"Gabriel-as in the douchy trickster Gabe?" Dean asked Castiel.
"Yes, Sam," Cas nodded, still unaware of the body switching that had taken place between the two brothers, "My brother Gabriel."
"And why do you think that he might still be alive?" Sam asked him, his eyebrows furrowing together.
"Because Dean," Cas answered, "No other creature is powerful or stupid enough to play such tricks on an angel."
"Yeah," Sam muttered, "about that Cas."
Cas turned to look at Sam with an expression that said that he was listening.
"I think Gabriel might have done something else too," Sam scratched the back of his head. Gosh, his brother had really short hair, "If he's alive."
"What has he done?" Cas asked, eager to fix the problem.
Sam made eye contact with Dean. He paused a little, still weirded out by seeing his brother awkwardly standing in his body.
"He might have switched our bodies," Sam said pointing to himself and Dean.
"And like always," Dean grumbled, "he probably thinks that he's teaching us one of his lame-ass lessons for the greater good or world peace or whatever."
"Well if you're here Gabe, you frickin' son of a bitch, and you really believe that," Dean looked around the room as his voice rose, searching for any sign of the trickster, "then YOU'RE WRONG!"
Even Sam couldn't help but look around, as Dean's voice echoed throughout the house, expecting Gabriel to pop up at any moment with that cheesy smile on his face that Sam felt so tempted to wipe off.
"Are you alright Sam?" Cas asked, tilting his head in confusion.
"DEAN," Dean almost yelled at him, "I'm Dean!"
"Dean, will you calm down," Sam hissed at him, "please!"
Dean just stormed out of the living room and Sam heard the door to his room bang shut just a few seconds later. He put his hands up in air in a what-the-hell kind of gesture and took a deep breath as if saving energy for what he was about to do next. And then he turned around, knowing that he'd have to explain what had happened, to Castiel, in detail.
He squinted his eyes at the huge television planted right in front of him in concentration. He was sitting on the couch with a bucket of popcorn in one hand and a bottle of coke in another.
"Gabriel," A familiar voice called out to him and as he turned around, he saw his brother sitting right next to him on the couch.
"Castiel," Gabriel gave his brother the cheesiest smile that he could, "It's nice to see you again."
Castiel looked at the food and drink that Gabe was holding with interest. Why his brother would take pleasure in having food and drinks when he did not require it was one of the things that had always confused Castiel.
He had understood why the arch angel had chosen to live amongst humans for so long but there were still a lot of things that confused this angel. He reckoned that he had learned quite a bit by staying with his human friends Sam and Dean, and during his time as a human, but he definitely had a lot more to learn.
"So," Gabe reappeared with some popcorns stuffed into his mouth, "Are you here to throw me a surprise party or….?"
"I am here to talk to you," Castiel said, straightforward and with a serious expression on his face.
"Oh yeah," Gabriel just rolled his eyes, used to the angel's seriousness, "cause it's not like I just came back from the dead or nothing."
"Yes, that is what I need to talk to you about," Cas said to him.
Gabe put his feet up on the table in front of him, his eyes still on the TV that was showing Sam and Dean bickering with each other like an old married couple. "Well, then talk cause I'm listening," Gabe winked at Cas before turning his attention back to the TV.
He had known that with all the traps and whatnots laid out in the bunker that Sam and Dean now called their home, it was almost impossible to go in there and get out unnoticed. So since he couldn't go to the bunker and witness what was happening there himself, he had used his god-like powers to transfer it all to the TV instead. And there was nothing better than sitting on a comfy couch with a bucket of popcorn and some coke to enjoy a good movie.
"Gabriel," Cas said, his expressions darkening as he continued, "Who brought you back to life?"
Castiel doubted that he already knew the answer to his question. He knew that the trickster had definitely died and that there was no way that he could have come back unless he was brought back by something that was even more powerful than him.
Gabriel suddenly became serious as he thought over whether he should tell his brother the truth, but after a while he shrugged his shoulders. Castiel was going to find out the truth one way or another so it was better for him to hear it from Gabriel himself.
"It was Metatron," he said, looking at Castiel with a sad expression on his face, "Metatron brought me back from the dead."
"Why?"
"Because he has work for me."