While his younger brother was finding the entire spectacle.. (well, who could really tell just how he was finding it, really.) Cas's expressions ranged from slightly confused to mildly annoyed - and that was on a good day. Gabriel found the Great Hall and the decorations hilarious. The archangel had also declined the wings, but decided to manifest his own and they flexed idly behind him, insubstantial and glimmering like the night-dark sky.

He sat in a chair, his feet propped up on the table, playing a passably good blues tune on the harmonica. The halo that had been given to him was now a pair of sparkly little devil horns.

"Oh lighten up, Cas. Come on, the little flying things," and he ducked the same Shoggy that had flown at his brother's head, "at least it's better than a bunch of naked Cupids."