Gabriel looks at Sam oddly and snatches the note away, "mystery spot," he states. "Well let's go!" He goes to snap his fingers but Sam stops him, "wait... Let's think about this," Sam says. "What's there to think about? It obviously wants us to go to Broward County, Florida," Gabriel quizzes. "Time. We need to think about time. When do we go back to?"

Gabriel ponders for a moment and smirks and snaps his fingers.

"Shit Gabriel, warn me next time!" Sam yells, "not sorry," the Trickster shrugs. "So, 2007, Broward County Florida. Where to now?" He adds, Sam throws a bitch-face at the Archangel. "You brought us here, so it's your idea," Sam mentions, "actually, buck. The stone angel told us to be here-" Gabriel's cut off by Sam's hand on his mouth, silencing him. The human moose pulls the Trickster behind some bins and watches Sam.3 and Dean.3 walk along the sidewalk towards the diner.

"Hey, come on!" Gabriel pushes Sam off him, "hey, we can't be seen by the other versions of us. Wouldn't it rip a hole in time?" Sam quizzes, "right, yeah... I knew that," Gabriel trails off. "Let's follow them, ah, you," Gabriel runs out behind the bins as Sam scrambles to catch up with him.

"Hey, wait! What the Hell?" Sam calls after the Trickster, who just ignores and keeps walking. Sam catches up to him and tugs on his sleeve, and stops them both from walking "hey! You need to calm down and stop trying to rip holes in time. You could screw the whole timeline and certain things won't happen, and certain things will happen, okay? Now I don't know what will change and what won't, but I know not to screw around with time," Sam snaps. "Jeez Sammy, you'd think there's something that does happen that you don't want to change. What? You worried that you won't meet that pretty girl? Now come on, we'll loose you," Gabriel walks away to the diner.

They both get there but quickly fall back, seeing how Sam.3 and Dean.3 are sitting by the window. Gabriel turns to face Sam, "we'll need disguises," he says.

"What?! Are you planning to go in there? And do what?"

"This." Gabriel snaps his fingers and suddenly Sam is a short woman with huge boobs and a big gut in a waitress outfit with the nametag "Doris".

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sam asks, his voice feminine and scratchy, just like Doris. "Doris" looks at the man ii=n front of them. He was relatively tall with grey hair and a grey suit. "Ed Coleman, I have a wife and kids and sell ad spaces," Gabriel beams. Sam rolls his eyes and goes inside, Sam enters through the back, and Gabriel flies in and creates a plate of pancakes with maple syrup.

Sam flicks his bouncy, curly hair and flaunts being such a curvy woman.

"Hey Doris! You're late, go out and takes the gay couple's order!" Someone shouts, "the gay couple...?" he questions. "The two really tall guys by the window," the voice calls back. Sam sighs knowing exactly who he's talking about.

'Doris' walks out with a pen and a note pad and takes Sam.3 and Dean.3's order; he walks back to the kitchen and gives the order to the chef.

He waits a few moments and walks out with the food, he places the food on the table, but he leaves the hot sauce on the tray, there's something he's meant to do...

He swings the tray and the hot sauce hits the ground, "ah, crap!" 'She' flashes a smile at the Winchesters and turns and yells "clean up!" to the back. 'Doris' flashes a smile and walks off.

'Ed Coleman' stands up, spins and tosses the money on the counter and leaves, 'Doris' heads out the back to find the 'old man'.

They meet up and their disguises disappear. "Okay, so it was me who served me... That's weird... It was like looking into a funhouse mirror!" Sam says, Gabriel rolls his eyes, "did you noticed anything odd?" The Trickster asks, "odd? This whole thing is odd! Though I did notice that it was the first Tuesday. I had no idea that the bottle would fall... Wait, then what happened the first time this happened? Who was Doris...?"

"Don't ask stupid questions."

"Okay, so did you find any sort of stone angel notes or anything?"

"Here," Gabriel tosses Sam the paper, he catches it and unfolds it, he reads:

It will come, then you can save them.

"What does that even mean?!" Sam asks, Gabriel shrugs, "no idea. But who ever, or what ever is sending these notes obviously wants you to save someone. I think the question is; whom are we trying to save? Not, what's sending these notes? Catch my drift?"

"Yeah, but without knowing who's sending the notes, how are we meant to figure out who he wants to save?"

"He? How are you so sure it's a guy?"

"The handwriting. It looks a lot like mine, so it has to be a guy."

"So what do you say we do, seeing as you're the expert on the stone angel," Gabriel asks. "I think he's got a little crush on you Sammy," Sam looks confused and turns around, the stone angel stands there, note in hand.

Sam plucks the paper and studies it. Blank.

"It's another blank," he says as he turns to face Gabriel. Sam's eyes flint from the paper to Gabriel, who's currently trapped, the Archangel yelps in pain as the stone angel behind Sam remains in its place.

Another weeping angel holds Gabriel's arm, keeping him steadily in place. Sam knows he should do something, but what? So he does the worst possible thing he could do in that situation without even realising it. He blinks.

The weeping angel that as Gabriel trapped quickly moves so it holds Gabriel's throat as well as his arm.

"Okay, no blinking, okay... Then why didn't the other one move when I...? But that would explain it appearing and disappearing when no one was watching..."

"Ah, Sam... A little- a little help here," Gabriel chokes out. "You're an Archangel, get yourself out," Sam scoffs. "I- I can't," Gabriel chokes.

Well crap.

"Can you watch the one behind me?" Sam questions, "yeah..." Gabriel answers. Sam moves around so he's behind the weeping angel holding Gabriel.

"Blink," Sam commands, Gabriel blinks and nothing happens. The weeping angels don't move. "They're stuck, just don't get in their line of sight. You might disrupt the connection," Sam says. Gabriel struggles against the stone arms wrapped around him. "A little help would be nice," Gabriel announces. Sam rolls his eyes and looks around the alleyway, he spots a big metal pole, he walks over to it and picks it up. He turns to Gabriel, "duck," he commands. The Trickster's eyes grow wide and begins his protest, "come on, that won't be necessary. O-okay, just stop right there," Sam swings the pole and smashes the weeping angel's head off. "Stare at the other one," he orders. Gabriel stares at the weeping angel across from him, who had moved in the split second that no one had eyes on it. "Shit," Gabriel whispers, Sam takes another swing and smashes the arm that's holding Gabriel's throat. Sam takes another swing at the other arm that's holding Gabriel in place, it smashes, reliving the Trickster.

Gabriel drops his head with a sigh of relief, but now no one has got eyes on the other weeping angel.

It moves so quickly that it grabs Sam's arm. "Are you kidding? Are you being serious right now?" Sam asks the weeping angel, "hang on," Gabriel places two fingers to Sam's forehead, but they don't move. "Are you running low on Archangel mojo?" Sam asks, his eyes pointed straight at the weeping angel.

The Trickster grabs the weeping angel's arm and snaps it off, (you know how he's got super-angel strength or whatever?) and pries the fingers wrapped around Sam's wrist.

"Thanks," Sam rubs his wrist. "I don't think all stone angels are friendly," Gabriel comments. "Really, you think? What I don't understand is, why is one helping us, and others are against us?" Sam retorts, Gabriel shrugs, "just another mystery, guess that's why they call it a mystery spot," Gabriel smirks at his joke. Sam bitch-faces him but chuckles lightly, "we've got about another 100 Tuesday's, what do we do with them?" Gabriel inquires, "it depends if we will remember them or not," Sam replies.

"Hm."

"Hm, what?"

"It's just that I threw you in a time-loop two years ago, now here we are again," Gabriel replies.

"It may be two years for you, but it's not for me. It's been about... seven, seven years ago. How else do you think I know you died?"

"You did say I died didn't you... When does it happen? Why does it happen?"

"I don't think the laws of time would allow me to tell you that."

"Do you really think that the laws of time would approve of us here now?"

"Probably not... Fine, I'll tell you. You stopped running from your family and you faced them. It cost you your life... it was Lucifer who," Sam raises a finger to his throat and slides it across. "Who killed you," he finishes.

"Killed by my brother, wow. I really didn't think it'd be Lucifer who'd make it end. He was always my... well he wasn't always bad. He was my favourite brother back up in Heaven. Hard to believe especially since he's going to kill me eventually..." the Trickster sighs. "Doesn't matter now, guess I'll just avoid him. Why did I stop running? What made me face them?"

"I really have no idea," Sam laughs.

The Trickster kicks a piece of weeping angel across the ground. "Should we wait for the next note, or go looking for it?" Sam quizzes, "last time a stone angel showed up, he brought a friend and jumped us. I think we should go looking for notes, not wait for them," Gabriel replies. "Where do we start looking for other notes?" Sam asks, not entirely sure if they should be searching. "Well why not here in Broward County, Florida?" Gabriel offers, Sam sighs, "okay, fine. But no time-loop Tuesday stuff, I hated it."

"Come on Sammy, you can't change the past. Laws of time won't allow it," the Trickster smirks. "Laws of time wouldn't allow it," he gives a wink and Sam rolls his eyes.

"I hate being stuck here, get me out!"

"You're a hunter, get yourself out."