Gabriel stretched as he went to see who Loki was screwing around with. Yesterday he had gotten rid of this asshole professor by making him fall.
Gabriel went out to get something to eat, mostly because he had no intention of cooking anything for the next two weeks. He was in the bar ordering something stronger than the usual crap Loki bought when he saw someone.
"Oh hell no," he muttered. He grabbed his phone and texted Loki.
Dean and Sam in bar. Should we stay?
Loki replied almost instantly.
Let's mess around with them. Don't they usually have a yearly prank war around this time?
Gabe smirked. This was going to be fun.
"DEAN!" shouted Sam.
Shortly after they had gone into the sewers to find this so-called alligator that had killed the second professor, and had come up only to find someone had let the air out of the Impala's tires and had egged it pretty good.
Dean had also found two dead fish under each of the front seats. Needless to say he was pretty pissed.
Sam, when they had returned to their room, had found his computer so loaded with viruses from third-rate porn sites that he had to have a professional clean it out. And to make matters worse, his bed had some really questionable stains on it that he didn't want to know the name of...though the smell alone was pretty telling.
"It wasn't me!" said Dean. "Though you deserve it for leaving those damn fish in the car."
"For the last time I didn't put those fish in there! God, if I didn't know any better I would swear Gabriel was behind this," said Sam.
Suddenly the two paused. Gabriel had been out of contact for the past three days, though there had been an odd moment yesterday at the bar when someone had mistaken Sam.
"You don't think..." said Sam.
"Gabriel. You think he's here? Pranking us?" said Dean.
If Sam hadn't let the air out of the tires, then Gabriel might have as a prank. It would make sense, in a weird sort of way.
"It's possible, I mean we haven't gotten a hold of him in days now," said Sam.
"Didn't he say he was on vacation?" asked Dean.
"Let's try him again," said Sam.
"This is the voicemail of Gabriel. If you're contacting me for a case, go fuck yourself. I'm on vacation. If this is a life-or-death thing, try calling Crowley. If this is my brothers, then you had better damn well hope that it's not four in the morning or I swear to Heaven I will shoot you both in the ass. If this is John, then I'll get back to you once I check my voicemail."
Sam blinked. That was a rather detailed answering message.
"Gabe, this is Sam. Where exactly are you on vacation at?" asked Sam, before he hung up.
An hour later Gabe texted back.
On vacation with Lo'. Why?
Sam sent his reply.
Where are you?
Why would you care? The only reason I would come help is if you or Dean were held hostage by demons or something.
Because someone keeps pranking us and we wanted to make sure it wasn't you.
There was a bit of time before Gabriel replied to that. Though Sam could feel the smugness.
Wouldn't you love to know?
He refused to answer any messages after that.
"Well?"
"He wouldn't say," said Sam.
Gabriel was howling when they realized he was in fact in town...and that he and Loki were competing for the best prank against them.
"Dammit Gabriel!" said Dean when he saw that laughing loon.
"You mean to tell me I got caught up in your yearly prank war?" said Bobby snappishly.
"Well I certainly wasn't planning to drag you two muttonheads into my tricks, but since you were so eager to play," said Loki, hands behind his head.
Gabriel snickered.
"Which one of you put those fish in my baby?" demanded Dean.
"That would be me," said Loki.
"That's all I needed to know," said Dean...right before he shot Loki in the ass with his gun.
"OW! Motherf..."
Gabriel couldn't help his reaction. He started howling.
For an angel, getting shot by a normal gun was akin to a bug bite. He could get rid of the bullet and the damage without a problem. Still hurt like a bitch though.
"We better go before someone comes to investigate that gunshot," said Gabriel.
"You three morons owe me for this. And I mean big time," said Bobby grumbling.
"So who was it that let the air out of the tires? And my computer?" complained Sam.
"Loki did the tires...and I was the one who hacked your laptop," said Gabriel.
Sam punched his twin in the jaw for that.
"Loki let the air out of my tires?" said Dean twitching.
"OW! SON OF A BITCH! QUIT SHOOTING ME ALREADY!" yelled Loki. Hopping around holding his ass. The pain might be temporary for an angel, but it still hurt like hell!
"Yeah Dean, save your bullets for something that will actually die when you shoot it."
If Dean and Sam thought that the pranks were over once they ditched the college, they were dead wrong. A few days later on the road to another hunt, Dean popped in one of his favorite AC/DC tapes...and spent the next ten minutes trying to get it out of the tape player. Gabriel had told them he hadn't messed with the car...he never said anything about messing with Dean's outdated tapes.
Once Sam got over the shock of hearing the audio from one of the times Loki recorded his 'fun time' with Gabriel, he started howling with laughter at the look on Dean's face when he realized exactly what had replaced the music on the tapes.
On the third tape there was a message.
"Dude, get rid of the cassette tapes. There is such a thing as an Ipod jack for your car, and it's not that expensive. For the love of god, get rid of these tapes...because I am not switching them back."
Dean was twitching. Gabriel was so in for it next time he saw him.
"A werewolf attack?" said Gabriel.
"Yeah. And there was a survivor," said Sam.
"That...is phenomenally bad. One scratch or bite and they'll turn. Fortunately I do have a silver cage we can use to keep the survivor contained until we're sure they haven't been infected," said Gabriel.
"Fair warning, Dean intends to punch you for the tapes," said Sam, and Gabriel just knew his twin was grinning. He snickered.
"How did he like the recordings?"
"He spent the next ten minutes trying to either turn off the sounds or get it out of the player. I have pictures of the look on his face when he realized who was on the tape and what you were doing!" laughed Sam.
"I haven't even told Loki about that prank! He thinks he's the prank king," cackled Gabriel.
"So when are you coming over?"
"Just as soon as I drop off one of the spirit hound pups for John. Seems it takes six generations for the hell hounds to calm down enough for someone like John to train them as guard dogs," said Gabriel.
John was eager to have his new dog...because once a spirit hound bonds with their master they would literally follow them everywhere, even into hell. And with the amount of time John spent in hell trying to find information, a little back up would go a long way.
"Gabe! So what have you got for me?" asked John. He always enjoyed Gabe's presence. They had a similar sense of humor and were equally cynical.
Plus Gabe always brought jobs that brought him some much needed cash to pay for supplies.
Gabe grinned, before he reached behind him where there was an invisible cage. Invisible to anyone without the Sight anyway.
"A puppy?"
"Sixth gen, and it's trainable. Sam's already got his trained," said Gabe.
John took the cage and once the door was closed he let the puppy out.
It was a gangly thing, more paw than body. It would be big once it was fully grown. It had silver streaks in it's black fur, rather than red...a characteristic unique to spirit hounds. The last five litters were more red than silver.
"Big," he said.
"Well yeah, with how often you piss off the demons I thought you would prefer to have one of the bigger pups. These things grow easily four feet tall so long as they're fed regularly and you give them enough attention."
"How do you know when they're fully bonded to you?"
"When they start growling at demons rather than at angels," deadpanned Gabriel.
John blinked, expected him to be joking. He wasn't.
"Hunter, Spica, Hera, and Hades all growl at demons when I'm visiting Crow outside his place, but they've never once raised their heads around Loki. The rest are just breeding and guard dogs," said Gabriel.
"Huh. Any special requirements?"
"Well since you have the Sight you'll be able to see this pup once he's fully bonded, whether he's invisible at the time or not. And you'll get a general outline of other hounds. I've notice that the stronger the Sight, the more intelligent the hound...and with how strong yours is I wouldn't be surprised if he was borderline human with how smart he is," said Gabriel.
John scratched the pup's ear, and it thumped it's tail.
"So what are you going to name it?"
John blinked. He hadn't thought about what to name his new dog, since he had no idea which gender it would be when Gabriel brought it over. He looked at the paws on his new dog, then at Gabriel.
"Know any good words for claw?"
"Tsume. Japanese for claw," said Gabriel.
"What do you think? How does Tsume sound?"
The puppy, which had an odd silver X-shaped pattern on it's chest, barked. It liked the name.
"Tsume it is," said John.
"Anyway, I have to head out. Sam called in a possible werewolf victim and if they got bit I'll have to help them contact the nearest pack. Tsume gives you any grief, give me a call and I'll come over to see what I can do."
"Thanks. At least now I'll have some help. Chas isn't very good with exorcisms," said John with a grimace.
Gabriel like Chas, John's sorta apprentice. The kid was still a greenhorn, but he had a lot of heart and he at least had the sense to actually read the right material.
Chas wanted one a spirit hound too, but Gabriel told him he would only get one once he knew for a fact the kid could see them. If he couldn't get into Midnite's bar, then how was he supposed to handle one of Gabriel's hounds?
Gabriel left John after insuring the man at least had the right kind of leash (not one of those cheap plastic ones that extend, but one made of sturdy rope) and a good collar along with his private number so John could get a hold of him any time.
It was a mirror phone, something that wouldn't require batteries...and Gabriel would actually answer at any time.
"So let me get this straight. I take a small detour to drop off John's new dog, and Sammy gets laid by the werewolf girl?" said Gabriel incredulous.
Dean was still miffed about the tapes, but the fact his brother had gotten laid by the chick he was supposed to be guarding was funny enough to temper his annoyance.
Thankfully Sam's half-grown spirit hound Kiba (named for his rather large fangs) had kept her from taking a bite out of his brother.
Kiba was one of the rare spirit hounds who had the black fur of the hell hound breed entirely out. His fur was entirely silver and his gold eyes were sharper than Dean's when it came to seeing a scratch on his baby in the middle of the night. He was massive too, often taking up half the backseat of the Impala.
The only reason Dean put up with their new dog (or as Bobby snarkily called it once he found out where Sam had gotten the dog, the new Winchester family 'mascot') was because it was smart and helped out in hunts. The last time a ghost tried to brain Dean, Kiba had tackled it and kept it pinned while they salted and burned the bones.
"Where is she now?"
"She's currently waiting for you to show up," said Sam.
Because he knew for a fact Gabriel was in contact with a few werewolf packs, he thought it was was a better idea to call Gabriel for help rather than try to kill her.
"Sam?"
"Not exactly. My name is Gabriel, I'm Sam's twin brother. I hear you were bitten recently," said Gabriel.
She nodded miserably.
"Well we do have a few options for the newly turned. While you won't be able to go back to being a regular human, you can take precautions and try to live a normal life. However if you start to hunt humans regularly hunters can and will hunt you down."
"I thought you were a hunter," she said confused.
"Neutral party. I work as a bounty hunter for the supernatural, and hunting is more of a hobby. Part of that includes acting as the spokesperson for the other half of the world you once lived in...and acting as a relocation expert. Now there is a pack of local werewolves two towns over."
"Pack?"
"Wolves are social creatures, and generally they tend to join what are called packs to make living easier all around. Hunters are usually called in to deal with the feral, or 'lone' werewolves who disregard the general truce between the werewolves and the hunters. You were likely bitten by a feral from what I've heard."
Dean and Sam had already killed the one who turned her, but it was up to her if she wanted to try and live out her life as a newly turned werewolf. Either way Gabriel wasn't about to kill her off hand because of what she now was.
It would violate his status as a known neutral party. Not to mention piss off the packs if they found out.
Gabriel drove her to the nearby pack, and told them the situation.
Aside from joining the group once a month so she didn't end up killing another human like when she got out, she was allowed to live her life normally.
Every full moon she would join the pack for a midnight run inside a fenced in forest that was lined with enough silver and too high for them to jump. It was registered as a natural preserve for rare wolves according to the muggles, but in reality it was a playground for werewolves to run free created by the American Ministry.
A small compromise to keep them off the hunter's radar and the werewolves from hurting anyone else. Anyone stupid enough to break in during full moons and past the guards (all wizards who knew what the place was and didn't have a bias against werewolves) was on their own. If they made it to the fence before they got bit, then they were caught and given a heavy fine for breaking in. If not, well the packs might have another member.