As his younger brother explained, Gabriel summoned up a six back of beer between them. It wasn’t his drink of choice, but the mortal hunters seemed to favor it. He also had the distinct feeling that he was going to need to be drunk. Well, maybe not need, but it would make the whole situation a hell of a lot more bearable.

“A nexus, huh? I’ve heard of them, but never thought they were actually out there.” There were things out there that tickled at the edges of his power, but for the most part, Gabriel had ignored them over the millenia. If he got too curious and started exploring, it would have blown the cover he worked so hard on.

Castiel may not have known his brother well, but his suspicion that the entire situation would appeal to his sense of humor wasn’t far off the mark. Once he finished with his narrative, Gabriel sat back and laughed. It was all so supremely ridiculous, he couldn’t help but laugh. A good, long belly laugh, the kind he hadn’t had since.. well since he’d left home.

“Yeah, lil bro. It’s better than being dead.” There was also a certain amount of indignity to dying skewered on your own sword, but he wasn’t about to volunteer that little bit of information.

“But I’ve gotta admit,” he grinned wolfishly, “that smile of hers makes a guy want to think about dying all over again. That’s one thing that Dad absolutely got right.”