He sure as hell isn't going to sit down next to Gabriel again, but Sam does at least pay the request some attention, pacing a few steps back and forth before lowering himself onto an old wooden crate to sit. He's half afraid it'll collapse under his weight, but it does nothing more than creak.

It's pretty obvious Gabriel's trying to talk around answering right-out, but Sam doesn't actually care about what he might or might not want to keep hidden. 'You were dead, then,' he says bluntly. 'So not only can this thing nab people out of different universes, it can bring the dead back to life.' Not encouraging. In Sam's experience, it's generally only the holy or the demonic who have that power, and he's had it up to here with both Heaven and Hell.

A thought occurs to him which gives him a moment's pause, then, and he cocks his head at Gabriel. 'What happens to angels after they die? You guys get an afterlife?'