"Don't call him that." Gabriel snapped, he hated any phrase that belittled the man his vessel had been. Even though he'd used the term himself before.
"Of course I'm mad. But about so much more than just you killing me." He didn't particularly want to go into details, about how annoyed he was with himself, with the Winchesters. They'd forced his hand before to try and take out his brother, and now they'd done it again. Obviously he'd gone soft in his old age.
Nodding as Lucifer spoke, he looked from his brother, to the horizon and back again. "I know. I don't want them to either."