Gabriel enjoyed his pancakes and the sight of Sam Winchester going slowly but surely insane. It was beautiful, the way he muttered to himself under his breath and eyed every little thing as a potential death trap to his brother.
Honestly, the younger Winchester had reasons for that. The mix of horror and revulsion when his brother had died by salt shaker had been too delicious, he would have to remember this for future customers. It had been nearly as great as Sam's desolation at seeing Dean meet road roller.
Sam eyed the condiments suspiciously when his button went flying.