It would be rude. Gabriel rolled his eyes longsufferingly. Obviously he had a lot of work to do. At least Castiel had had the Winchesters to help corrupt him, as far as he could be corrupted; Gabriel still know much about Aziraphale's circumstances. He flicked a finger at the other angel.
"You need to learn to break out of the mould a little more." Not that his actually leaving would have been any good, because Gabriel would have hunted him down again, but a little bit of spirit in his brothers, please!
... Other than stopping the Apocalypse. Why was it that the ones who wanted to do that were the ones who were all work and no play?
The archangel smiled sardonically and raised his beer. "Humanity." He leaned back in his chair and actively chose not to take that challenge. For all his teasing, he hadn't been kidding when he said he didn't plan to drink to excess. "So tell me, bro. Adopted bro. Whatever. What shoved you off the cliff in your dream?"
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"You need to learn to break out of the mould a little more." Not that his actually leaving would have been any good, because Gabriel would have hunted him down again, but a little bit of spirit in his brothers, please!
... Other than stopping the Apocalypse. Why was it that the ones who wanted to do that were the ones who were all work and no play?
The archangel smiled sardonically and raised his beer. "Humanity." He leaned back in his chair and actively chose not to take that challenge. For all his teasing, he hadn't been kidding when he said he didn't plan to drink to excess. "So tell me, bro. Adopted bro. Whatever. What shoved you off the cliff in your dream?"