"Fell through," Gabriel said with a shrug. "In the worst kind of way. Ran into our mutual big brother and got my ass kicked. Though in my defence, I went temporarily insane by I actually trying to take him on."

It was the Winchesters. It didn't matter how right they were, how true it had been that he liked humanity and wanted it to survive--it would always be the Winchesters' fault for dragging him up out of his self-chosen gutter. At least the gutter had been his.