Mary stared out the window of the small diner in Soux Falls, South Dakota. The sun was setting and evening was fast approaching, but she has no intentions of getting up any time soon. He body ached and her soul felt tired from the long drive from Arizona.
"Damn Winchesters." She muttered to the empty diner, tapping her foot impatiently.
She was retired. Had been for a year now. Hunting just wasn't her cup of tea, but when Bobby Singer called her up saying they might have a lead on her condition she just couldn't say no.
Mary didn't grow up in a hunting family, or around hunters. She was a normal kid, with normal parents and normal friends. She accidentally stumbled upon the strange and unusual when all of her boyfriends began to develop a trend. Their either moved away, went insane, or in the case of Chase Dawson, died. She considered herself a Black Widow. The moment intimacy became involved, the men would disappear. 8 years later she still didn't know the reason.
When others caught wind of her mysterious boy troubles, it attracted the hunters. They flocked to the town, assuming Mary was a witch, out to get revenge on a past lover. She was accused of being a shapeshifter once or twice as well. The first time someone waved a handgun in her face accusing her of witchcraft she cried and hid in the closet for 6 hours, she was only 14 for fucks sake. When the hunters found no evidence of her being anything other than a regular teenager, they were stumped but kept an eye on her. When Chase Dawson died, it brought the "FBI" or in her case, Sam and Dead Winchester.
-2 Years Ago: Mary, 19, Chandler AZ-
Sam and Dean Winchester knocked on the door to Mary Willhem's house. They were posing as FBI investigators Detective Bachman and Detective Turner. Mary peeked at them from the eye-hole in the door, giving them a quick once over, quickly assuming they were hunters.
With the constant flux of missing boyfriends and being doused in holy water, Mary had done her research. There was a whole word out there full of weird and unknown, but still none of it explained her "Black Widow Syndrome".
Opening the door just enough to see the two black suit wearing men, she raised her eyebrow at them. They gave her a polite smile and flashed their badges, too quickly for her to actually read anything.
"I'm detective Turner, and this is Detective Bachman, we are here to ask you questions about Chase Dawson." The man who spoke had a deep rough voice, and tried to peek behind the door.
"I'm not a witch, a shape-shifter, a demon, a vampire, a werewolf, or a strange paegen god." Mary quickly blurted out. "You can search for hex bags, but you wont find any, you are free to douse me with holy water, but please, don't cut me with a silver knife, it fucking hurts—silver or not." She rapid fired away. The two standing at the door look dumbfouded for a second before Detective "Bachman" regained his composure.
"I'm not sure what you're referring too, but if we could just ask you a few questions-"
"Look, detective, this has been happening since I was 13, you aren't the first hunters I have seen. You're welcome to come in, but don't get holy water on the carpet, Mom will get pissed." She said walking away, leaving the door open. "And I have no idea why this happens, I've spent the past two years researching myself."
Detective Turner cleared his throat before entering the living room looking at the teenager who plopped onto the couch and continued to watch TV.
"So, wait. Hunters have come looking for answers before?" He asked watching her suspiciously,
"Yupp. This is the first one to die though, so if you have any suggestions, feel free to speak up. They usually just disappear or go insane. Its giving me a bad reputation." She answered hotly.
"Ghost." He supplied.
"No EMP spikes, ever." She answered. "Salted and burned my dad's bones as well. Couldn't think of anyone else who would be so protective of me." She added sadly.
"How did Chase die?" The other one asked from across the room. Mary looked at him uneasy.
"You mean you haven't stolen the records yet? What kind of hunters are you?" She snorted. "The official statement is he bled internally from an injury he sustained a week ago playing football." She answered. "Asshole deserved it though. Was a dick to me. I was a challenge, but he clearly failed." She said crossing her arms hotly.
"What do you mean 'he deserved it'?" Mary sighed and sat up straighter in the chair.
"His end goal was to get into my pants. You're both males. Put the picture together. Clearly someone wants me to stay virtuous." Mary answered.
"Damn." the gruff one remarked snickering a little. "He wasn't very lucky was he." Mary shot him a glare and he shrugged at her.
"Who are you two anyway?" She asked staring the two hunters down. The one closer to the door cleared his throat.
"I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean." He answered.
"Wait, Winchester?" She asked incredulously. Sam nodded confused, whose expression deepened when she began laughing.
"Oh my god, the famous Winchesters didn't even fully revue the case before busting into my house asking questions! Just wait till I tell the other hunters of your beginner mistake!" She shouted gleefully.
"Look here, Mary. There is a kid dead and I'm sure more will follow! So shut your yap and help us out! " Dean shouted pointing at the teenager who just raised her eyebrow at him.
"What the hell am I supposed to do? Seduce people until we find out the cause of this." She asked incredulously. "The only time this repeats itself is when...well..." She stuttered. "When intimacy begins to get involved." Dean looked at her and smirked.
"Alright Mary, time for you to tell us everything. Start with the first incident." Dean said sitting down on the chair across from her pulling out an old beat up journal.
"Okay then." She said haughtily. "James Tyson. He was my first boyfriend. I had just turned 13. He was 15 and a bit of a creep. We were sitting here watching some movie and he began to put his hand up my skirt." Mary blushed red. "Thankfully my Mom came home then and he stopped, but the next day he called me telling me he was moving. His Dad got some crazy promotion and they were leaving immediately to New York."
"How was that weird?" Sam asked. Mary scoffed.
"His dad was a builder, just a construction worker. He was nobody and suddenly this mysterious architect job drops out of the sky for him. He had no experience at all for it, but he got it."
"I guess I can see that." Sam said.
"John Mason was next, just a few months after. He kissed me outside of the school and copped a feel while he was at it. That night he just disappeared. He supposedly ran away to live with his older brother a few states away, but that was crazy, he hated his brother. Taylor Martin, oh boy is this one a doosey. I had just turned 14, we went to the movies and he started getting all handsy. After he dropped me off I got a call 2 hours later saying he had a mental breakdown and was going to the institution, and needed to answer some questions about what happened that night."
"Jeeze, you really do have bad luck with the men." Mary shot Dean a glare.
"The 'accidents' kept getting worse after that. Mason, no idea what his last name was. He was my first, I guess you could call it an experiment. I went out with boys just to see what would happen. Long story short, took him to bed, barely got clothes off and he has a seizure. Marlon Thompson. Heat stroke. Dillon Mars, head trauma from a picture falling off the wall. Sampson Edwards. Went missing before our date. Tyler McGann, caught with hard drugs he claimed weren't his and got 20 years in prison. I can keep going if you want." Mary took a breath and leaned back against the couch.
"I wish more than anything, this would quit happening to people. If you boys can find out anything, I would really appreciate it."
"None of it seems consistent. Just whatever is convenient at the time." Sam remarked. "How many more are there?" Mary thought to herself silently counting on her fingers.
"23 in total." She answered straight faced. "I used to live in Nevada and 7 happened there. The rest have been in good ol' Chandler."
"Well Sammy, looks like we have some research to do. Can you give us the names of each of the boys and what happened to them?" Dean asked. Mary just nodded and grabbed a nearby book passing it to Dean.
"I'm the reason these boys are messed up now. I kept a record of the day it happened. I hope it will be of use to you, it didn't do me any good." She said.
"Well, thank you Mary, we'll keep in touch." Sam said as the two of them walked out the door.
-Present Time, Mary 21, Soux Falls SD-
The diner door dinged and in stepped Sam and Dean Winchester. Dean has a scowl plastered on his face and Sam looked tired and weary. Clearly something had happened. Sam slid carefully into the booth across from Mary and Dean plopped and stared at her.
"Mary." He greeting with annoyance edging his words.
"Winchesters." She replied giving them a raised eyebrow. "What do you got for me?" She asked, trying not to sound eager.
"Trickster." Sam stated simply.
"What the hell is a trickster?" Mary asked.
"Basically an asshole that likes to cause mayhem." Dean said bitterly. "I'm thinking you have a trickster tailing you just trying to mess up your life. No idea on why he would pick you, but its the best thing we got." Mary sat back and nodded.
"It would make sense. But I haven't had anymore... instances and nobody else has died. Did the trickster just give up?" Mary asked.
"Could be. We also thought of Dragons. They only take virgins, but we've never heard of one keeping a girl a virgin." Sam added.
"Would a trickster and a dragon ever team up together?" She asked hopefully. "And have you heard of anything else like this happening?" Mary asked staring at the two brothers.
"Unfortunately not." Sam replied. "You're the only case like this." Mary sighed and put her head in her hands.
"Of course." She said bitterly. "If you boys think of anything else, please, let me know." She said sadly.
"You know." Dean began staring at Mary. "We're going to gank the Trickster tomorrow night, if you want to tag along, maybe get some answers you are seeking." He offered. Mary looked at him wearily.
"Why?"
"Uhm, its just." Dean began before huffing. "I just feel bad for you alright. Can't get down and dirty and we have no idea why." He said rushed and stern. Mary laughed and smiled at him.
"It's okay, really." Mary said, then frowned. "But, I do want to go with you. I need answers. Its been 8 years of this bullshit, and I want it to stop." She said determined. Dean smiled brightly at her.
"Well then, time to gear up."
First thing Mary thought was how she instantly regretted this decision. She agreed to come along for the ride to quickly gank a Trickster. The boys had the stakes, the location, the blood. All of it should have been very, very simple, but no. The boys just had to listen to a police scanner and head to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of no where, because that didn't just scream trouble.
Mary was now alone, in the abandoned warehouse staring at a man, who she believed was the Trickster, who was staring at her with wonder, confusion, and then annoyance on his face. She looked around frantically for Sam and Dean, who had just been there, but then vanished in a flash.
"What are you doing here?" the Trickster asked, clearly not amused. Mary stumbled backwards trying to get her bearings. She didn't even remember walking into the warehouse.
"Your guess is as good as mine, hot stuff." She replied winking, hoping her bad luck with men would kick in or something. The Trickster gave her a smirk and laughed loudly.
"Well, you should be in Arizona, away from the Winchesters." He said snarkily, staring at Mary who stared right back. "Oh, excuse me one moment." He said with a confused look on his face before dissapearing.
"What...the...fuck... is going on." Mary whispered to herself, not daring to move from her spot.
"Alright, you know what. I am done with this monkey dance!" Dean Winchester shouted at the Trickster. The Winchester brothers currently resided inside a brightly colored motel room. The walls were decorated in yellow, green and blue flowers with matching carpet and bed.
The Trickster stared down the two Winchester brothers smiling at them. Dean and Sam stared right back at him, a glare on their faces apprehensive to his next move.
"We get it, okay." Dean finished. The Trickster scoffed and walked around the two.
"Get what, hotshot." He asked.
"Playing our roles right?" Dean answered, staring the Trickster down. "That's your game."
The Trickster made a face and nodded. "That's half the game." He answered them finally.
"Well, what's the other half?" Sam asked, anoyed at the dancing around.
"Play your roles... out there." The Trickster replied.
"What's that supposed to mean." Dean asked hotly.
"Oh, you know." he started excitedly. "Sam starring as Lucifer. Dean starring as Michael. Your celebrity death match. Play your roles." He ended with a serious look in his eyes.
"You mean you want us to say yes to those sons-of-bitches?" Sam asked incredulously.
"Hells yeah!" He said with a little head wiggle. "Let's light this candle!"
"If we do that, the world will end." Sam countered, staring at the Trickster like he had two heads.
"Yeah, and whose fault is that?" the Trickster replied shooting Sam a glance. "Who popped Lucifer out of the box." He continued. "Looks, its started. You started it, it can't be stopped, so why not get it over with?"
Dean stared at the Trickster for a moment, and gave a quick nod mostly to himself. "Heaven or hell, which side you on?" He asked finally.
"I'm not on either side." The Trickster replied after a short pause.
"Yeah right. You're grabbing ankle for Michael or Lucifer, which one is it." Dean persisted.
"You listen to me, you arrogant dick." The Trickster said beginning to lose his nerve. "I don't work for either of those SOBs believe me."
"Oh," Dean began, smirking at the Trickster. "You're somebodies bitch." The Trickster's smile vanished and a look of anger took it's place. Grabbing Dean by the collar he spun around and slammed him into the wall behind him.
"Don't you ever, ever presume to know what I am." Anger seethed from the words as the Trickster held dean tight up against the wall. With a final look, he released dean and walked over to Sam. "Now listen very closely." The Trickster stated sternly, staring at the two brothers. "Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you."
"And if we don't." Sam countered.
"Then you'll stay here in TV Land." He paused. "Forever." he added with finality. "Three hundred channels and, uh, nothing's on." With a snap of the Trickster's fingers, the scene changed.
Mary was wondering the warehouse, trying to find a way out, only to discover that there were no doors, no windows, no... nothing. The Trickster has questioned her like he knew her, and had left in a flash. She was in deep shit and had no way out of it.
She pulled out her cellphone and checked and has no signal to which she cursed and shoved it back in her pocket. If only she could call Bobby Singer, he was known for getting hunters out of trouble.
Mary heard a fluttering noise and ducked down behind one of the beams of the warehouse, and looked towards where the noise came from. Confusion struck her when she caught a glance at another man, different from before in a trench coat. He was flailing around and looked like his was in a panic. Mary contemplated calling out to him or going over there, but stayed glued to her spot behind the beam. In a flash the man was gone again, causing Mary to gasp and fall over onto the dirty floor.
"What in the hell is going on here?!" She shouted to the empty space. She growled to herself and ran towards the dark corner where she saw what looked like her backpack, where the stake and other items were that she needed to gank the Trickster when he came back.
"Hold it there, short-stop." She heard the voice of the Trickster as he grabbed her around the waste and stopped Mary in her tracks. "Don't even think about it." He said moving Mary in front of him.
"Are you the trickster?" She asked giving him a once-over. From his floppy hair to his stubble chin all the way down to his brown boots. He smiled brightly and did a mocking bow.
"The one and only!" His said cheerfully, the smile and glee reaching his eyes. "Now." He began the smile fading slightly looking her over. "What's a girl like you doing with those two brats?" He asked circling her. Mary narrowed her eyes.
"Tagging along for the ride." She said following him as he circled.
"Jeeze, those two just wont give it a rest." He muttered before holding a finger up to Mary. "Wait right there, dear, wont be but a moment." He said before disappearing once again. Blinking in shock, Mary scanned the corner where the back was only to find it was missing.
"Son of a bitch."
"Alright!" Dean called out the sky, standing beside the Impala, which currently had Sam inside of it. "Uncle! We give up! We'll do it!"
"Should I honk?" Sam supplied from the car. In a flash the Trickster has appeared and began stalking towards the two of them, nearly sashaying as he did so.
"Wow, Sam! Get a load of the rims on you!" He mockingly joked walking to the side of the car.
"Eat me." Came the unamused reply. The Trickster gave a short whistle before walking infront of Dean once more.
"Okay boys, ready to go quietly?" The Trickster asked, looking at the two of them. Dean held up his hand and shook his head.
"Woah, woah, woah." He began, giving the Trickster a look. "Not so fast. Nobody is going anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs." To that the Trickster gave a scoff.
"What's the difference. Satan's gonna ride his ass one way or another." Dean shot him an unimpressed look until the Trickster snapped his thumbs. The lights on the front of the car went off and Sam climbed out of the Impala with a full human body. "Happy?" He supplied as Sam joined them, a less that impressed look on his face.
"Tell me one thing." Dean began before stopping and shaking his head. "No, tell me two thing. One: Why didn't the stake kill you and two: where in the hell is Mary?" He asked glaring at the trickster. "She was with us when we made it the warehouse, but she just so happens to have been missing during out little trope through TV land." The Trickster narrowed his eyes at the brothers.
"Mary Willhem doesn't concern you." he said darkly. Dean just nodded his head and Sam pulled out a lighter and tossed it lit onto the ground at the Tricksters feet. A look of confusion crossed is face as the ring of fire surrounded him.
"The stake wouldn't have worked." Dean started. "If you have always been an Angel." The Trickster started laughing and sputtered at Dean that he was crazy.
"Alright then, just walk out of that holy fire and we'll call it our mistake." The Trickster began laughing again before sobering up and looking sharply at the two boys. With a sigh the scene shifter back to the warehouse.
Mary shrieked in shock when the two Winchesters and the trickster surrounded by a ring of fire appeared at the other end of the warehouse. The boys looked tense and the trickster was clapping.
"Well played boys." He remarked before turning towards Mary. "You can come out and play now Mary." He said in his unamused voice. Same and Dean turned towards the now walking girl.
"Where in the hell have you two been?!" She shrieked when she made it to safety of the brothers, hiding behind them as she watched the Trickster behind the flames.
"Trust me, you don't want to know." Dean said gruffly. "Where have you been?" He countered.
"Here. Never left. Had weirdo here pop in on me a few times." She supplied and the Trickster rolled his eyes.
"Details, details." He muttered. "Where did you guys get the holy water?" The trickster asked.
"Well, you might say that we, uh, we pulled it out of Sam's ass." Mary looked oddly at Dean and Sam shot dean a mean glare and the Trickster smirked and snorted out a quick laugh.
"What the hell did I miss?" Mary asked looking at the three of them.
"I got caught, sweet cheeks." the Trickster supplied looking at the two boys.
"Where'd I mess up?" He asked seriously.
"You didn't." Sam answered. "Nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did."
"Cas? Who the crap is Cas?" Mary asked, confused at the whole situation.
"Shut up, we'll fill you in later." Dean barked, earning a harsh look from Mary and the Trickster alike.
"I'd watch your tone there, Winchester." The Trickster supplied.
"You're in no position to make threats. Anyway, we guessed mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon." The Trickster looked at them oddly.
"Meaning?"
"Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family." Mary looked at the circled of holy fire and it all clicked in her brain. He wasn't a Trickster at all, he was an angel.
"Well I'll be." Mary remarked smiling at the new creature in front of her. "So, which one are you?" She asked. The angel sighed and shuffled in his spot before casting a long hard look at Mary.
"Gabriel." He said at last. "They call me Gabriel."
"Gabriel." Sam said with a tone of doubt. "The Archangel." Gabriel shrugged and nodded.
"Riddle me this, how did an Archangel become a Trickster." Dean asked.
"My own private witness protection." Gabriel supplied, looking at the three of them. "I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world." He paused to glare at Sam and Dean. "Till you two screwed it all up."
"Huh, what does God say about all of this." Mary asked, now fully visible and not hiding behind the giant structure of Sam anymore.
"Daddy doesn't say anything about anything." Gabriel said bitterly.
"Alright, so what happened. Why did you ditch." Sam asked.
"Do you blame him? I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douchenozzles." Dean remarked turning towards his brother. Gabriel glared hard at the two Winchesters.
"Shut your cakehole." Gabriel barked. "You don't know anything about my family." Gabriel said harshly. "I love my father, my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other?" Gabriel scoffed. "Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it!" He shouted emotionally. "Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again." He finished helplessly.
"Then why not help stop it?" Mary asked.
"It can't be stopped." Gabriel said after a pause.
"Wait, so you want to watch the end of the world?" Mary turned towards the brothers. "That is what this is about right?" She asked unsure of herself.
"I want it to be over!" Gabriel shouted. "I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other thanks to you two! Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins, I just want it to be over." He said casting a glance at Mary who shrunk back a little.
"There has to be some way to pull the plug." Same offered.
"You do not know my family." Gabriel laughed forcefully. "What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner." He said in a sassy tone. "That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't about a war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You'd think you'd be able to relate." Dean narrowed his eyes at the archangel.
"What are you talking about."
"You sorry sons of bitches." Gabriel begins. "Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan." Gabriel then points a finger at Mary. "Oh and let us not forget about little Mary Willhem. Oh you have a part to play in this too. Ever wonder why your little boyfriends all had little accidents?"
"What are you talking about?" Mary said, inching closer to the rind of holy fire. Gabriel smirked at her.
"Trickster or not, I still has a task. Protect the virtue of our dear Mother Mary." Mary furrowed her brow and looked oddly at Gabriel. "You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other."
"What the hell are you saying?" Dean asked shoving Mary behind him and walking towards the Archangel.
"Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always." Sam and Dean cast a long look towards the floor, not daring to meet the others eye. Dean looked up and at his brother then at the Archangel.
"That's not going to happen."
OMG guys, first chapter is done for the new Gabe/OC story. If you haven't read River Winters Song Remains the Same Cas/OC story then DO IT. SHE IS AMAZING.