Sam settles his hands at Gabriel's hips, rubbing his thumbs in small circles as he watches the other man, his eyes only for his Son. The handprint on his hip, the physical manifestation of their bond, tingled where it pressed up against Gabriel's skin.

Even the reminder that they weren't alone didn't make anything difficult, caught up in the power that they were building together.

"Then let us call them, beloved," he says softly in return. "Let us bring them home and to the arms of those who will loved them, those they have been destined to find through all these ages."