Thirteen days had past since the incident in Crowley's lair, but Gabriel's measurement of time was a bit different from everyone else's. According to the trickster it had been one cake and seven lollipops ago. Samuel Winchester, the newest employee at the diner, rolled his eyes as Gabe pranced around him talking about this and that. His hands moved about just as rapidly as his mouth did as he continued his rant, that Sam was choosing to ignore. Instead the six foot something giant focused on his new line of work, washing dishes, drying dishes, and putting away dishes. This line of work also comes with the duty of standing for eight hours watching a significantly shorter man dance around you while he chattered on like a chipmunk. It's was just so great. This man who he was indebted to, this man who was so nice and sweeter than the candy he constantly munched on, this man who was a little too handsome in Sam's opinion (though he'd never admit it) was just so... distracting and obnoxious.

He had been putting up with this since the moment he was hired, approximately one cake ago. Sam shook his head and rethought his word choice, he had meant one week ago. Thanks to the Illusion Master they now got to spent several more hours together so the hero could keep an eye on him. To sum things up, Samuel Winchester was being annoyed by a vigilante, was being constantly watched by him, and had a lot of pent up sexual tension because of said asshole. Sexual as in "Gabe stop staring at my butt." to which he laughed at again for the tenth time that day, with his adorable chuckle.

"But it's so damn fine." he said slyly winking "Besides, it's not like you're good for conversation. You're worst than your brother when it comes to talking. Tell me are you in the no chick flick zone?"

"I can talk just fine." came the sassy reply.

"Okay then, let's talk pretty boy. Parents names?" Sam allowed himself a small smile, a game of twenty questions couldn't be too bad, so long as it helped pass the time.

"John and Mary Winchester."

"Correct." An eyebrow raised itself at this response and Gabe quickly explained himself. "I already know a lot about you, Dean is trying to place me behind bars."

"So you stalk my brother?"

"What?! No, I just got to know him a little better, find out why he's such a prick." Sam nodded in understanding and quickly decided on his first question in this unspoken game.

"How much do you know about us Winchesters?" He noticed the shorter man stiffen and swallow nervously signaling that he probably knew too much.

"Based on what I learned from your brother I know that Mary Winchester died when you were an infant, murdered, your father left you with Bobby Singer who raised you both while John shot off and had another kid, Adam. John died a few years later of alcoholism, you went to college, and Dean became a detective so he could continue your father's hunt for your Mother's killer but no such luck." Sam also nodded slowly but smiled sourly. "Why'd you quit college?"

"I thought I always wanted to be a lawyer, but after a year I realized how boring it was to me. I joined a computer club and learned a lot of stuff. Then when I graduated I got in with the wrong crowd, I had to get some douche bag super hero to help me out." Gabriel smirked as Sam brought the lightheartedness back to the conversation.

"Hey! That's Mr. Douche Bag Super Hero to you, fiend!"

"Okay then Mister, What about you? Got any family or deep dark secrets?"

"Well I have three brothers who I truly don't like, they are the biggest bag of dicks. I enjoy my extended family more. There's Balthazar, my personal computer geek he went to boarding school in the UK so he sounds all posh and British twenty-four seven. Then there's Cas, your brother's partner."

"No way, you two are related?" Gabriel giggled evilly.

"You better believe it. Since we were kids I've been protecting Cas from bullies and other jerks. I'm kind of his role model" Gabe said puffing out his chest. "But then he got all 'You can't break the law' on me. It's a total buzz kill." Sam nodded in understanding, softly smirking, careful not to let Gabe see it as he continued washing the never ending pile of dishes. He was now listening thoughtfully as his annoyance faded into familiarity. Gabe paused and continued on his rant about his cousin with a nostalgic tone.

"He may be the big bad detective now, but I still watch out for him, ya' know?" Sam did know, as bothersome as it was he knew his brother had similar problems with watching out for him. They continued with twenty questions, twenty actually ended up being two cakes (fourteen), until they got to the final round. It was Sam's turn again. The laughter that was echoing around the small kitchen died down as the words fell from his lips.

"What can you tell me about Crowley's Mafia?"

"Why do you want to know about them?" Gabe asked suspiciously eyeing the Winchester up and down. Gabriel had often used the motto of once a villain always a villain, but damn, Sammy made him want to be wrong. He found that cheesy and awkward to admit, but horny romantic bullshit aside, he could tell that Sam was a good guy, even better than his brother perhaps.

"When I was working for Crowley I had questions, and many of them went unanswered. Now that I'm a free man I wouldn't mind seeing his business go down the shitter." There was a shared smirk between the two men for a moment before Gabriel opened his mouth and ruined it.

"It's hot when you talk dirty like that, Winchester." Sam turned red, but both of them were laughing.

"Shut up, I'm serious." There was definitely a familiarity between the two of them, and a surprising feeling of shock because of how quickly they had each made a new friend. Gabriel hoped this wouldn't go down hill, because heaven help him he liked the giant called Samuel Winchester and not just because he had a hot body. He sighed through his nose and looked at Sam, put on his serious face.

"Crowley is a dabbler in the dirty. He's a thief, a loan shark, and the owner of a quaint little brothel on the other end of town. He is literally the embodiment of all sleazy business trades and pleasures." Gabe looked at Sam, who had stopped washing dishes in favor of listening intently, so the trickster took up a clothe and began to help.

"I would shut him down, but he does enough good to cancel his bad." The moose's eyebrows shot up in disbelief as he watched his new friend slump over in shame. "I get a lot of information from him, as well as the fact that he has a great taste in brothel employees."

"Ew." Sam said smirking, but couldn't ignore the twinge he felt in his gut. He was undecided on whether it was disgust, disappointment, or, as far fetched as it sounded, jealousy. The hero chuckled as well feeling a small essence of hope throbbing in the back of his mind about the Winchester giant.

"Every now and again I bring down one of his drug trades to remind him that I mean business. As a matter of fact" Gabe said looking at the clock on the wall with a grin "We are almost done here and I'm going to start hunting down a few of his associates, maybe you'd like to help me out?" Sam's pride exploded as he eagerly excepted, he loved research almost as much as he loved hacking computers, mostly because the two coincided.

"Great!" Gabe exclaimed "I can always use another nerd on the squad of justice. I'll meet you outside once your shift is over?"

"Yeah, it's a date!" Sam said using the expression casually before turning beet red at the implications as the trickster strolled out of the kitchen looking very pleased with himself.

Author's Note: Gonna try to update earlier than a month next time. How about two weeks or earlier?