[It's not like Gabriel even needs to look for it. The image jumps out at him almost as soon as their eyes meet--a sword, Castiel's sword, through Balthazar's chest. It's so vivid that for a moment Gabriel feels the pain of the nearly-identical wound he suffered; with a sharp breath he breaks the eye-contact, his hand automatically rising to press against his chest where Lucifer had stabbed him.

[For a moment he can't do anything, his human heart pounding in his chest like he'd just run a marathon in the desert all over again. Then he forces himself to drop it and sits back on his heels with a bitter, falsely-ringing laugh.]

So apparently we're more alike than either of us want to admit.

[Deep breath, slow exhale, and he shakes his head and rises, moving to pull Balthazar's arm over his shoulders. He needs time to process this, the fact that Castiel killed his favourite older brother. He can't--he doesn't have any other words for it just now, not with Balthazar in the state he's in. The younger angel needs his help, so he's going to give it. (Because it's nice, nice in a way he'd forgotten, to feel needed, and the last thing he wants to dwell on right now is their family problems.)]

Come on, lil bro. Let's get you inside.