Gabriel tilted his head, just watching him for a moment. Dean was especially paranoid, and he was happy to be confrontational about it. That didn't surprise him much. He seemed very secretive, and in many ways almost reminded Gabriel of himself. The first time they'd met, Dean had been practicing his abilities entirely alone in an empty car park after dark--not the action of someone who cared much for company. And he'd seemed genuinely shocked to be called up for a drink, even though Gabriel had it on good authority - due to his many years watching his peers in Brooklyn - that inviting each other out for a beer was just the way people worked.

It wasn't something Gabriel cared for, but then his motivations had never run that way.

He had to give Dean something - a good reason - because if he didn't all he'd earn was greater mistrust. He sighed, and turned abruptly away.

"Alright. Okay. It's just..." He shook his head slightly, and since his beer had arrived he took it into both of his hands, staring down into it. "Well you remember that story I told you, right? The pyrokinetic, and the adrenaline? How could you forget? But it's not like I go around killing people all the time--"

A good long pause now, make it seem like this was really hard to say.

"So maybe it got to me. I feel like if I can help you... Maybe I can make up for it; redeem myself somehow.

"Is that what you wanted to hear?"