So, I'm kind of sad that I got only one review for the Sam chapter. I thought people would like Jo dressed as Buffy and Sam embracing his geekdom! I do appreciate that one person, though, so thank you! Well, hopefully I'll get some reviews for this chapter, hint hint.

Currently: Gabriel

Disclaimer: I'm not Eric Kripke. 'Nuff said.

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It was no surprise to anyone that, while he didn't invent it, Gabriel had at least been involved in the creation of Trick or Treating. Really, the whole concept of showing up at someone's house in disguise, threatening to make their lives miserable unless bribed otherwise with candy had the archangel's name written all over it.

And since the Trickster was both proud of his handiwork and an annoying git, he'd insisted on accompanying Jo when she told the guys she was going costume shopping. She really should have seen that coming.

Jo rolled her eyes as Gabriel noisily ate a bag of M&Ms uncomfortably close behind her. "Do you have to eat right behind me?" she grumbled.

He threw another handful into his mouth. "No, but you're cute when you're annoyed," he said, though it took Jo a minute to translate through the crunching.

"Don't talk with your mouth full. How much sugar have you had today, anyway?"

Gabriel swallowed and took a moment to think. "Um, six Tootsie Rolls, five Jolly Ranchers, three king-sized Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, two Tootsie Pops, a handful of Smarties, two bags of M&Ms not including this one, and oh! Are we counting non-candy? Because I also had three powdered donuts, six chocolate éclairs, a Root Beer Float, a Coke, and a Mountain Dew."

She felt queasy just hearing about it. "Congratulations. Your eating habits could put a hummingbird into a diabetic coma."

"Thanks, Sweet-Tart!"

"Isn't it supposed to be sweetheart?"

His shit-eating grin was just begging for a sucker-punch. "Sweet-Tart fits you better."

Jo frowned and attempted to ignore him in favor of shopping. Unfortunately, given his short attention span and love for ticking off the blonde, Gabriel wasn't having it.

With a snap of his fingers, the modest hem of the witch's dress she held shrank three feet. Jo glared at the dress but simply put it back on the rack without a word. Of course, the Trickster retaliated by turning the Slytherin necktie she was considering pink and orange, and then the poodle skirt she looked at started to bark.

Realizing the barking would attract unwanted attention, Jo gave up on the silent treatment. "Will you stop screwing with everything?" she hissed.

With another snap, the barking stopped. "It's what I do, Sweet-Tart. But I might be willing to stop my tricks in exchange for a treat." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Already Jo could feel a headache coming on. "I know I'm going to regret this, but what will it take to make you stop?"

He made a show of thinking. "Hmmm. What do I want? Oh, I know! You just have to try on a costume of my choosing. You do that and I'll quit my tricks until we leave. Deal?" Gabriel eagerly held out his hand to shake.

Jo eyed it like it might turn into a poisonous snake, which, knowing Gabriel, wasn't entirely out of question. "Just one costume?" He nodded. "Ok, I'll try on one costume, but I don't have to buy it."

He smiled. "Fair enough. I wouldn't make you spend your hard-earned money on something you don't love; I'm a wiseass, not a jackass."

Studying him for another few seconds, she finally determined his honesty and shook his hand. "Deal. You've got one shot, angel-boy; make it count."

Gleefully, the archangel started going through the women's section like a toddler on meth. He pulled out costume after costume, throwing each rejected garment to the floor. Jo pitied the poor stock boy who'd have to clean it all up. Finally, after much clanging and crashing, she heard a "Eureka!"

Before she could blink she was in the changing room with a mass of green and gold in her arms. She stared curiously at the enormous golden horned helmet, but reluctantly she proceeded to change. Once she looked in the mirror, though, she nearly screamed.

She viciously shoved the curtain aside. "Lady Loki? You dressed me up as the freaking sexed-up, female version of a comic book villain based on you?"

Gabriel, of course, was too busy laughing to answer her.

Fifteen minutes later Jo was back in her normal clothes and walked out of the store as the proud owner of a simple cowgirl costume. Gabriel had lived up to his end of the bargain, causing no more trouble for her and even giving her a lollipop a peace offering. Of course, what she didn't know was that he planned to replace it with the Loki costume as soon as they got home.

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Because you just know Gabriel's got a big enough ego to love seeing a female version of himself. Hope you all enjoyed, but please be sure to let me know in a review! And feel free to offer suggestions for future chapters!

Ok, I'm really looking forward to the next one: Lucifer!