He actually might have gotten along with Pete more easily. He was definitely less prickly than Dean could be.

"Yeah. Besides the effect those two would have on other people's sanities, Claudia didn't want Dean making Pete fall off the wagon. So another reason they needed to stay away from each other," he says, turning his head when he sees a child-sized missile incoming.

Said missile skids to a stop by the backpack and digs around for a bottle of juice, drinking about half of it before actually bothering to take notice of them, head tilted as he looks at Castiel. "You're diff'rent."

"He's from an earlier point in the timeline and managed to screw up where he was going," Gabriel supplies. "Where were you trying to go, anyway?"