Sam reaches out to hug Gabriel and doesn't think... anything. Warmth and a pleasant feeling of tenderness do not usually flare up in the chest like a scarlet flower when arms wrap around his neck; when they look in front of the eyes, they shine with genuine joy. And Sam has no joy at all that he returned home, to his archangel, that he probably lived to see his return from the hunt. Just heavy indifference, as it turned out, the hug was a random passerby. And when Gabriel rises on his tiptoes in such a funny way to give the hunter a kiss, Sam distances himself. He smiles awkwardly, but cannot bring himself to touch the lips of those he does not love.