"Oh, really, Cassy? I hadn't noticed." One of Gabriel's hands danced in the air. The other slid across the tabletop as he took a careful step closer, a step with an odd, casual sort of tension. The archangel couldn't see Castiel, but he could hear him.

And his bitterness, his fear, his anger at how badly his brothers kept fucking up, all combined into one single idea which barely had time to pass through his head before he was putting it into play.

"Didn't you ever wonder where angels go when they died?" he asked, still with that awful smile plastered all over his face. He took another step closer, half-swaying, and this time lifted both hands to gesture. "Not human. Only human souls go to Heaven. Unless they're damned. Then it's the Hellscape for them! But everything else?" He leaned in, flicking his fingers at Castiel. "Purgatory. Nice lil spot, ain't it? It even supplies its own booze."