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They met in an awkward situation when he was posing at a janitor in a campus where some supernatural beings had popped up.
He didn't know that he would have got interested too much in the younger Winchester, Sam the Moose. It was just a brief moment when his and Sam's eyes met then he knew he had got a like for the Gigantor.
However, what have to be done must be done.
"Please. Just... Please." Sam spoke breathlessly, staring at him with large hazel puppy eyes.
"I swear, it's like talking to a brick wall." He rolled his eyes in defeat. Brick wall, yeah, he had forgotten how stubborn Sam Winchester is.
"Okay, look. This has stopped being fun months ago." And he, the Trickster, hated the fun ended. "I'm over with it."
They stared at each other for a while before Sam spoke, "What does that mean?"
"That means for me to know and for you to find out." He then put an end to the conversation with a finger snap.
The next thing he got to see was Sam and Dean made their move out of the motel. The Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber were going to get out of his life, and he was glad about that, if not to say that he was too happy.
Or not.
During the next two years, the Trickster found himself stalking the life of Samuel Winchester almost everyday and everytime (except the meeting days with the other pagans). Watching him quarreling with his brother Dean, watching him going on the hunt for supernatural things, watching him sleeping in the motels, watching him eating in the diners along the road, watching him bathing in the bathroom of the motels (okay, this has gone too far) had become his daily routine. Somethings had lured him to come back watching Sam, even though, he had to admitted that sometimes, he didn't want. Especially when Samsquatch and his idiot brother got into trouble with whatever they hunted. He could have been stalking Sam Winchester while enjoying the life of a Trickster with long-legged ladies (those ladies are even higher than himself!), all kinds of sweets, drinks, vacations and deadly pranks.
Until Lucifer was sprung out of the Cage. By no one's hand but Sam's.
He had watched the angel Zachariah talking to Sam and Dean about their duty to play the role that destiny had given to them, as Lucifer's and Michael's vessel. He could swear that he really wanted to come and stab Zachariah right in the ass if he wasn't in a self-witness protecting project. However, he was the one that knew too well that the fight between Lucifer and Michael couldn't be evaded. And he wanted that fight to end as quick as it should. He only had one option then.
"We just, we need to talk to you. We need your help." The second time Sam Winchester looked at him with begging puppy eyes.
"Hmm, let me guess. You two muttonheads broke the world, and you want me to sweep up your mess." He replied in a mocking tone.
"Please." Sam continued with the puppy eyes. "Just five minutes. Hear us out."
He took in a breath, trying not to give in for that beg. The mocking tone came back as he wanted.
"Sure. Tell you what. Survive the next twenty four hours and we'll talk."
If he didn't jump in in time, Castiel might have told the Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber about his true identity. Shutting Castiel up with duct tape may not be a good idea but it was useful. He needed to erase Castiel's memory about this later.
"Play your roles... Out there!" He gestured towards the outside world, the real world. "Sam starring at Lucifer, Dean starring at Michael! Your celebrity death match! Play your roles!"
Sam stared at him with disgusted eyes, which made his stomach churn and made him regretted saying that.
"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches?" Sam spat at him. "We do that, the world will end."
For a moment, he felt that he shouldn't have spoken that out. He let out a sigh. His facial expression drops immediately.
"Yeah, you do that. The world will end." Smirking bitterly, he snapped his fingers and sent the Winchesters out of his 'little idiot box'.
"It always means for me to know and for you to find out." He smiled and vanished.
"Can't we all just get along?" He burst into the door, making everyone look at him.
"Trickster?" Sam gasped while Dean stared at him with a furious face. Maybe Dean was still angry at him for the Mystery Spot loop.
"Loki." The handsome pagan god spoke.
"Baldur." He replied coyly. Yeah, Loki the Trickster Norse God is his number one fake identity.
Baldur looked at him with half hearted welcome. "Why are you here?"
"To talk about the elephant in the room. Not you, Ganesh." He pointed a finger at the Hindu pagan god to stop an incoming conflict then turned to Baldur. "The Apocalypse. We can't stop it, gang."
"There must be a way." Sam spoke, hope filling his voice. "There must be a way to stop Lucifer!"
"Oh yeah? Tell me what can we do? Jump at him and tell him to stop the Apocalypse?" He almost yelled at Sam. Sam knew nothing about Lucifer.
"We can kill him... With, with an angel blade!" Sam breathed out, didn't even know what he had just said. "Dean and I had holy oil! We can trap him here and call Castiel for help!"
For a moment they stared, not knowing anything to say. Slowly, his lips curled into a smile.
"I know there is something in you, Sam. Forever fighting, huh?" He chuckled and pulled out a shiny blade from his coat.
Everyone in the room gasped hard.
"Archangel Blade?" Dean looked at him with disbelief.
"Yeah, stolen from one of the douchebags long ago. Don't even remember his name." Loki twisted the blade in his hand. It had been quite a long time before he got hold of the blade. "Now, if you guys would please, I need you all leave this hotel as fast as possible."
"For what? We got an Archangel Blade here, we can surely kill Lucifer!" The older Winchester squeaked with relief and happiness.
"No, stupid. If you stay here, Lucifer will turn you all into finger paints while taking Sam as his vessel." He glared at Dean. "I know you are eager to see Lucifer's death. But I don't think it would go your way, boys." He then turned to smile at Sam and handed him a DVD. "Guard this with your life. Now all of you go out of here! Now!"
Lucifer came as he expected, bold as a tiger and looked as if he could eat anyone in his sight alive.
"Gabriel, really? I mean I knew you're slumming but... I hope you didn't catch anything..." A derisive mock from Lucifer.
"Lucifer, you are my brother. And I love you." He pointed the tip of the blade at the fallen Archangel in a threatening way. "But you, you are a Great. Big. Bag of Dicks!"
"Wait, what did you just say to me?" Lucifer pointed at himself, voice dark with threatening.
"Look at yourself!" He spat. "Boo hoo. Daddy was mean to me so I'm gonna smash up all his toys!"
"Watch your tongue..." Now this was a real dangerous threaten from Lucifer.
"Play the victim all you want, but you and me? We know the truth. Dad loves you best, more than Michael, more than me." Loki, or exactly Archangel Gabriel, was playing coy. "Then he brought a new baby home and you just, couldn't handle it."
Lucifer huffed in amusedly anger.
"So all this, is just a great big temper tantrum." Gabriel continued, not even care about Lucifer's reaction. "Time to grow up."
Still, Lucifer overwhelmed him. Or overwhelmed his fake conjured image.
It was hurt to watch his copy being stabbed through the heart by Lucifer with a fake Archangel Blade (made from diet orange slice can) even though he wasn't stabbed.
He had played a good part, he guessed. Playing coy, hiding his true identity to the Winchester, putting on an impossibly good scene of his death. Now he could return to his own adventure, let Sam and Dean figure out their way to trap Lucifer in the Case Erotica DVD and yeah, sit back and watch everything happen the way he wanted it to be.
If it hadn't been for Sam's goddamn decision to come down to hell to save Dean, Gabriel could continue hiding again. Maybe, he was wrong from the very beginning.