If it wasn't one thing, it was another in Balthazar's life lately. He wasn't completely sure if he liked it, but he figured it kept him and his mind busy. So busy that he really didn't find much want to drink, so he supposed that was a good thing. At least he was sure Gabriel would consider it a good thing.

And really, for someone who had such little concern for themselves, his older brother had really laid it on thick when Balthazar had gotten completely drunk out of his mind. That was probably the biggest reason why he found himself actually caring for what happened to Gabriel now. It was well known that beyond Castiel, Balthazar had almost non-existence bonds with the rest of his family. Now that the only real relationship to another entity he had ever had had been all but severed, he really struggled trying to justify another one. Especially with a member of his family, of all things. But here he was, standing in front of Gabriel's caravan.

This was likely a bad idea, he told himself, as it would inevitably lead to a talk about Cas. Something he didn't want to really talk too much about at the moment. The logical side of him knew that it was just cowardice to continue to put it off and hope it never came up. Castiel was here; best to get it over with.

"Gabriel?"