[Gabriel snorts, getting the mental image of a little kid bringing a small animal into his room and telling him to fix it, bro, fix it! That's more or less what had happened. And now, unlike the last few centuries, the archangel has been more or less actively considering his role as a family-member. If he wasn't, Castiel would have been out of luck.]
no subject
No one tells me what to do. Not any more.
[He shrugs.]