[Of course. Gabriel's face doesn't fold as he takes in knowledge he practically already knew: that of all his brothers, the little angel that could was the one that showed them all up. The grunt who'd never been much, just another soldier in an army of billions.
It's poetic as hell.
And somehow, inexplicably, he's become the favorite. Gabriel manages an enthusiastic wave before his brother vanishes and he's left alone again in sequestered nothing. There's nowhere for the blame to fall to, no force that will step up and admit to bringing Castiel to life.]
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It's poetic as hell.
And somehow, inexplicably, he's become the favorite. Gabriel manages an enthusiastic wave before his brother vanishes and he's left alone again in sequestered nothing. There's nowhere for the blame to fall to, no force that will step up and admit to bringing Castiel to life.]