Dean's fingers tightened on their hold of the trench coat. He knew he was pushing his luck, that an angel could do some major damage if said angel decided to be aggressive. Hell, he'd been on the receiving end of more than one angel's fist. He just got lucky that they'd never killed him or blown him up.
"So, he's 'funnier' than Uriel, mm? Some sense of humor you angels got." Dean glared at Castiel, who was seeming more and more Castiel by the minute. Gabriel liked a joke, but eventually he'd have to break character. The jokester archangel didn't like being manhandled, and he definitely liked people knowing he'd tricked them, well, he liked the Winchesters knowing. Dean finally let go of the trench coat.
"Look, this place is fucked up. The buildings move. Things blow up. I'd say I touched that fuckin' rabbit foot again, but I haven't; we burnt it. Sent it to the happy hopping ground to join the rest of the bunny." Dean shook his head. "I have to walk everywhere. Can't find the Impala; not sure about stealing one. It's one city; stupid to boost something when I can't get out of Dodge."