Glad to see you were all so enthusiastic about the last chapter; we've hit 580 reviews! Did I mention that you guys are awesome?

In case you didn't notice already, I finished and published the sequel to 'Sigyn and Gabriel', so it should be available now - go take a look, leave a review and let me know what you think!

IMPORTANT NOTE: I went back and edited some stuff in earlier chapters, starting with chap 30 and working my way up to the last one. It's all pretty subtle stuff, and you might not notice it if you go back and reread it, but I can promise that it's Very Important Foreshadowing for a plot event that will take place roughly sixth year. So if you want to go back and see if you can find it, go ahead - I'm just letting you know that it's changed so reviwers later don't say that I 'didn't set it up at all'.

In other matters, read on; I hope you enjoy the trick Gabriel set up for Snape.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Harry Potter

Gabriel thought that his little Snape box was working well - maybe it wasn't as entertaining as the Winchester's escapades had been, but it was a lot more specific, so there was that to take into account.

He'd needed to take a quick little rummage through the man's history to find the right settings, and boy had he really hit the jackpot with this one.

Snape was going to flip his shit.

Gabriel sniggered as he watched the man. He had rewound to the moment Snape first found himself in the 'classroom', and at the moment Snape was looking around at his surroundings in utter bewilderment. The 'students' continued to work, seemingly oblivious to the presence of a grown man in their midst, though that might have been because Gabriel had replaced his robes with regular 'Muggle' clothing, as Snape would call it.

Currently, Gabriel was sitting a few rows behind Snape, avidly watching the proceedings. This was going to be great. He was disguised as a high schooler, with dark skin and darker hair, since there was no reason for him to look like Harry Potter here and if Snape actually figured it out he'd just use his default Trickster disguise - aka, his last vessel.

"Dude, are you going to help?"

"What?"

"Are you gonna help?" The girl sitting next to Snape held out an empty test tube. "We have to get this done by the end of the period - partners, remember?"

"I am not your partner," Snape snarled.

"Whatever, just help out, okay? I'm not failing Chemistry because of you."

Snape glared fiercely at her. The girl frowned back. "What is up with you?"

"What in Merlin's name is that supposed to mean?"

The girl looked at him critically. "Are you high?"

"I have no idea-"

The teacher swooped down on them in a manner not unlike Snape's. "Miss Milton. Mr. Snape. Is something the matter here?"

"He says I've got to do all the work," the girl said immediately, looking up at the teacher with wide eyes.

"I said no such-"

The teacher turned on Snape with what looked like vindictive pleasure. "Shirking your work again, Snape? Tsk, tsk, I'm afraid that will be a zero for today."

Snape sputtered for a moment. "This is outrageous-"

"If you couldn't handle my class, then why did you sign up for it?" The teacher challenged.

"I did not sign up for this!"

"Oh, really? Then I suppose your name is on my roster for no reason? And that you didn't come to me last term asking to switch to my class?"

"I would never-"

"Detention, Mr. Snape. I do not tolerate those who refuse to do their fair share of work."

"What?" Snape was the textbook picture of furious indignation.

"Two day's detention."

"This is-"

"Three days. I could go on, Mr. Snape."

Snape sneered at the teacher for all he was worth. "You cannot give me detention!"

"Can't I? You seem unaware who is the student in this relationship, Mr. Snape."

"I am not your student!" Snape shouted, standing up. "This is ridiculous-"

"Mr. Snape!" Snape paid no attention and whirled around, heading for the door. As he passed Gabriel's table, a mixture inside one of the test tubes bubbled and explode, Gabriel shoving himself backwards to avoid the worst of it. Snape, however, was not so lucky, receiving a face full of ash and smoke.

"Whoa, sorry!"

"Idiot!" Snape snapped, reaching for where he must have usually concealed his wand and freezing when he found it missing.

"Something wrong?" Gabriel dug into the backpack which was in the seat next to him for authenticity. "Look, here, I've got some M&Ms if you want-"

Snape gave him his best withering glare and strode out of the classroom, the teacher still shouting behind him.

"Rude," Gabriel muttered, as his surroundings blurred and he was on the other side of the door and in a new shape [this time he looked distinctly like one of the Weasley twins, except slightly different and with less freckles]. Snape was looking around himself in shock again.

The door had led to a brand-new scenario, this one looking identical to the Potions dungeons in Hogwarts, and Snape's clothing had reverted to his usual batlike robes. Snape, however, looked very suspicious.

Obviously, he knew it wouldn't be that easy. He was a bit smarter than Gabriel had given him credit for.

He strode out of the dungeons, banging the door open and almost immediately running into a redheaded woman, causing her to drop all of the books and scrolls she was carrying.

"Merlin, Severus! What was that for?"

Snape was staring at the woman in astonishment, shock, and something like hope. "Lily?"

Lily frowned as she bent down to pick up her things. "No need to sound so surprised - I do work here. What are you doing here?"

"What am-" Snape was still staring at her. "You work here?"

Lily frowned harder, looking worried. "Severus, I've been working here for the last ten years. Has something happened to you?"

Snape was looking more and more confused. "But - the Dark Lord-"

"The what?" Lily looked very worried now. "What are you talking about?"

"The Dark Lord!"

"Severus, what dark lord? There hasn't been one since Grindelwald!"

Snape stared at her with his mouth hanging open slightly.

"Something's happened," Lily decided. "I'm taking you to Madam Pomfrey, you've obviously been hexed or something."

"I haven't-" Verbal was the only kind of protest Snape made as Lily dragged him up the staircases through Hogwarts, which was exactly identical to the real version. Gabriel had spent too much time exploring for it to be anything otherwise.

Slightly bored with the proceedings, Gabriel fast-forwarded [for lack of a better word] until he caught a glimpse of Snape storming out of a room and 'paused' there.

Snape was muttering furiously under his breath and Gabriel took the opportunity to round the corner and stop just short of crashing into him, a Hershey bar in one hand.

"Watch where you're going!" Snape snapped, too distracted to get off a glare or even the tiniest sneer. Gabriel must have guessed right in thinking that 'Lily' would unsettle him.

"Sorry," Gabriel said, snapping off a piece of the chocolate and popping it into his mouth. Snape's eyes darted over to him and he frowned minutely, as if puzzling over something. His eyes flickered over the chocolate bar [the Muggle wrapper obvious] and then over Gabriel.

"Something wrong?" Gabriel asked, sounding as sincere as he could and edging past Snape like he was just a kid trying to get away from the creepy guy who was staring at him way to intently.

Snape suddenly lunged at Gabriel and with a quick snap of his fingers Gabriel sent him off into the next scenario. With the hallway suddenly empty, Gabriel took another bite of the chocolate bar.

"I'll give him one thing," he said aloud to himself. "He figured it out pretty quickly." Then again, Gabriel had been rather obvious, so it might not count.

But why stand here when Snape was off stumbling through the other half of the box? Gabriel let Hogwarts vanish around him and stepped into the current disaster.

This pattern continued on for some time - Snape would find himself in a completely new scenario, and have to figure out the rules as he went, as everyone seemed determined to only give him the barest of clues as to what he was supposed to be doing, with no real details. The most commonly-used phrase was 'Aren't you smart enough to figure this out on your own?'

Honestly, Gabriel was a bit surprised that Snape hadn't figured out the point of all this yet. He had figured out that Gabriel was the Trickster even under disguise, and yet he didn't seem to be able to grasp exactly what he was supposed to be doing.

Well, less doing, more going through.

Gabriel was one of the people he encountered in every single scenario - a sniper, a passenger on a bus, a storekeeper, an authority figure in a completely made-up world that Gabriel had created just for shits and giggles. Half the time, Snape only noticed who he was once candy had come into play, but after the fourteenth time they'd started a new 'play' he began to get faster at identifying Gabriel.

Gabriel was standing in the kitchen of a house with several other constructs when he became aware of Snape standing behind him.

"Something wrong?" He asked, turning around. "Need help figuring out the toaster again?"

"I know what you are," Snape said threateningly.

"O...kay...incredibly stalkerish and serial-killer like statement aside, what the hell are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I mean, Trickster," Snape snarled. "Release me from this parody world."

"Are you drunk?"

"Enough!" Snape strode forward with two quick steps and pushed Gabriel up against a nearby wall. "No more games!"

Fzzt.

Snape glanced around at the noise, and stopped, staring, when he noticed that everyone in the room had frozen. It was a party scenario, so a room full of absolutely still constructs was pretty creepy.

"Sorry," Gabriel dragged out the word, letting himself bleed back into the short, amber-eyed figure. "Games are kind of in my job description."

"Then play them on your own," Snape growled.

"Or what?" Gabriel scoffed, pulling Snape's arm away from his neck with a purposefully tight grip. "Don't see your wand - and I really doubt you can kill me."

"Really?" Snape challenges, and he let what was obviously supposed to be a stake slide into his hand, the tip stained red.

Gabriel raised his eyebrows at it and whistled. "Wow. How long did it take you to make that? No, let me guess - your blood?"

Snape didn't answer, but his hand tightened around the makeshift stake which looked like it had been made out of one of the stair posts.

"Really. Counting yourself as one of my victims? You know that refers to those I've already finished with, right?" Gabriel let a flicker of 'worry' pass over his face - no need to discourage the man. "Good luck getting ahold of something like that. I mean, it's not like you could go track down Umbridge, right?"

"So that was you."

"Obviously." Gabriel rolled his eyes. "And here I was thinking that you were supposed to be smart."

Snape's eyes darkened and he half-raised the stake with a sharp movement, and Gabriel let his eyes flicker briefly to the stake. He raised one hand and snapped, the wooden mess vanishing from Snape's hand.

"Much better," he said cheerfully. "It's very hard to have a civil discussion when one person is threatening the other."

"I would hardly call this civil," Snape replied acidly.

Gabriel snorts. "Not with you, no. Come on! Do you even know what the point of all this is? Have you been able to figure that much out?"

"I am here because you enjoy causing trouble."

Gabriel laughed in his face at that. "Wizards know nothing of Tricksters, don't they?" He wagged his finger at Snape, walking around absentmindedly. "There is always a reason, and just because you're too stubborn to see it doesn't mean it's not there."

"And what...lesson...would you have me learn?" Snape's voice was heavy with disdain.

"Now, what kind of Trickster would I be if I just told you?" Gabriel grinned at Snape. "Have fun." He snapped his fingers and the man was gone in a second, the scenario bleeding away until Gabriel found himself on his bed in the Ravenclaw dorms, about ten minutes after he'd first gone into the 'idiot box'.

"Boring," he complained to himself, sliding onto the floor. "Eh, I'll just check back later and see if he's got it yet."

"Where were you earlier?" Michael asked as Gabriel slid into the neighboring seat in Transfiguration. "I checked in the dorm but I didn't see you."

"I was in Muriel's room," Gabriel lied, a tiny twinge of guilt making itself known that he was lying to Michael. "Just brushing up on some stuff."

Michael gave Gabriel a look that said he wasn't fooled. Huh. That was a first. "How'd you get here so quickly, then?"

"Flew."

Michael gave Gabriel a long look.

"What are you being so suspicious for?"

"Settle down, now." McGonagall interrupted Michael's answer, standing at the front of the classroom. "Now, today we will be learning about the Vanishing spell..."

Class passed quickly [even if Gabriel did cheat a little to get all of his mouse to vanish] and the short conversation was all but forgotten as they left the classroom.

"Oh!" Michael caught Gabriel's shoulder. "I almost forgot - Hermione said she wanted to talk to you later."

"Later today? Why?"

Michael shrugged. "She didn't feel like telling me, but she and Ron have been cooking something up recently."

Gabriel leaned up against the wall. "Okay, so talk during dinner or something?"

"That's the thing. She asked if we could meet her in the common room."

"Her common room?"

"Yeah. Late at night, or something, I guess."

Gabriel whistled. "Didn't expect her to be so daring. She give you the password?"

Michael nodded. "She said it had to be today since it's Friday, and she didn't want us to stay up late the night before classes. Can you bring your cloak?"

"Er-" Gabriel considered that. "That would be a bit difficult. I'll explain later."

"What, did you lose it?"

"Of course not. I just told you, I'll explain later."

"Fine," Michael relented. "You're in charge of making us invisible."

"Or we could-"

"You're in charge of making us invisible."

"Michael, I get all tingly when you take control like that."

Midnight that night, Michael was waiting in the common room for Gabriel, who was in fact already in the Gryffindor one waiting for everyone else to leave. He was standing invisibly in one of the corners and trying to subtly, mentally persuade a very stubborn seventh year that they should go up to their dorm and seriously considering just zapping them asleep and into their bed.

Finally, though, the seventh year left, and Gabriel flew back quickly to Ravenclaw tower to get Michael.

Michael jumped slightly as Gabriel appeared in front of him. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry," said Gabriel, cheerfully and entirely unapologetic. "Ready to go?" He didn't wait for a 'yes' before putting a hand on Michael's shoulder and suddenly they were both in the Gryffindor common room, right in between Ron, Hermione, and the fire.

Ron shoved himself backwards forcefully and upended a bottle of ink, while Hermione jumped violently and Michael grabbed onto the nearest chair in an attempt to keep himself steady.

"Bloody hell!"

"Ron!"

"You're the one who asked us to come, don't sound so surprised." Gabriel took a seat, flopping into an empty armchair. "Holy shit these are really comfortable." He wiggled around, draping his legs over one arm and leaning up against the other. "So what did you want to talk about?"

Hermione recovered from the surprise. "Well, I expected you to come through the door - er, anyway, Ron and I have been talking."

"That's new."

Hermione gave him an unimpressed look. "As I was saying, we were talking about how our replacement defense teacher is totally useless."

"No kidding." The replacement Dumbledore had found was a shaky, newbie Auror who refused to teach them anything but the theory, citing 'Ministry standards'.

"So we were thinking we should do something about it," Ron continued, glancing at Michael, who had taken a seat in one of the other unoccupied chairs and was listening intently.

"Let me guess," said Gabriel, raising one finger. "You've already thought of a 'something'."

"Sort of," Hermione admitted. "We were thinking of doing some sort of club."

"A club?" Michael frowned slightly, his brows drawing together.

"Like defense club," Hermione elaborated. "Where we teach spells and stuff, since the class isn't helping at all."

"And you propose we do this, how?"

"Well, obviously we'd have to keep it a secret." Ron jumped in. "But we thought - er - maybe..."

"I could teach?" Gabriel guessed the rest of his sentence. "That's why you told me about all this."

"We were going to tell you anyway," Hermione protested. "But yes, we-" Ron made a slicing motion across his throat. "-Fine, I, thought you would be the most experienced."

"And do you have any idea how we're supposed to gain members for this club, while also keeping it a secret? Or where we're supposed to hold it?"

"Er-"

"Or were you just going to figure that out as you went."

"Look," Hermione said, looking put out, "If you don't like the idea-"

"Who says I don't like it? I think it sounds like the most interesting idea since the school got caught up in all this Trickster madness."

"Interesting?" Ron questioned.

Gabriel grinned sharply at him. "A secret club going against ministry policy sounds pretty illegal, don't you think? Hell yeah I'm in. I'm just pointing out your plan could use some improving."

"So what do you suggest?" Hermione asked, relaxing slightly.

Gabriel shrugged. "There's only one place I can think of that's secret enough, and that wouldn't work if Ginny wanted to join."

"Why not?" Michael asked, not as sharply as Gabriel might have expected a boyfriend to react. Gabriel glanced at him curiously - oh, ne and Ginny had broken up. Gabriel must have missed that.

"Well, I really doubt she'd want to go back to the Chamber of Secrets."

Ron looked rather pale at the mention of that. "Wouldn't that be all dark and stuff?"

"Well, yes, and the gigantic snake corpse, but we could clean it up." Gabriel scoffed. "Honestly, did magic not occur to you? Also, I'm the only one who can open the door, so no one would be able to get the jump on us."

"Well-" Ron looked reluctant. "What about Ginny?"

"I could stand it." Gabriel was the only one who didn't jump, having sensed Ginny come down about ten minutes ago.

"Ginny!"

"I don't care where you have it," Ginny said determinedly, coming to stand behind Hermione's chair. "I dealt with the stuff that happened in the Chamber and seeing it again isn't going to send me into a panic attack."

"You sure?" Gabriel asked - not unkindly, but with one eyebrow arched.

Ginny sent him a glare, unbothered by his angel status.

"You're sure," Gabriel concluded. "Well then, how are we supposed to get members?"

Hermione straightened. "That," she said, "Is something I can take care of."

Woo. You all finally know what happened to Snape.

I'm going to put this here because the top one is a little long - I got a review recently that said [as most of you can probably relate to] that they weren't too sharp on Norse Mythology and would like a concrete explanation as to what had happened to the kids.

While I can promise that one is coming, I can't say that it's coming soon. Why? Because when it does happen, I want to be able to realistically work it into the story. Personally, I think Gabriel doesn't spill anything to people about himself unless he's super close to them. Especially not something like that. As you saw earlier, he even refused to tell Balthazar.

As another personal note, I think there are only a couple people in the world that he'd tell, if they asked. And one of those people will show up. Eventually. Just stick with me until we get there, alright?

Read and review, please! And don't forget about 'Second Chances and Endings' which is the promised sequel to 'Sigyn and Gabriel'.