Sam and Ruby were just about to enter the convent to kill Lilith once and for all when Sam was all of sudden startled by a figure appearing right in front of him. He immediately recognized the man as the Trickster. "You."

Gabriel smirked at him. "Hello, Sammy. Am I interrupting something?"

"No!" said a terrified Ruby.

Sam turned to see Ruby with a look of complete horror on her face. Something about the Trickster had her completely terrified.

Gabriel laughed almost manically as he approached the demon. He watched smugly as she tried and failed to move away from him. "Demons. You pesky little things just can't seem to learn your place. You should've stayed in Hell where you belong. Then again, you are demons, so what can I expect? It's in your nature to try to cause grief. Normally, I'd let you have at it, so long as you didn't cross my path, but now your messing with things that are way above your paygrade. You should've left it all alone."

"Th…They want it too," Ruby said with fear in her voice.

Gabriel laughed once more. "Yeah, that argument might work if I cared." With that he snapped his fingers, and Ruby and her host imploded.

Sam watched in shock as Ruby became nothing more than a little blood spatter on the ground. He immediately raised his hand to use his power on the Trickster.

Gabriel smirked at Sam's useless attempt to kill him with his demon powers. "I'm afraid that won't work on me, sweetheart. I am way above your demon blood infused paygrade."

Sam put his hand down and grabbed the knife from his pocket. He knew it wouldn't work, but it was the only other weapon he had.

"Enough of that," Gabriel said before snapping his fingers, freezing the hunter in place.

Sam found himself unable to move a single part of his body, aside from his head. He struggled, or tried anyway, but he was completely bound in place. "Let me go!"

"I don't think so. First thing's first," Gabriel said as he approached the hunter. He placed his hand on his chest, and a light glow emitted from his hand.

Sam felt slightly uncomfortable as heat consumed his body. It didn't exactly burn him, but it felt uncomfortably warm. When it was over though, Sam felt better. He'd felt better than he had in months. It was like something dark had been removed from him.

"There. We can say goodbye to the poisonous demon blood. Unfortunately, we have a bit more business to take care of. I didn't want to have to do this, but you forced my hand." Gabriel said before he began chanting in Enochian.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked in fear. He had a really bad feeling about what the Trickster was doing to him now, especially since he'd heard the grave way the man had spoken just a second ago. His fears turned out to be well founded. Not a moment after the Trickster stopped chanting, Sam felt an invisible force weighing him down. It was almost like chains around his neck. "What did you do to me?"

Whatever it is…"

"Stop talking, Sam. It's quiet time," Gabriel said. His voice was soft and gentle, but the order in it was clear.

Sam closed his mouth. He didn't want to. He wanted to scream at the Trickster to put an end to whatever he'd done, but he found himself compelled to stop speaking.

Gabriel snapped his fingers twice. The first time was to allow Sam mobility again, and the second was to transport the both of them to his house.

Sam found himself in a luxurious looking kitchen. It was about three times the size of any motel room he'd ever stayed in, with marble countertops and expensive appliances. There was a table in the center of the room, where Sam was standing right next to.

"Have a seat, Sam," Gabriel told him.

Against his well, Sam bent down and sat in the chair next to him. He trembled in the chair. His hands shook like leaves. He was completely at the mercy of the Trickster. The bastard had gained control of his mind. He didn't know that was even possible, but it scared the hell out of him.

Gabriel walked behind Sam and placed a hand on his shoulder. He felt the hunter flinch underneath his touch. "Hey, I know this is scary, but I'm afraid you brought it on yourself. I didn't want to have to do it, but you went to far. You were about to unleash the devil himself. I couldn't let that happen. If only you had listened when I tried to teach you, this wouldn't have been necessary."

Sam looked at him with both fear and wonder. He wanted to ask what was happening to him and beg for it to stop, but he was still fighting, and losing that fight, the order not to speak.

"I bound you to me physically and mentally. And, yes, I heard your thoughts. Not that I needed to to realize what you wanted to know. I've always had the ability to hear your thoughts if I chose to listen, but now, they will be available to me all time.

Sam's eyes widened in horror. The idea that someone had access to his every thought was beyond scary, not to mention very invading. There was no bigger invasion of privacy than a person's thoughts.

"Yes, well, I'm afraid you've lost your right to privacy. Actually, you've lost your right to everything. You'll not be able to make a single move without my permission, as I'm sure you've figured out. You also won't be able to leave my presence. You one hundred percent belong to me," Gabriel said as he brushed the hair from Sam's eyes.

Sam began to panic. No, that couldn't be true. He couldn't be bond to this monster for the rest of his life, not even able to make the simplest of decisions. He had to find a way out of it. He needed to find a way to get to his brother. He knew Dean pretty much hated him right now, but surely he wouldn't leave him at the Trickster's mercy. He'd help him.

"Oh, that's just a false hope we'll have to get rid of. I don't you disappointing yourself. There is no way out of this, sweetheart. The only one who could break this is besides me is God himself, and if he were going to, he would've done so before it even happened," Gabriel said. Not even Michael had the power to stop this. An angel, well, really just archangels, had the ability to bind a human to them if they so chose, and no one but God could interfere. Michael wouldn't even dare kill him to stop it. The binding was considered sacred among angels.

Sam gave the Trickster a pleading look and spoke to him through his thoughts. 'Please.'

Gabriel shook his head. "It's for the best, sweetheart. You don't make good decisions. Now you don't have to worry about it. I'll make them for you from now on. Come on, stand up."

Again, having no choice but to obey, Sam stood up from his chair.

Gabriel placed a hand on his neck. "Let's go see your brother. We need to get any thoughts of him coming your rescue out of your head. You will learn that your big brother can't get you out of this one. Then maybe I'll fill the two of you in about a few things," he said before teleporting them both away