Gabriel's smile dropped. He didn't step forward, because Aziraphale looked this close to running, and Gabriel was not going to let this get any further than it had to. "Yeah, I'm an archangel," he said with intensity. "And in case you didn't notice, I'm in this place just the same as you are."

His lip curled in something that wasn't a smile, wasn't humorous at all, and he gestured back toward the altar. "You think I'd be yelling for Dad in a damned non-denominational temple if I had any idea what was going on? The last thing I remember is Lucifer killing me."