Gabriel could heal them, sure. But he didn't. The bite always scarred over and he likes it that way, it's a permanent sign of his bond to Sam. His mate. Slowly his head tips back, laugh low and raspy. "Mm. Missed you too. Can't tell you how many times I wanted to give Deano a stroke and just appear in your lap while you two were on the road."

He wouldn't - Sam needed time with his brother on the road and Gabriel respected that - but the thought of scaring the holy hell out of Dean once in awhile was a tempting one.