Now, where was I? Oh, yes: The Non-Trickster Trickster is actually Gabriel, who skipped out on Heaven more than a few centuries ago to enter what he calls his "own private witness protection" program, and he managed to carve out a nifty little niche for himself amongst the hairless apes until Our Intrepid Heroes showed up and ruined everything. By the way, the timing of his descent to Earth is a little fuzzy, as he seems to imply that he left Heaven before Lucifer was cast down into Hell, though the angelically internecine bickering he's blathering about might have been reaction to God going AWOL. In any event, as Sam and Dean have seen fit to unleash Lucifer from Hell and kick-start The Apocalypse, Gabriel's now more than happy to see an end to everything, and for that reason, he'd like Our Dear Boys to acquiesce to their betters already so everyone can be rid of the squabbling -- not to mention this planet -- once and for all. Of course, he's far more verbose with his explanation, and he's particularly heavy-handed with the references to family, as at the point where he describes the initial throwdown between Lucifer and Michael as being about little more than "two brothers who loved each other and betrayed each other," thereby eliciting appropriately guilty grimaces from Sam and Dean and oh, my holy crap, I totally forgot about this particularly anvilicious bit right here: "Why do you think you two are The Vessels?" he howls when Sam proves to be just a little too obtuse for his own good. "Think about it," Gabriel snots, focusing his attention for the moment on Dean. "Michael: The big brother loyal to an absent father." "And Lucifer," Gabriel continues, lasering in on Sam. "The little brother rebellious of Daddy's plan." "You were born to this, boys!" Gabriel duhs. "It's your destiny! It was always you!" And I think we get the point, angel man, so could you please just restore My Sweet Baboo to his proper place next to Dashing El Deano so we can get this episode over with? Besides, you just implied that Sucky John is God, and I really can't handle that notion without copious amounts of alcohol. Jackhole.