He passed a hand over his face, turning away for a moment. Who he kept company with was none of Gabriel's business, and he was certain the archangel would miss no opportunity to heckle him about it once he found out. And that he would not hesitate to carry out his threat if Cas refused to talk.

Resigned, still not looking the archangel's way, he reached into an inner trench pocket, drawing out Death's sigil and dangling it by the chain. "You wanted to know how I came by this. Well, now you know." He immediately returned it to its secure hiding place, waiting for the inevitable barrage.