The kiss gets a warm smile and a wink as they step inside the hospital.

Only it looks a little more like a war zone than a hospital at the moment. Shattered glass is everywhere, Gabriel can smell the lingering smoke from holy fire and hear voices raised in anger all around them. The other angels are also too distracted to notice two people running in while everyone else who can is running in the opposite direction.

Almost everyone. Dean Winchester, battered and bloody is pulling himself to his feet with a groan, palm still dripping with blood and at the sight before him he damn near goes down again, staring up at two very dead people in astonishment. Gabriel cuts him off before he can speak. "I know, right? Seems like only yesterday I was saving your bacon and here I am doing it again. Jess, be a dear and get into that room and start drawing over Deano's art work?"

"We've got us a Moose to save."