AN/ hi! I'm back with chapter 2!

Chapter title came from a Metallica song of the same name, it's not one of my favorites, it's a little slow in my opinion. But it was one of the songs I listened to while writing this.

Soulless666- I will try my best not to kill the story, but no promises:). and yes, yes he will. That'll help ALOT. :)

This chapter contains happiness and a look into the daily lives of Sam and Gabriel.

Sam is 15, this chapter is inspired by-

In tall tales, Gabriel says that he's met hunters before, so this is that time.

Chapter 2

Nothing else matters

Gabriel walked into one of the houses he had created for Sam to see said teenager hanging upside down from the chandelier, a book in his hands. When he saw Gabriel, he dropped the book on the table below him and pushed off, flipping mid-air and landing on his feet in the middle of the dining room table.

He looked at Gabriel sheepishly,

"Sorry..." He shifted awkwardly, staring at his bare feet, biting his lower lip.

"S'okay, we don't need this place anymore." Gabriel said.

"What d'you mean, we don't need this place anymore." Sam asked curiously.

"Well, kiddo," Gabriel began "I'm taking you with me this time, you can help me find some deserving people and help with the punishments."

Sam stood and stared for at least a minute, the leaped off the table and grabbed the very surprised archangel in a hug.

"Awesome!" Sam exclaimed, "when do we leave?"

"Now." Gabriel said, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder and teleporting them to a house he had prepared in advance.

Sam grinned, "do I get to help with thinking up creative stuff?" He asked eagerly.

Gabriel smiled, "sure kiddo, just let me find some deserving dickbags first."

Sam grinned, then frowned slightly,

"you won't kill anyone, right?"

"Don't worry, my promise still stands, no deaths."

Gabriel ruffled Sam's long hair, then gestured to his feet,

"Go put some shoes on and we'll go out for supper."

Sam heard the doorbell ring, curious, he jumped off his bed and poked his head around the corner, looking into the hall, and the doorway.

Two men in suits stood in the doorway, talking to Gabriel.

Sam tried to duck back into his bedroom, but one of the men spotted him.

"Who's that?" He asked.

Gabriel looked behind him, as if he hasn't known Sam was there,

"that's my son, don't mind him, he's really shy."

Sam knew instantly from the fact that Gabriel had called the usually friendly teen shy that something was wrong, but he swallowed his fear and poked his head around the corner again.

"Can we talk to him?" The other man asked.

"Sure," Gabriel said, then he turned to face the hall, "it's okay Sam, you can come out, their FBI agents, everything's fine."

Sam crept around the corner and walked up to the door, eyes cast down so that he didn't have to look at the so called "agents".

"How old are you?" The older of the two asked.

Sam just looked at the floor, it was a code that he and Gabriel had decided years ago, if the FBI were actually FBI, Gabriel would introduce Sam as his younger brother, if they were hunters, he would introduce Sam as his son who's mother had died recently, causing him to quit talking.

"Hey, kid, answer me, can you talk?" The younger man snapped at him, taking a step forward.

Gabriel glowered at him, putting a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Why don't you come inside, Sam, can you make us some coffee?"

Sam nodded and walked into the kitchen. He could here Gabriel telling the hunters their cover story.

"He's fifteen, sorry 'bout that, he lost his mother recently, he won't talk to anyone, not even me."

"Aren't you a bit young to have a fifteen year old son?" One of the hunters questioned.

"I'm 35, that's not that young, it's kind of a long story." Gabriel deflected the question neatly, and Sam mentally congratulated him on the quick thinking.

"Alright, we'll be going now, thanks for your time." With that, the hunters stood, shook Gabriel's hand, and left.

Sam abandoned the half made coffee and walked into the dining room.

"Hunters?" He asked.

Gabriel nodded. "They think I'm a trickster."

Sam raised an eyebrow, "you ARE a trickster."

Gabriel shook his head.

"No, I'm THE trickster, not A trickster." He said, grinning.

"Can I go poke around?" Sam asked hesitantly.

Gabriel paused before answering, "okay, kiddo, just be careful, and don't let them see you."

Sam nodded, excited to finally be able to help with something.

Sam was under the window at the house the hunters were in.

It was too old to be rentable, so they were probably just saving money and staying in the abandoned cabin.

The window Sam hid under was half open, that meant that he had to be careful not to make any noise.

It also meant that he could clearly hear the conversation the hunters were having.

"I think it's probably that guy, what's his name, with the kid."

"Why?"

"Think about it, he moves to town, a day later, all these weird, trickster-like things start happening."

"Are you sure we should kill them, I mean, they haven't killed anyone, an the one guy, he's just a kid."

"He's a trickster, they both are, they're supernatural creatures. They need to die."

"Can tricksters even HAVE kids?"

"I guess they can, if they couldn't, how would there be more tricksters?"

"They're immortal, idiot. They don't need to have kids."

Sam slid away from the window, he didn't need to hear more.

Gabriel sat in the living room, trying to think up a plan.

A part of him really wanted to get Sam and fly as far away from the hunters as possible, another part wanted to track them down and smite their sorry little ass for even thinking about hurting Sam. He knew the teen could look after himself, but he had become very attached to the kid, after he practically saved his life the night he'd found him in an alley, with no memories of who he was, only that his name was Sam and that he'd been taken from his family by an angel.

Gabriel's musings were interrupted by his phone ringing. He rolled his eyes and stood, walking over to the phone, he picked it up, frowning at the unfamiliar number.

"Hello, Daniel Arkman here."

"Hey, Bobby, its Dean, what's the... Wait. Sorry, wrong number." The phone clicked as the caller hung up.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, "okay." He mumbled.

Glancing at the time on the phone, he started in surprise.

'Nice,' he thought to himself, 'I almost forgot about supper.'

Walking down the hall he yelled to the teenager locked in his room reading,

"Sam! What'd you want for supper?"

Gabriel frowned when he didn't answer,

"Sam? Kiddo? You in there?"

Gabriel was starting to panic, Sam always told him before he went anywhere, he'd never sneaked out before, he knew that Gabriel would let him do pretty much anything.

Gabriel walked up to his door and eased it open.

His heart sank. Sam's room was empty, and as Gabriel walked forward, his foot bumped something lying on the floor. Picking it up, Gabriel realized that it was the book Sam had been reading.

That was when Gabriel realized something was wrong, Sam would never leave a book lying on the floor, everything was always neatly arranged.

His suspicions were confirmed when he found a note sitting on Sam's bed.

If you ever want to see him again, come to the abandoned factory on the west side of town at 8. No sooner, no later.

Gabriel's fist clenched, crushing the note into a ball of paper. He reached a hand inside his jacket and pulled out something he hadn't used in a long, long time.

His angel blade.