"I understand." Gabriel gave Rapunzel a sympathetic smile, and didn't pry. It would probably be best for everyone to focus on what they were doing; they had a task to do, and if they did it right that meant they would save his brother's sanity tonight. Tomorrow, their work may well save someone else's.

The Archangel also turned to Castiel, stepping carefully over Rapunzel's hair to the head of the cot and pulling up a chair. He would be out of the way there, hopefully, but still be near enough to lend a hand and grant comfort where necessary. "I'm going to be lending you my strength," he said, and then glanced up at Kratos. "We've nothing to stop the pain, have we?" Gabe looked back at Castiel. "I won't be able to take it away, but at least I can give you the fortitude to endure it."

He knew he could do it. The link between him and others was still open, whenever he drew near enough for contact. Gabriel only hoped he would have enough to offer.