Dean raises his eyebrows at him, trying to picture Gabriel doing anything that resembled Michael at all. Righteous fury and flaming sword--that could actually be kind of...hot.

He takes a swallow of his own refreshed drink, trying to cover up any indication that he connected Gabriel to the word 'hot'.

"Well, them's the breaks, I guess," he says after a moment with the shrug. "Gotta crack a few eggs to make an omelet--especially when those eggs can be stubborn as hell."