Warnings: yaoi, Gabriel/Sam slash, sexual innuendos, mild language and future violence.

Disclaimer: All characters from Supernatural and references to anime belong to their respected creators, not me.

Chapter 6: Costumes

Sam watched the young girl walk away and resumed taking the time to look down in what Gabriel had decided to put him in. He was used to the random outfit changes the angel could put him in and flashed back to when he had him dressed as a doctor in a hospital show, and even worse, fully transformed into a KITT version of the 1967 Impala.

Now he was in a green jacket, with a red tie and black slacks. So this was the school uniform for kids in high school in Japan? Or at least...Melanie of Harmony Suzuki? What was it Gabriel had said he was supposed to be cosplaying from again?

Another girl ran up to him with a camera in hand and he sighed. He didn't have time for this if he was supposed to find that tricky angel in this giant sea of colored wigs and costumes. But knowing the rules for Gabriel's games, he played around and gave a slight smile as the girl clicked a snapshot and hurried away with a shy thank you.

He still didn't understand why the angel had kidnapped him at all, much less brought him to an anime convention. He usually had his reasons, although twisted and usually ending with his older brother either dead or in pain.

He clenched his fist and started to weave through everyone.

All he knew was that the angel appeared in the motel room that he stayed in with his brother and Castiel while he was going over a missing person's case report with riddles and sarcasm before kidnapping him to an apartment that seemed to be floating in the middle of worm holes. Sure he hadn't hurt him; he kept saying that he was trying to protect him, whatever that meant. But he didn't trust the trickster angel at all. All he wanted to do was get back to Dean.

Crap. Dean was probably panicking right now. The last time he had been kidnapped like this it was by Azazel and he'd ended up in a caged death match in the middle of an abandoned ghost town with other psychic kids like him. And he hadn't won.

Then again, Dean had emotionally given up on him a long time ago. As hard as Sam tried to get close to Dean like they had been in the old days, nothing worked. It was if Famine had been right and his older brother really was dead on the inside. Didn't care about anything anymore. It physically hurt him to think that his brother would never be the same, never trust him and look at him the same anymore. He knew it was his own fault but he'd do anything to change that.

And the first step to that was going to have to be finding Gabriel and getting the heck out of here, back to Bobby's at least.

Usually the angel stayed hidden somewhere close so he could spy on him, and usually he was someone from the same show, like when he was Dr. Sexy or the cop. So all he had to do was look for someone wearing the same uniform as him, right? Or maybe even one of the girls that kept asking for his picture or a hug. He shuddered.

"Itsuki! Itsuki!" He winced as he recognized the name that people called out when they saw him, apparently the name of his character. At least there was no way he could forget who he was supposed to be.

He turned, prepared to see the raised camera and the hopeful smile behind it.

"Hey, um, have you seen anyone else from...er...my show?" He asked after she toke a photo.

"Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya? Yea, sure, I saw a Haruhi and Nagi near the door." She pointed in the direction behind Sam and twirled off, leaving Sam just as confused as he was before he asked. He still had no idea what he was looking for as he headed off in the direction she'd pointed.

As soon as he walked through the doors he found himself...back in the same room. He sighed. Why couldn't he walk through a door one of these days and actually have it lead to where it was supposed to? He ran his fingers through his hair and realized that his hands were no longer bare but covered by a glove. He looked down at himself and felt his heart stop beating. He was wearing a skin tight white pilot suit with black shoulder pads. He backed against the wall, his breath catching in his throat and his eyes darting around, hoping to God no one noticed him in this thing.

His prayers went unanswered. If God didn't care about the apocalypse why would he care about Sam Winchester not wanting anyone to see him in a skin tight outfit? And he was soon surrounded by not just one girl at a time this time, but a group of both males and females asking him to pose.

One girl in a costume with long neon green hair scoffed at him. "Nice costume but your hair is all wrong for Suzaku. She reached up and tried to dislodge and maneuver his bangs back into his face and ruffled up the back.

Sam quickly grabbed her wrist.

"Gabriel?"

She glared at him. "No. C.C. Don't cosplay from Code Geass if you don't even know the characters names."

He rolled his eyes. If it were his choice he wouldn't be here at all, much less 'cosplaying'.

The girl snuggled up to him for a few people to take pictures before turning to him, her hands on her hips.

"Is this your first con? Aren't you a bit old to be cosplaying for the first time?"

"Uh...yea...I've been to a...uh...Supernatural con before, but never...one like this." He said slowly. "And my friend forced me into this costume.

For such a forceful girl, this brought a small smile.

"My friend forced me to cosplay my first con too. It can be rough. Oh, get a pose ready, here comes some more." She smiled and turned her back to him and a group of people spotted them and started over.

He sighed. Great, now he had this girl to deal with. He'd have to ditch her quick if he was ever going to find Gabriel within the next month.

"Have you seen anyone else from...our show?" He mentally winced again as he forgot once again what he was supposed to be from.

She looked at him, no trace of a smile as she guessed he was trying to get away from her.

"There's another C.C. wandering around with a LeLouch somewhere. And. This is your first con so I'll give you some free advice. Fan girls can be scary. Watch your ass." She huffed and briskly walked away from him, giving the impression that she was one of the scary fan girls she spoke of.

He sighed and spotted a staircase, slowly making his way towards it. Surely he had gotten close to Gabriel before so he had decided to pop him into a more popular character to slow him down from looking for him while he was constantly stopped every 5 feet to take pictures or give someone a hug. More than once he'd have to awkwardly excuse himself as someone tried to make shy conversation with him about his plans later tonight.

His plans later tonight were to be at Bobby's house and get a hold of Castiel to borrow that angel killing dagger he had. He was going to kill Gabriel. He was wasting valuable time by being here.

"Lucifer!"

He spun around at the name, wishing he had some kind of weapon and tense. Only to find...

"You're Lucifer from Angel Sanctuary, right?"

A girl with a bright red wig, red trench coat and a dragon tattoo on her face speaking to him.

"I'm Michael! I didn't think there were any other Angel Sanctuary cosplayers at this con!"

Oh yes. He was going to kill Gabriel. Slowly and painfully if possible. This couldn't get any worse as he looked down at the now black outfit he wore. When did Gabriel even have a chance to change him again without him noticing? He hated to admit how good he was at these tricks.

"So, are there any Gabriels around here?"

"Gabriel? There isn't a Gabriel in Angel Sanctuary."

He sighed. Of course, that would have been too easy.

"There's a Jibril."

"Jibril?"

"Yea, she's kinda like Gabriel...the arch angel of water and illusion. She has Sara's form."

Sam rubbed his forehead, feeling a massive headache coming on. This was different from Gabriel's past games, this wasn't fair. He didn't have Dean, and he didn't know anything about any of these anime, he didn't even have the slightest clue. How could he be expected to win? But that was it wasn't it? Gabriel didn't want him to win. In the past games, his motive was for him to 'learn a lesson'. However now, he didn't want Sam to leave so he was playing to win. Realizing this Sam felt his stomach drop. He had close to a zero percent chance at beating a stubborn angel at his own game.

"Dammit. I lost the game." He muttered

Suddenly the Michael punched him on the arm and laughed as people around him boo-ed.

"Aw man, you suck!" she exclaimed.

Deciding to not even ask about what the hell just happened, he started to walk off, noticing that Michael was following. Great, probably another one of those fan girls C.C. had warned him about.

That's when he spotted him. Oh Gabriel, obvious Gabriel. Sam knew the arch angel better than he thought.

Game Over.

End of Chapter 6.

Yea, I know it dragged on. To be honest, towards the end of the last chapter I hit a writers block, and then I had a dream about Gabriel poofing Sam into an anime convention. Probably my obsession with Supernatural mixed with my stress about finishing my own cosplays for an upcoming convention. There was more I could have added but I felt like this chapter was rambling on so I went for a quick finish before I bored you guys to death.

Next chapter is back to Gabriel's POV.