Gabriel's eyes narrowed when he saw Dean and he growled. If he'd taken the time to really look at how he felt he would have realized something was wrong with him. He shouldn't have been so angry. In fact, he probably should have been relieved to see Dean.

"You think I fucking know, Winchester? I've been trying to get out of this room for hours and no matter what I do I'm still stuck here." He snapped, shoulders rolling in agitation. "I was fixing to try to blow the room apart, but then you had to drop in so now I can't." The look on his face rivaled the anger he'd displayed when Sam and Dean had trapped him in holy fire.

In fact, the look on his face was much more dangerous. Suddenly he felt something in the air shift, spreading through the room and causing him to shudder hard. He fell to his knees, gasping as whatever spell that had been cast hit him.