Since Gabriel was able to get Romeo together with the twins so quickly, He managed to avoid the last 4 days of the ocean voyage. Right now he was in the next best place to heaven in his opinion, his favorite place which just happened to be any store in the world that sold sweet things.

Today's shop of choice was a little candy store in New York City that specialized in chocolate bark. He was trying to decided between the triple layer chocolate mint chip and the chocolate almond bark when Dad suddenly appeared before him in the body of the goth girl working behind the counter.

'Dad you do know you have a ring in your nose right? Michael's grace would extinguish itself if he saw you right now."Gabriel said. "You now how prim and proper he is."

The girl sighed. "I'm not here to talk about my oldest son who has the universe's largest broomstick stuck up his ass. I'm here to find out when you are going to finish delivering those messages. You know that old man isn't as spry as he used to be. It's going to take him some time to do his part."

"I was heading to the pub as soon as I was done here." Gabriel said.

"Good. When you've delivered those messages I need you to deliver one more." The girl said breaking off a variety of different barks and putting them in a bag. She handed the bag to Gabriel. "You need to go back to Ireland. I just spoke to Death, Noah MacManus is due for reaping soon. I think he should have his boys at his side."

"I'll take care of it." Gabriel said. "Oh, one more thing, you do know that Castiel is looking for you right?"

"I know, but just like humans have to learn how to live without me running their lives so do the angels. Angels and humans both have the capacity to learn from their mistakes. I wouldn't be a very good father if I prevented my children from learning the lessons they need to learn."

"And what about the apocalypse?" Gabriel asked.

He watched as Dad gave an enigmatic smile and left. Shaking his head at his father's love of being mysterious, Gabriel stepped out of the store reached into the bag and pulled out a piece of chocolate bark before snapping himself to Boston.

The old man was asleep and that was fine. It's not like people needed to be awake to get a message. Besides Doc was up there in years. The shock of an angel suddenly appearing at his bedside could very well send the guys soul packing without a reaper at hand to take charge of it. Gabriel laid a finger on the old man's forehead.

The boys are coming, you need to get things ready for them. Fix up that old storage room.

Gorgeous George was in a meeting with Little Yakavetta and several of Yakavetta's other underbosses. Gabriel leaned on the back of George's seat whispering in his ear.

You know you're not as good as they are.

Yakavetta is going to feed you to the wolves first chance he gets.

You're the scapegoat Georgie! Just watch and see.

You know he's planning something and it's not going to bode well for you.

It's time to cover your own ass because Yakavetta won't.

A little Paranoia is healthy if you want to live.

At the Silver Peso Gabriel took a moment to drop an unsigned note on the desk of Romeo's uncle.

"Yakavetta is up to something"

Gabriel let out a breath as he popped into the cottage to find Noah sitting in an old chair that he had made as a young man. Noah caressed the upholster tacks holding the leather to the wood frame.

Noah, you know someone deliberately called your sons back to Boston. Why would someone do that? The Yakavetta family was happy to see the last of them. Think about it. Who would have a reason to pull them back into the public eye and why.

Maybe the person that caused you to be separated from them for 25 years? He's a wily bastard, you know that. Who was it that planned all of your hits? Who was the only person that could have told the police where you would be that night?

He took your freedom from you that night, what is he planning to take from you now? All you have left that means anything to you is Connor and Murphy. He took you from them when they were babies, Maybe he plans to take them from you this time?

Gabriel watched as Noah pulled out his old vest and began cleaning and oiling it. With everything playing out as it should it was time to pop back in on the Winchesters. Maybe six months has taught Sammy something and the Apocalypse was derailed.

Gabriel snorted. Oh well a trickster can only hope.