"No, you're dead. Lucifer killed you!" Dean said.

The archangel shrugged, "Well obviously not! Luci couldn’t have killed me with that pig poker! Do you chuckleheads really think I’d carry around something that can kill me? You wound me! Anywho, let's getcha healed up, Cassie!"

He waved his hand in front of Cas' wound, healing him.

"Thank you." Castiel said, curtly.

Sam cleared his throat. "Gabe's gonna be staying with us for a while."

"'Gabe'? When did he become 'Gabe'?" Dean asked protectively.

"Dean, I think we should have the talk we discussed on the way here." Cas suggested, standing and resting his hand on Dean's shoulder gently.

“Well, well, well, getting pretty cozy with Dean-o, huh baby bro? Muy doméstico." Dean rolled his eyes. "I agree, you two should go talk or make out or whatever you're gonna do… I'm gonna go 'talk' with Samshine over here. See ya!" He walked back to Sam's room, and Cas walked to Dean's.

"Gabriel? Really, Sammy?"

"Jerk"

"Bitch"

They grinned at each other and headed for their rooms.

TBC < 8