Gabriel stayed quiet. He didn't like the way Sam was looking at him. It was his, 'You did notjust do that' look. He didn't know why the kid was staring at him like that... All he did was mess with Dean. Just a little bit. The archangel peered over his shoulder, but had to press his lips together to hold back his laughter. There he was, The Great Dean Winchester... Hand-cuffed to lil' Castiel. The trench coated angel just looked confused and a tad bit uncomfortable. Dean was fuming pissed. Failing, Gabriel let out a fit of laughter, grinning wildly at the scene.

"You son-of-a-bitch, unhand-cuff us right now!"

Gabriel's grin formed into a cocky smirk. "Sorry, Deano, no can do~." He snickered. "This is a trick that'll last for as long as I like, and BOY am I liking it!"

"Gabriel!" Sam growled.

But before Sam could show the archangel his bitchface, he was gone, leaving a ticked off Dean, a confused Cas, and an irritated Sam.

Silence filled Bobby's living room, until Castiel suddenly thought now was the appropriate time to say something.

"I-I'm assuming that we are going to be stuck like this for quite some time?"

"So your mojo doesn't work?" Dean asked, perched on the arm of the couch. Castiel stood next to him, their wrists still enclosed with the hand-cuff. The angel sighed, lowering his gaze to frown at the floor.

"I'm afraid not. It seems Gabriel somehow did something to extinguish my powers, excluding me from attempting to free ourselves."

Dean sighed along with the angel, slumping his shoulders and leaning back unconsciously into the couch, causing Cas to lurch sideways as the hand-cuffs that joined the two tugged at his wrist. The angel let out a surprised huff when Dean, again, unconsciously crossed his arms, causing the angel to topple across the hunter's chest. Dean stiffened, and sat upright, uncrossing his arms quickly, allowing Castiel to stand awkwardly at his side. Dean rubbed the back of his head with his free hand in the uncomfortable silence.

"Er... S-sorry," he mumbled, face red, and avoiding the other man's gaze. Cas shrugged, hoping Dean wouldn't be able to notice the blush on his cheeks, and stayed quiet as he kept his bright blue eyes fixed on the buttons that were sewn into his trench coat.

Sam watched the scene through narrowed eyes, silent. There was something troubling him, something he hadn't mentioned to his older brother or to the awkward angel. Finally, into the uncomfortable silence, he spoke up.

"The thing I want to know is why Gabriel did this," he said. Dean automatically shot his head up to glare at his brother.

"Cause he's a dick!" he spat, forehead crinkled in irritation. Castiel frowned, but stayed quiet when Sam spoke again.

"Well, not just that, but why do this to you two?" His brows furrowed in thought. "What's the whole point in this?" He flailed his arms helplessly, shaking his head. "I mean, he's supposedly the Trickster, right? Then where's justice in this?" Sam sighed, rubbing a hand across his face, then glanced around. "Where's Bobby?" he asked suddenly, abandoning his unanswered questions. Maybe the old drunk could help them figure this one out.

"He's out getting s'more beer. Don't know why its taking him so long, though; he's been gone about an hour," Dean replied, standing up and leaving into the kitchen. Cas trailed after him, looking lost with his cuffed wrist extended out in front of him as the two disappeared past Sam's vision. The hunter chuckled at the sight, stood and stretched, then left upstairs to research on his laptop.

As Sam entered his room, he froze in his tracks. Laying on his stomach on Sam's bed, was none other than the damned archangel, Gabriel. The hunter's laptop sat in front of the Trickster, a cherry Tootsie Pop inbetween his jaws. He didn't even look up when the Winchester entered.

"Hiya, Sammy," he greeted, slowly removing his golden eyes to blink at Sam. His left hand lifted to pull the Tootsie Pop out so he could flash a warm, yet mischievous smile at him. His right hand stayed on the keyboard.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sam demanded, strutting forward and snatching his laptop away from the archangel. He flipped it around to see what Gabriel had been doing, and wrinkled his nose in disgust. At the top of the website Gabriel was on were the largely printed letters, Casa Erotica. "You were watching porn?" Sam shrieked, throwing a disbelieving glance at the archangel, who shrugged nonchalantly.

"Sometimes I get too tired to do the real deal," he replied, sounding lazy as he rolled onto his back. He stuck the Tootsie Pop back into his mouth, lightly grazing his teeth against the surface. Sam frowned.

"Why are you even here, anyway?" he asked more quietly. Gabriel smirked.

"You see, Sammy boy, a long, long, looong time ago, God cre-"

"You know what I mean!" Sam snapped, setting down the laptop to cross his arms, bitchface in full use now. Gabriel chuckled, then shrugged, looking pleased with himself.

"I dunno. Bored. Wanted to check out how Deano and lil' Cassie were enjoying their gift."

Sam's eyes widened in bewilderment. "Gift?" he exclaimed. "How is hand-cuffing them to each other a gift?"

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Jeez, are you seriously that dumb, Sammy boy?" When Sam just stared back at him blankly, the archangel groaned and sat up, cross-legged. "Man, why do I get the dumb one?" he complained, but ignored Sam's indignant protest and smirked up at him. "You seriously haven't seen it, yet? After all the time you spend with them... I see both of them together for the first time, and see it right then and there?" When Sam just stared at him curiously, Gabriel sighed and shook his head, running his fingers through his slicked back hair. "Man, this'll be hard to explain..."