A/N: Moderately fun fact: The restaurant mentioned in this drabble is real and their chipolatas are to die for. I am salivating from the thought of them. Come for the view; come back again and again for the chipolatas.
"So, where do you wanna go?" Gabriel asked. "Egypt? Paris? I hear Canada has bagged milk."
Sam grinned. "I'm fine with right here, Gabe. Seriously, this is perfect."
"This is an old house in South Dakota with an outdoor view of scrap metal."
"Perfect," assured Sam.
Gabriel stood from the couch in Bobby's living room to step over to Sam who was seated across from him reading.
He lowered himself behind the chair to lean his chin on Sam's shoulder. He looked at the book in the hunter's lap and tutted at the ridiculously boring contents.
"C'mon, let's go to Australia. I went to this little cafe called Berowra Waters once. Amazing water view and the chipolatas are to die for. Seriously, you haven't lived until you've had these chipolatas, Sammy."
"I don't doubt the view is amazing, Gabriel," Sam said as he closed his book. "Or the chipolatas. But I'm fine here."
"Really?"
"Really."
Gabriel leant back up and snorted. "You really need to get your standards up, kid."
"My standards are perfectly fine, thank you. I chose you didn't I?" retorted Sam.
"Most would find that quite a compliment, but seeing as you think this place is perfect I really doubt that attempt at flattery is-"
"Gabriel," Sam interrupted while suddenly standing very close and pressing Gabriel to the nearest wall. "Here is fine."
Sam slid a leg between Gabriel's and the angel arched while nodding quickly.
"Okay. Here is fine."