Gabriel hummed, his fingers curling around Castiel's lapels. In actual fact, he was still thinking. If Castiel was telling the truth, and there was a ring of truth in his words, then that meant he was from a completely different timeline altogether just like Balthazar was. Then again, from all indications Castiel had learned how to lie by the time of his fight with Raphael, and lies were best spread with truths to cover them, so there was still no reason to believe that Cassy hadn't already come up with that stupid Purgatory idea anyway.

Either way, the archangel wished he could risk turning his brother's outfit into a bright orange tutu, but it wasn't worth exacerbating his circumstances. He could wait for his revenge. He was patient. Mostly.

Gabriel smoothed Castiel's lapels and patted them down, still wearing that flat smile, still staring past Castiel's head. "Well then. Maybe I should be saving my wrath for someone else. Maybe."

He had no intention of telling Castiel that Balthazar was here. He had every intention of telling Balthazar.


[ooc: oh, before I forget again, can you fill out Gabe's permissions post, please?]