Gabriel's expression is guarded. The last time he'd seen Castiel - well, he'd slapped some duct tape on him and sent him dimension-bouncing. And then the blue-eyed angel had left him in a ring of fire.

Not that he wasn't genuinely worried about Castiel, after facing off with Lucifer, but there was no need to let him know that.

"That'd be me, in the flesh," he says, picking at a sleeve. "Unfortunately. And I'm certainly not a zombie or a spirit, so I'd say I'm alive," he continues on, looking at Castiel.

"Dean said you were stuck in a maze?"