A/N: The intro that plays on the television is the Intro from the Television Series outer limits edited to fit the story bur credit does go to that Show.

The group of Leviathans did not know what to think when they came upon the clearing. The toddler was sitting on the ground playing with blocks.

The first Leviathan who appeared to be the leader reached out and grabbed his companion who was cloaked in the from of a Brunette woman who would has looked right at home hauling kids to soccer practice in a minivan. "You look maternal. Go get the child and bring it here."

The woman looked over at the Goth looking teenager and nodded before making her way forward. The third Leviathan drooled hoping that the leader would share. Neither one was paying attention as the two Seraphim crept up behind them.

The other Leviathan slowly knelt in front of the child reaching her hand out. The toddler looked up at her with an innocent smile a second before a burning pain shot through the Leviathan's midsection. The two other Leviathans realized in that moment the child had been a trap, a split second before their heads tumbled to the ground. Seraphiel whispered softly unintelligible words under her breath and the two Leviathan burst into flame.

Gabriel looked up as Jehoel and Seraphiel approached. Gabriel was holding the remaining Leviathan pinned to the ground with the flaming sword he had rammed through her back and out of her stomach. He gave the blade a little twist causing the pinned Leviathan to scream in agony.

"I think someone is happy with his new toy." Seraphiel said smiling at Gabriel. "The blades of Angels and Archangels are infused with the angel's grace. The blades of Seraphim, Cherubim and Thrones are infused with our father's will. That sword of yours will kill everything except Our father, Seraphim and the Horsemen."

"And the blade of a Throne will kill everything except what was already named and Cherubim." Jehoel added. "Father wanted to make sure we could keep order among the lower ranks."

Seraphiel knelt on the ground near the Leviathan's head. "Speak beast. Where is the one you called Dick Roman?"

"He won't be here much longer. Edgar is going to call him back." She said. "Many of us escaped and they are still on Earth. Trapped for the moment, but Edgar will release them and then we will all feast."

"What do you mean trapped." Seraphiel asked. "Their heads were separated from their bodies. The heads are hidden. The Winchesters hid them somewhere."

"Sam and Dean Winchester?" Gabriel asked.

"If they are the ones who traveled with the prophet then yes." She said.

Seraphiel stood up and swung her sword removing the Leviathan's head before whispering the words to make the creature burst into flame. "The Thrones are here. They will guard the gate and let no Leviathan pass. We must see the vessels."


Sam leaned back in the chair staring at the books stacked on Bobby's desk. He pinched the bridge of his nose wishing he had the energy to get up and go grab the aspirin. He blinked as he realized that a bottle of aspirin had suddenly appeared on the desk along with a glass of water.

"Sam did you just mojo up a bottle of Bayer?" Dean said reaching over and grabbing the bottle. "So Mind reader is one of your gifts too?" Dean said popping a couple of pills in his moth and washing them down with a swallow of beer.

"No I was just thinking how this research is giving me a headache and wishing that I felt like getting up to go get the aspirin." Sam answered. "The only thing I've learned that isn't sideshow bullshit is that it's called el chucpacabras and not a chupacabra." Sam laid his head on the desk. "Absolutely nothing about how to kill them."

"Samuel, Dean." Seraphiel said as she, Gabriel and Jehoel appeared in front of the desk.

"You're back." Sam said.

"Yes, we need to talk to you about the Leviathans. "We need to find Edgar." Seraphiel said. "Where are your father and Bobby Singer?"

Believe it or not they're on their way to Oklahoma to hunt a chupacabra." Sam said. "I'm trying to research them and getting nowhere."

Gabriel looked at Sam and said "Come again?"

"A Chupacabra." Dean said "You know, the goat sucker."

Gabriel burst out laughing. "There's no such thing as a chupacabra."

"Tell that to the people of Texarkana." Sam said. "It's been terrorizing the town for the past couple of days."

"I don't know what they're hunting, but I know it's not a Chupacabra." Gabriel said. "Chupa is one of my little 'tricks'. I was in Puerto Rico and was trying to think of a good way to teach this rancher a lesson and decided to go to a movie while I thought about what to do. The movie was called Species."

"So you created the Chupacabra to teach a rancher a lesson?" Dean asked. "What did he do?"

"Sister Maria Frances had asked him to donate one of his hundred head of cattle to the local orphanage and he said let the brats starve."

"That wasn't the animal's fault!" Sam said offended on behalf of the Chupacabra's four legged victims.

"The Chupacabra didn't attack the healthy animals Sam. It fed off of the weak and sick." Gabriel said. "But that means it's some sort of shape shifter. I'll have Balthazar meet up with them. I need to go see Castiel anyway. He asked me for my help with something." Gabriel said then disappeared.

Seraphiel shook her head in exasperation. "We still need to know where Edgar is. And the heads of the Leviathans. They need to be destroyed."

"Destroyed? You mean you can kill them?" Dean asked.

"Oh yes and that's exactly what I mean to do." Seraphiel said.

"Awesome!" Dean exclaimed happily.


"Hi Castiel!" Gabriel said cheerfully. "I'm here to help you with your Winchester problem. Hopefully he's not as dense as the two yahoos I'm normally dealing with but hey, If he is I'll just up the ante."

Gabriel snapped his fingers producing a huge LED flatscreen TV mounted on the wall of the living room. Comfortable chairs and couches appeared along with popcorn and other snacks. "Okie dokie! Castiel gather everyone so they can enjoy the show. Time bubble in place, lets light this candle!"

Castiel and the angels had soon gathered everyone in the room and they were all settled in when the TV popped on and a voice began speaking over a test pattern:

"There is nothing wrong with your television. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. The Trickster is now controlling the transmission. He controls the horizontal and the vertical. He can deluge you with a thousand channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity and beyond.
He can shape your vision to anything his imagination can conceive. For the next hour he will control all that you see and hear. You are about to experience the awe and mystery which is Trickster TV land.

Castiel shook his head. "I do not think this will be enjoyable for Oliver Winchester."

"Oh is it a talk show!" Balthazar said as the opening credits came on. Gabriel came out on to the stage as the audience clapped and screamed . Gabriel finally managed to quiet them down.

"Are you guys ready to start the show?" He asked. The audience screamed their eagerness.

Gabriel grandly gestured to the curtain. "Then let's meet our panel of judges!" he hurried over to where the curtain was parting. "Judge number one is well known to everyone for his sound defeat of Custer at the battle of Little Bighorn! A Big round of applause for Crazy Horse!" Gabriel let the cheering fade to a dull roar and stepped forward.

"

Next we have one of the most controversial figures of the American Civil Rights Movement Former Nation of Islam member, welcome Malcom X Ladies and gentlemen."

As the crowd quieted he stepped forward to the next individual. And this is the lovely Boudica, Iceni Warrior queen who sacked Londinium and burnt it to the ground during a revolt against the occupying Romans of the day."

Gabriel waited until the applause had died down. "And now let's meet today's contestant! A hunter of the supernatural and gunsmith his claim to fame is the Manufacture of the Winchester Repeating Rifle, known as the gun that won the west.

Oliver Winchester however appears to be a misogynistic bigot. Today's panel will question Mr Winchester and and render judgment. If they deem punishment warranted they will also suggest appropriate punishment."

Oliver Winchester was now standing in a witness stand.

"Alright lets begin the questioning with Judge number one. Crazy Horse, you have the floor!"