The warning, coupled with the familiar brush of Sam's thumb across him pulls Gabriel out of his trance long enough to smile down and lean to kiss him, his eyes bright with golden light. "It's all right Sam. We're ready." Both Sons are teetering on the brink, their Hunters close with them and the Sons and Daughters waiting for the spell to complete.

Gabriel speeds up his pace, riding his beloved towards the crest and as his orgasm hits and he comes across Sam's chest the spell peaks, washing the entire temple in brilliant light, turning it into a beacon for all those who were once lost.

Laughter. It's the first sound that comes back to him as he raises himself off Sam's chest, shaky after weaving such powerful magic. Laughter of Sons and Daughters finding their Hunters. Faith rewarded with love. He turns his face towards Sam's neck, laughing softly. "We did it. Sam we did it."