Gates of Hell, demon tablets, trials. It sounded like complete and utter lunacy. What in the hell were the Winchesters doing messing around with things like that? Even Gabriel knows you don't go poking tablets like that, it's like shoving a fork in a plug socket and hoping it kills you quickly and doesn't take the building down too. Tablets were one of few things that the archangel can't read and Gabriel just can't hide the shock from his face at first, schooling it into a small frown and ignoring the fact that Sam is trying to loom over him. His vessel might be short but Gabriel knows he could still throw the kid around if he had to.

"Don't get snippy with me, Winchester. You're the one fucking around with stone tablets. Didn't your dad ever tell you not to mess with that kind of crap? Considering where I 'left' you guys, there wasn't any reason for you to even be thinking of them." Gabriel pauses, jamming his hands in the pockets of his jacket and shrugging. "Actually you know what, I don't care. I mean at the end of the day you're the one standing there looking like shit, I just hang around and do whatever it is I do." Alright, so Gabriel's nose is definitely out of joint as he realizes there's a small chance his own sacrifice didn't amount to much in the end, if anything.

Gabriel takes a moment to roll his shoulders, cracking his neck as he mentally pulls himself out of it. Shit didn't work, big deal right? At least it'd been the right thing to do in the end.

"What happened to Luci?"