One day at a time. It was the only way they could stay sane and on the road to staying clean and sober. Don't worry about next week, next month, just get through today. Then tomorrow. Gabriel kept talking, kept stroking along his back until the tension started to slowly bleed out of him and Sam folded into his lap.

He bent to kiss the top of his head, still hunched protectively over Sam.

"They're okay, aren't you guys? C'mere meatheads, nice and gentle." Permission given, the dogs slunk off the couch and crawled towards Sam, tails thwapping on the floor as they approached. "See? We're okay babe. We're gonna be fine."

And he was just going to ignore the sudden and burning desire to hunt down Dean and kick the everloving hell out of him.