GABRIEL: Ohoooo, do tell. Cassie liked birds. He /really/ liked birds. So whenever he could go down to your little planet on playdates (in his vessel, of course, don’t want to burn any eyes out), he would always completely ignore the places we took him to and go play with the birds, or the equivalent to them. He used to let them sit on his wings and clean out their feathers and it was really adorable. He didn’t talk much too, but for the first couple thousand years of his life, he would only say “bird”.
CASTIEL: …. you shoved a caramel pop up your vessel’s nose at age 378 and proceeded to snort “I’m A Little Teapot” through the blockage.
GABRIEL: You harboured a group of fireflies in your hair and glowed for two weeks!
CASTIEL: You thought that the telephone was a device used for tickling your uvula.
GABRIEL: You decided that making your clothes out of leaves was a good idea!
CASTIEL: YOU HAD AN ORAL FIXATION.
GABRIEL: Hey! C’Mere, you little-
DEAN: Ten bucks on my angel.
SAM: You’re on.