People trying to help always did more harm than good. Winchesters were always trying to help and screwing things up. It was in the laws of nature, and if they had avoided the apocalypse Gabriel can see it all too clearly. The natural order was revolting against the pair of them or something ridiculous like that; Gabriel can't be sure on it, he's not around to see it. A shame, he would have loved to be making all those Dick jokes.

Ears perk at the mention of Cas, but with the mood Sam is in Gabriel knows that he won't get much info out of the hunter. Best to store it away for future gossip times and to just ask it when the other isn't prepared. Getting the details about the gates of Hell is more than Gabriel has expected already.

"You can't go screwing it up like that, kid. You close the gates of Hell then Heaven messes up. It's a balancing act and when you close Hell off completely it tilts and go crazy. Or something, can't say I'm an expert on that one. That's above even my paygrade." Gabriel squints when Sam shivers, reaching out and giving Sam a small, light shove in the middle of his back. "Don't go freaking out on me. I'm not nice enough to make sure you get through it. I'll leave you on the floor and go back to my own room."