The 37th Tuesday.

"How many times are we going to do this?"

"As many times as it takes 'till you figure it out that's it's me."

Sam groans as Gabriel transforms him into Doris.

"Come on, you look great," Gabriel gives a playful wink as Sam roll's his eyes. "Now, let's go in there and see what else we can learn," the Trickster instructs. "Since when did you take over the operation?" Sam quizzes, "since you let me in," Gabriel replies. Sam scoffs, "you forced your way in," he remarks. "And aren't you glad I did," Gabriel moves his hip to the side sassily with a smirk pulling at his lips. "Come on, I'll notice something different," Sam says. He goes in the back door, Gabriel flies in.

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The 100th Tuesday.

"Whoa, Samsqash, lookin' a little down today," Gabriel comments as the two watch Sam.3 and Dean.3 enter the diner.

"Maybe because this is the hundredth Tuesday where I've had to watch my brother die. Of course I'm a little down!"

"Come on, relax. You'll figure out that it's a trickster tomorrow, then I'll send you back in time. Then you'll find me, hold a stake to my throat, then it'll be Wednesday. Then I'll kill your brother again," Gabriel explains. "Yeah, got that. Just give us the disguises," Sam says. Gabriel snaps his fingers and they go through their 'script'. I guess you could say that they have to, play their roles.

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Sam.3 throws Ed Coleman up against a fence, a stake pointed at his throat.

Sam and Gabriel watch from a distance.

"Wait, I thought..."

"Did you really expect me to be there? Of course not! That's past me over there," Gabriel points at the guy Sam.3 is holding down.

"Then why bother with your disguise?"

"You can't take the trick out of the trickster. Come on, it was just so you'd hunk I was in there too, but it was just past me," Gabriel shrugs.

"Then how'd you find...?"

"I looked around and played you like a fiddle. Oh look, I'm on," Gabriel points towards where the action's happening.

A weeping angel appears behind the Archangel and the hunter. Gabriel squeezes his eyes shut for a second, but forces the pain away, willing himself to be okay. It moves closer to the two and holds a note out. Sam notices the paper and gets Gabriel's attention. "'Bout time you showed up, jack-ass," the Trickster says to the stone angel.

"Six months, that's all it says," Sam announces. "Six months? What the Hell does that mean?" Gabriel inquires, "I really don't have a clue," Sam replies. "Is it six months from now?" he adds.

"Maybe, but I don't know why it's be six months from now."

"I do." Sam replies bluntly, "just think. When and where did we meet again?"

"When I created a version of Bobby in that place, yeah I remember that. Jeez, you really needed to calm down. Then again, you would kill Bobby to find me..."

"I'd kill Bobby to save my brother, but it doesn't matter now. He's dead."

"Who's dead? Dean? Bobby? Wow, a lot of people die from whatever part of time you're from. How's the family business going? What's the saying? Saving people, hunting thing, the family business?"

"Shut up."

"Hit a nerve didn't I?"

"You should just shut up."

Gabriel smirks, "do you really want me to shut up?"

Sam pulls a gun from his back pocket and clicks the safety off.

"Yes."

"Please, you know that won't work on me."

"But it'll hurt."

"Not really, I am an Archangel after all."

"How about we test that theory then shall we-"

But you better promise me we'll be back in time!

Sam and Gabriel jump as they look at their new surroundings. Well it is just the hotel they're staying in, but hey, it's Wednesday!

"You're lucky that you sent us forwards in time, because I would have pulled the trigger."

"Why are you so pissed?"

"Why'd you say what you said?"

Gabriel gets a smug look on his face, "so I did hit a nerve?" Sam turns away and looks at the note in his hands, "let's just go forwards in time. I don't want to spend six months with you."

"But you spent six months searching for me. Why rush it now?"

Sam bitch-faces the Trickster, who just sighs and snaps his fingers.

They appear back in the mystery spot but it looks different, like it's aged six months or so.

"Hey look, it's me," Gabriel points at a past version of himself coming around the corner. A sudden burst of pain envelopes him, but he ignores it, trying desperately to act normal. Sam wraps a hand around Gabriel's mouth and pulls him behind some weird, short object (but it's big enough to hide them).

"Let's see," Trickster.3 says as he glances around. "We'll put a book there, a Bobby here, oh, and we'll put some chalk here, a few candles..." Trickster.3 admires his handy work. He makes 'Bobby'.3 call Sam.3 and tell him that he's found the Trickster.

"Now to wait, he should be here in a few hours," Trickster.3 says to himself.

"Wait the Hell are we meant to do for a few hours?" Sam hisses at Gabriel, who wiggles his eyebrows as a response. Sam shoves him slightly, "I hate you, why would I do you?"

"Because there's no one better," Gabriel winks. Sam scoffs and looks Gabriel up and down and turns away.

"Please, I'd never pick you."

"I'd never pick you, besides, I can make who ever I want, whenever I want them." Gabriel clicks his fingers as quietly as trickster-ly possible, and a lady with straight brown hair that rests as a bob and large boobs appears.

"See? I'd do her."

"Why is she wearing a plaid shirt?" It's true, the brunette had a red plaid shirt on with a pair of jeans. "Because it was the first piece of clothing that came to mind," Gabriel answers. He flicks his wrist and she disappears, "we don't need her anyway," he shrugs. "Anyway, want to get out of here? It's kinda boring," Gabriel offers. "We've got a few hours to kill anyway," he adds.

Sam looks at him oddly, "come on Samoose! We could go anywhere in time, we don't have to sit here and wait for you sorry ass to show up," the Archangel encourages. "You're right. Let's jump forwards the few hours, and skip this," Sam says.

"Really? That's all you got from that?"

"The sooner we get this done, the sooner Ic an go back to my time, and you can go back to yours," Sam announces.

"Fine. We'll do it your way," Gabriel snaps his fingers and they remain in the same place, it's just that Sam.3 has arrived.

Sam.3 has the conversation with 'Bobby'.3 and he stabs him and gets upset and confused. Trickster.3 appears and moves the stake to him from across the room. Trickster.3 and Sam.3 begin their conversation.

Gabriel feels a sudden rush of pain through him, he feels like his Grace is burning up just like it does every time the good stone angel shows up. He pushes the pain away, pleading to himself to just be fine.

"Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?" Gabriel asks, sounding normal, "yes, it is," Sam answers. "So you look at my back, 'eh?" Gabriel smirks, "I don't look, but I've had to catch up to you. Now shut up," Sam commands. The two watch themselves.

A message begins to carve itself into the wood in front of our characters, their attention is drawn from themselves.

"Go get him, he'll lo-" Sam begins to read, but it scratches itself out. Odd.

"He'll what?"

"I don't know, it just scratched itself out. Almost like it didn't want me to finish reading it," Sam replies. The two shrug and continue to watch themselves.

"I should cut my hair like that again," Sam whispers to himself, he moves a hand to the back of his head and runs his fingers through his hair. "Shhh, you'll alert us," Gabriel hisses, "stop fingering your hair. It's weird," he adds. Sam turns to the Archangel next to him, "seriously? Just shut up," he says.

"You've been telling me to do that a lot lately, but I don't think that's what you'll be saying tonight," Gabriel winks seductively and Sam grabs his face with one hand and pushes him away.

"No, come on! Are you always this sexual?"

"Only when I'm with you," Gabriel smirks as he sits back up properly again. "I'm flattered," Sam replies sarcastically. It's amazing how Sam.3 and Trickster.3 haven't noticed them yet.

Sam.3 and Trickster.3 wrap up their conversation and Trickster.3 snaps his fingers so now Sam.3, Gabriel and Sam are all back where they started. Wednesday.

Sam looks around the room, there's words scratched into the door.

"Where you found him is where you need to go. From Dr Sexy to the Police," Gabriel reads. Sam drops his head against the wall.

"Well I guess it's back to where you found me. But what's this about Dr Sexy and the police?"

"Figure it out," Sam groans.

"Okay," Gabriel snaps his fingers and they're back at the motel room in 2009.

"Dr Sexy, hey? Alright, let's go," Gabriel snaps his fingers and the two are in Doctor get-ups and are standing in the middle of the hall at Seattle Mercy Hospital.

"Not here again," Sam grumbles. "What do you mean again, this is our- oh. My first time, your second time, because you're from the future, right." Gabriel responds, the two look around but find nothing unusual.

"Hey, you know who I should drop in here?"

"Who?"

"You and Dean-o, I'll be right back. You just look around," Gabriel says. He flies away but gives Sam a disguise.

Sam rolls his eyes at his new female body. He gets a quick look in the mirror and sees just who he is. Dr Piccolo.

"Son of a-" he stops himself and smiles at the people walking past. He remembers that he's got more important things to do than curse the Trickster.

He moves off to look around, his Dr Piccolo form making it easier to get around. He spots the stone angel in an empty room, he goes it to see the note it has in its hands. Blank.

Sam drops the paper and backs away, his eyes not moving from the statue. He keeps walking backwards until he hits some cold hard stone. He spins around to see another weeping angel standing there. Its arms raised high with sharp nails and its teeth bare. But due to Sam not looking at the one behind him, it moves so it's next to him.

The lights flicker, causing the room to go pitch black, (the curtains are drawn).

The weeping angels moves closer.

The lights flicker.

Closer.

Flicker.

Closer.

Flicker.

"GABRIEL."