He couldn't miss the yelling. Dean had a rather explosive way of coping with things that threatened his little brother. It all reminded him a bit too much of his brothers, how they'd been in the beginning. Before everything had gone to shit. Pulling pranks with Lucifer, chasing Michael through the clouds of a brand new planet.

Gabriel stretched out on the hood of a blue Chevy next to the a Impala to wait. (he's not about to piss Dean off when he's already in a mood. Tempting as it might be.)

When Sam finally came out, he picked up his head long enough to wave and offer a beer from a freshly created six pack. "He took it better than I thought."