"What do you mean, the Trickster? Gabriel?" Sam had taken his brother away from some of the other patrons. Dean nodded. "He's dead."

"Do you know anyone else who calls me Dean-O?" Sam paused. He did not.

"Where is he?"

"Well he's not exactly a he anymore. I think. I don't know. Ms Pacman was distracting." Dean and Sam scanned the bar, looking for anyone out of place. After about 10 minutes including asking a very confused woman to go into the bathroom for them, they gave up. Just as they were leaving, however, Sam saw something very suspicious going on in a nearby alleyway. Several guys were crowding round someone. As they closed in they noticed that someone was a very petite brunette. Dean immediately charged into the group. "Hey!" he barked. Several of the guys looked over.

"Mind your own business, asshole." One of them said before they turned their attention back to the girl.

"Oh I just made it my business, buddy." Dean grabbed the shoulder of the nearest goon turned him and punched him square in the face. The guy fell and the brothers quickly found themselves with the attention of the small mob. The leader of the group was still close in on the girl though, and Dean made it his priority to get him out of the way first. He out-manoeuvred a few of the guys and Sam caught up with him, dealing with them as they missed. When the others were unconscious, a few of them thrown in a nearby bin, they turned to look at the leader who was stood by the girl. He had her pinned against the wall, his fat hand on her shoulder.

"Why are you being so shy, girl? I was paying you a compliment." He whispered into her ear. Not even waiting for the girl to respond, Sam launched himself at the guy. Dean could only stand there and watch as his baby brother pummelled a man, but eventually he stopped. The guy was unconscious and bloody, but nothing fatal. Dean made a point of spitting on him before turning his attention to the girl. She had slumped to the floor when the guy had dropped her; Dean noticed her split lip and developing shiner from where he stood.

"You okay?" he asked, offering a hand. The girl smirked and Dean withdrew his hand instantly.

"Oh, manners out the window already Dean?" she laughed, standing up slowly.

"You owe us a lot of answers." Sam muttered, wiping his bloody nose on his shirt cuff.

"Then you best get me some chocolate."

Back in the hotel room the girl, Gabriel, sat on the counter eating a shitty 50 cent chocolate bar while Sam paced the room. No-one in the room had made a sound besides pacing and eating for 8 minutes.

"Dude, you're causing a draught." The Angel commented. Sam stopped and stared at him.

"You died."

"False." He took a large bite out of the chocolate bar, unimpressed with Sam's so-called detective skills.

"You faked your death? How?" Dean asked, finally chipping in. He hadn't said anything since the alley.

"He speaks!" Gabriel cried. Seeing the lack of reaction, he explained. "Got consent for this little number before I went to the hotel, just in case. We can do that you know; it's like booking a room. Popped out of my old vessel, gave Luci a little light show, laid low in the eastern parts of the world for a bit. Simple really."

"How old is she?" Sam asked. Gabriel ignored him.

"You know, for two numbskulls that drive the same car everywhere, you guys are pretty difficult to find." He hopped off the counter, throwing the wrapper onto the floor. "Where's Cas anyway? Thought you two were attached at the wrist." He held out his hand limply. Dean narrowed his eyes, unsure if he was insulting him or not.

"How old is your new vessel, Gabriel." Sam asked again, moving to pick up the discarded wrapper.

"Are you really that concerned?" Gabriel looked at Sam and for a moment the Winchester was surprised at how similar the facial expressions looked. This was Gabriel; there was no doubt.

"She looks about 12."

"She's 19."

"19! Really?" Dean exclaimed, walking over to Gabriel. "She's so short!" He ruffled his hair condescendingly.

"I'm the same height as you." Gabriel retorted. Sam laughed as Dean stuffed his hands into his pockets, offended.

"So you were the one behind those accidents?" Sam asked.

"How else do I get your attention?"

"Ever heard of a phone?" Dean muttered, still annoyed.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. Sam still couldn't wrap his head around the new vessel. The way the girl stood, the way she spoke, it was completely Gabriel. But it wasn't. The confident stance that made male Gabriel look powerful and a force to be reckoned with only made her look even more of a child. It wasn't that she was a girl, no. it was her body. She was a thin girl with no chest or hips, nothing about her suggested she'd ever been given a position of power in her life. And here she was an angel of the lord, an Archangel. Sam was pulled out of his thoughts by a sudden thud. Dean had Gabriel pinned up against the wall. He had no idea what had been said but clearly it annoyed him.

"Dean! Put him down!" Sam said. Dean obeyed and as Gabriel brushed himself off he looked at him strangely.

"I'm going to bed." Dean grumbled. Only bothering to remove his jacket he flung himself onto one of the beds. Sam yawned; it was rather late and they had been travelling.

"Can I stay here?" Gabriel asked. Sam looked to Dean who was flipping Gabriel off. He nodded at Gabriel and got into the other bed. As he drifted off he saw Gabriel begin to pace the hotel room. Right, he thought, Angel's don't sleep.

A/N:

Sorry for being so massively slow, this is my first SPN fic and I go a bit mental making sure everything is perfect, running over every bit of dialogue to make sure it flows right out of Sam, Dean and Gabriel's mouths. (although reviews do motivate me hinthint)

I'm not really sure what direction I'm taking this in yet, but I know it will end with Gabriel leaving. Why he leaves and what happens before he does, I don't know.

Also as you may have noticed, when I'm referring to the vessel (so the physical appearance) I will use she, but Gabriel himself is a he. Hopefully it won't be too confusing.