He kept his eyes on the hunter in front of him, who was now running around screaming, with hair as long as Rapunzel and a beard that almost touched the ground. Gabriel couldn't figure out what the big deal was since this guy had practically been raiding every medical shop and begging the doctors for a hair growth medicine. In fact, the archangel figured that if anything, this hunter should be kissing his feet right now, thanking him.

I did you a favour!

What Gabe got instead was a surprise visit from the Winchesters.

"So this is your idea of fun?" Sam asked, leaning against the wall glaring at Gabriel, "To give a bald man a complete makeover, so that he ends up looking like…." Sam didn't even know what to call it. Hell, even Dean had been completely speechless when he'd seen that sight and on the verge of laughing, he still was.

"Like a gorilla!" Dean exclaimed. He was circling the archangel, in a predatory way, being careful enough to not come close to the burning holy oil they'd trapped the angel in. He remembered how he'd managed to take down the archangel in that house because, luckily, Gabe had been too concentrated on the prank he'd been playing to notice the change in scenery. By the time the trickster had noticed though, it had been way too late.

Gabriel shrugged, "It's not me you should be worried about right now."

"What do you mean?" Sam didn't bother moving from his place, but he wondered what the trickster was saying. Could he be telling the truth? Did they have a bigger concern right now or was Gabriel trying to play tricks on them?

"Don't listen to him, Sam," Dean started angrily, "He's just trying to trick us." Dean put his hand in his hair and noticed that it kind of got stuck in the longish hair. Oh crap!

"Actually Dean-o, I'm not," Gabriel didn't hide his smirk when he saw Dean's (Sam's actually) hand stuck in his long hair.

Now here's someone who might actually grow hair as long as Rapunzel's.

"What do you mean?" Sam repeated, not taking his eyes off of Gabriel. But he could see that there was something wrong with Dean from the corner of his eye.

"Did Castiel happen to tell you about who brought me back to life?" Gabe asked.

"Yeah," Dean winced as he tried to yank his fingers out of his hair. Stupid moose mane! As soon as Dean took care of Gabriel, the next on his list would be Sammy's hair. Man, it would be a pleasure to cut all these stupid tangle-prone hair. He heard Gabriel snorting and immediately stopped what he was doing to turn and look at the arch angel.

"We know that Metatron brought you back!" Sam explained, turning sharply when his brother winced. He looked at Dean's (his own) hand tangled in his hair and suddenly felt his eyes widening. Oh no he didn't…

"Well, then you must know that my stupid brother has gone to speak to him," Gabriel continued, hoping that Sam and Dean would get the point or that at least Sam would, because the older Winchester looked like he was busy with something else.

"Look cut the crap and get to the point," Dean almost growled as he felt his temper getting out of control. Stupid Sammy and his stupid hair.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked in his ever-so-bitchy way when Dean tried to pull his hand out of his hair a second time and failed.

I'm gonna shave his hair. I'm gonna friggin' make him bald! Dean thought as Sam rushed over to help him untangle his hair from his hand or his hand from his hair. Dean didn't know anymore, he was just pissed off and confused and he wanted his hand free so that he could friggin' punch Sam in the face. That was exactly what he did as soon as his hand was by his side again.

Sam was clearly not expecting the punch but he was a hunter and was used to being Dean's punching bag, so he just faltered a little bit. Although he immediately stabilised himself, still half in shock, it was enough for the trickster to get the chance that he had needed to disappear.

"What, how the hell did he disappear?" Dean grumbled, looking around confused. His little brother guessed that the slight crack on the floorboards might have had something to do with it and that Gabe had probably just been waiting for a moment like this all along.

But Sam wasn't about to tell Dean that. He was still reeling from the punch his big brother had sent his way, "Why did you punch me?"

"Cause you pissed me off!" His brother said in a loud voice, as if it justified what he'd done.

"I was just trying to help you, Dean. I did nothing to make you angry," Sam told him, still pretty confused about why exactly Dean had punched him.

"Not you you…..I meant this you," Dean said pointing to himself, "First there's your gigantor body and then your long legs and don't even get me started about your friggin hair cause I swear I'm gonna shave 'em all off!"

Dean was clearly frustrated and Sam had a feeling that it was even more so because of the mark. But Sam was angry too. Did Dean really think that he was the only one having a problem with the whole body switching ordeal?

"You think you've got it bad? I've got it worse!" Sam shouted back and when Dean replied with an 'oh yeah', he continued, "You're short, you're practically bald and don't even get me started on your short and stubby legs."

Dean's jaw dropped at Sam's unexpected response. He had been expecting something, but not this. "Oh no you didn't," Dean hissed, his voice low and dangerous. When Sam smiled that smile at him, he was ready to pounce on him but before he could, a blinding white light made the boys cover their eyes. When they finally opened them-

"Dean?!"

"Sam?"

"Sammy!"