The two brothers looked at each briefly then stared back at Carlos with a suspicious gleam in their eye's.
"I mean- it's just that- well, here in Nightvale the people aren't aloud to believe in them. I was just wondering if perhaps, since you two were from out of town that maybe you did." Carlos said quickly, gesturing wildly with his hand.
"We do. They're real." Sam said softly. Carlos sighed with relief and visibly relaxed.
"Well then, you'll be pleased to know I believe I have captured one and am holding it for -."
"Wait, hold on."
"How did you capture an angel? The only way to keep it trapped is-"
"Oh I know, The Man in The Tan Jacket told me how to make the circle of holy oil and set it ablaze. Now it wasn't easy getting the angel into the circle let me tell you, but -"
"Did the angel tell you it's name?" Sam asked quickly.
"Hm? Oh, I guess I didn't think to ask. How rude of me. Ah oh well, I can ask momentarily." Carlos said as the elevator finally came to a stop at the lowest level of the building. The doors slid open to reveal another white room, just without all of the desks and assorted papers lying about. There was only a push cart filled with various microscopes and other scientific equipment laying on it, pushed off to the side. The dead center of the room was on fire. Well a controlled fire, burning in the shape of a circle surrounding the man standing in the center of it. The three men stepped into the room silently each with a different expression on his face. Dean, looking determined as usual, Sam rapt with the curiosity of which angel it might be, and Carlos was overly excited as he usually was as when he was on the brink of a new scientific discovery. The man in the circle of flames cocked his head slightly, as if listening to the approaching footsteps, but didn't turn around.
"So, which one are you?" Dean asked glaring at the back of the man's head. A small chuckle came from the man.
"Ah Dean, don't tell me you've forgotten about me already?"
Dean narrowed his eyes as Sam's jaw fell slack.
"Wait is that..."
"No it can't be."
"Wait, lemme get my clipboard!"
"No can do Sam-Clone!" The man said twirling around quickly to face them. Carlos let out a groan of frustration as his hand hovered just out of reach of his clipboard. The Winchester's eyes widened and their mouths hung open in shock.
"You weren't nearly as responsive early! When I actually had my notes on hand!"
Gabriel shrugged and then smirk at the brothers.
"So you guys wanna get me out of this trap or what?"