"He is a good man. One of the best Marshalls in service," he agrees with a nod. It was hardly a secret that the Winchesters tended to have odd names for one another. Gadreel.. he almost found himself looking forward to earning one of his own. Belonging again.
Gadreel's smile widens a bit. "I think I would like that. Something to eat before we drift and wind up sharing that hangover." Not attempt to drift, but succeed at it. They will succeed and be able to stand on the line again.
The cafeteria is wide and expansive and Gadreel is more comfortable in there than he has been in a long while. He can stand beside Sam and not see the other eyes on him. No, his focus is on Sam and how well they're already fitting together. Walking in step, quiet glances that say more than enough.
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Date: 2014-10-22 02:07 am (UTC)Gadreel's smile widens a bit. "I think I would like that. Something to eat before we drift and wind up sharing that hangover." Not attempt to drift, but succeed at it. They will succeed and be able to stand on the line again.
The cafeteria is wide and expansive and Gadreel is more comfortable in there than he has been in a long while. He can stand beside Sam and not see the other eyes on him. No, his focus is on Sam and how well they're already fitting together. Walking in step, quiet glances that say more than enough.