A/N: This chapter is has bits and pieces that hint a few things to come, but other than that has a few lighter spots as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters. I also do not own Star Trek or Star Trek Deep Space Nine.

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"So do you think it will work?" Annie asked.

"It has the possibility to work," Cas replied. "But the idea is not without its risk."

"Of course it's risky," Annie said. "But it's a greater risk for me sit by and do nothing when the time comes.

"I am amazed you were able to work so much out for yourself, Annie," Gabe said.

"Well, I thought there would be away around it. I hoped one or both of you would know enough of the details to help me figure the rest out," she said. "So tell me, what are the risks?"

"First of all, Gabriel, as the guardian assigned to you, is the only one who could help you manage it. No other angel could do it. So he needs to avoid capture or injury in the process," Cas said.

"You don't worry about me. Nobody ever pulls a fast one over on me." Gabe quipped.

"OK," Annie said. "What else?"

"You will have to trust him completely," Cas said. "And if you have sustained injuries, it will make things even more difficult."

"Thanks, Cas. This helps a lot," Annie said.

"You are welcome," he replied. "But if you are to have any hope to even attempt such a thing, then I must set out on my own mission."

"Good luck with that, Bro!" Gabe said, slapping Cas on the back before he departed. "So, Annie, ready to start building the trust?"

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"So," Dean said as he drove north on US highway 59, "they are keeping something from us."

"Yep," Sam said. "Definitely keeping something from us."

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Annie looked around. There was sand as far as the eye could see, with mountains off in the distance. The sky had a red and purple tinge to it. And the air was hot and dry, hotter than anywhere she ever been. So hot that it took her breath away. She felt as though she gained about fifty pounds. She didn't think she would ever complain about a summer in the plains again.

"Where are we?" Annie asked

"On Vulcan" Gabriel replied. "It was Dean's idea. He thought you would insist on going to Cleveland and wanted me to keep you to of trouble. Technically, we are in a warehouse similar to the one in Ohio. This one is outside of Joplin, MO, but the effect is still the same. We better get going, Spock's mating ritual is about to start."

Annie's eye's widened in shock. "You're serious!"

"What? You don't like it? We can always go to Deep Space Station K-7 and watch the mayhem the tribbles will cause. That's more up my alley anyway. I regret I didn't think of the whole tribble thing myself."

Annie paused a moment before answering. "Can we go to the one where Captain Sisko and the crew of Deep Space Nine travel back in time to K-7?" she asked. "That was even more fun to watch than the original. I think I would like to see it in person."

Gabriel's laughter was so loud, it rang out across the desert.

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Annie caught her reflection in the mirror in one of the guest quarters of Deep Space Station K-7 that Gabriel had created for them.

"Please don't start yapping about how the skirt is too short or the uniform is too tight," Gabe said. "You look amazing. You should wear blue more often."

"No, I wasn't thinking about the fit of this thing, though it is a bit shorter than I would like," Annie said as she tugged on the hem of the skirt. "I have never worn my hair up in a beehive before. I have a picture of my mom where she used to wear her hair up like this. I never realized how much I looked like her before. I don't remember that much about her."

Of all the things Gabriel had imagined her bringing up, this one had never even crossed his mind. "You miss her."

"I miss not knowing her, who she was," Annie replied. "I guess that is why this whole Moloch thing hits me especially hard. All of those kids who will never know their mom or dad. I need to put a stop to it."

"We will, Annie, when the time is right. You are not going to do this alone." Gabe said, grabbing her by the hand. "But for now, let's go find some tribbles."

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Sam and Dean made it to Cleveland around four in the morning. They grabbed a motel room and crashed for a few hours before starting their search for the Devil's Gate. Once again, their attempts to talk to the children yielded little information. But the trail was clearly leading them to Cleveland. There had been two fires here this week.

"Are there any other common links the families have, Sam," Dean asked. "Other than the fact that all of the kids were six or younger?"

Sam searched through the files for a little bit. "It seems as though a few of the parents worked for Castor Industries, but I don't see where that is consistent in all of the cases."

"Did you say Castor Industries?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I have heard that name before," Dean said while rummaging through his notes. "Here it is. That registrar in Leavenworth, her babysitter's husband worked for Castor Industries. Maybe there are other connections like that."

The boys spent their day researching over the internet and telephone. They soon found that all of the families either were related to or knew someone who worked for Castor Industries.

"So what kind of business is Castor Industries?" Dean asked.

"They are diversified and have several locations across the Midwest. But they are mostly are involved in steel and oil. And their headquarters...right here in Cleveland." Sam replied.

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Gabe took Annie to the bar on Deep Space Station K-7and order them each a Romulan Ale and brought it over to the table where he and Annie sat down.

"Drink up milady," Gabe said.

Annie brought the strange blue liquid to her lips hesitantly and took a sip. "It's real alcohol!" she exclaimed.

"Of course it is, dear. If I am going to create a television show for us to go to, at the very least I am going to have real alcohol to drink."

Annie laughed. She could definitely count on Gabriel to bring laughter wherever he was. They sat in the bar talking and watching the people come in out, and the population of tribbles grow. At one point, they listened in on Chief O'Brien, Worf, Odo and Dr. Bashir from the crew of Deep Space Nine discuss a man they thought was Captain Kirk, whom Annie knew was not.

"You know Gabriel, you could pass for Kirk in more ways than one," Annie said. "Not only do you have a slight resemblance to the Kirk of this time, but I've been warned that your reputation with the ladies is similar to his."

"Whatever. Could. You. Mean. Annie?" Gabe emphasized each word in his best Kirk imitation as Annie once again laughed. Suddenly, Gabriel's face creased in a frown. "I need to go check on something. I'll be right back."

As he said that, he disappeared. Annie then noticed a Klingon taunting Mr. Scott across the bar, and Mr. Scott take a swing at the Klingon. The next thing she knew, a barroom brawl had broken out, just like on the show. She was trying to stay out of everyone's way, and wondering where Gabe had disappeared to, especially at a time like this. She tried to make her way out bar, bpbbing and weaving her way around the men who were fighting. But one time she bobbed when she should have weaved and she caught a right hook to her jaw and fell backwards onto the floor. Damn, she thought to herself as she tasted the blood from her now split lip, I guess karma didn't long to catch up to me for punching Sam.

"Gabe," she sighed. "Where are you?"

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Time didn't move the same way in Heaven as it did on Earth. But Cas was aware of its movement on Earth while he was in Heaven. He had spent the better part of an Earth day looking for it. It should be here. All of them came back here when one of them had fallen. Not rebelled like he had. But truly fallen from grace. Like Lucifer, or Anna. Or Moloch. Somehow Lucifer had managed to hang on to his, though none knew for sure how that was possible.

They would also return here when one of his brothers had been killed. This explained why Gabriel had managed to hold on to his. He never fell. He just left. And somehow, he always managed to escape death.

Cas needed to find the one he was looking for. He needed to find the right one. He knew the markings he was looking for. But it wasn't going to be easy to find among the thousands in here. A third of his brothers had fallen with Lucifer alone. In the recent days of chaos surrounding the attempted Apocalypse, he had lost other brothers as well. And he had to find Moloch's. He needed to find Moloch's Killing Sword.

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"Dean, Castor Industries has a steel mill with two blast furnaces here in Cleveland," Sam looked up from his laptop. "They are in the industrial district. But they halted production almost two years ago due to low demand for steel and they have been laying off employees"

"Blast furnaces? So?" Dean asked, taking a swig of beer.

"Well, I was just thinking about Annie's dream. I know it's not much to go on, but she described the fires that people were being sacrificed in, and well, we are here to look for a Devil's Gate. What better place to hide one like that?"

"Like a place where you burn one of the hottest furnaces twenty four-seven? Let's go check it out." Dean said as he grabbed his jacket.

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Gabriel returned to the K-7 bar to see fall Annie on the floor in the middle of the brawl with a bleeding lip. He popped over to her, picked her up in his arms with a look of concern on his face and said, "We need to leave now, Annie."

"Ya, think? I just got a busted a lip!"

"Sweetheart, it's not just that. We've got company." With that, the scene around them dissolved into reveal an empty warehouse, as Gabriel took Annie home. As soon as they were gone, the warehouse doors flew open and three dark figures walked in, looking around for the pair who were no longer there.