[...bad question, then. Gabriel knew when to not pry- he'd gotten enough people who sure as hell didn't. He scooted a little closer and wrapped his jacket around himself as if somehow that would conceal the sword.]

If I don't get stabbed in the heart with something once a year, I lose my insurance policy. [Bitter, sarcastic, and painfully true.] Truth is, Daddy gave us these swords for one reason and one reason only and it makes you really wonder what the Old Man was thinking.

[And this is the part that he... Doesn't want to admit.] They kill angels. Yeah, I know. I actually carry one of the two things that can kill me on me. If I didn't... Well, let's just say if any of my brother's showed up, I'd be deader than Charlie Sheen's career.