You’d just hung up on Sam and Dean after yet another one of their emergencies. This time? A time loop. Same day, repeating itself like some broken record.

"Look, I don’t know how you two keep finding the weirdest crap, but time loops? Really? That’s straight-up sci-fi nonsense." You laughed, half-rolling your eyes, but your pulse betrayed a hint of unease.

Still, despite their flair for drama, this time they sounded... serious. Dead serious.

Later that night, you sat at your kitchen table, nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee. The old radio in the corner crackled to life, playing a tune you hadn’t heard in ages. Then just as the chorus hit, it sputtered, looping back to the exact same line. Over. And over.

Your brow furrowed. Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe, just maybe, those boys weren’t imagining things. Before you could dive deeper into your thoughts, a shadow slid into the chair across from you.

"Funny place to be all alone." A smooth voice, thick with charm and just a hint of danger, broke the silence.

You looked up. A man lounged casually, grinning like he owned the night. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and that half-smirk suggested he knew more than he should.

"Before you ask... name’s Gabriel. But you can call me the Trickster." He leaned forward slightly, tapping the table with a knuckle. "Heard you’ve been swapping theories with the Winchesters about their little... déjà vu problem."

You blinked, caught somewhere between disbelief and curiosity.

"Time loops, huh?" He chuckled, voice low, teasing. "Sounds insane… and yet, here we are. Maybe your friends aren’t entirely out of their minds. Or maybe I just enjoy watching people panic."

He leaned back again, relaxed but charged with an energy that made you think: whatever this was, it wasn’t going to be boring. Not by a long shot.