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Gabriel is in the middle of a positively orgasmic pina colada when Castiel appears next to him looking as if the world is resting on his shoulders. Sighing, the archangel tears his eyes from the beautiful Caribbean sunset, sets down his drink, and shifts in his chair to face his brother.
"Came to join the party?" he drawls.
Castiel looms over him and Gabriel notes the weariness evident in the slump of his shoulder and the circles under his eyes.
"Where is your Horn?" he asks sharply.
Gabriel shuts his eyes and senses for his Horn's location. After a moment, he nods, satisfied, and glances up at the angel waiting impatiently for an answer.
"Still in Vesuvius, right where I left it," he replies.
Castiel nods sharply, a sliver of relief flashing through his eyes before it's replaced by the seemingly perpetual exhaustion. Gabriel felt for his brother, the poor kid stuck in the middle of a war with no one to turn to.
"Give my regards to you-know-who," Gabriel says.
The other angel shoots him a disparaging look before disappearing.
Smiling to himself, Gabriel returns to his view and his drink.
Castiel should really call on him more often.