Those guys are either gonna dust you or use you as bait.

[Gabriel is leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the desk, fiddling with a cassette tape and looking somewhere between bemused and contemplative.]

Well, gang. Looks like Dean Winchester's left the building. One less wayward soul someone's stuck redeeming, but speaking as someone who shoved that kid into the proverbial locker a few times for being a royal pain in the ass, he didn't need it. Oh sure. He made a couple of bad calls and he was a jackass with no respect for anything that didn't fit into his borderline microscopic worldview and, hell, half the time, he got on my last nerve, but... [He rolls his eyes. Yeah, he's not gonna fucking deliver Dean's goddamn eulogy here. That would be like he cares, which he surely does not. And it's not like he's been avoiding both Winchesters for awhile now. And oh yeah, JD and Max are gone too, which is a whole 'nother can of worms he doesn't wanna get into, and... You know what? This whole entry was a baaaad life choice.

He tosses the cassette behind him and breaks out into a nonchalant grin. Yep. He's fine.]

Oh well. Another one bites the dust, I guess.

[Private to Irene]

Soooo. Sparky. Let's talk.

Oh. Hah hah hah. Very funny, Admiral. You're a real barrel of laughs. 

IRENE ADLER. Guess who gets to be your Warden? Yep. It's me, precious, and don't pretend for a second that this is gonna be some kind of pleasure cruise, 'cause it ain't. And since we already know each other, how 'bout I give you a twenty minute warning before I come down there to discuss this file I'm holding in my hands right now. 

Time starts... Now.