They float through the sky, a glorious blue horizon that stretches on for endless miles in every direction until Gabriel says, "That all you got?", taunting and expectant, so Sam folds his copper-golden wings up behind him and plummets towards the ocean, stretching them out at the last second to soar above the water, the salt-sticky spray of its waves cool on his skin, and although Gabriel's wordless shouts of excitement get swallowed by the roaring wind, he can feel them rumbling through the chest beneath his fingertips.