[It's a long time before Gabriel arrives. Hours. He's been out, trying to understand. He doesn't believe it. It's a fucking horrendous joke but a joke is all it is. She'll pop up and minute, see his expression and feel bad for it, that much he knows. But the very fact she'd put him through that makes him feel sick.
He finds his way to the Winchesters' place after dark and doesn't speak, be doesn't go for the booze, just slumps down at the table. She sat there, months and a million life times ago, laughing as she teased him about the loss of his powers, about how sorry he felt for himself.
If only she could see him now. It was a thousand times worse.]