Gabriel was annoyed. He had another vision, and once again had to deal with demon's taint lingering in his head again. Loki was less than pleased to, because his grace wasn't enough to block it without being there with Gabe.

And tonight he had a vision of some guy getting killed by someone he had only seen once.

Gordon, the vampire hunter who he royally pissed off by moving an entire coven before he could kill them.

The only reason he hadn't arrested him then and there was because he had reputation to maintain as a neutral. Unless Gordon came after him specifically, the best he could do was move the covens out of the area until Gordon lost their trail.

There was a reason he got along with Midnight and John so well. While he was a neutral he also genuinely didn't give a damn about which side you were on. If you did something to piss him off, he would stop you.

Gabriel rubbed his eyes. He was going to kill whoever kept sending him these damn visions.

"What's up Gabe?" asked Dean yawning.

"I'm plotting the murder of whoever keeps sending these visions," said Gabe rolling over.

"Let me know if you need help hiding a body," said Dean in return, going back to sleep.

Gabriel had, once Dean figured out that Sam wanted a break from traveling with him even if it meant dealing with Loki for a short time, given Dean the same cage trick he had used on his tent. And with charms sleeping in the car was infinitely safer than trying to sleep inside a hotel room and cheaper as well.

Gabriel was still yawning the next morning, and growled when Dean tried to talk to him before he had his second cup of coffee.

"Not a morning person, eh Sammy?"

Because of what the demon told them, Dean continued with the ruse that Gabriel was really Sam.

From what they knew, Azazel had no idea Gabriel was back, despite the fact that Crowley had been using him to hunt down contracts for a few years now. It had taken him ten minutes to find out why... apparently to insure that yellow-eyes never learned of Gabriel too early Crowley had told the demons that his new bounty hunter was in fact the Harry Potter.

Apparently they found the fact that Harry Potter, the Light's favorite Poster Boy acting as a collector for demons delicious irony.

And Azazel hadn't bothered to remember that Gabriel had been adopted by that name, assuming that the infant he dumped in England had died during the civil war, or was still in England.

So they planned to pull one over on the bastard by keeping up the switch with Sam and Gabriel. If Azazel was sending visions to Sam or the one he thought was Sam, then they might be able to catch him with a surprise attack from Gabriel.

If Gabriel could use those weird psychic powers and not be evil, then so could Sam. And that was all the reason Dean needed to overlook the fact Sam was learning with Loki while he was away from Dean.

So far Sam had gotten the whole telekinesis ability down to a point where he wasn't bleeding from his nose anymore. Something Loki had assured him repeatedly that it was normal for some nosebleeds to occur.

Gabriel had moved from basic telekinesis to something that even Dean would be impressed by. Pyrokinesis.

There was also another ability Gabriel had found that worried him.

The ability to control pit beasts directly with his mind. It was how he had gotten his pack to listen to him originally...he had made them listen. If Loki hadn't cleaned the demon's blood out of him, he might have worried about it. But Loki had trained his powers up to the point where he could do it without demon's blood reinforcing the channels.

It had taken countless blood restoratives and many days of migraines to get to this point, but the fact was that he could now control his pack and a few minor demons without using demon's blood. Starting from the ground up with someone who knew what they were doing helped more than any self-training he could have gotten.

"So where are we going exactly?"

"Not we. From the visions I know Gordon is hunting the psychics awakened by Azazel. How that asshole found out about this mess I have no idea...but he won't last long in prison when I'm done with him," said Gabriel.

"What are you going to do?"

"Gordon has a bounty on his head... a hundred thousand one, meaning he really screwed the pooch. All I have to do is let the cops find out about his little arsenal and point them in the right direction, and they'll lock him up in a place with no escape. Sometimes it pays to be known as a neutral party," said Gabriel.

A little polyjuice for the vampires and several testimonies from the covens and Gordon wouldn't see the outside of a prison cell for years, if he ever got out.

Vampires would be more than happy to put this particular hunter behind bars...and legally to boot. And Gabriel could legally have him arrested without Gordon finding a way out of his just reward for targeting the wrong brothers.

He had no idea that Sam's double was a bounty hunter, and one that had ties to the FBI who wanted him behind bars. If he had, he would have been a hell of a lot more careful about his bragging about some of the vampires he had killed in front of him.

Gordon captured Dean in an attempt to draw 'Sam' out. Ava, a fellow psychic, had seen Sam go into the house and get blown up. But that had to be faked, because Gabriel wasn't nearly that stupid.

He had a better plan than a sneak attack that Gordon would definitely be waiting for.

Dean waited in the chair, and he noticed the shadow in the window. Gordon heard a creak from the back, unaware that one of the more feral members of the Pack was being made to walk that particular hazard instead of 'Sam'. Dean could see it, but Gordon couldn't.

The moment that particular hound was killed, Gabriel broke through the door and shot Gordon twice with his beanbag rounds, and then with a stunner before he could get up.

He zip-tied his hands behind his back and then cuffed him in a way he wouldn't be able to get out of...and put a leg-locker curse on him just in case. He called it in to the local cops, made sure Dean gave a statement and commented on some of the other people that Gordon had kidnapped and tortured, then 'found' the arsenal in his car.

Gordon looked pissed when he woke up, and even more so when Gabriel gleefully showed him his badge which wasn't a fake.

And when he found out that the covens he so desperately hunted would be at the trial to make sure he stayed behind bars where he belonged...well, if he had the power to make Gabe spontaneously combust he would have done it right then and there.

"Ava?" called Gabriel.

He had a nasty feeling pass by him earlier, and he was worried that Ava had been Azazel's target.

And he was right to worry. Her fiance was dead, and sulfur was strong in her home.

"Shit... Azazel's damn tournament must have already started," said Gabriel, running a hand through his hair.

"Any idea where she is?"

"None. Not even Crow has any idea where this tournament is supposed to be, but we have been narrowing down where it isn't," said Gabriel.

So far they had nixed all the populated cities and those that lead out of the country. Wherever this is, it was remote, out of the way, and likely forgotten. There was definitely no cell service as well, which had narrowed down a lot of the areas.

It had to be survivable, but not so much that it was easy to leave.

Crowley was just as interested in finding this tournament and ending it prematurely, if only to piss off yellow-eyes and make a lot of demons out for his blood.

The Pit's pecking order was ever changing. If Azazel failed in his plan or showed too much weakness, then some of the lower demons would be after him in a heartbeat. And since Crowley hated him, he was all for knocking him down several pegs and taking it for himself.

Crowley wanted to be King of Hell, and he knew that allying himself with the Winchesters was a good start. He helped them, they offed his competition and he got to reap the rewards.

So yes, he was all for helping Gabriel find this tournament's location just so he could get ahead of the game. Even waving the usual 'soul marker' cost to do it.

"Sammy!"

"He given you any grief?"

"Aside from being kidnapped by the same hunter he was getting drunk with when we ran into that vampire coven and getting his ass kicked, no. How did the training with Lo' go?"

"Great... I finally stopped having nosebleeds when I move the sugar bags with the power," said Sam sarcastically.

"Oh god, I hated it when that happened. Did he at least clean you out of the blood yet?"

Sam blushed.

"Wait...he didn't tell you how he cleaned out my demon taint did he...?" said Gabriel.

Sam nodded. Gabriel face-palmed.

"Damn it Loki. Look, the other way is to ingest angel's blood instead of the way I went about it. Angel's blood does not like demon's blood."

"I know. He gave me a cup of something but never told me what it was. Tasted awful though," said Sam.

"Did he have an odd cut?"

"He had a band aid on his arm for about five minutes before he removed it."

"He made you drink it. I'm guessing he got you started on the powers soon after?"

Sam nodded.

"Which means he cleaned you out alright. I'm betting the power didn't come as easily after."

"Yeah."

"I had it easier. He cleaned me out before it woke up. Anyway I know he gave you a list of things you can do in hotel rooms?"

Sam nodded again. Loki had written up a detailed list of small exercises he could do that wouldn't freak out Dean. He hoped that he would eventually get to the point where he could get his new puppy Hunter to follow his commands without being told vocally or using his hands.

"Well if you need a blood restorative, give me a call and I'll have Loki deliver it on the spot. The last thing you need it to pass out from blood loss on a hunt," said Gabriel.

"Got it."

Gabriel was halfway to another state on his motorcycle while Loki was on the job dealing with yet another asshole who needed a lesson on not being a jerk to everyone when he felt an odd surge of psychic energy.

Stopping the vehicle, he cast his senses out.

There, in the distance was an abnormal amount of energy. And fro what he could tell there was a demonic hint to it.

He marked the area and headed on to the agreed meeting spot.

"So what's the movie for tonight?" asked Loki popping a squat on the couch with a bowl of Gabe's special popcorn.

"Well Dean recommended this to me after he found out you're actually an angel..."

Loki blinked at the cover before he swore rather impressively. He was so getting back at Dean for telling Gabe about that damn movie. Even if it was hilarious in his opinion, like the scene where 'Loki' claimed to be an atheist and screwed around with the clergy.

In Gabriel's hands was the movie Dogma, in which the guy all but told the demons where to find an angel in disguise.

"So... have you ever messed with the clergy?" asked Gabriel when he saw that scene.

"I tried it a few times back during the Crusades...then Dad got on my ass about it and I had to stop unless the bastard was a total hypocrite."

"Oh my god..." said Gabe when he saw the Metatron, nearly choking on his popcorn.

"What?"

"Who the hell cast this movie? That guy looks exactly like my old potions professor back in the hell hole!"

"You've never seen Alan Rickman before?" said Loki grinning.

"Never even heard of him."

"Oh we're going to have fun with this. Anyway about the movie..."

"Oh that is total bullshit... I know for a fact angels can drink alcohol!" said Gabriel howling.

Gabriel loved the movie...so much so that Loki was almost willing to forgive Dean for telling his boyfriend about it. Almost.

Gabriel was half-asleep after an all-night movie marathon when Sam called. It was four in the morning, and he would swear Dean was putting him up to waking him up at ungodly hours.

"Gabriel here... yeah, I'm free. Shapeshifter, huh? Oh god...who the hell came up with a name like man-droid?" asked Gabriel laughing. He needed a good laugh. But first he needed his sleep. He could have Loki drop him off later.

Gabriel went into the bank that the shapeshifter was due to hit next, already armed with an alibi for why he was there.

Sam was with him, mostly to provide a reason why he was cashing his 'check' from the FBI instead of simply depositing it like he normally did in his account. Dean would wait outside to alert them to any problems like the cops showing up.

Gabriel had a plan of attack. They would wait for the shapeshifter to enter, and he would set his spirit hounds* after the thing and be done with it.

No muss, no fuss, just some traumatized people with no one to pin it on without looking insane.

He sensed something other than human enter the bank, double checked by looking at the eyes, then called the pack.

Sam winced at the screams from the people around him, but since they were simple patrons no one could pin the sudden violent death on them.

American Magical Creature Classification Log

Subject: Spirit Hounds

Breed: Magical Canine/Wolf

Danger Classification: XXXX (License Required)

Known Breeders: Gabriel Winchester

Origins: Spirit hounds are an unusual off-shoot of the demonic beast commonly called Hell Hounds. Information on how this breed developed from the Pit-specific origins of the hell hounds is unknown, but there is speculation that if a hell hound is kept from the pit and exposed to certain energy wavelengths during the breeding stage, then the resulting pups will lose their demonic status and become more neutrally inclined.

Spirit Hounds have all the abilities of the hell hound breed with one notable difference. Spirit Hounds can be tamed by anyone with sufficient Sight and patience.

Gabriel Winchester is the only known breeder of these peculiar hounds. He is currently considered the first magical to have bred these hounds, though how this particular breed began is still unknown.