"Come on Sam, I just-shit. Fuck me, not again," Gabriel announces as he flies into the room and sees the weeping angels.

"Samalpaca, I'm gonna need you to play your role," the Trickster snaps his fingers and 'Dr Piccolo' disappears, Gabriel remains where he is.

"Alright stone-dicks," Gabriel reaches into his pocket and pulls out an Archangel blade. "I know I smashed you lot last time, but I just want to see what happens when I stab you." He smirks, but it's not that mischievous grin that always finds its way to his lips, but an evil smirk that spells trouble.

The lights flicker and the weeping angels move closer, "I don't think so," Gabriel remarks. He drives the blade through one of the weeping angel's face, it shatters like glass, which is strange mind you. But having is focus so drawn to one, the other is able to sneak up on his and grab his arm, the arm holding the Archangel blade.

"Am I always going to get caught?" He sighs, he moves his free hand to get the blade from the other, constantly keeping an eye on the stone that's binding him. With the blade in his free hand, he drives it through the weeping angel's centre. It lets out a high pitched scream and shatters like glass.

Gabriel tosses the angel blade in the arm and catches smoothly, he slips it back into his pocket and looks at the shattered stone on the ground. He smiles at his handy work and quickly scoots away, he does have two brothers to trick.

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"Um. What are you talking about?" Sam.5 says to 'Dr Piccolo'. "As if you don't know!" 'She' exclaims, Sam slaps Sam.5 again, and he walks off.

He was pissed at Gabriel, sending him off like that, but he didn't need to take it out on himself. Still, Gabriel should have helped, not send Sam away so he can be 'Dr Piccolo' and Gabriel can be the hero. Sam pouts as he walks around another corner, he presses the elevator button and waits patiently. The elevator door opens and Gabriel's inside.

"Doctor," Gabriel nods, a goofy grin on his face. Sam bitch-faces him the best he can in a woman's body.

"What's got you so down Shammeh?"

"Please don't."

"Don't what?"

The elevator doors close and begins to move. Gabriel snaps his fingers and Sam's Sam again, he moves closer to the moose.

"That."

"What? This?"

Gabriel raises a hand and is about to snap his fingers, but Sam stops him.

"I don't want to know what you had in mind," Sam says. The elevator doors open and there's three doctors standing, and watching. The two men are standing too close together for people to be seeing them, so they jump away and exit the elevator.

"How'd you deal with the weeping angels?" Sam whispers, keeping his voice low so only Gabriel could hear.

"Just a little trick," the Trickster replies, Sam shoves him into an open closet and shuts the door.

"Ooo Sammy, if I had known you felt this way sooner, I would have-"

"How'd you get rid of the weeping angels?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because, last time you faced two, you couldn't use your powers. So what happened?"

"I used a little trick I keep locked in my pocket," Gabriel opens his coat and taps on the silver handle. "Archangel blade, practically turns them to glass," he explains. "Now can we get out of the closet?" The Archangel inquires, Sam moves a hand to the door knob and turns it, he swings the door open and goes to step out, but he's not watching where he's going, and falls on his back. Gabriel, who is also not watching where he's going, trips over he same thing Sam tripped on, and he falls on top of the moose.

Everyone in the hallway turns to look.

"Is that a syringe in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" Gabriel asks, a devilish smirk on his face. "Well I could ask if that's an angel blade in your pocket, but you already showed me," Sam retorts, a slight grin on his face. Gabriel blushes slightly, but the two remain a second longer than appropriate. Gabriel rolls off Sam and they both stand up, "get to work everyone!" Gabriel yells, even though he doesn't have his Dr Sexy disguise on yet.

"I should probably go toy with past you and Dean-o, call me if you find anything," Gabriel flies off to play the role of Dr Sexy.

Sam looks around, flashing odd smiles at the people who saw him and Gabriel tumble out of the closet. What did the note mean? It referred to Dr Sexy. MD and the procedural cop show, but what does it mean? Did it want them to go through each TV show again? What does it want them to do? (AN: Maybe it wants them to do each other... or whatever...)

He can't find anything anywhere, but keeps looking around anyway.

Something crumpled up hits his head, Sam turns and looks at it, confusion written across his face. He bends over wearily and unravels the paper.

"Ready to go quietly?" He whispers as he reads the note aloud. His head perks up and looks around, suddenly he's transported to another part of the building, and he's Dr Piccolo again. He turns the corner and sees himself and his brother confused. Knowing what he must do, he plays his role.

After being Dr Piccolo for the second time, he begins to feel annoyed. Here he was, back in TV Land five years earlier, stuck with the Trickster, and the reason why all this started was because he got some notes and a stone angel transported him back through time, and all he wants to know is why this is happening and who is sending these notes.

"Doctor," Dr Sexy addresses. "Change me back," Sam hisses, "come on, you look good like that." Sam shoves Gabriel into another closet.

"What's the closets today?"

"Don't know, don't care. Change me back and why are we here?"

"We're here because one of your notes told us to be here. I also need to teach you and Dean-o a lesson 'bout the Apocalypse."

Gabriel clicks his fingers and Sam is Sam again.

"Better?"

"Much... thank you."

Sam opens to closet door and walks out, making sure not to trip over on anything, Gabriel follows.

"I also bought us 24 hours to poke around TV Land," Gabriel mentions, Sam nods. They look around more, getting strange looks from other people. The two ignore and keep walking, but they notice a stone angel in an empty room. Wearily, they enter.

Gabriel can feel his grace burning again, its torturous burns make it hard to concentrate, but he manages. Sam cautiously plucks the note from its outstretched arm, he unfolds it.

"Run...?" He reads, Gabriel peers over his shoulder, "what does that even- oh shit!"

Ten or so weeping angels have appeared in the room, Sam and Gabriel's heads whip around, trying to keep eyes on all of them, but they just can't.

The duo slowly back out of the room and shut the door, ensuring to lock it.

"Okay, so I suggest we run."

"Yeah. But can't you just fly us out?"

"You and Dean-o can't leave here until one of you have played your role."

"Are you being serious right now?"

The door knob begins turning and the two slowly move their heads to look at it. They inch away as the door swings open.

"Okay, let's run," Sam grabs Gabriel's hand and they sprint down the corridor, accidentally knocking over people and trays of equipment. The weeping angels slowly, but surely follow them. Because true, people were looking at them, but they were more concerned with the two doctors who had disappeared into a closet twice, standing too close together in the elevator, and were holding hands as they run down the hall to really care about the weeping angels.

The two round a corner and keep running, it was an empty corridor, so there was plenty of space to run, but plenty of room for weeping angels to follow them. It was a long corridor too, so the stone statues with wings caught up.

Gabriel manages a look behind him, he sees all ten in the empty corridor. He sprints a little faster and they reach an elevator, Sam slams the button at a rapid pace, but it doesn't make the elevator move faster.

They both spin to see all ten weeping angels close to them. One only needed to take two steps and it could have Gabriel in its arms, but the Archangel refused to blink.

"Don't blink, don't blink, don't blink," Sam whispers to himself, but he caves and shuts his eyes. His hand tightens around Gabriel's (who's hand he had not yet let go of) he opens them again and there's a weeping angel standing less than an inch away, but it did not grab him.

There's a ding behind them and the elevator doors open, the two back inside. Gabriel reaches down to a button and presses a random one. The doors eventually close, then they blink, but do not release each other's hand.

Sam quickly turns to Gabriel.

"Why didn't you fly us out?!"

"Because... Because I wasn't sure if I could!"

"How could you not know? You're an Archangel and a trickster! You have that much power that you go vanish to the beginning and end of time, and still have enough juice left to make it home for dinner! How could you not be sure?"

"Because I could feel my Grace reacting badly, so I didn't want to use it!"

They're in each other's face now. They puff out their chest (you know like how you do in a fight) and stand aggressively. Gabriel hops up on his tip-toes to appear taller.

"And it's not the first time either. Every time one of the stone angels appear, my Grace burns. If it's a weeping angel other than the one trying help us then I can't fully use my powers, okay?!"

Gabriel pants slightly, Sam backs down. "You could have told me sooner," he mumbles. "What difference would it have made?" The Trickster scoffs, "not like you care what happens to me," he adds. The elevator dings and the doors open, they step out.

"Son of a bitch," Sam groans. The same ten weeping angels stand in front of the elevator, each other standing as though they're crying. The Winchester and the Archangel back up back into the elevator and press the top button.

"We're going to have to fight them," Sam announces. "So do you have any other angel blades in your pocket?" He inquires, Gabriel snaps his fingers. "Now I do," he hands Sam the angel blade.

They wait patiently for the elevator to reach the top. The ding sound goes off and the doors open, all ten are there.

"I'll go left, you go right," Sam instructs, Gabriel nods and they get to work.

Sam was halfway up his line and Gabriel was almost done, neither of them kept eyes on the weeping angels, just the ones that they were killing at that moment.

Sam goes to stab a weeping angel, but another grabs his wrist, stopping him from moving the blade further, and because his back was to it, he could see it, so it grabbed his other arm. He tries to stare at the weeping angel in front of him and the one behind him, but he just can't, it's an impossibility.

He can feel the grip beginning to tighten on his wrists, he can't move, but he fight it anyway, but he's more focused on not blinking. He does though, he blinks, they always do, and the weeping angel in front of him grabs his throat, its nails biting into his flesh, causing some blood to spill. Gabriel finishes his line and turns to find Sam surrounded by the weeping angels.

"Can either of us never get caught?" Gabriel sighs under his breath, but he sees the blood dripping from Sam's throat on to the weeping angel's cold stone case.

Gabriel moves and drives the angel blade through a weeping angel, then another and then it's just him a and the two restricting Sam. Sam blinks again and the grip on his wrists tighten, blood spilling from them too, and the blood flow increases from his throat. He gives a choked wince and Gabriel drives the angel blade through the weeping angel's face (the one that's got Sam's throat by the way), then he goes to the one behind Sam and cuts its head off.

Gabriel looks at Sam's bleeding throat as Sam looks at his own bleeding wrists. "Good thing we're at a hospital," Sam chuckles. "Good thing I'm an Archangel," Gabriel places a hand to Sam's throat, the wound clears but the blood remains, making Gabriel's hand beautifully bright red. He moves to Sam's wrists and wraps a hand on both of them and does he healing thing, more blood leaks on to his hand.

"Uh- thanks... Thanks for that," Sam places a hand to his neck to try and feel where the nail marks were, there's none there now. "Thanks a lot actually," he adds. Gabriel shrugs, it was nothing, but it was good to exercise the old healing powers again," he says with a slight smile. He snaps his fingers and the blood is completely gone, and Sam is Dr Piccolo again.

"I believe you last thing to do as Dr Piccolo."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"Go and mouth 'I love you' to yourself through some glass as you operate on your brother."

"Of course, how could I forget?"