He gave Castiel a long, measuring look. The second he was free of this room, he intended to collar his little brother and get the whole story. While he didn't know him well, he could tell there was plenty he was holding back on, and Gabriel imagined that none of it was good. Because his family just didn't do happy endings.

It'd be so much easier if he didn't care, he reflected. But he did. Despite all the bluster and false bravado, he cared. And Gabriel wished like hell he didn't.

His eyes lit up at the mention of the shop. Like the Trickster demigod persona he had adopted, he did have a wicked sweet tooth. "Sounds like plenty to keep us occupied, even if it doesn't make a lot of sense. Non-Euclidean, huh? Those things always give me a headache. But hey, could be fun," he said with a wink.