Sam blacked out.
Dean rushed over. "Sammy?"
"He's just passed out. Hyperventilation'll do that to ya."
"What the hell? What are you doing here Gabriel? You're dead." Dean's eyes hardened. "Who the fuck are you actually, and what did you do to Sam?"
Gabriel held his hands up. "Woah, woah, I didn't do anything. He woke up, and then he was just...like this."
"Why the hell should I believe that? Who are you?"
"Gabriel. Archangel, trickster, saved your assess a couple times? I'm sure you remember me."
"Gabriel's dead," Dean said firmly, looking him in the eyes.
"Not anymore, thanks. And it took me a helluva lot to get back here, so I'd accept any sort of appreciation...or congratulations...anything would be nice."
"I don't believe you. Now get away from my brother."
"Okay, okay, jeez." Gabriel carefully shifted Sam's weight off of him and onto the bed. He stood up and raised his hands again.
"I'm not here to attack. I'm just...can you bring Cassie here so he can tell you it's me? You can do whatever tests you want, I promise, I'm back."
Dean narrowed his eyes.
"We'll test you, and if it seems like you're really Gabriel, then you need to explain. Everything."
Gabriel nodded and walked toward the door. "Let's just, uh…" he nodded his head toward Sam, "I'm pretty sure he'll be out for a while, so…" He gestured Dean through the door, and closed the door softly behind them.
"Uh, kitchen then?"
Dean narrowed his eyes again.
"Kitchen."