He had watched the horrific sight from where he stood. He couldn't believe this had happened. It was a tragedy, and it had hurt him to watch the upsetting sight. He didn't think the angel, Metatron, He had picked to write His words as He spoke them would commit such an atrocity.
When He had first met the Winchester brothers, Sam and Dean, years ago, He started to have hope. Or at least, it was there in the back of His mind to have some. None of His angels knew who He was because when He fell from Grace, it didn't work the same way with his angels when they fall from Grace.
Though now wasn't the time to think about all of that. He needed to find the brothers, and He needed to help them figure out what to do with the fallen angels. He needed to find a way back into Heaven to deal with the angel that went more rogue than any of the others.
He knew what He was going to have to, and whether He liked it or not, He was going to have to pick up the mess His angels had made.