He would find a window just across the room with a large sliding glass door leading to a patio. It had unused furniture, an untouched grill. He had thought about giving that to Dean because it was very nice, very fancy. There were all sorts of... doo-dads that he didn't understand. Was that even a word? Where had he heard it?
His eyebrows furrowed together as he listened to this Michael's tale - or at least the parts of it that he would offer up. "We are not the same. Or we are and we aren't - we are from different worlds, different versions. It is the same with Gabriel and the young one called Castiel. They are from the same world but not mine - and probably not yours." He heaved a sigh, stubbing out his cigarette in an ashtray before curling up in a chair and pulling his knees to his chest.
He wanted to ask why Michael, of all angels, would remove his wings but he didn't. That was an incredibly personal decision and it wasn't any of his business even if he wanted it to be.