This whole playing-to-the-Cave thing was going to get really old, really soon, Gabriel could tell. Okay, so he'd forced Dean and Sam into playing their roles for three straight days, but somehow seeing one of his own brothers parroting words that weren't true was ... well, it made Gabriel felt like smiting someone.

He just thanked Dad that it was Balthazar, because the other angel always did have this way of putting a unique sardonic spin on things which said what he really believed. "I always did like you," Gabriel said with a smirk and a jab of his fork, not really surprised by the identification. Not all of his family had that sort of humour.

And apparently he actually could say that Balthazar was family. Which was, frankly, extremely interesting, given that he wasn't related to Aziraphale according to the Cave's records. "Apparently we're related," he told the other angel with a roll of his eyes and an exaggeratedly resigned shrug; then he bowed self-mockingly with a flourish of his fork. "Sylvester Wilton. Hey, bro."