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“You’re a poor excuse for an angel,” Castiel said, and Gabriel couldn’t help but laugh at the stern, disappointed look on Castiel’s face.
“That’s true,” he admitted
“You are a coward,” Castiel continued. “A liar, a deserter. You are needlessly cruel.”
Gabriel held out his hands to one side, in a ‘what can you do?’ gesture. He was still soaked through from his time under the sprinkler system, and smelled too strongly of holy fire for his own tastes. But Castiel had been waiting for him outside the warehouse with a furious sulk on his face.
“I mourned you,” Castiel said accusingly. His voice was bordering on petulant; he’d been around humans for too long, had fallen a long way from the angel Gabriel had known.
“I missed you, too,” Gabriel replied. Castiel glared at him, a storm of confused anger raging inside him. But when Gabriel touched his shoulders, Castiel slumped against him. They wrapped their arms around one another, a firm hug that bordered on desperate.
Angels were never designed to be alone.
“We’ll be okay,” Gabriel murmured to his brother. He had been the angel of revelation, once. Maybe the words would come true.