The more Castiel spoke, the more Gabriel's wings curled closer to him, trying to cocoon him as his thoughts and feelings went into turmoil. He couldn't help but wonder if things would have turned out differently if he hadn't had died at Elysian Fields. Could he have helped? Stopped his brethren tearing each other apart. Stopped Raphael?
Probably not.
Running a hand through his hair, he shook his head, "not curious." Leaning forward, he looked at Cas intently, a new thought entering his mind. "How long ago was this for you?"