I'm back for another attempt at a Supernatural fic. My first one did pretty ok so I thought I'd try another since I got this idea in my noggin. Btw, I haven't forgotten my other fics and will be updating them pretty soon so watch for them. Anyway, this features our very own Trickster as the antagonist. He's one of my favourite characters in the show ( Especially after watching season 5 ;) ) so I had to put him in. This is a slight AU, lets say it's set in the middle of season 3, before Mystery Spot (Check my other story related to that epi too!). It's a prologue so if y'all likey then I will try to update it. Keep or trash, it's up to you. Please read and give the all important feedback. Thanks :)
The small motel room was filled in darkness. The only light let in was that of the rising sun, which entered through a crack in the closed curtains. It was silent, with the atmosphere being calm and peaceful. The clock read 6:30, a time where sleeping was the usual activity most people undertook. Dean and Sam Winchester were no exception. They both lay sprawled out on their lumpy mattresses, a light blanket shielding their bodies from the early morning chill. Dean was sleeping soundly, a light snore escaping his mouth every so often. A small smile played across lips, indicating happy or more than likely seductive dreams. Across from him Sam was sleeping restlessly. He tossed and turned quickly, nearly loosing the blanket and pillow. His features scrunched up and his hands gripped the sheets. A nightmare was slowly beginning, unraveling a vision.
"Why are you killing again?".
"Because he's an evil bitch man, he doesn't need a reason", Dean argues.
Sam ignores him and waits for the others reply. Trickster stares at him haughtily, "Well, I've needed their life-force for something".
"What?", Sam presses.
He stares at him, pondering silently to himself. A smile still lingering he continues on, "I guess it doesn't matter if you find out now. It's too late to stop it anyway", he pauses to catch the confused look on Sam's face and the angry one on Deans, "Ever since you 'killed' me, I realised that you two were the strongest hunters I have ever come up against. I've heard stories swirling around here and there about you two and your hunts recently. I must admit they spiked my interest. I thought that since I couldn't kill you with my powers the first time, I'd find a different way too. Taking out hunters like you two would definitely be good for business. So I got a, lets say a book off an acquaintance of mine which contains incantations. It's crafty stuff. There's this one that requires a whole lot of spirits, the good ones. So I thought I'd give it a shot. I've got my spirits, all I needed was you two. But being the hunters you are, I didn't even need the bait. You found me all by yourselves".
Dean's eyebrows furrow now as he stares at his opponent in uncertainty. "What does the incantation do?", Sam asks, slightly timid.
"Oh yes, how did I forget the best part", Trickster laughs heartily, "This incantation can practically cause you to relieve the past few years of your lives. Well the hunting part anyway".
Sam glances at Dean briefly, catching his eye as they share baffled looks. "You don't get it", Trickster says slightly surprised. He thought they were smarter than that.
"Listen you son of a bitch, if you have nothing else to say than excuse me while I blow your brains out of your head", Dean puts his finger on the trigger, eager to pull it.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa Dean. Ok, give a guy a chance!", he exclaims, putting his hands up momentarily, "As I was saying then, you'll get the chance to try to kill everyone you've hunted again. Or they can get revenge and kill you. That's the plan anyway. See, this incantation that I plan on reading out shortly, it brings what you've killed back to life. Call it a second chance. Full meatsuit, powers, the lot. You have to deal with them all again", he finishes, smirking maliciously.
Sam's eyes light up at the threat, "You wouldn't?".
"Oh, but I already did".
Dean eyes turn to slits, "Did".
"Yes, you didn't think I was just playing hide and seek earlier did you. Oh no Dean, I was finishing the summoning. In fact, I've brought your first prey back. He tells me he doesn't like you very much. Especially you Sam", he expresses keenly.
Sam perks up and his eyes move back to the shadows. Another person exit's the dark cloak causing Sam to gasp in horror. Dean slowly places his gun to his side in shock, also watching as the body becomes visible.
Gordon Walker.
Sam wakes up suddenly, an audible gasp coming from his mouth. He breathes heavily for several seconds, the vision having weakened him even in sleep. Dean turns over in his own bed the noise having alerted him.
"What, what, what's going on? Sammy? Something happen?", he mumbles, his voice still thick. He rubs at his eyes and groans to himself, reaching out for the bedside lamp. Sam draws back from the brightness but he remains on his sleeping grounds. Dean sits up slowly, his eyes finding Sam's face, "I heard you gasp, did you have a nightmare?".
Sam pinches the skin on his temple, feeling a headache creeping on. He puts his forearm across his eyes, shading them from the beam emitting from the lamp. Dean notices and switches it off bringing the room to darkness once more. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs softly, "It was, wasn't it. What did you see?".
Sam nods defeated, "Yeah. It wasn't good".
"Are they ever", Dean utters cynically, swinging his legs over the bed's side. He sits properly, crossing his arms in await of Sam's description of the vision.
Sam sighs again and mimics Dean's position before continuing, "Take in mind that these usually come true, ok".
"Yeah", Dean replies curiously.
"Ok. Well, I hate to say this, but me and you were hunting in my vision".
"That's nothing new Sam", Dean mutters almost comically.
"I know that but it's who we were hunting. You mightn't like this but it seems that Trickster tricked us last time".
"Trickster, that jackass who tried to kill us in the school theatre". Sam nods in response. "We sent his ass to hell!", Dean exclaims, remembering how he had practically driven a 'stake' through his chest.
"That was a trick. We never killed him Dean. He's back killing again and he's after us".
"Son of a Bitch!", Dean erupts, "So what, he materialised his clone to fool us and now he wants us dead. God I'm gonna slaughter him for real this time".
"He's not the only one we need to kill", Sam murmurs, a look of incredulity in his eyes.
"Who's he rounded up?".
Sam's gaze turns disconcerted as his lips form a line. "Sam?", Dean's tone turns slightly demanding but concerned at the same time.
"Gordon Walker".
Dean looks at him in shock, his eyes a sign of confusion, "What?".
"You heard me right Dean".
"No way Sam. Now I know you killed that bastard, you ripped his freaking head off. That's not possible".
"It is when he's brought back to life. Trickster used some sort of incantation to summon him. Apparently he's not the only one either, more from our past will come back too".
Sam waits anxiously for Dean's response. "More from our past. You mean like, the demons, ghosts, everything that we've killed!", he states rather than asks, trying to get his head around the whole situation.
"That's what he says. Man, if Trickster goes through with this than we're going to be literally fighting all of hell".
Dean grits his teeth in anger and stands up, "We have to find him. Where were we in your vision?".
"In some warehouse I think. I don't know where but I'm pretty sure he's here already. We should check for strange killings. We need to try to stop him fast or we might be too late", Sam replies, already pulling on his nearby jeans.
"Damn right we do. Let me shower first, I won't take long", Dean says, grabbing a nearby towel and heading for the bathroom. He halts just as he gets to the doorway, "Eh Sam, how did the vision end?", he asks, a sense of anxiety in his voice.
Sam looks at him briefly, "Gordon walked in and it ended".
"So he didn't try to kill us? Or you?".
Sam concentrates on his belt, locking the buckle in, "I don't know".
The room fills with an awkward silence. Sam looks up and meets Dean's apprehensive look. "Ok. We need to make sure he doesn't come back. We've had enough problems with him already", Dean states, entering the lavatory.
"Yeah", Sam says to himself, an uneasy look in his eyes.
There you have it. Keep or trash, again it's up to you. Thanks for reading and please review. ;)