Envy (Gabriel)
To be an archangel was something that suffused him with pride.
He was indeed not nearly as powerful as Michael, not half as bright as Lucifer, not pitiless like Raphael, but brothers they were.
The great four.
Forever bonded.
In his isolation he was able to find some solace in this illusion.
Holding on to that was easier than admitting that even attachment was a privilege meant for humankind and humankind alone.
The truth was, he had been alone.
Always.
Nobody was there when the blade ran through his heart and Lucifer left his empty vessel behind.
To be an archangel had suffused him with pride, until Sam and Dean came across his way.
