* * *

Sam didn't know what to think at this point. He questioned whether or not Gabriel had been telling him the truth, he even questioned if he should tell Dean about the dream. Sam knew for a fact that if he told his brother about it, that he would push it off, telling him that there was no way that any angel, besides Castiel, that would help them. Then again, Sam wanted Dean's trust in him back desperately. Did he want to take that kind of risk?

Sam bit his lower lip hard, and looked to his left, at his still sleeping brother. He let go of the bite, and sighed. I have to tell him, Sam finally concluded.

* * *

It seemed like my luck had made a turn for the better after I appeared in Mexico City, where I was now getting the light signal from my friend. Apparently who had already left Los Angles. It was only half an hour or so of wondering around and asking questions of people when I found his car.

It was parked in the front of a hospital parking lot. I walked up to it and observed the detail; from what was in the seats, to just over all appearance. There was no doubt in my mind that this was his car. It was a 2007 Mustang GT. How I knew it was his was the fact that it was a light green; '07 GTs didn't come in that color. That, and because of the sticker on the back window that stated, "DUI. Is it a good or bad influence?" Their was only one person who would put that on a car window that I knew of who wasn't insane.

I couldn't help myself but smirk slightly, as I walked into the hospital. I glanced around the room I was in and after a moment I spotted the receptionist, who appeared to be in his late 30s. I walked up to him and gave him a small smile. "Hi," I said to him in Spanish. I then described to him my 'cousin', and asked him if he had seen him enter the hospital.

"Yes," the man, who's name was also Gabriel, told me then nudged his head to my right. "He came in only a couple minutes ago," he continued. "He asked me where Sara Herrera Medina was," he told me, then gave me the room number.

I smiled, thanked him, and strode off until I got to the room number, half prepared to not find him in the room. When I opened the door I was surprised to see him standing over Sara's bed, who was at the time sleeping.

His head shot up and he set his coal black eyes on me. He was dress in more causal attire than I normally saw him in, just a pair of jeans, and a short sleeved black T-Shirt.

He rolled his eyes. "No," he told me automatically in English, his voice was soft, and smooth. He then touched Sara's forehead and I heard the buzzing of the heart moderator flat lining.

"I didn't even ask you a question yet," I said to him, frowning. Great, what does he think I want? I thought sourly, and started to wonder if any other angels had talked to him, and put him in a bad mood. Probably.

He sighed and his eyes seemed to glaze for a moment, and started to slowly move them to the right side of the room. After a few seconds, he looked back at me. "Are you here to ask me the location of Lucifer?" he asked me point blank.

I shook my head. "No," I replied to him earnestly.

Once I said this his expression seemed to soften. "Good. Then what did you want to ask me, Gabriel?" he said as he walked away from Sara's body and to me.

"Can you help me find Dean Winchester, D?" I asked him.

D seemed to take his time to ponder on my question. "You mean Michael's vessel?" he replied after some time. "I don't see why not," he said then frowned. "Why can't you find him yourself?"

I explained to him the predicament that the angels were in because of what Castiel did to Dean. D sighed unhappily. "Yeah, I knew somebody else pulled a Jesus move on me again," he said when I told him about Castiel.

D then closed his eyes for a moment, then reopened them. "Tucson," he told me simply then glanced over my shoulder. "I have to go, Gabe. Duty calls," he said to me, patted me on my shoulder, and then walked out of the hospital room.

* * *

"You had this dream just last night?" Dean asked Sam as he put his shoes on while sitting on the bed.

Sam nodded, feeling unsteady. Dean must have noticed because he looked up at his brother. "You do know that it's probably a set up, right Sam?" he told him.

Sam nodded again. "Yeah," he said in an airy voice.

"For all we know, if we did go to where Gabs A Lot wanted us to go, we could see him, Zachariah, and probably other angels," Dean said then stood up. "It's just like what they did with the whole 'Michael's Sword' lie," he concluded.