CHAPTER ONE: I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE

"…And the student from Hogwarts who will be competing in this year's Triwizard Tournament is," Dumbledore's hand picks out a name with surprising grace. Quiet swept through the hall. Even the slightest turn of the head or crossing of legs could be traced to the owner.

For a second the headmaster's face looked stricken and slightly confused but only for a second. Soon a proud but sad smile plastered itself across his face.

"Sam Winchester!"

The applause started slowly then aroused into a deafening eruption of cheers through the hall. Simultaneously, every head turned to face Sam who was frozen in place.

He was wearing robes and was in a hall full of people dressed similarly. They were cheering, for him. His name was drawn out of a goblet in spirit of a competition he never entered. Sam had no idea what was happening. It all seemed too familiar but distant at the same time. One group was cheering the loudest, what they all had in similar was the logo on their robes were blue. Sam's was too. The other colours were red, yellow and green. The person sat beside him pushed him to his feet. Nervously he coughed and stumbled forwards gaining a burst of laughter from the rest of the people in the hall. One person laughed louder than the others and started clapping. Once again the hall was in applause, probably as some form of encouragement for Sam to go into the private room with the others chosen competitors. But he couldn't. Or at least his feet wouldn't let him move.

Looking forward to the desk at front, he realised that it was a teacher who had started the applause again. The teacher slowed his clapping until it almost seemed sarcastic. With deliberate slowness, he lowered his triangular hat which had put most of his face in shadow and winked at Sam. There was a lollipop tucked into his mouth.

It was Gabriel.

Sam burst into a run, planning to lunge at the trickster but the minute his legs started moving, he was in a different place. He was in a chair and around him were the other chosen victors. They were all pacing or reciting tips to themselves as they waited for a teacher to begin the meeting. No. Sam needed to get out. He needed to find Dean and-

"Congratulations to you all!" A nervous looking old man entered the room, clutching his bowler hat as if for dear life in his left hand. From the way everyone in the room responded to his entrance, he seemed to be of high status. He even looked the part- his clothes a tad less shabby than the rest and despite looking around the room as if he was going to be attacked, he walked with a purpose. A respectful man all in all. "As I am sure you are all fully aware of, The Triwizard Tournament is a dangerous game. It…changes you. I've seen winners and even the ones who didn't quite make it first write novels about the epiphanies they've had during the games. But all in all it is a fun and communal event which I hope you all enjoy to your fullest!" After the much juxtaposed speech, the door creaked open behind Sam and he turned to see the headmaster walk in accompanied by the heads of the other schools.

They all went to tend to the contestant from their school. Sam's supposed headmaster simply gave him a look of curiosity then went to greet the bowler hat man.

"Ah Albus," The other man didn't welcome him as he had with the contestants. Albus. Albus meant 'white' in Latin. In fact he'd learnt that for a recent exorcism… Like a rubber band that had snapped, Sam remembered that he was not supposed to be here. After listening to the men talk more, he discovered that the other man was actually a minister.

"I need to leave," he said abruptly, interrupting the two men in their conversation. The other contenders tittered at him.

"The boy has the jitters. It's okay lad. It's not too scary." The minister's efforts at comforting him were wasted.

"No you don't understand-"

"You're not leaving," It was Albus who spoke. Sam was about to reply and try to explain his way out of the situation like always when he noticed something in Albus' beard. It glittered with a slight pink hue. It hadn't been like that at first. Unable to stop himself, he leant in slightly to see it closer. It was some form of a pink toffee tangled in the old man's beard. Suddenly his pockets felt hot as if to remind him that they contained no weapons.

"Gabriel you son of a-"

"You watch how you speak to your headmaster boy!" Albus' face morphed into that of the familiar but in no way likeable face of the angel trickster.

Gabriel pretended to stroke the beard he had had seconds ago with a complacent smile on his face. "Now this is how it's going to work."

This is me starting to write FanFiction again. At the worst possible time may I add as I am in my first year of A levels. But I have missed writing. Anyway the idea for this came to me after re-watching almost all the episodes of Supernatural with Gabriel. Oh how I love him and then my mind wandered to Harry Potter. That's when I thought WWGD: What Would Gabriel Do? So here it is, I'm not really sure where I am going with this but I'd appreciate comments whether it's positive or constructive criticism. Love always, Raa.