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"When angels die, truly die with our wings spread out and burnt into the ground, we're gone, Sam - don't pass Go, don't collect $200, the whole shebang. There's no coming back, not ever."
Sam remembers asking Gabriel in bed one night, out of curiosity and worry, what happens when angels get killed; he didn't like the answer then and he likes it even less now. His knowledge of the truth doesn't stop him from hoping, deep down, for a fairy tale ending. He tells Dean he's okay, that he's over it, but he waits for the day when he hears the flutter of wings and the familiar smirk through the words "Miss me, kiddo?". He waits for the day when he can smile through his tears and hold Gabriel close and tell him that he, an archangel no less, was wrong about what happens when angels die.
He's still waiting.