"It’ll happen. Soon." He shrugged and rested his elbows on his legs. Rubbing his face against the hand on him, he was all but full on nuzzling the archangel. "Just not gonna over exert myself and end up making it worse." He laughed quietly, a small grin on his face as heavy eyes looked over at the honey ones next to him. "It’d do a good job on keeping fights from getting too crazy, though. Might be worth a try."
He was kidding, of course.
Gabriel finds it hard to imagine that whatever Sam means by 'making it worse' would dissuade fights unless he maybe keeled over (which isn't exactly beyond the realm of possibility), but he's also fairly sure Sam's not being serious. That's probably a good sign, even if Sam still does look pretty exhausted to Gabriel.
"Dunno if I've ever tried that one before, you'd have to let me know how it works out for you," he quips with a bright grin. "While we're here, though, s'there anything you need?"