Gabriel turned, eyes narrowed, to watch Balthazar's face and the way the other angel was closing down. It looked familiar. If Gabriel had been able to sense Balthazar's Grace, he imagined it would have felt familiar too. Betrayal. He pointed.

"There's something you're not saying, but since I'm feeling generous I'm not going to push it." His tone of voice sounded far from generous, thrumming with frustration and anger. Damn Castiel, anyway. Well, he was going to damn himself, if he'd actually succeeded in that endeavour.

Gabriel sighed, slowly, consciously releasing as much of his frustration as he could. What was it with his brothers and getting into fights?

Abruptly he turned again and picked up his cake-container, his movements sharp, before moving to where Balthazar sat. "Yeah, well, I've been 'far, far away' before," he told his brother, sprawling with false casualness beside him and offering him the remains of the cake. "And trust me, bro, it ain't all it's cracked up to be."

But neither was standing on the battlefield. Wanting to remain neutral sucked.