Sam takes a moment, stretching his arms and rolling his neck before he steps up across from Gadreel. "Good. Wouldn't want anybody getting rusty."

He brought the staff up, widening his stance and readying himself. "Well then. Let's see what you've got."

And it was easy. Almost as easy as fighting with Dean always had been. He could read Gadreel's lines, the way that he moved just as easily as he could always read Dean. Still could read Dean, except that it didn't feel the same way any more. Not like this.