So, part of this chapter is from my old story but I rewrote it. At least you're getting the chapter faster than I would have usually written it (since I only added around 500 words and played a bit with the other dialogue). I hope you'll like this reunion between Ray and Gabriel.

DarthWinterSoldier – I'm not sure about them meeting yet but I can tell you that the Mikaelsons will definitely be faced with Ray's older brothers at one point or another. I think Sam and Dean will meet Elijah at one point but I'm not certain about the others… Maybe. Thank you for the praise. I'm glad you like what I wrote so far.

EnchantressPrime – I'm not sure if I will outright bash her. Probably (I don't like her much… At all actually). At the very least she will be annoying Ray.

Time-twilight – Thank you so much.

Brookie Twiling – Yeah, I would probably do as well. The only problem is that she can't, so I think that while she is freaking badass, she's also somewhat insecure and emotional. The curse of being a female xD Nah, but yeah. She didn't have it easy.

Lyryenn – Thank you. To both of your statements.

Prfh – So, I'm not quite sure what you meant. Google Translate gave me a weird translation. You don't like Elena, right? I'm only guessing but yeah. The translation turned out weird.

GodzNo – Haha. I can see Elijah being threatened by not only four very powerful Archangels (plus maybe one or two of the Seraphs) but also a younger vampire. I can already see it in front of me xD That's going to be amazing.

Enjoy,

Nick

After the visit to Damon, I was relaxing at Bobby's trying to see if there was a hunt I could take when Sam and Dean called.

"Ray? You busy?" Sam asked.

"Nope. Not really. Why?"

"There's a hunt we need your help with. We're stuck," Sam explained sheepishly "Where are you right now?"

"I'm at Bobby's. I can be there soon," I proposed.

"Actually, could you bring Bobby with you? The more, the better."

"Bobby," I called out. I heard loud cussing and winced. Ops!

"What is it?" the annoyed Hunter came down the stairs, rubbing his head with a small glare in my direction.

I rolled my eyes at his grumpiness and made a point of grinning at him very brightly "The – how do you call them – Idjits? called. They need help with a hunt."

"What have they done now?" Bobby sighed exasperatedly.

"I hear that!" Sam shouted "We did nothing. Well..."

"Doesn't matter," I cut him off "Where are you?"

Sam sighed half in relief and a half in annoyance "Springfield, Ohio."

"We'll be there," I assured after I passed on the information to the Hunter next to me. The line went dead and I blinked. They didn't even mention what they were hunting… Oh well, all the more fun that way. Maybe it was something less… demonic and undead this time.

"So, shall we go?" Bobby asked, grabbing his jacket and keys.

"You mind if I flash us and your car there? I don't really fancy driving for… twelve hours?"

He eyed me suspiciously "Depends."

"On what?"

A gleam entered the other Hunter's eyes "Will you tell me what you are?"

I laughed "Nice try. No, but if you want to drive, go right ahead. I for one have better things to do with my time."

"Okay, okay," Bobby backed down "We'll do it your way."

"Thank you." I grabbed his arm and imagined us and the car in Springfield. Angels could transport objects, but we mostly choose not to, because sometimes the electrics go a bit wonky afterward.

"Come on! Let's see what the two Idjits want," Bobby mumbled, leading the way to the motel room. He knocked loudly and waited for the boys to open the door.

"Hey Bobby, Ray," Sam greeted, stepping aside and letting us in.

"It's good to see you again so soon," Bobby nodded.

The younger Winchester shifted awkwardly "Yeah, uh, thanks for coming."

"Thank God, you two are here," Dean sighed in relief and shook Bobby's hand. He hugged me quickly and gestured for us to sit down on the bed.

"So, what didn't you want to tell us on the phone?" I questioned.

"It's this job we're working. We – we weren't sure if you'd believe us," Sam stumbled over his words. What happened here? They're not usually like this. Something really weird must have happened. And I mean really, really weird. This was turning out to be a really good day already.

"Well, I can believe a lot," Bobby scoffed.

"Yeah, no, no, it's just, we've never seen anything like it –" Sam started.

"Not even close," Dean finished.

"Boys," I cut them off "Just tell us? Can't be that weird."

"So, it all started when we caught wind of an obit. See, a professor took a nosedive from a fourth story window, only there's a campus legend that the building's haunted. So we pretexted as reporters from the local paper…" Sam and Dean told the story, all the while bickering over several details.

Around halfway through, I exchanged a look with the older hunter next to me "Trickster?" I mouthed.

"Possibly," he mouthed back and turned back to Sam and Dean.

Bobby raised an eyebrow in sardonic amusement "Aliens?" They had just gotten to the part of the story where a student claimed to have been abducted.

"Yeah."

"Aliens?" Bobby repeated.

"I actually heard something similar before," I spoke up "It was a Trickster at the time. Loki, if I remember right. I have never personally met him but I heard stories from others."

"You think it's the same Trickster?" Sam asked "And why a Trickster?"

"Well, you told us about the janitor… He seemed a bit suspicious and by the way, it's kind of obvious that you're getting played," I shrugged.

Dean glared at me and huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest "So what is it, what, what, spirit, demon, what?"

"It's more of a demigod, really," Bobby explained "There's Loki in Scandinavia, Anansi in West Africa. Dozens of them. They're immortal and they can create things out of thin air. Can vanish them just as fast."

"You mean like an angry spirit or an alien or an alligator?" Dean realized.

"The victims fit the MO, too. Tricksters target the high and the mighty, knock them down a peg, usually with a sense of humour – deadly pranks, things like that," Bobby elaborated.

"So how do we catch him? Ray, you said that the janitor was a suspect?" Sam inquired.

I shrugged "It's possible. How about you go check him out again and maybe you could stage a fight or something, so Dean is alone with the Trickster at first," I told them my plan and in the end, they agreed.

A few hours later, I was standing outside Crawford Hall with Sam and Bobby, waiting to enter and back Dean up.

"Too bad. Like I said, I like you. Sam was right. You shouldn't have come alone," the Trickster told Dean as soon as we entered.

"Well, I'll agree with you there," Dean smiled.

At that moment, the door slammed shut, alerting the Trickster to our presence. When I first laid eyes on the Trickster, I recognized him as Loki, but something else was there. Buried deep under the Pagan persona. Gabriel? This wasn't possible, was it? Gabriel was still in Heaven. Right? And even if not, why should my older brother pretend to be Loki? Actually… the fact that Gabe chose a Trickster didn't surprise me much. He was always a bit of a prankster and loved to prank Michael and Raphael together with Lucifer. I sometimes joined them and never once got in trouble for it. It was really awesome to be the youngest. You could get away with way more stuff.

"That fight you had outside – that was a trick?" Gabe whispered, looking at the Hunters surrounding him "Hm. Not bad. Do you want to see a real trick?"

Three masked men with chainsaws appeared and started grappling with the other men, while Dean got attacked by the brunette on the stage. Before I stepped in I watched Dean getting beaten up by some girls. It was hilarious… When I thought he had enough, I waved a hand disposing of the illusions "That's enough, Loki," I commanded, stepping into the light.

"And who are you?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

I ignored him for the moment and turned to the Winchesters "Sorry, boys. The show is over. Head over to Bobby's or something. I'll see you soon." I waved my hand again and they disappeared.

"How are you doing this?" my older brother asked, confused.

I concentrated and conjured up my cloak "Hello, Gabriel," I smiled lightly "How have you been?"

"Sama?" he whispered, not believing his eyes "But you died. How are you here?"

"My fathers wouldn't let me die. After all, why should the Archangel of Death be able to die?" I didn't care about changing my tone, so the bitterness that swept in, made the other Angel flinch back "They killed me, Gabby. And they laughed about it too." Gabriel pulled me into a hug when tears entered my eyes. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself, but to no avail.

"Who is 'they'?" the Angel in disguise questioned quietly.

"I – I can't. I'm sorry, but I can't."

"Shh, love. It's all right. You're safe now. What do you say, we get out of here? We can talk later," Gabriel proposed. I nodded into his chest and felt the scenery change.

A little while later, I was curled up on a bed next to my older brother who, by now, had wrapped his wings around me in a protective manner.

"'M sorry, Gabe," I mumbled after we soaked in each other's presence for a little while.

My older brother pulled back a little and tilted my head up "What are you sorry for?"

"That you thought I was dead," I sniffed "Dad and father forbid me from coming back. They have something planned, Gabby and it was important that I wasn't going back to Heaven. I was alone… For so long."

The arm that was still around me tightened and the wings caged me in even more "It should be us who are sorry. You know, Mickey and Lucy found you? They were devastated. All of us were. I'm not telling you to make you feel guilty but Samael… We still care about you, okay? You're our baby sibling."

I smiled and snuggled deeper into him again. By father, I missed being so close to my siblings. Cuddling with Damon and others was nice and everything but it couldn't compare to the feeling of wings and the Grace that was radiating from our very beings. It brought a sense of comfort, of home "Gabe, what happened after I died?"

Gabriel sighed "Lucifer and Michael's fights started to escalate. They were accusing each other concerning your death and it got worse from there. Then dad brought humans into the equation and Luke just freaked. I'm not sure what's going to happen if he's allowed out of the cage. Heck, he didn't even put up too much of a fight against Michael."

"So it's my fault?" I murmured sadly. My death was the starting point of all the aggression that the apocalypse was based on. Why couldn't I just go back? I could have prevented my family from splintering beyond repair. Why?

"No," Gabriel exclaimed harshly "You're not at fault. It was the people who killed you and they will pay for what they did. Just tell me their names and they're done."

"Gabby," I sighed "I don't want to talk about it. I don't want revenge on them… I think. Okay, maybe a little but I would never let you go all Angel of Judgement on them."

He huffed "Just you wait. If Lucy hears about this then he'll so want in on the action."

"But he won't, will he? Lucifer is locked in the cage and him getting out is supposed to be the fucking apocalypse," I shouted, ripping myself out of the cocoon of warmth.

"Sama," Gabriel spoke up hesitatingly "What's wrong?"

I let out a pathetic sob. Dammit, why was I crying so much all of a sudden… "I'm scared, brother. I don't want to lose you or Michael or Lucifer or even Raphael. It's been millennia since I saw either of you and I can't help but think that dad is punishing me for something."

My brother was beside me in a second and I was again pulled into a gentle embrace "Don't think that, sister. Why would he punish you?"

I shrugged and closed my eyes, not wanting to talk about those topics anymore. After so many years of bottling my feelings up, it was painful and exhausting to let go of them now.