He looks around at the small assembly, and nods. There may be no coming back from this, and for one wild moment he wants to back out, stay here where it's familiar, if not at all safe.

And then he looks into Gadreel's eyes and his resolve hardens. His brothers are with him. With him, Balthazar, who has never stood out among the rank and file, with no great gift for battle or strategy, just a few clever tricks and a need to serve his family.

"Let's go, then. I can feel where they're fraying. Nobody's been maintaining them since the evacuations began." Eyes closing, he reaches out through the telekinetic connection the Winchesters so charmingly named 'angel radio', touches minds with the gathered siblings, and points.

It'll take a lot of strength, focused on a very small area, but Balthazar's game to lead the efforts, Grace pushing at a pinpoint spot in the web of power that holds the prison secure. Light pushing against light.

It won't take long.