For years, Gabriel had been stuck with Asmodeus, being tortured. The group had finally found him, but he wasn’t the same man they remembered. Gabriel sat on a guest room bed, dirty, bloody, broken, and shaking. He was broken. He couldn’t even talk. He wouldn’t let anyone touch him, not Sam, Castiel, Dean, Rowena, or Jack. So as a last effort, they had you try. You walked in the room, slowly walking towards him. He didn’t seem as scared when it was just you.