The new Trickster
Two months ago-
A skittering sound teased at Dean's exhausted ears. As a hunter this would normally invoke panic and confusion, but Dean knew exactually what was happening.
He rolled over suddenly just as the door to his and his brothers shared motel room opened.
Sam's eyes widened in suprize.
"Lose something?" Dean asked without skipping a beat. He jingled a pair of keys with a leather band on them.
Sam put away his lock picking equipment and glared at his brother.
Dean chuckled. "Okay, okay sorry. Happy April first senõr angst."
Realization dawned in the younger brothers eyes. Just as quickly the glare returned.
"Awe c'mon Sammy, lighten up. I got a lead on a Wendingo."
Finally a soft snort of amusement. "Really?"
"Nope." Dean said. His eyes glittering and his voice husky from sleep. "April fools. That's two to zip."
"Is it?" A third party chimed. An attractive man in a khaki trench coat asked.
Dean jumped slightly. "Dammit Cas!"
Then Dean wore a different expression similar to a meme often titled 'not bad'. "Did you just play a prank on me? You?" He asked still seeming to mull the idea over.
Castiel leveled Dean with a searching look.
"Um Cas..." Sam asked after a moment. "Do you want to know why we called?"
After another brief second the angel rose from his crouched position besides the weary Hunter.
Dean and Sam shared a look. Perhaps silently chiming, 'angels' in a mildly sarcastic way.
When they looked back said angel was gone.
"I know why you called me." Castiel said stoically from Sams side. Both hunters heads jerked suddenly towards him.
Dean groaned. "Ah." He hissed. "You're gonna give us freaking whip-lash."
"Sorry. It was not my intention." Castiel said. "As for why you called me I think I have the answer."
"Really?" Sam asked hopefully.
What might have been a smirk and what might have been a trick of the light danced across the higher beings face. "Nope."
Dean chuckled dryly and Sam rolled his eyes.
"But there is something you can help me with." Castiel said from a new spot, sitting on the bed beside Dean.
"Alright so why don't we...scratch each others backs?" Dean suggested.
Eyes widening the angel asked, "Why would we do that?"
Dean chuckled a little harder shaking the springs of the cheap motel bed. Seeping more wariness into the angel.
"It's an expression." Sam explained. "It means you help us. We help you."
"That makes more sense." Castiel said falling back into stoicism.
"Alright." Dean smirked and rubbed his hands together. "First things first." Without warning the older Winchester threw his worn leather jacket from the nightstand. He revealed a symbol drawn hastily in blood. "April fools Cas." He said before slamming his hand onto the middle of the seal.
The trench coated angel disappeared in a flash of white light.
A&n
Just a heads up. I have not worked out when this take place. I'm still in early season six. Once I get through the last two seasons which I am attempting to ration I'll probably make some changes to this story.