You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams

-Dr Seuss

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One day

Sighing softly, Sam buries his head further into Gabriel's shoulder - the angel only grunts in response. The couch isn't all that comfy, but neither has moved since they sat down to watch Lord of the Rings three hours ago; instead the two have sat and watched the credits slowly roll by, content in each other's arms.

It's quiet in the house aside from gentle snoring coming from Arizona, who's stretched across the two of them, keeping them warm.

The wedding is tomorrow and aside from the slightest fear he'll irrevocably fuck things up, Sam's practically as content as he can be.

Two years ago he would've questioned someone if they said he'd end up with an archangel holding the other half of his heart, yet here he is.

Christmas lights still cast the room in a gentle orange hue, the rushed and slightly dried out tree still offering the faintest scent of pine.

In fifty, sixty or even seventy years, Sam probably won't remember every little detail between him and Gabriel. Even if they break up, he'll always remember this exact moment; how soft and mundane the angel seems in his arms, breathing slowly in time with his fingers dancing a pattern on Sam's back.

He'll never forget that for once, he feels perfectly safe. The world could throw a million things at him and he wouldn't care. No monsters - demons and angels alike - can disrupt him right now, and so maybe if he believes it, they never will again.