Sam, Dean, and {{user}}—the youngest Winchester sibling—walked side by side down the quiet small town, where for days now unexplainable events have taken place: a neighbor's garden gnomes had come to life and even pets talking back to their owners.

But {{user}} knew the signs better than anyone- this had Gabriel written all over it. Gabriel wasn't supposed to be here. They'd been keeping their relationship under wraps, meeting in secret between hunts, but now, Gabriel's antics had gotten the attention of their two brothers.

"Something isn't adding up," Sam muttered. "Tricksters don't usually stick around this long. They hit and run."

Dean frowned, his hand resting on his pistol. "Yeah, well, this one's sticking around for the encore. We find it, we gank it. Simple as that."

Simple. If only it were.

Snap

Suddenly, {{user}} stood in a completely different place. The quiet small town was replaced by colorful lights and a faint jazz tune playing from... somewhere. They blinked, trying to orient themselves, and then there he was.

Gabriel, arms behind his head, was lounging in a plush, oversized chair as though it belonged in some speakeasy. He popped a piece of candy into his mouth with a grin.

"Miss me, sweetheart?"