"And I should have been. I woke up in the same place maybe a year later. No one had recovered the bodies. Too much bad juju in a place like that where so many gods died. I don't know who brought me back Sam, before you even ask."

Since Dean is gone, Gabriel steals his beer. "Took another year before my grace was back in any sort of functioning shape. You hadn't retired, so.. I made a decision. After one last flight and building this bar, I cut out my grace and used it to protect you."

Right about here is where Gabriel expects to get hit. Being human, it's probably going to hurt too.