Supernatural- The Boy who called- Trickster? - ~ Chapter 1~
Trina: Hey everyone! I'm so happy to be starting my first Supernatural fanfic! I have huge plans for-
Dean: Cut the talk and get on with the story.
Trina: Uhm, excuse me?
Sam: Just ignore him. He's just grumpy because of the apocalypse-
Dean: That YOU started!
Trina: He does have a point-
Sam:... Shut up.
Trina: Ouch. And I thought Dean was grumpy.
Dean: Sometimes you hurt me with words, honey-
Trina: Shh! No spoilers!
Dean (chuckles): Oops! Sorry honey!
Trina: SHH! (grumbles) Let's just start this story, shall we?
~Gabriel POV~
All he knew was pain. Pain engulfed every fiber of his being. Gabriel- also known to most as The Trickster- was sprawled out on the cold, metal floor of an obscure warehouse in the Middle East. His long, elegant wings were spread out almost to the entire length of the room, twitching from the pain of the arch angel. Gabriel clutched at his chest, crimson blood covering his fair skin. He felt alone- not even the candy girls he conjured could offer him any comfort. He was utterly alone, and he dreaded that fact. He needed help, but unfortunately he had told no one of his trip to the middle east. He had snuck off to a small town south of Iran; Gabriel was sure Lucifer was hiding a powerful weapon here. No weapon was to be found, apparently, but unfortunately, some of Lucifer's "henchmen" were to be found, and NOT in a good way.
The henchmen argued whether they should turn the arch angel over to their leader, or just deal with him themself. The latter sounded more appealing. Gabriel had had the upperhand throughout the fight. He only faultered once, and that was his downfall. The last remaining henchman took the opportunity and plunged a metal pole left behind by the warehouse workers into the dirty-blond arch angel, just barely missing his heart.
Closing his eyes, Gabriel prayed. He prayed that someone, preferably Castiel or the Winchester boys, would find him. An invisible pulse seemed to pulsate from the arch angel; a message of desperation heading to the only one that could get help- Castiel.
Dean: I never did like the guy.
Trina: Oh, don't be mean- you know you like him. He's actually a very nice guy if you would just give him the chance.
Dean: Easy for you to say, he's your-
Trina: Dean! For the last time, NO SPOILERS! (Trina snapped her fingers, and a metal bar appeared on Dean's mouth. He clawed at it, but it didn't budge.)
Trina (sighing): That's better. I hope you enjoyed this intro-chapter, however short. Hopefully the next will be longer-
Sam(scoffed): Doubtful.
Trina(groaning): Ahg! You brothers are so INSUFFERABLE! I'll kill you off- I swear!
Sam(laughing):Everyone knows you won't- you can't stand a character death.
Trina(glaring; an evil smirk on her face): Just watch me. *She walks off, leaving Sam's confidence faltering.*
Sam: Yeah right... (He looks at Dean nervously and Dean shrugs, his eyebrows raised.) Right? Trina, come back here! Trina? You can't leave me hanging like this. Trina!
*Trina pops back in, a frazzled Sam running around in the background searching for her* Trina: Don't forget to review!( She winks, and with a snap of her fingers, is gone.)