"Well let's just say I'm closest to you, and it wouldn't end very well for you if you tried to flatten me." Truth, Gabriel did not intend to die for a Winchester again, albeit in a roundabout way. The archangel watches shrewdly as Sam grabs his suitcase and takes the stairs. There's a wobble there and Gabriel's hands are going up, but it seems Sam has found the wall again to help him stay upright. Typical Winchester, wouldn't ask for help even if they were set on fire and burning. And so Gabriel simply follows, hands in pockets and looking to the world as if there was nothing abnormal about this whatsoever.

"So you didn't say exactly what was wrong with you. What is that, man flu? Hunter flu? Or did you go sticking your head in something you shouldn't have?" It's easy to tell how bored Gabriel must have been considering he's following and asking questions like it was no big deal. Normally the archangel was the one who was hard to pin down, but today it seems like the being is just simply relieved that there's someone around to talk at. Sam gets bonus points for being someone who would get the references, as there is nothing worse than making a great comment and getting a blank stare for it.