Alright, my first Supernatural Fic. I found the Trickster to be the best character so far, I mean who wouldn't, right? Anywho, in this story I'm making Hermes a female, so if you have any problem with mythological innacuracies don't read this. But read it anyway. Cause it's going to be good. Because I said so.

Alright, let's get started-

Tumbling round in the sky, Hermes couldn't quite get her feet to stay straight and thus, the rest of her toppled clumsily about the clouds. Gripping her satchel to her side, she adjusted the winged helmet sitting on her head and grimaced.

Her first heralding was, admittedly, not going too well. She had already gotten lost twice and now her boots would not stay down.

"Idiotic, stupid things-" Hermes grumbled, whacking the boots with Kerykeioni. This, of course, didn't help one bit and the boots began to spiral horribly out of control. Shouting out in surprise, Hermes grasped at them wildly, nearly dropping the golden scepter.

The winged boots flipped her upside down and she growled at them, thoroughly annoyed. Suddenly, her destination came into view and her eyes grew wide. Asgard, Olympus' counterpart, as beautiful as the great Mount in everyway. But, why was it coming on so fast?

Crying out in surprise, Hermes realized, with great depression, that her boots were out of control and wouldn't stop anytime soon. With Kerykeion(i) still in hand, she grasped for the buckles in desperation, but it was too late.

Hermes sped past Himinbjörgii(ii) and a rather bewildered Heimdall, who was beginning to raise his horn when she shouted back to him,

"NO! THIS IS NOT AN INVASION! IT'S HERMES! HERMES-!"

Continuing down the Bifrost, Hermes heard the low sound of Gjallarhorniii(iii) and cringed. Why did no one listen to her? Soldiers flew from the Palace, swords and glaives at the ready, though their brows furrowed in confusion at the so called intruder, screaming as she flew through the air.

Seeing as she couldn't reach the buckles, Hermes took to beating the boots again with Kerykeion, more out of frustration than the thought that it would help. Only when arrows began to fly did she realize how much trouble she was in.

At one point, she had to rip off her helmet to cover her face from an oncoming arrow.

"THAT IS NOT HELPING!"

One of the soldiers heard the cry and froze.

"Wait a minute," he said, squinting to see the flying figure better. "That looks like Zeus' messenger!"

"WHAT!?" the captain shouted, looking incredulously at the soldier. "HOLD YOUR FIRE! STAND DOWN, I SAY!"

The soldiers lowered their bows and stopped firing, watching the out of control messenger as she flew into trees and a few poor passers-by. The Captain raced up to the highest tower and onto the battlements, following the woman as far as he could.

"AIM FOR THE DOORS!" He cried to her, leaning over the stone.

"WHAT!?" she screamed back.

"THE DOORS!"

"Ah" she said to herself, understanding. With one swift motion, Hermes curled herself up and grasped her boots, still rolling about in the air, but now, having aimed her boots backwards, she shot forward and down, straight towards a herd of armed soldiers.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" She screamed.

"OPEN THE DOORS!" The Captain shouted sprinting down the tower.

The soldiers threw themselves out of her way as two others pulled open the two great, ornate, golden doors. Hermes flew through them and into the immense thrown room, lined with armored guards, who flung themselves to the floor when Hermes came flying in.

The gods who stood in the room watched in confusion, which turned to alarm as she flew straight at them. Only two were not panicking at the soaring messenger. A young Loki stood off to the side, crying with laughter as Hermes kicked a terrified Baldur in the face.

And The Allfather stared with raised brows from his thrown, an amused smirk fighting its way up his face. Though, with a sigh, he stood and, with a flick of his wrist, the wings on the boots froze.

Hermes, who was at that moment, grasping for the rafters of the ceiling, fell flat on her face in front of the entire congregation. The hall was silent, save for Loki's cackling in the back. Hermes pushed herself off the polished marble floor and coughed awkwardly.

"I-um I have a-uh a message for Odin Allfather from the-ahem-Lord Zeus." she shifted self-consciously under the scurrilous eyes of the Northern gods.

"Very well," Odin's voice boomed briskly as he stepped down from the dais, hand extended. "You have a letter, I presume?"

"Uh-letter? Oh, um-yes, of course."

Hermes opened her bag and rifled through it until, with much grumbling and fumbling, she pulled out a crisp white envelope, sealed with the crest of Zeus; thunderclouds and a lightning bolt.

With her legs still getting used to solid ground, she nearly tripped over her own feet as she handed Odin the letter. A thunderous laugh tore through the hall, making Hermes bristle and her already red face turned a nice, deep scarlet.

"LOKI!" Odin shouted, rounding on the Trickster god with a look of fury. A look, mind you, that could sober up an orgy better than a cold shower and which had the same effect on Loki, because the moment they made eye contact, the grin slipped from his face and he stared sullenly down at his sandals.

Hermes stepped back when Odin took the letter and opened it, reading it silently to himself, his singular eye roving over the parchment. She removed her winged helmet, now dented with the love taps of Asgardian arrows, and ran a hand through her short, white blonde hair.

As she went to put it back on, she caught the eye of the estranged, pouting deity who stood glaring at her from across the room. Slipping the helmet back so that her fringe stuck out, she glared back at him.

He was not as impressive as the other deities in the hall, but there was something about him, something dangerous yet divine, even more so than The Allfather; in his own way of course. Hermes had met her fair share of demigods and he was unlike anything she had ever seen.

It was as if there was something beneath the sulking yet playful face; something so much more powerful than anything in this room, something that, if you poked it enough, would come bursting forth, destroying anything and everything in it's path.

Shaking her head of these odd thoughts, Hermes went back to glaring at him. Neither blinked and both fumed silently, that is, until the Allfather began to speak.

"A feast?" he asked looking up from the parchment at the flying goddess.

"A wedding actually, Milord; of the god Eros to the human woman Psyche."

"I see, and what, may I ask, is the lord Zeus' relation to him?"

Hermes chuckled and looked sheepishly up at the Allfather.

"Honestly Allfather, with all the philandering that goes on in my family, it's hard to tell who's who."

Odin smiled down at the young goddess, his face creasing in amusement. For a split second, Hermes saw why he was known as the Allfather. Then the smile was gone and gave a short nod, stepping back onto the dais.

"You may inform Zeus that he can expect our arrival."

"Of course, thank you my lord Allfather." she was just about to leave when he added-

"Oh, and you may want to see to your sandals, young one. We wouldn't want our only Holy Messenger to fly into a cliff, would we?"

Hermes noticed the grin break out on the face of the Trickster when Odin mentioned her as the Holy Messenger. With her brow furrowed in hidden confusion, she nodded silently.

"Yes milord, I'll get straight to it." with a swift bow and a short run, Hermes took off through the doors and was back out into the sky.

Gabriel, or Loki as he was outwardly known to these boobs, watched the young pagan as she took off. It reminded him of the old days, before he went AWOL; when he used to deliver messages to the high and the mighty.

Though he never had a pair of busted winged boots to help him fly around, nor a helmet; he had to admit it gave her a certain look, a real 'don't shoot the messenger' type of look. Shrugging his shoulders, Gabriel turned to leave the hall, not that he wanted to be there anyway.

"And where do you think you are going, Loki?" Odin called from his throne.

With a roll of his eyes, Gabriel spun around on his heel and put on a fake smile. He could sense the discomfort coming from the other gods as it always did when he smiled.

"Well, from what I heard from the Winged Wonder over there, we have a wedding to attend."

His eyes snapped to the hulking mass of Thor that came strutting his way, hammer gripped tight in his fist. Gabriel, being much shorter than the muscle bound demigod, simply rocked back on his heels, hands behind his back and a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Mark my words Trickster," Thor thundered, glaring down at smug angel in disguise, "if you disrupt these nuptials, you shall have the full force of Mjolnir shattering that thick skull of yours."

"Hey, calm down, big guy, before you pop a lung," Gabriel smirked, patted Thor's chest reassuringly. "I won't try anything, cross my heart. Besides, I've got other ideas." he grinned at this, his mind already filling with ideas on how best to annoy this new so called, Holy Messenger.

Whirling around again, Gabriel skipped from the hall, his roaring laughter echoing behind him.

So? What did you think? I enjoy feedback, as does anyone so please; I'm begging you.

i Kerykeion: Hermes' Golden Scepter

ii Himinbjörg: Heimdall's Fortress at the foot of The Bifrost

iii Gjallarhorn: Heimdall's Horn, used to warn against approaching intruders

~U-Hinged