A/N: Yeah, I don't know why I wrote this, either. :/
"I think you have me confused with the other angel? You know, the one in the dirty trench coat who's in love with you?" Balthazar scoffs in what is meant to be an offhanded remark, a joke, but comes out with a little more bitterness in its edge than he meant to let slip through.
Bitterness is not becoming of an angel, and jealousy is dangerous for one. Jealousy is part of the reason why such a powerful archangel like Lucifer became what he is today, and Balthazar isn't about to let some mistake like feelings put him in the same lot with his "big brother." No, he refuses to admit that he feels anything at all. Because angels technically aren't supposed to feel anything at all, because they are supposed to be the perfect soldier and nothing else.
But then again, hasn't Balthazar always said, "well, bugger that" since he never wanted to be the perfect soldier to begin with?
Balthazar mentally shakes off the feeling, his shoulders shrugging. His makes his little summoned visit short and does not much more than explain away the Titanic situation without revealing the big twist behind it all, a little secret about creating more souls. He watches the puzzled faces of the meat-suits and flies away, quick as a wink. He hates to be around them too long, because those brothers are two little buggers who won't leave him alone.
What, they think just because Balthazar is an ally of Castiel's that they can call on him whenever they like? Pff, how presumptuous of them. Balthazar would love to tell off those two, but that wouldn't go over very well with Cas. And as much as Balthazar likes to ignore the rules and dismiss his own feelings, he is actually bound by them. He has strong loyalty to Castiel, and Cas is the one calling most of the shots these days. It's either him or Raphael, and honestly, Balthazar would rather die than listen to Raph. The guy's a prick by definition, worse in some ways than Uriel, because at least Uriel wasn't power-hungry.
Balthazar sighs and continues on his way to speak to Cas. Those two nitwit Winchesters are going to figure out something or another pretty soon unless he warns the other angel. But the warning will most likely come in the form of a complaint of being dragged into being a servant, because that's how Balth rolls.
It keeps nagging at him, however. And no, "it" isn't the bitching and moaning of the two vessels-to-be, but about Castiel. Balthazar would never in a billion centuries admit to it, but he has… feelings for Cas. The jealousy is the major sign, because why else would he be jealous of Dean unless it was because he knows how Cas reacts to and feels toward the human and he doesn't like it? And why else would he dislike it unless it meant he has his own buried sentiments toward the other angel?
Balthazar clicks his tongue in annoyance and adjusts his jacket on his shoulders, his fingers idly slipping along his lapel. He hates the thought of emotion. Emotion is a tedious thing, always either taking too long to surface or too quick to rise, and always, always getting in the way of work and play. Honestly, he doesn't know why they exist, why God thought it a good idea to create things like love and compassion and anger and jealousy and pain and joy and sorrow. What good becomes of strong feelings? Does it really save people in the end? Because, in Balthazar's opinion, emotions are only a nuisance, nothing more.
Emotion has made Castiel reckless and blind. Emotion has made the Winchesters stubborn and whiny and reluctant to what's meant to be. And emotion has made Balthazar too soft. And he doesn't like any of it.