No. He wasn't angelic, not really. Even in the dreams Gabriel had been something else completely. Different. Changed by time and experience and life. Ruined and made both by family. The archangel wasn't bitter, not really. Even now he loved his family in ways that others might not understand -- the real and the dream variety.
But that didn't mean that he had to be righteous in all those other ways. Divinity and holiness might suit some angels, but Gabriel was easily bored and just as likely to be the God of mischief as he was an angel.
"The powers?" He questioned, shrugging. "It's like riding a bike. You never quite forget. Or... something like that. It is what it is. Not exactly gonna complain about it. It's not going anywhere, you know? There's nothing to do but adjust." That and make it rain skittles. But apparently Michael didn't think that was impressive.
“You dreamed about them first and then you were able to use them? Did it all just instantly come to you? Or was it gradual?” He was a believer so the idea of having God-given supernatural abilities wasn’t so hard for him to believe that Gabriel could mimic 90’s Skittles commercials. These sorts of abilities coming to him might have been a stretch but he would come around. He got the feeling that he really wouldn’t have an option.
He may not have trusted Gabriel and he believed Samandriel when he indicated he was too nervous to be messing about with Michael’s brain, but if these powers were going to come to him he knew without a doubt what he would do with them first. “What sorts of things can you do? Aside from making movies and food and yourself appear anywhere at will?”
"It's gradual for some, seems like. Wasn't so much for me." Apparently, he'd just been ready to dream a shit ton in one go. Samandriel had taken longer to get through it all, he recalled. Castiel was making his way through his dreams like he was on the slowest leisurely afternoon stroll possible. That guy never had seemed like he was in much of a rush for anything, come to think of it.
"But...huh." It was actually a difficult question. Really difficult. "It might be easier to ask what can't I do. Because...uh. I'm pretty unlimited. And creative." If Gabriel weren't so chipper that possibly might have been terrifying.
The fact that Gabe was chipper about it was terrifying enough for Michael. He was like a kid who had the whole world for his toy store. At least he didn’t seem malicious, or rather he didn’t seem malicious toward Michael which was good enough for him, even if he did foresee a lot of headaches in his future from things Gabriel would do. Though hopefully in the future, once Michael was Michael he would be able to handle him better without needing to babysit him.
“I can’t decide if that’s awesome or frightening. Having all that power and whatnot. Is it like that for the others or are you special because you’re an archangel?” And pretty much one of the most famous archangels to boot. How that didn’t go to his vertically-challenged head Michael was sure he didn’t know.