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Gabriel was dead. Killed by Lucifer to give the Winchesters time to escape the hotel with Kali. Castiel had heard it directly from Sam and Dean, but it still seemed impossible to believe. Gabriel was powerful. Gabriel was clever. Clever enough to be able to avoid all contact with their family for longer than Castiel really cares to count.

They say the first stage of grief is denial, and Castiel would even deny he's grieving for the estranged older brother he hasn't really spoken to in at least centuries. Despite that, though, he still leaves the motel room without so much as a word, just a rush of air as he takes flight. He can't even begin to imagine how many times, as the Trickster, Gabriel has faked his death, so he wants to confirm it for himself.

Within seconds, he reappears in the ballroom of the Elysian Fields Hotel. His eyes land on Gabriel, laying on the floor and he sighs. No, this certainly didn't look like another trick.

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((Yeah, and this time of year, buttloads of people have finals/graduation to suck up their time. And in the case of someone I RP with, moving to a different state, which understandably disrupted her computer time.))

Gabriel hops up off the bed, teetering slightly as a reminder that he wasn't up to moving as fast as he'd like before heading over to the tv. He starts with making sure it's even plugged in first, plugging it in when he finds its not and twisting the power knob, getting it turned on. "Good, it works."

Time for him to take a couple minutes to find out what channels it picks up.

((Yes, that's true too - our universities are already all finished here, except for summer programs, but high schools are still in until the end of next month.))

Castiel follows Gabriel over to the TV, watching as he turns it on and starts turning the dial. It doesn't look to him like there's anything particularly interesting on. Daytime dramas, plenty of static, maybe a news program or a talk show.

"Maybe there'll be something interesting on later," Gabriel finally huffs after his continued failure to find anything worthwhile, turning off the tv and making his way back to the bed to sprawl on it.

Castiel goes back to his chair and sits down, glancing back at the TV. "What were you expecting to find, exactly?"

"Something more interesting than that crap. Normally, I'd be able to make it pick up more channels, but..." He shrugs. He doesn't have the power to spare right now.

"Yes, I've seen what you can do with television." There's a sideways glance, but he doesn't sound all that annoyed.

"What?" Gabriel sounds and looks totally innocent. He has no idea why the side-eying, nope.

"What?" Castiel echoes. "Does anyone really believe you're innocent after they've met you?"

"Sure. The one's I behave around. Like Jesus' mother," Gabriel answers promptly.

Castiel thinks about that for a moment and shakes his head, "I don't think times when you've had to be on your best behavior should count."

"Sure, eliminate everyone that would think that. Spoilsport," Gabriel says, pretending to sulk.

"I'm just trying to make it challenging for you," he shrugs, mimicking Gabriel's innocent tone.

Gabriel just side-eyes his brother at that. He's fairly certain that Castiel is just being difficult. Time for a change of subject. "Any chance of a Winchester dropping in to see what you're up to?"

Castiel shakes his head, "From what you said earlier, it sounds like they have what was in your video to keep them busy. So, no, I don't think so."

"Yes, I imagine that finding Pestilence and Death would be a bit higher on the list of priorities, wouldn't they?" Better them than him.

Castiel glances at Gabriel, frowning. "You sent them after Pestilence and Death?"

"More like I sent them after their rings. You know that Luci's Cage didn't disappear when he got out, right? Guess what the keys are." Gabriel internally congratulates himself on sticking to a twitch as he mentions their brother.

"It's going to be very difficult to get him back into it..." Still, it sounds like the best chance he's heard so far.

"Tell me something I don't know," Gabriel says with a roll of his eyes. "It's the backup plan for if my going up against him went in the toilet."

Castiel sighs. "Well, out of all our options, it's probably the most likely to succeed. I should go help them."

"Yeah, you probably should. And as soon as I feel up to it, I'm finding a deep dark hole to hide in." Then he'll be able to finish recovering and figure out what to do next.

"That is probably a wise idea." He hesitates then nods. "Take care of yourself, Gabriel."

"Be careful, those two aren't exactly a barrel of fun to deal with," Gabriel cautions. "And whatever you do, don't piss off Death."

"I'll do what I can. Thank you for the advice." He takes a glance around the cabin. "I'll ask Bobby to divert any hunters who might want to use this place elsewhere, so you should be undisturbed."

"I should be out of here in a week. Then if a group of hunters want to have a party, they can feel free." Although given that he's up to doing sentences without lots of pauses, he might be able to get out a little sooner than expected.