Warnings: yaoi slash Gabriel/Sam. Sexual innuendos.

Disclaimer: Everything from Supernatural and anything else mentioned in this chapter do NOT belong to me. They all belong to their respected creators.

Chapter 5: Another Trick

Gabriel woke up the next morning slightly disorientated, not yet aware of why there was a churning feeling in the pit of his stomach. Then the previous days actions came crashing back all at once and he jumped off the huge bed.

Somewhere in this apartment, was a kidnapped and very upset Sam Winchester.

He couldn't believe he even fell asleep. Angels didn't even need sleep. He just did it out of luxury and he had gotten into the habit since he was usually so bored at night. He stopped in front of a large vanity mirror over his dresser to try and quickly shove his disshelved red hair back into it's usual slicked back appearance but several strands refused to be dismissed to easily and fell back into his bangs as he rushed out the bedroom door, expecting to see Sam trying to scale his way down the snowy mountain cliff that was outside the porch door.

But instead his eyes rested on the tall figure sprawled out on his couch. Wavy hair in disarray around the bangled pillows and one very long arm hanging off the side, letting the fingers rest on his plush floor. His face was turned into the cushions, hiding most of his features. Gabriel kicked himself as he reached out and brushed his bangs away from his face, waiting for those green hazel eyes to snap open.

How ironic that this demon-blooded abomination of a human looked like such a stereotypical angel when he slept. Gabriel was pretty sure that he didn't look like the angel he was supposed to be while he was sleeping. He didn't even look like an angel when he was awake.

He walked away from the sleeping form into the kitchen and let himself take in his reflection in the mirror above the sink.

Nothing about him looked angelic. Especially not his cold eyes that stared back at him. Maybe after all these years on earth he had somehow fallen from grace and really became the Trickster he was named without even realizing the slow transformation. He remembered at some point he glowed with power, his eyes reflected heaven and even his hair was lighter and more graceful. How long had it been since he last summoned a shadow of his wings? Did they even still exist?

He turned as he heard a soft thunk and he peeked around the corner to see Sam's leg had fallen off the couch to the floor as well as he stirred and wondered when the kid had finally fallen asleep last night. He should probably make that couch wider to accommodate his height once he got up. The fake he made must have been off a few inches.

Speaking of accommodations for him, maybe he should prepare some coffee. Humans usually liked coffee in the morning, and with a stressful night job like Sam had, he probably lived off the stuff. And of course when he said prepare, he meant create out of thin air. He pegged Sam for the kind of person that liked flavored drinks with cream and sugar, maybe even some whipped cream. He could go for some sugar and whipped cream himself.

A bowl of whipped cream appeared and he didn't even use a spoon, just stuck his finger in and sucked the sugary substance off his finger, savoring it. One thing Gabriel didn't like about sleeping was that it gave him too many hours to go without any sugar intake.

"Are you just eating whipped cream?"

He almost gagged on his finger and dropped the bowl, startled by the sudden voice in the doorway to the kitchen. He looked up at Sam, his finger still in his mouth.

"Is it turning you on?"

He kicked himself as the words were out of his mouth before he even thought about him. He really needed to start thinking before speaking around him, especially because of the things that might come from his lips regarding him.

He materialized a steaming caramel latte on the counter as Sam sighed and turned to leave. He paused and looked at it, then back to the angel, then back to the coffee. As if asking if it was poisoned.

"It's this thing called coffee. You see, it's got sugar and caffeine and people usually drink it to wake up in the morning."

Sam's expression was unamused at the angel's sarcasm as he gingerly picked it up and sniffed it. And he wasn't sure if it was because he was trying to figure out what kind of coffee it was, or because he still didn't trust him. He toke a sip and raised an eyebrow.

"It must really pay off to have your own personal star bucks floating around."

Gabriel nodded, continuing to eat his whipped cream.

"Are you going to give me any answers today or am I still just being held captive here until you feel like it?"

"I'll give you whatever answers you want kiddo. The capital of North Carolina is Raleigh. Five times eight equals forty. The first elevator was invented in New York. The sperm whale has the largest -"

"I mean answers to why I'm here and your not letting me go back to my brother." Sam cut him off.

"Don't you know what the Sperm Whale has?"

"No."

Gabriel sighed. "You have such a one track mind. You should get that ADHD checked out you know."

"I want out of here."

So he was skipping the part where he actually cared about why he was here and going straight to demanding to leave.

"Where do you want to go? Canada? Germany? Egypt? Indonesia?"

"To my brother! Or Castiel or Bobby or anyone! I can't stay here Gabriel!" Sam was starting to shout. The young human had such a short temper. I guess that psychiatrist was right about his anger issues and he made a mental note that he should watch out for violence in the future that he'd be staying with him.

"I'll let you go anywhere. But there. You can't go to any of them."

"And you're not going to tell me why. I just can't." It wasn't a question but a statement. Sam understood he wasn't going to get anything out of the trickster and for the moment, he didn't care. It seemed like he'd given up on answers.

Gabriel finished his whipped cream and debated a doughnut. He couldn't keep Sam here in this apartment peacefully for much longer. Not that he'd ever been peaceful here from the beginning but things were verging on getting explosive and as nice as his apartment was, it wasn't quite large enough to contain Sam when he got violent. He'd seen quite a few houses or motels after the Winchesters had fought something and it quite literally looked like Castiel had thought it'd be fun to stick a train in there and see if it could go in a circle.

He didn't know what idea had gotten into him that Sam would go along with his plan without questions and just quietly stay put without argument. Of course Sam wanted to go back to help his brother. Dean was pretty much the only thing on his mind, the only thing he cared about since that demon whore Ruby betrayed him. And he knew Bobby was the closest thing he had to a father, he knew that when he toke his form and tried to make Sam kill him a few years ago. But being around them meant that Sam would be risking his life, his body and soul to fighting both demons and angels. Angels wanted him dead, and demons wanted him so Lucifer could kill him mentally by taking over his body. Gabriel couldn't let either of those happen.

"Let's go on a vacation." He started, ignoring the glare he was earning.

He stepped forward to Sam and wasn't surprised when he toke two steps back away from him.

"Come on, trust me."

"Give me one reason, just one reason why I should trust you? It doesn't even have to be a good reason. Just give me ANYTHING to think that I should come within an inch of trusting you." Sam growled.

"Well, to be honest, you probably shouldn't trust me." He shrugged and grabbed Sam before he'd have another chance to back away and the two men were gone without so much of a flash of light or puff of smoke.

When they reappeared they were in the middle of a loud and crowded hotel lobby. He helped Sam regain his balance as he clearly wasn't yet used to angel travel before he jerked away.

Sam looked around confused, his eyes darting from person to person surrounding him and Gabriel could see the questions piling in his eyes. Of course, he'd already been somewhere similar to this, but this time, instead of a hundred people cosplaying as himself and Dean, there were close to a thousand people cosplaying various anime and video game characters which was probably borderline frightening to the young hunter.

"Let's play a game." Gabriel started.

"No. where am I? Get me out. Of here." Sam continued to look in circles around himself as if he was expecting one of the Inu Yasha or Sephiroth cosplayers to attack him with their foam and tin foil swords.

"Anime convention. Find me and we'll go home."

"Home as in...your apartment?"

Gabriel sighed.

"No...I'll take you to Bobby. He's the only one I can find."

Sam nodded, confident in winning the game.

"By the way," Gabriel leaned closer to Sam before vanishing. "If anyone asks, yes, you're Itsuki from Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya."

He reappeared in a cosplay of his own to hide himself the floor above Sam and grinned as he looked down at himself confused as to how he got into a green plaid school uniform, and covered his mouth to hide a laugh as a teen fan girl ran up to ask for his picture and a hug.

"Come on Sammy, you remember my games. My costumes, my set, my rules. Just play along with your roll." He muttered as Sam grudgingly put an arm in a half-assed hug around the short girl.

End chapter 5

So, I realized that doesn't show my lines to separate the end of the chapters and my end comments so the ends of the previous chapters were probably confusing. I'm sorry about that. And don't worry, I'm wrapping things up. I just couldn't let things end without one of Gabriel's tricks. I'm trying to hard to not break them out of character.

Next chapter will be in Sam's POV.