Re: Samandriel + Gale + open
Family was important. Gale knew that, even if he was separated from his own, by thousands of miles. But at least he had bonded with Dean over that initial barfight, and there was really no better way to cement a pseudo-brotherhood without there being blood between them. Just, you know, someone else's blood. "Doing pretty good," he confirmed, with a shrug of one shoulder. They still carried the weight of the world, but he wasn't so hunched over now. He was trying to relax and enjoy the festivities.
Plus, he'd been sleeping better too, thanks to Samandriel's particular brand of angel voodoo. He also hadn't started dreaming yet in that way, and he didn't think he wanted to. "I don't suppose you've budged on that whole...paying you back for being my witch doctor thing?" he asked, iron eyes crinkling in amusement, before he took a swig of beer.