"Having to listen to brothers whinging every time they come through the Gates," Gabriel said promptly. "'Why do we have to bother with these mud-monkeys'; 'stop joking around and be grim and proper'; 'why couldn't Dad send me into Hell to smite Luci instead of his Son'. Moan, moan, moan, moan, moan."

He didn't remember Aziraphale being a field-angel, but he was minor enough that it's entirely possible Gabriel just hadn't noticed. He'd been a bit busy trying to keep Michael out of his frequent snits right up until after the whole 'death and resurrection' thing with the Trinity. After that, boom, Gabriel figured things would handle themselves.

He sighed, raised his hands in faux celebration, and smiled mockingly. "Just call me Gabriel, Big Brother extraordinaire."