Gabriel fought the urge to cover his ears. It wouldn't stop their voices, their desperation, their pain.
The damned Winchesters had screwed up again, hadn't they?
That was the likeliest of reasons for so many prayers. Those two were going to destroy the whole freaking unverse and nothing anyone did could stop them. Not even Death. They'd just come back. They always did.
Well, maybe it wasn't either of their faults, really. Their pathetic father had raised them into their damn co-dependency. Though, Sam had at least managed to get away from it all so many years ago. However, there was no hope of that now. Not after witnessing Dean's death so often.
They both had had such potential for mundane good. They could have changed the world for better. If only John and the angels hadn't screwed them up so bad.
Gabriel came out of his thoughts to find he'd flown to some shabby motel. He scanned the room, finding the Winchesters and Castiel sitting about a table. They seemed to be working some case.
Hm, this could be the perfect opportunity-
Laughter interrupted the though and eye rolls were thrown at Dean. They were happy like this: as a team, as a family, come what may.
They were going to destroy the universe, though they'd never mean to. Gabriel knew he'd couldn't stop it from happening. Even if he took Dean, Sam and Castiel wouldn't stop. In fact, they'd probably rip the world apart to find Dean.
Gabriel could do no more than sit and watch them burn the world.