The fallen archangel sighed and rubbed his back. Once a pair of brilliant, pure white wings had sprouted from that exact location. Now, all he had were the shoulder blades of his vessel, Nick. The poor loser was still dealing with the deaths of his mortal family when Lucifer had found him. Lucifer truly desired a more powerful vessel, one more emotionally stable. But, he dealt with what he could find.

After all, it's not like Dad ever gives me what I want. I love him, and he kicks me straight out of Heaven. But it's fine, I will get my way soon, I wont need Daddy ever again. He will be the one falling this time. Then Heaven will crumble.

Lucifer mentally cringed at the thought of Heaven. That place held no more joy for him, he had worked so hard to just to please Father, but all he got was neglected. Luci knew he could never compare to Michael. That jerk got everything.

But, for the moment, the devil put the thought of that bother out of his mind. Lucifer focused his thoughts on the brother he felt the closest to, Gabriel. Gabe had gone down to Earth only a few centuries after Lucifer had fallen from heaven, and so he felt closest to the quirky archangel. Gabe had hated the way that petty Michael carried himself, and so he got a man to agree to let him take the reins, and Gabriel had been prancing around as a Trickster since.

~o0o~

Sam Winchester angrily wished that Dean would just believe him. This mystery spot was making Dean a real piece of work. His older brother had gotten that Pig-and-a-Poke for the hundredth time today, but Dean was being stubborn, not believing Sammy. Sam knew he wasn't crazy, and he was willing to prove it.

~o0o~

Dean snorted in haughty derision, Sam was down right insane. There was no way it had been Tuesday yesterday and today. Dean was familiar with the supernatural, but he had never repeated a day. It would have taken some powerful mojo to make that happen. But, Sam was so sure that Dean decided to test him.

"You don't know everything.."

"Yeah. I do," Sam pointedly replied.

"Yeah right." Dean gasped as he and Sammy said the last phrase in unison, but Dean knew it must have been a coincidence. So, he tried again.

"Nice guess." Dean was again dumbfounded, the brothers had said it together again.

"It wasn't a guess." Dean could almost taste the sass in that last reponse.

"Right, you're a mind-reader. Cut it out Sam." At this point, Sam was getting annoying, speaking at the same instant as Dean.

"Sam!" Again! Dean was getting more and more upset.

"You think you're being funny but you're being really, really childish." Alright, at this point Dean was ready to quit, but, not yet, Dean had a few more tricks up his sleeve.

"Sam Winchester wears make-up." Okay, maybe a lucky guess... "Sam Winchester cries his way through sex." Sam was just having beginner's luck.

"Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up he..." Sam continued to copy Dean.

"OKAY ENOUGH!" Dean was done, he believed Sam now.

~o0o~

Gabriel sat at a diner counter, in the disguise of an old business man. He slowly poured some strawberry syrup over the top of a stack of pancakes, and waited. Nearly this exact same scenario had played out over one-hundred times. But, this time was different, it was the strawberry. The angel smirked as he sensed the Sammy noticing the strawberry. Then, Gabriel stood and left the diner, this was the time.