"Should be some things you can use in the back to set up a decent drying rack," Gabriel offers. Or he'll just create one while Sam sleeps that night. He kind of likes the human, likes his tenacity and his ability to adapt.

He harrumphs at the mention of demons. Handiwork of dear brother and a total hassle for the human population at large. "Demons," casual derision thick in his voice.

"So you learned it growing up huh? Hell of a way to grow up."