Summary: Dean Winchester was not anyone's plaything. Nobody could get to his heart and toy with his feelings. Except maybe one miracle named Castiel. Castiel was perfect, and Dean believed in him even when neither of them believed in themselves. And it was Dean's belief in Castiel that saved them both in the end.
This is rated T for (mostly) Dean's language and mentions of alcohol. (Plus it's Supernatural, whaddaya expect?)
I used this setting because I am familiar with it and would rather not make up a city or write about one that I know nothing about.
Italics are stressed words or songs. Normal text is narration. 'Italics with apostrophes are direct thoughts.' "Normal text with quotation marks are direct dialogues."
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I do not own any of the places or songs that might be mentioned in this fic. I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters. If I did, Destiel would be canon. :)
Chapter One: Something Tricked This Way Comes
Dean casually drove the Impala down the freeway, drumming his fingers on the wheel to the beat of the song blasting from the speakers. His little brother sat shotgun, finishing a conversation with Bobby Singer.
"Okay Bobby...Thanks...Bye." Sam flipped his phone closed, and turned to Dean.
"So what have we got? Demon? Vampire? Werewolf? I'd love me a werewolf." Dean looked out the windshield of the Impala, smiling at the thought of a good-old-fashioned hunt.
"A narwhal." Sam said.
"Bless you. Now what are we working with?"
Sam sighed, so done with Dean. "A dead narwhal was found on the shore of a beach in Los Angeles."
"Why is that our problem? Doesn't sound very supernatural to me."
"Because narwhals are creatures of the Arctic Circle, not the Cabrillo Beach, California. And the fact that the narwhal was pink and emitting sparks when it was found is definitely not natural." Sam looked at Dean with that 'I went to Stanford' look that he wore so well. "So probably not something with evil intentions, just something that wants to have some fun messing with people's heads."
"A trickster?"
"You got it."
"Dammit," Dean said, shaking his head.
"What?" Sam asked.
"I thought it would be more fun than that."
"C'mon Dean. What if something life-changing happens while we're in California?"
"Yeah, yeah," Dean sighed. He turned up Heat of the Moment by Asia, smirking at the coincidence.
"Not this song..." Sam sighed, exasperated. It brought back the memories of the last time they hunted a trickster. That was something he would never forget.
Dean just cranked it up louder and bobbed his head to the beat. Sam shook his head and looked out the window.
'Maybe this would be fun, after all.' Dean thought. But he doubted it would get any more fun than making fun of his brother.
He didn't know how wrong he was.
Short chapter. (Sorry about that.) Review to let me know if I should go on! :)