Trickster Problems - A Supernatural Fic Ch. 1
Chapter 1
To them he was known as The Trickster, a pain in the ass that was either trying to drill a lesson into their heads, or bringing down the high and mighty. Yet he had another name too that he hardly used nowadays…They knew he was screwing with them. That was a given, yet he knew they didn’t yet know the lesson he was trying to drill in their heads…
Sam was the first to figure it out. He needed to play the role he had been given, play the role of a doctor. Then next Dean had played the role of a Japanese speaking contestant in a game show after seeing Sam get hit in the jewels by the contraption at his feet. Then the Herpexia commercial….well that was just too funny not to do. He had to make sure that Castiel was out of sight and out of mind, he was pretty sure that if he was around him long enough, the other would know his true identity… Even as he thought of this, he felt something in the air, it was something he had noticed for the past hour, and even as he made his entrance into the room the boys were in, he knew that something was about to go wrong… He had just silenced Castiel and was making his entrance when it happened…
Someone came up behind him and he saw the boys yelp and back away. The Trickster sighed and ducked as a stake was swung at him and he looked behind him to see Lucifer.
“This game, is over,” Lucifer growled as Dean and Sam stood where they were, they had nowhere to go.
The Trickster growled out some curses before snapping his fingers and he sent the boys away…
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Sam coughed as his feet slammed into the ground. Dean yelped when that happened to him too and he also noticed Castiel sprawled on the ground next to them. Castiel coughed as he got to his feet.
“I’m taking that little scene back there wasn’t supposed to happen, why else would he get us outta there-“ Dean started to say when an explosion, a real one came from the paper mill they had just been in.
“Okay, less talk more drive!” Sam yelped as they got into the Impala, which had conveniently had been placed right next to them, even as Sam helped Castiel into it.
Dean didn’t even wait for them to put their seatbelts on as he gunned it, the tires squealing and dirt flying as they sped down the highway, getting as far away from that place as possible.
A few hours later they were on a long stretch of highway, all three still on end, and Castiel had his angel slaying sword out, eyeing the darkness around them when there was a blinding flash of white light, and Dean could have sworn he saw wings in that light before it faded and they saw a figure collapse onto the ground.
“Stop the car!” Castiel yelled as he opened the door and jumped out as Dean brought the Impala to a hard stop. Castiel staggered a moment before going over to a prone figure on the ground. The boys watched as Castiel lifted the figure, who was illuminated in the light of the Impala’s headlights.
Castiel was holding a bloody out cold Trickster, the Demigod’s hair messed up… They saw Castiel check his pulse before bringing him over to the Impala.
“Cass what are you doing?” Dean asked as Castiel got into the car with The Trickster, buckling him in.
“Getting him out of your way, keep going!” Castiel said as they glanced behind them. Dean did so as Castiel looked over the gashes on The Trickster even as the wounds healed on their own, though the blood was still there. Dean glanced back at the out cold Trickster…
“Damn, Lucifer really did a number on him…” Dean muttered, and Sam looked back.
“Yeah…” Sam said quietly as Castiel asked for a cloth and water bottle, which Sam passed back to him, and Castiel cleaned away the blood.
The Trickster stirred about two hours after that, while Dean was still on his break-neck pace trying to get as far away as possible. Castiel looked to him and saw that he had opened his eyes and was rubbing his head. He looked around and blinked, Castiel saw the confusion flash across his face.
“Where…? Where am I?” The Trickster asked as he rubbed his head again, Sam glanced back and shifted in his seat.
“In the Impala,” He said as he watched the Trickster look at him in confusion.
“And who are you?” The Trickster asked with a raised brow, and Sam blinked, and saw the surprise flit across Castiel’s face as well.
“You’re joking, right?” Sam asked with a raised brow but The Trickster shook his head.
“I really don’t know who you are…I barely even know my name…” He muttered as he looked for a waterbottle, found one and downed the water in it.
The Trickster leaned back and looked at them again.
“So, who are you guys?” He said and Castiel spoke first.
“I’m Castiel, that’s Sam,” And he pointed to Sam, “and the one driving is Dean,” Castiel said as he carefully rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Ah, right, my name’s Gabriel…that’s all I can really tell you guys anyways…” Gabriel said as he readjusted himself in the seat and got comfortable. He fell asleep within the hour, which, when the boys were sure he was asleep, they started talking.
“His name is Gabriel? …Huh…” Dean muttered as he glanced in the mirror to the sleeping Gabriel and then to Castiel, who was frowning in thought.
“Dean…the arch angel Gabriel has been missing for years now…maybe…?” Castiel muttered as he looked at the sleeping DemiGod next to him.
“Just because he’s more powerful than Tricksters are supposed to be?” Dean muttered before shaking his head, “I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem all that possible. Unless you can show me wings on that guy, then I won’t believe it, he was around before you came down off your cloud, Cass…”
“I didn’t come off of a clou-“ Castiel started to say when Sam silenced both men.
“Let’s not get into this again, okay? Fact of the matter is that we need to help him…and Dean don’t give me that look…Maybe if he gets his memories back he’ll help us, angel or not,” Sam said as they drove through a small town and kept going on, turning east on the highway when it was possible.
Dean was muttering darkly as Sam fell asleep in his seat, Dean sipping coffee he had recently bought, Castiel had long since left to do…whatever it was he did when he didn’t want to be stuck in the car with the boys.
Gabriel was awake in the car and bored out of his mind as Dean had his music on a low volume.
“Where exactly are we going?” Gabriel asked with a bored drawl to his voice, Dean looked back.
“To a hotel since I think we’re out of danger for now…” Dean muttered as he rubbed the bridge of his nose and got some sleep out of his eyes, the car swerving as he did so and Gabriel sorely hoped there was nothing they could crash onto.
“Will you not do that?” Gabriel snarled as Dean straightened the impala on the road. Dean glanced back and got a mischievous smirk on his face.
“Do what?” He asked as he deliberately made the impala swerve again. He saw Gabriel narrow his eyes as Dean laughed and straightened the car.
“Yeesh, you don’t have to worry about me crashing this car, she’s my baby, I wouldn’t let anything happen to her,” Dean said as he fondly patted the dashboard, and Gabriel eyed Dean warily.
“So…do you have a home you can go to?” Gabriel asked and he saw Dean’s face fall.
“No…we don’t…” Dean said as a town came within sight a ways down the road. It’s glow of lights seeming like it held something safe there. Yet Gabriel couldn’t help but wonder…
“How come you don’t have a home? What happened?” Gabriel asked, genuinely curious. He saw Dean’s eyes flick to look at him in the rearview mirror.
“Well…my mom died when I was little and my dad vowed to find and kill whatever killed her. Well, we killed the demon that killed her…but my dad got killed by it too just a bit before we killed that yellow eyed bastard… my dad raised me and Sammy here to be able to kill anything that goes bump in the night…so it’s our job but we don’t really get paid…so yeah, that’s why we don’t have a home. Would cost too much to keep while we go gallivanting around the country…” Dean said this all in basically one breath before stopping and going silent as Gabriel raised a brow.
“Demons? C’mon there’s no such thing!” Gabriel said with a laugh before Dean gave Gabriel a look in the mirror that made Gabriel go silent.
“Yes there is. They’re everywhere. They can possess almost anything, except angels and maybe demigods…Either way they’re sneaky bastards…” Dean growled.
“How do you know I’m not one?” Gabriel asked, allowing a smirk.
“Because, Castiel already checked you out for that, you’re demon-free,” Dean said matter of factly. He also failed to mention that Gabriel was a Trickster which meant it was highly likely he couldn’t get possessed by a demon.
Dean got into town and pulled up to the nearest cheap hotel and he woke Sam as Gabriel got out of the car and stretched his legs a bit.
“So what exactly is your job anyways?” Gabriel asked as he cracked his knuckles.
“We kill things that kill people or are causing trouble,” Dean said as Sam shot him a look that Gabriel couldn’t quite read.
“So you’re basically hunters?” Gabriel said, looking at the two taller men.
“Yup, now c’mon its better to discuss this inside and in a room,” Sam said as both men got out a few bags from the trunk of the impala. Gabriel followed as the two men lead the way inside, got a room and then settle down in it. Gabriel watched as the boys silently claimed two beds and Gabriel got a third. The boys had paid extra to get a room with three separate beds. Dean had started to gripe about it when Sam had silenced him, saying that he didn’t want Gabriel to have to sleep on the floor, and Dean had relented. Gabriel settled onto his bed and yawned as he looked to the boys.
“So, what kind of hunters are you guys?” Gabriel asked as he kicked off his shoes and let them land with soft thumps on the floor.
“Uh…we kill Supernatural things…Things that are killing people and causing trouble,” Sam said, watching Gabriel who shrugged off his tattered coat and blinked when he saw blood on it, but no blood on him. He looked over it and then looked to the boys.
“And how did you meet me?” He asked as he looked at the rips and blood and the boys exchanged nervous looks.
“We met you on one of our hunts, back then you were a janitor at a university we were investigating…And well, you were a bit of a…Trickster,” Sam said as Gabriel frowned at that.
“Huh,” He said as Sam went on, even though Gabriel could tell instinctively that they were keeping something from him.
“We met you once after that and then a few hours ago we found you out in the middle of the highway bloody and beat up,” Sam finished as Gabriel got up and went to the bathroom, though before he closed the door, Dean tossed him some clothes.
“Those should fit somewhat,” He said Gabriel nodded before he closed the door and locked it, stripping to look for the wounds the boys claimed he’d had. He didn’t see so much as a scratch. He looked at his reflection for a moment, he wasn’t sure what to think even as he looked at his own hazel eyes, the dirty blonde hair…He felt like a stranger in his own body…And yet…he felt something by his shoulders and reached his hand back and it ended up brushing it against something soft and feathery, yet he could see nothing was there…
He shook his head before he got into the shower and showered, letting the warm water slide off of him, feeling like it was some sort of baptism… He closed his eyes and just enjoyed it, wondering what it was that the boys were hiding…