At Dean's departure Gabe shook his head a little, not entirely convinced of anything, but he decided it would simply be better to return to bed. In the morning, hopefully his brain would have decided that it was ready to be awake.
He had no way to set an alarm, but after waking every morning with the dawn for three months the brain programmed itself to awaken at that time automatically. As the sun crested the horizon Gabe's eyes flickered open, and he forced himself not to roll over and go back to sleep. He was, after all, on probation.
He stood, wandering into the bathroom a little blearily and splashing his face with cold water. Given that he had no clue when exactly breakfast was, he might already be late, but somehow he doubted that anyone would want to eat breakfast before the sun rose. That would likely give him a sufficient amount of time to wake up. If it didn't, well, throwing punches would soon do it for him.
In a few minutes he had settled into the dining hall in a back corner, slowly working his way through two and a half servings of food. Ah, spices. Thou art truly a miracle, he mused to himself. How often had he dreamed of such food in his travels? Enough times that now, he savored every mouthful, while still eating as much as he could.
He paused briefly when Dean stood and spoke, but returned to his meal as soon as she had finished. Best to get in a last mouthful, and perhaps a couple more moments of thought, before he was expected to begin lessons.