"Too many buttons?" his eyebrows shot up towards his hairline. He had missed out on a lot. It was becoming obvious that his younger brother was getting a tad.. irked. And it was nice having family around that wasn't profoundly pissed at him. For a change.

Gabriel's wings creaked as he flexed them with an annoyed look of his own. If the spell lasted one second longer than an hour, he was going to personally take it out of Dean Winchester's hide.

"Let's see, I've been suicidally reckless, duplicitous and damn near everything inbetween," he ticked them off on his fingers. "It's your vote, Castiel. Not mine."