God's Favorite Sons: Lucifer, Gabriel, Morningstar
For once Gabriel had his frequencies wide open, listening out for his brother as soon as he'd seen the network post from Crowley. He hadn't bothered to reply, instead making his own preparations for the upcoming showdown. He knew he couldn’t escape a fight this time. He’d been lucky before, Lucifer had wanted to talk, now Crowley had simultaneously helped them and screwed them over. Typical.
Saying goodbye to Hershey, he left his jacket for the pup to curl up on, patting the little animal as he’d whined -as if he knew exactly what was going on. Taking up his Archangel blade, he gave the dog one last pat before vanishing, intending to meet Lucifer well before he got to the mountain.
He could sense everyone else, making a perimeter, nervous, scared, and rightly so. Lucifer wasn't just an Archangel. He had been the favorite and in their fight against Amara, he'd been the one to bear the Mark to keep her locked away. That Mark in turn had twisted the once beautiful being into what he'd become today.
Gabriel felt his brother's return moments before Lucifer appeared, once again, he sent a duplicate of himself out to greet him.