"No matter how far you distance yourself, family matters will always come back to bite you in the ass." He knew for Gabriel it meant literally; the entire Host had felt the archangel's death and assumed the worst about who had done it. A lot of angels had been dying left and right then, but only another archangel could've possibly gotten the drop on Gabriel. For him, though, the family cutting each other's throats had never really been a big issue. Not until they were trying to cut Castiel's and his.

"But that's neither here nor there." Balthazar contemplated what name he should give. Outright giving his real name would get him in trouble, giving his fake name wouldn't really say anything. And even then, should he bother with his real name? He supposed making alliances with a (former) archangel would only benefit him. "My name is Alexander Wilton. Although I've been having the strangest dreams about someone named Balthazar. An angel. Can you believe it? Rubbish, of course, but I still wonder where I could have come up with such outlandish story. Ah well, it's of no importance, I'm sure."