"Well we aren't exactly up here swapping soup recipes." Which is about as close to a yes as he's going to get out of him. Cas has other things to concern himself with at the moment.

"The only kind there are up here, Castiel. Some hunters are holding a line up here, but the second Metatron gets wind of them, they're toast." Gabriel steadies himself for a moment. "Yeah, yeah. You're riding the Winchester self-flagellation bus. Do me a solid and get off it. We don't have time."

"I don't have time."