Oh, for fuck's sake! If Balthazar had been capable of words the moment Gabriel had blown their collective cover the blond had just spent all that time and breath on, that's probably what he would've said. Instead, he was left to simply gape at the only creature in existence who's very virtue was patience, yet didn't seem to have a shred of it. He KNEW this was going to be a bad idea, just like he knew helping the Winchesters was going to be a bad idea. He really should start trusting his instincts more.
"Thank you Gabriel for destroying my safety net. If you weren't my older brother, I might have strangled you." After rubbing away the oncoming migraine, Balthazar blew out a sigh. Well, there was nothing he could do now. If someone truly was watching, they would know now that Balthazar wasn't really buying all this bullshit about being native. "Well, now that I have no choice but to talk freely, I suppose I'll just get it all out, shall I?" Balthazar stood from his seat, hands on his hips as he prepared to recount the story. Not that he was going to have all the answers.
"The cage I assume you told the boys and Castiel about worked, except it also dragged Michael and Sam Winchester into the pit, as well. I heard dear Cassy made an appearance back in Heaven after that, but I had since then faked my own death and gotten out of there. I'm honestly not all that sure what happened after the Not-Apocalypse, as I was much too busy getting drunk and having too much sex, but I believe the gist of it was Raphael didn't really like how the story ended. He and Castiel were fighting against each other over a reenactment of the Apocalypse. Blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda. I assume the fighting's done by now, since ol' Cassy had this wonderful idea to absorb all the souls of Purgatory to become powerful enough to kill Raphael."
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"Thank you Gabriel for destroying my safety net. If you weren't my older brother, I might have strangled you." After rubbing away the oncoming migraine, Balthazar blew out a sigh. Well, there was nothing he could do now. If someone truly was watching, they would know now that Balthazar wasn't really buying all this bullshit about being native. "Well, now that I have no choice but to talk freely, I suppose I'll just get it all out, shall I?" Balthazar stood from his seat, hands on his hips as he prepared to recount the story. Not that he was going to have all the answers.
"The cage I assume you told the boys and Castiel about worked, except it also dragged Michael and Sam Winchester into the pit, as well. I heard dear Cassy made an appearance back in Heaven after that, but I had since then faked my own death and gotten out of there. I'm honestly not all that sure what happened after the Not-Apocalypse, as I was much too busy getting drunk and having too much sex, but I believe the gist of it was Raphael didn't really like how the story ended. He and Castiel were fighting against each other over a reenactment of the Apocalypse. Blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda. I assume the fighting's done by now, since ol' Cassy had this wonderful idea to absorb all the souls of Purgatory to become powerful enough to kill Raphael."