"This is an angel's Hell, mm? I gotta say Gabe's really digging it. Or he was the last time I talked to him. He probably likes the chaos." Dean got up, walking around the pacing angel, and got another beer from the fridge. Actually he grabbed two. "I know you don't drink, but have one anyway."
He opened up both bottles, setting one in front of the chair Cas had been sitting in, before settling down to finish the salad shake crap with his second beer. The hunter didn't bother watching Cas. It bugged him that the bird was pacing, but for now, he'd let him pace.
"Don't worry, Cas. I'm me. I'm the same hunter with a GED and a give'em hell attitude." He remembered the reality switch Zachariah had done to them, and all this shit Gabe had put them through, but Dean was rather certain he was who he was...more or less.