching the room she rummaged through one of the drawers, taking out some of Dean's old clothes for Gabriel to wear, they were more the same size as she and Gabriel are. She took some simple clothes and then jeans and a shirt for him to wear for now.

It felt weird, getting their old clothes for a tortured archangel to wear. She remembered Gabriel beforehand, how powerful he had been; able to bend even reality around to his liking.

She firmly refused to remember Mystery Spot and all the pain that had come from that.

Gathering everything she left the room and walked towards the room they had given Gabriel. Reaching it she knocked out of politeness and gave it a moment before she opened it, stepping inside. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom and went to it, knocking once more.

"Gabriel it's me, I just want to drop some stuff off." she said before opening the door. She blinked the steam out of her eyes and set the towel and a pair of clothes on the toilet.

She firmly ignored the bloodstains on the tile and the sink, making a mental note to bring peroxide to clean it up later.

"I'm pretty sure that Dean is going to make food soon. If you want you can eat with us or I can bring you something." she told him, barely making his figure out behind the shower curtain. "And I know that you guys don't need to eat but it might do you some good."

There was no answer and honestly, she hadn't been expecting one. She stepped out of the bathroom and placed the rest of the clothes on the bed, leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

She leaned back against the door to take a deep breath before leaving once more, going towards the front of the bunker towards the kitchen. As she got closer she could hear Dean and Johnny talking about something in low tones.

They both looked at her as she entered. "How's Gabriel?" Dean asked, setting the pan back down onto the stove. Sam took a moment to breathe in the scent of whatever they were cooking, feeling her stomach rumble as she realized just how hungry she was.

"Hanging in there, he was taking a shower." she told him, going to the counter to peer into the pans to see a pasta and meat dinner that Dean was making. "Not talking yet."

"He'll start talking soon and we'll wish that he would shut up." Dean said, rolling his eyes. "Doesn't surprise me that someone would sew his lips shut."

Sam just shot him a look, making him immediately turn back to the dish to stir it.

"Is he gonna eat with us?" Johnny asked her, looking towards the direction she had come from.

"If he wants to, I let him know that he's welcome to." Sam said with a shrug, going to get the plates and utensils from the cabinet, she grabbed four; just in case Gabriel did indeed show up. "I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't."

Slowly, she handed some things to Johnny as well, they readied the table for them as Dean finished the food, bringing it over in a big pot to place on the middle of the table as they sat down.

Feeling someone staring at her Sam turned around, blinking when she saw Gabriel standing in the door frame, shifting in place and looking more uncertain than she could ever remember him being.

"Hey." Sam said softly, making Dean and Johnny turn as well. She could feel her brother's surprise but a quick kick at his shin under the table made sure that he didn't say anything. "We're about to eat, wanna sit with us?"

Gabriels eyes darted from her to Dean and finally to Johnny, lingering on him. Johnny looked at her uncertainty but then back at Gabriel. She could see Gabriel swallow hard but he slowly came into the room with them.

The only available chair was next to Dean and he gingerly sat down in it, staring down at the food on the table as if he'd never seen it before. Wordlessly Dean took his plate and loaded the pasta onto it, setting it down in front of him.

It looked like it hurt Gabriel to pick his fork up and slowly start to eat, almost visibly relaxing into his seat as he did. When he closed his eyes Sam could almost see a hint of tears in his eyes and turned away to look at Johnny instead, asking him if he liked the meal.

"I like everything that Dean makes." he said almost excitedly, eyes sparkling.

"Then it's a good thing I'm the main cook, your mom can burn water." Dean said with a snort.

"I survived Stanford by myself, I can cook." Sam reminded him, fighting the urge to throw her napkin at him.

"You can cook." Dean agreed with her, a smirk tugging at his lips. "But you can't make it good."

"Then it's a damn good thing, don't curse," she added to Johnny. "That you're here to cook for us."

Dean winked at her, taking a big forkful and chewing. Beside him Gabriel had been slowly eating as well, just observing them.

She tried to ignore that he was focused mainly on Johnny and on her meal instead.

For the time being, at least for this meal, this was comforting and peaceful, and she wanted to hold onto that for as long as she could.

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