That glance gets a bitchface, because fuck you Gabriel if you think Sam's stupid for not wanting to spill his guts to him. Sam can't think of any time in his life when he hasn't been keeping a whole boatload of secrets; being unable to do so now is kind of terrifying.
However much he hates it, though, Gabriel might have a point. So slowly, carefully, he says, 'I was running trials to close the gates of Hell.' Even that didn't come out entirely as he'd meant it; he'd wanted to say we. He tries again. But we stopped before we could finish the last one. 'Dean stopped me from finishing the last one. But that was two or three days before I came here.'
Stubborn and annoyed, he hikes his chin at Gabriel. 'What were you doing before you got snatched? If I'm gonna have to spill my guts here, you should at least return the favour. Since we're both stuck here.'
He's not sure whether it's to remind Gabriel that, at least for the moment, in this dream, he can't go zipping off, or whether it's to try and convince Sam himself that they're on something like equal footing.
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However much he hates it, though, Gabriel might have a point. So slowly, carefully, he says, 'I was running trials to close the gates of Hell.' Even that didn't come out entirely as he'd meant it; he'd wanted to say we. He tries again. But we stopped before we could finish the last one. 'Dean stopped me from finishing the last one. But that was two or three days before I came here.'
Stubborn and annoyed, he hikes his chin at Gabriel. 'What were you doing before you got snatched? If I'm gonna have to spill my guts here, you should at least return the favour. Since we're both stuck here.'
He's not sure whether it's to remind Gabriel that, at least for the moment, in this dream, he can't go zipping off, or whether it's to try and convince Sam himself that they're on something like equal footing.