"Demon? You mean Crowley?" Because really, he couldn't think of any other demons in line for a discorporation, although he suspected that Crowley was a bit more accustomed to angelic wrath than the other archangel seemed to think.

Gabriel blinked, confusion creasing his brow. Somewhere between Raphael's nervous tension and the concern showing so plainly in Michael's eyes hovered the truth of the matter, but he couldn't quite piece it together. He added, gently but insistently, "Raphael, what happened?"