Macchiato and A Latte

If there was one thing that kept Sam Winchester going, it was coffee.His taste buds preferred it; his energy levels required it. Long hours on the job from a young age had deemed it a necessity, and college deadlines and exams had made it routine. Wake up, get dressed, get ready, drink coffee, and go. Eat, if he had the time. That much he had known, stepping into that small Manhattan coffee shop on 7th Avenue one morning before work. He'd not thought much of it at the time -- he would never be there again, right?Wrong.Months later, stepping in, he did the usual. Greeted the barista, took his drink, and moved to sit in his regular seat. Only one problem: there was already someone there. 'Gabriel', the side of the man's cup read. His name.What Sam didn't know was that the man in that booth would change him forever.