Gabriel looked at Dean. "Its not different, Dean." he replied simply, as if reading the other archangel's mind. He looked at Dean, smirking, wings out. "Follow me Deano, and you'll see." He replied softer than usual, though he still grinned. Dean was gonna looove him for this. Not even Michael had thought of this yet.
Gabriel had landed in heaven, in a very familiar house, the smells of pie running through it. "Gabriel! You brought company, and handsome company at that! Now, who want's pie?" The blonde woman asked, smiling softly. Gabriel just grinned back at her.