If Dean were to compare this monster spawn to any son of a bitch he'd met before, he'd compare it to Gabriel. It had the same godforsaken smirk, for one, and had a habit of messing with their heads, and their lives.
They'd caught up with it in Missouri about a week prior, drawn by the storm of bizarre happenings cropping up in the papers. They'd ignored the outbursts of chickenpox at first, and were reluctant at best to waste time investigating color changing automobiles, but it was really when the first kids started sprouting antlers that they thought they'd better check it out.
Here they were now, him and Sam, standing besides their 1967 Chevy Impala, 327, 4-barrel, V-8 engine. Which was pink.
"You dick!" Barked Dean at the shabbily dressed dude lounging across the bonnet. The guy just laughed and stuck his finger up. He made to lunge forward, fully prepared to punch the smug look off his greasy face, but was yanked back by the neck of his jacket.
"Let me at him, Sam!" He growled, struggling against his moose of a brother. "Let me rip his fuc-"
"Dean! Chill! We can paint the damn car- just- calm yourself!"
Sam released him, and Dean made a split second choice which resulted in him deciding his life wasn't worth that desired right hook. He slumped back.
"OK you piece of crap. Wha'd'you want?"
"A little peace and quiet for starters," drawled the man, "but a name would be nice too... how about you call me... Eris."
Dean heard a sharp intake from his left. Probably the human encyclopaedia next to him Google searching his brain.
"Eris!" Exclaimed Sam, "Greek goddess of chaos and disorder! You're insane!" He paused for a moment. "I thought you were a chick."
Eris the guy-goddess quirked his head to one side, as if in curious appreciation of Sam's knowledge. Then he began to change. It started in his chest, then, like a ripple it bubbled outwards towards his fingertips and feet, and lastly his face morphed like something out of a fantasy movie, when the witch becomes a beautiful woman. Dean had to admit this Eris chick was hot. She was all soft edges like those old Greek paintings, and long curled black hair and sharp nose. Decked out in white chiffon and gold jewellery, she looked more like what you'd expect from an ancient diety.
"I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you-"
"are free..." Finished Sam. He looked like all his childhood dreams had come true, the nerd.
"Ok, OK, I get it," Said Dean, already bored. "Great big powerful God-"
"Goddess." Corrected Sam.
"Right, Goddess yeah, but you haven't answered our question. What d'you want here? And don't give me that crap about peace and quiet: we've got half the schools in the state swarming with tiny kid Bambis wrecking havoc here."
They faced each other in the parking lot, separated only by the hot pink bonnet of the impala, and the tension wrought between the three of them.
"I'm searching for something." Eris said finally, stiff and completely unlike the attitude she'd sported as a dude. "It's most important to me."
Sam frowned as if he were trying to remember something.
"Nada?"
"I got nothing." Grumbled Sam.
It was at that point that Cass turned up. There was a whoosh of feathers and suddenly he was standing next to them with his deep growl of a voice.
"Do you require my assistance?"
Eris looked amused, but Dean could see the hint of fear in the crease of her brow.
"Great timing Cass." Dean said.
"Was that... sarcasm?"
"Nah, we're serious Cass," piped in Sam, "We could use a hand. "
Dean could swear he heard Cass mumbling under his breath: 'what do they need my hands for?', but he ignored it in favour of watching in horror as Eris waved her hands around in midair. Dean panicked.
"Cass! Get us out of here! She's making some kind of magic portal crap!"
That's sure what it looked like, what with the glittering, purple, swirly thing in midair that had begun to suck in nearby objects, including a trash can and several fluttering magazines from the dashboard. Dean stumbled backwards, busty Asian beauties streaming past his face into the void.
"What are you waiting for Cass!" He yelled against the force of the wind.
"I'm trying to contain the blast range!"
Eris howled with mirth, looking every part the goddess of chaos.
"Cass...!!!" Warned Sam just as the ground gave way beneath them, and they were hurled into oblivion.
As he was blacking out, he heard a voice in the storm.
"Find it." It hissed.