"It's over, dear brother,..." he whispered against his forhead, brushing back matted dark waves from Gabriel's cheek. He decided not to tell him about his own nightmare, there was enough exhaustion and turmoil in the Archangel's aura right now.

He shifted suddenly, sensing...

"Michael?" He pulled away, still keeping an arm around Gabriel's shoulder (and noting with pain in his chest the condition of his wings, oh Gabriel...) He moved closer to the bed, placing a hand touched with dried blood on the Warrior's forhead.