Dog Days
I had an idea and it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down so, here we are! It started out as a joke, a bit crack-tastic, but it got quite serious on me The trickster decides to teach the Winchesters a lesson in destiny.
Just give it chance, please?
Set in Season 5, sometime after 5x08 Changing Channels
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural… but do not fear, the time shall come MWAHAA :)_
Chapter 1
Sam was sick and tired of the apocalypse, of the demons, angels and being caught in the crossfire of their war. He was tired of watching his own feet, lest he took another step towards his fate. So, when a 'run of the mill' case presented itself in the form of mysterious and bloody deaths, each body left in a cloud of feathers, it was their equivalent of a holiday. However so far it had been are rather stressful holiday. They had nothing to go on and people were dropping like flies. So that's how Sam found himself in a ratty motel somewhere in Wyoming, slumped on a desk, research scattered around him, cold cup of coffee half drunk, blurry eyes, a headache and still no leads.
"What y' got sasquatch?"
Sam jolted upright at the sound of Deans voice and the slamming of the front door, sending his notes flying. He blinked, rubbing his eyes.
Dean chuckled, "Falling asleep on the job now are we?"
Sam groaned moodily, stretching his aching muscles, "Try being up for 24 hours working your ass off, and getting nothing for your efforts" He sighed, "I mean, unless it's some kind of were-chicken" he added with a snort, "I got zip. What you been up to anyway huh? Picking chics up from bars?"
"Alright, sheesh tetchy" Dean said putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Give me some more credit man, I was playing cop at the scene of the latest murder." He laughed, "I also talked to the guy's wife, and um, she seemed kind of relieved he was gone. Apparently he was a bit of a douche, just like the other ones. Oh, and I brought us some grub"
He tidied the research into a pile, making room for the bag of food.
Sam rolled his eyes, "Alright, you're forgiven I suppose"
Dean laughed, ruffling Sam's hair with a large hand which Sam quickly swatted away with a dirty look. He then proceeded to rummage through the plastic bag, a grin spreading across his face as he produced a steaming juicy pie. "Love me some pie"
"So, you get anything useful?"
Dean shook his head, "Same as last time, the guy went missing, and then he was found a few days later dead, all bloodied up and covered in feathers."
Sam rolled his eyes, untangling his long legs from under the desk and grabbed his jacket. Dean glanced up, a flicker of confusion disturbing the blissful look in his green eyes as he ate.
"Oi, where you off to? You need to eat Sammy" he said through a mouthful of pastry and fruit syrup.
Sam glared, un-amused at the crumbs that had flown his way through the air. He wiped them off with a frown, "Say it don't spray it man'
Dean swallowed with a smirk, "Sorry. So, where you going?"
"Just to get some fresh air, my head feels like the inside of a drum"
Dean nodded in reply. He may have said something else but it was unintelligible past the amount of food that was currently in his mouth.
Sam closed his eyes, breathing in the fresh air; smiling as it blew the pounding fog from his head. Night was falling across the small town, the street lamps were flickering on, glowing pale amber in the hazy half-light.
He frowned in thought, kicking a stone along the pavement absent-mindedly. Why the feathers? Were they related to the deaths? The people had nothing in common, all worked in different places, different families, different backgrounds, well apart from the fact they seemed to all be dicks. Sam paused, coming to a halt round the back of a shop. Unless the feathers were a clue… what kind of sadistic killer would leave a clue?! Sam stopped again eyes. Why had he not seen it before? Feathers, what were feathers also associated with…
"Aaaaaand Bingo was his name'o!"
Sam jumped, the sing song voice pulling him out of his reverie, and turned towards the voice. He had to look down a bit, but was met with slicked back blonde brown hair, eyes the colour of caramelised stars and a cheeky elfish grin.
"Gabriel. To be honest, I'm hardly surprised" Sam said with a growl.
"Oh perk up sparky. All those jerks deserved it. They had it coming; I was doing the world a favour" He smirked, "Like the little trail I left you with the feathers? Took you long enough. Of course we don't really have those types of feathers. Our wings are more like… celestial rays than chicken wings. Much more impressive" He hopped up onto the lid of a dumpster, short legs dangling off.
Sam clenched his teeth, "What do you want, ass-hat. You know Dean and I are never going to say yes; this is just you and your idiot brothers having daddy-issues. No excuse for a war"
The tricksters legs ceased their swinging for a moment, his voice taking on a more steely tone, "Watch it smart mouth, that's my family you are talking about. " He lightened up again, and his stubby legs resumed their swinging against the bin. "Sam, you and Dean didn't seem to learn the lesson that I set out to impress upon you last time we met.
He looked up with a sad sigh, "I'm not talking about saying yes, Sam. I'm talking about destiny. No matter what roads you choose, you will always end up at the same destination. You have always been tugged around Sammy. Since Azazel bled into your mouth, your mother's death, you running away to school and demons keeping an eye on you … you have always been walking towards the same place."
Gabriel looked at Sam with an expression akin to pity.
"You are a dog on a lead, and God is pulling you along. Give up trying to bite back"
Sam's eyes narrowed, his hands clenching into fists. "Just shut up!"
A few passers-by turned their heads towards the shout.
"Careful now" the trickster stage whispered with a smirk, "Don't want to draw an audience."
The angel clapped his hands and jumped down from the dumpster with a chuckle. "Enough talking now Sammy, I advise you pay attention to this lesson I am about to teach you."
Sam frowned, confused. "What"-
But before he could say anything more, the trickster reached out and placed two fingers to his forehead above the bridge of his nose. There was a sharp stab of light behind his eyes, and then…everything went black.
Chapter 1 complete.
Hope you liked it! I know, a bit of a slow start and I ended on a cliffy, I'm awful I'm sorry.
But the action picks up next chapter I promise! Please tell me what you think; it will help me write :)
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