Okay, first of all? I don't like you like that. [He flicks his wrist and wiggles his fingers. There is absolutely no reason for any of this, but he's glad it's tweaking Sam out.] Second of all, you might wanna hold off on the replacements. On the plus side, the only angels here don't actually wanna kill you and if there were angels who wanted to kill you, it ain't that big a town.

So you're golden. [He cracks his knuckles over his head and steps forward into Sam's space.] The nice thing to do is to tell you it's gonna hurt and you should brace yourself, but, uh-

[He doesn't finish that sentence before he shoots out a hand to land it palm down on Sam's chest. There's a horrible sensation of something scraping Sam's ribs as the old sigils are wiped clean, replaced by a new set. This one a lot stronger. It's not a cure- that much is obvious, but it does help.]

Hoo boy. I haven't done that in ages. [Gabriel shakes out his hand as he steps back.] We used to give that to prophets to slow down the visions and keep them from burning out too fast. It ain't much, but it's the best idea I got.