He was breaking. Slowly but surely, Sam Winchester was losing it. He could see it in his face, in every single movement as he walked into the diner with his brother. He and Sam were the only ones who remembered each passing Tuesday in which Dean died, horrifically and tragically. Sam remembered because Gabriel willed him to while he himself remembered because he was responsible for the entire thing. Because Sammy had to be taught a lesson that he couldn't always save his brother. Dean was his weakness and it was so obvious, so painfully obvious, that Gabriel had taken it upon himself to do something about it. Dean would die every day until Sam learnt his lesson. The question now was how long would it take for little old Sammy to break completely?
Ordering pancakes like he did every Tuesday since the beginning, Gabriel began to think. How would Dean die today? They had already done the car, already done the dog, and the soda spill. He was running out of ideas. Putting on his thinking face, Gabriel frowned and tapped his foot quietly against the ground. Things were starting to get dull. One would think killing humans and watching their family's reactions would never get old but it had gotten boring. It was probably about time he struck the finishing blow and wrapped things up. Wait, that was it! Brilliant!
Ordering the same syrup he did every day and eating his pancakes in the same manner, Gabriel stared across the restaurant at Sam and his brother. Just another few days then he would deliver the... What was it called? Cape de grace? Something like that. It meant blow of mercy and was French but Sam would probably consider it to be the most unmerciful thing in the world. Still, it was for his own good. Until then, Dean was going to choke on his sausage in a few seconds to fast forward to the next Tuesday when something would change. He had been eating his pancakes with the same syrup every single day since this started. So he was going to order different syrup. If Sam noticed, he would be able to move on to Wednesday. If not, he would have to endure more Tuesdays before Gabriel offered up a more obvious clue. After Sam got another good look at his brother 's dying face as Dean gasped for air, of course. Staring at Dean, Gabriel watched as he began to choke on the food. For good measure, his face began to turn blue. Ha! Cartoon-style deaths were hilarious. Not only were they funny for him to watch, it told Sam someone was toying with him. Someone meaning himself, obviously. The one where he got squashed was probably Gabriel's favorite. Or the one where he got hit by the car and went flying.