Castiel was terrified of small spaces and Gabriel knew that the detective despised his cramped one-room apartment. Gabe had to agree that it wasn't exactly up to his own expectations, but it was a great place to ward off unwanted visitors, like his overbearing family. After he gave Cas the worst possible description of the suspect he insisted that his cousin allow him to leave the station and head home because he was tired. The cop gave him a disbelieving look but let him go anyway, he didn't want Gabe throwing his temper tantrum in the police headquarters.

He arrived in his humble home half an hour later not exhausted at all, just very vexed. He didn't understand why Cas was babying him now after five years of this kind of action. Maybe he was sick and tired of Gabe being a kink in his and Dean's careers, after all, what kind of detective were you if you couldn't find one vigilante. Gabriel kicked the door shut in frustration and face planted on his pull out couch screaming hoarsely into one of the pillows placed there. He just wanted to catch that guy, his memories of his face were fading, but he knew he would just need one look to recognize him. It was really hard to forget someone with eyes so blue, silky brown hair and such a handsome face. Gabriel shook himself and chuckled, his brain must have been truly fried if he was focusing on how attractive the criminal was.

Gabriel sat in the still lonely silence of his apartment for a moment longer thinking about unimportant things like who the villain was or why he was stealing from the banks. He decided to quickly name his new nemesis the Hacker and be done with it. In the five years that he had been pursuing this life choice he learned that the less you knew about the bad guy, the easier it was to put them away when the time came. No matter how hot the Hacker was, he was without a doubt going behind bars for a long time.

He decided to act on his feelings of annoyance, curiosity, and boredom. Standing he changed into his gear and headed out the door in his dark hoodie and jeans. He slipped his mask on after he got around the first street corner, the roads were nearly empty at this time of twilight and as long as he kept his head down he wouldn't be bothered. After he walked two blocks to a stray street phone he grudgingly typed in Dean's number. He didn't like Dean, and he was sure the feeling was mutual, but that didn't mean they couldn't help each other out. He waited as the tone rung on the other side. A rough hello answered the phone and Gabe couldn't stop himself from smirking at how played out Dean sounded.

"Hello, Detective Winchester." He said dropping his voice several octaves so he wouldn't be recognizable, Dean wasn't stupid like the typical cops in superhero shows, Gabriel had to be careful when talking to him. The silence on the other end lasted for only a second before the detective realized who he was talking to.

"What do you want? I'm busy." He heard Dean snap on the other end.

"Out with a lady, Dean-o?" the Illusion Master asked chuckling.

"No, not that it's your business, but I'm with family right now. Surely you understand how that might be important." Gabe did flinch in understanding. His family was a nightmare, hold for a few cousins like Cas. He continued his cool tone even though he was a bit ruffled at the thought of his brothers.

"Bring them with you if you have to, I have some info you may not want to turn down." Dean grumbled into the phone and Gabriel gave him the meeting place. He figured that even though dark alleys were really over done meeting places it would probably be the safest place to have a secret meeting. If drug dealers could meet in the damp darkness in secret, why couldn't they do that as well?

After waiting for an antagonizing fifteen minutes, a black impala pulled up to the curve and the Winchester stepped out of the driver's side. He spoke something into the window signaling that he was not alone but still with his relative. Gabriel smiled behind his mask as Dean strode toward him, his shoulders tense. It made Gabe truly proud that he made one of the best cops in Austin squirm with nervousness. Dean gave him the look that said I'm waiting and Gabe took a deep breath, ready to give him the true proper description of the Hacker, when they heard the car door slam.

Gabriel froze up and stared, his covered mouth held ajar by shock and surprise. Before him stood the beautiful criminal in question and he could hardly believe his eyes. Dean spun around quickly and glared at the young man, still dressed in his flannel collared shirt. The Hacker wore a face that could be described as similar to that of a kicked puppy. His eyebrows risen upward in question and his eyes sparkling in the lamp light. He was so cute, Gabe internally smacked himself for thinking those things when the bad guy was right in front of him. He held back his initial fight instincts and instead thought about why this man was in Dean's car.

"I thought when you said relatives you meant a hot sister." Gabe said in a tight joking voice. Dean flexed his shoulders and crossed his arms continuing his dark stare at the Hacker.

"Sammy, I told you to stay in the car." He said in a deep monotone, showing exactly how furious he was.

"I know," The criminal answered, his voice was the exact opposite of theirs, calm, like water flowing of stones in a gentle smooth way. He looked at the Illusion Master with interest "For the record, I'm his hot brother."

"Shut up." Dean growled and the younger sibling snorted at his attitude. Dean knew Sam wouldn't return to the car so he decided to shorten the visit drastically and cut to the chase. "You said you had information about the bank robber."

"Oh yeah, the Hacker..." The Illusion Master said in a new panic. His brain was screaming at itself. One half was cruel telling him to throw the beautiful thief under the bus, or his brother's car if that would be more ironic. However there was a much more sensitive side to the hero, one that he hated to admit that he had. He didn't want to tell Dean that his brother needed to go to prison; he didn't want to see another family ruined like his. He stumbled and chose his next words with care because he decided to do, what he found in his opinion to be nobler. "I came to give you a better description." Gabe noticed Sam freeze up in fear and look down in his peripheral vision, like a small child about to be scolded for disobeying a parent. He briefly studied his features to make his claims more accurate.

"Short, about four seven, looked Asian with really wild hair." Sam's head abruptly snapped up to look at Gabe's in confusion but then a smug look crossed his face. Gabriel resisted the urge to huff an angered breath through his lips, the jerk thought he was completely home free. He sharpened his voice to send a warning. "I truly doubt he'll be back, he wouldn't want to get caught."

Dean looked confused at the odd shift of tone and Sam retained his cocky expression. Dean thought he was hearing things; it almost sounded like the vigilante wanted to drop the case, but that was impossible. Even when Dean wanted to drop a case the bastard wouldn't let him.

"That's it?" He questioned irked and thrown off.

"That's all folks" The mystery man said in an obnoxious quirky voice. "I'm gonna go now." He said gesturing behind him with his thumb and turned to leave. He heard Dean's bark of protest, but he also heard something else. Sam said he wanted to eat and that Dean should stop throwing a hissy fit and go buy him some food. Clearly Dean was not resistant to his brother's begging face because he caved quickly in an upset manner. Both men got into the impala and drove off and Gabriel returned to his apartment that night more aggravated than when he left.

In the morning he still acted like a girl PMS-ing, he was horribly disappointed that the bad guy got away and now he was back wiping down counters, and it was all his fault. The current waitress asked him to hold down her tables while she went out for a smoking break, and he agreed hoping that at least one thing would go his way this week. Gabriel sighed through his nose, fantasizing about said waitress, he really needed to get laid and she would fit the bill. She was average, but Gabe wasn't picky, he was just horny. He at least found her eyes attractive, they were such a dark deep familiar blue, and her soft neck length brown hair was so...

He heard the front door bang open from the kitchen and groaned in relief. He quickly decided not to ask the waitress out considering that the vision of her body was becoming too buff to qualify as female. He was beginning to truly regret letting the hacker go, it was infiltrating his mind in such an odd way. Never before had a criminal caused him so much sexual tension. He walked out of the kitchen, note pad in hand, ready to earn his little pay.

"Good morning" he started cheerily "What can I get you-?" His words caught in his throat as the costumer raised his head, revealing himself from under his ball cap. His eye's seemed even more sinful in the shade, and his grin was the same as it was the night before, smug. The familiar stranger spoke, his voice soft yet venomous.

"I'll take a tall glass of the fifty grand you owe me."

Author's Note: I'm sorry this took so long to update, I need to stop writing on whims.