(Because today seems to be sub!Gabriel day) Imagine McCree relaxing on the couch, reading, watching TV, etc., while he used Reyes as a foot rest. The older man occasionally feels spurs digging into his side when Jesse’s feet shift, struggling to keep his back flat, so not the spill the bottle of beer resting on it. McCree eventually makes his exit by putting out his cigar on Gabriel’s back and just leaving him there, getting no more attention than an actual piece of furniture would.