Author's/Note: I know I shouldn't be posting any more stories but I promise that I am working on The Little Things and will be returning to Breaking 13 and The Fix. It just might take me a while to catch up because I need to write more for each; not that that's going to be at all difficult. The muse is behaving and I've got a good flow going so keep watching this space and enjoy my new story!

Prologue

It was far to damn quiet in the warehouse, especially one that was supposed to be housing a trickster or djinn! He'd been tracking it for months now and he still couldn't get a handle on what it was; all he knew was that it had caused a lot of trouble. No one else would go near it... but Dean, well he did jobs that other hunters feared to do.

"Come out you son of a bitch! I know you're in here!" he shouted, his voice echoed through the dark. Dean levelled his sawn off and prepared to be answered

"Oh Dean, Dean, Dean" came the male voice from somewhere behind him. He turned sharply and fired on instinct but as soon as he'd squeezed the trigger his shotgun turned into a bouquet of flowers "You should be careful, Dean! You almost shot me"

"That was the general idea you evil son of bitch" hissed Dean at the floppy haired teenage boy standing there like he owned the place

"Why? What did I ever do to you?" the kid smirked before turning left to right "Do you like the outfit? I'm wearing your brother Sammy aged fourteen"

Dean's grip tightened on the flowers, the rose thorns dug into his palm but he ignored it. He was going to rip this bastard's lungs out

"I'm going to hurt you so much you'll beg for me to kill you" growled Dean through clenched teeth, he thought about going for the large bowie knife he had in an ankle holster but decided against it. He was going to get this bastard tied down before he started cutting him up. The not-Sam walked forward as he stuck his hands in his pockets

"Do you really want to do that? Especially when I have a proposition for you?" said not-Sam

"Like I'm going to listen to anything you have to say"

"Not even a few minutes for your little brother? Do you really hate him that much for leaving you all alone?"

"You're not my brother! He was just a baby... you'd have to do better than that" Dean sneered; the temptation to knife this bastard was unreal. Not-Sam bowed his head as he sighed before he looked back up at the hunter

"You're right. I should do better and I can" he told him "You killed my sister. We tricksters tend to be male but there are a few females out there... my sister was wise beyond her years and I loved her. You killed her seven months ago"

"And you want me to apologise? Is that what all those freak accidents were? Your calling card?"

"Something like that" nodded not-Sam "I knew you'd come because no one else has nothing to loose like you do. All those other hunters have friends, maybe some family tucked away somewhere but you. You have nothing... you're all alone. Just like me"

"I am nothing like you!" roared Dean, temptation breaking in him. He pulled out the knife and jammed it into the tricksters chest; it wasn't how to kill a tricksters but it did make Dean feel better

"I think you are, more than you know. You've killed so many of my kind and not just tricksters... there have been other things that live in the dark that you've destroyed. You hunt and kill monsters, not even noticing that you're becoming the biggest, vilest monster you've ever faced. You live in the dark just as much as us Dean Winchester and despite you butchering my sister I've decided to do you a favour"

"You try anything and I'll break through it, when I do I'm coming back and ripping you apart with my bare hands"

"Yeah, right. Sure you are" chuckled not-Sam dryly as he closed the distance and pressed his hand to Dean's head "Goodbye Dean, have a nice life"

Dean's vision swam, the warehouse shifting violently as his felt like it was burning from the inside out. His skull felt like it was melting and he briefly thought that his number was up; the world disappeared suddenly leaving only a warm, peaceful darkness.

The first thing Dean Winchester was aware of in his new life was that this was the comfiest place he'd ever woken up in. The mattress was so soft and the duvet was warm wrapped around him; he pressed his face into the pillow as he tried to remember how he'd ended up here and who he'd gotten lucky with. It had been a while since he'd slept with someone... not since he'd lost Bobby. It still stung to think about that old surly hunter and how alone he'd been.

"Dadda?" he felt someone shaking him and he rolled over to see a three year old girl with scruffy slept on pigtails kneeling next to him "I wan frui loops!"

"Go away kid, I'm not your dad" he mumbled as he flopped back down and tried to go back to sleep.

"Daaaadda!" whined the little girl as she resumed shaking him "Pwease!"

"Alright, alright!" snapped Dean as he tossed the blankets back and tried to force himself into complete lucidity "Where are your parents? Why are you bothering me? Wait... why are you in my hotel room?"

"Papa wen ta work" she announced

"And he left you with me? Wait..." he looked around, this was too cosy and nicely decorated to be a hotel room. There was a piece of paper resting on the pillow next to him

'Had to go to work early, give Emmie breakfast and I'll see you later for lunch. Cas x'

Dean groaned loudly and ignored the niggling feeling that something was extremely wrong. He suspected that Emmie was the little kid bugging him and he wondered why her mother put so much trust in a complete stranger.

"C'mon, kid, let's go make you breakfast" he grumbled, she bounced on the bed then threw up her arms at him

"Piggy ride!" she demanded. He scowled but lifted her up and swung her onto his back; she was lucky that she was so small and so light.

It was definitely not a motel he'd woken up in; this place was huge with a large solid dark wood staircase leading down to a wide hallway with several dark oak doors. Whoever owned this place must be loaded out the butt, thought Dean as he made his way down the stairs and started picking doors to find the kitchen.

"Good morning, Mr Dean" someone greeted him once he finally found the right door. Emmie wriggled down from his back and scurried across the floor to the sturdy table lit up by early morning light. There was a brown haired man cooking breakfast at a built in island in the centre of the kitchen. Everything in the room was modern, stylish and screamed money

"Uhh morning" he replied as he scratched his stomach

"Breakfast will be ready soon, sir" nodded the man, he was dressed in a white uniform and made Dean feel a little uncomfortable "Emmie, do you want fruitloops?"

"Yahuh mista Gabriel" Emmie answered solemnly then broke out into gap toothed grin as Gabriel left the pan he'd been manning and poured her cereal out for her then helped her pour the milk.

"Do you know where this kids' mom is so I can get out of here?" Dean inquired but all he got back was a confused look

"Mr Dean? Emmie doesn't have a mom... and I thought you weren't going into work today. Mr Cas said you'd be taking her to the zoo" Gabriel told him. Great, thought Dean, I have to babysit the kid. I've never had to look after a kid my entire life!

"Sure, okay" he nodded as he sat down at the table opposite Emmie. She didn't seem that bad and she was kinda cute with her dirty blonde hair and big green eyes.

Only seconds after he'd sat down a plate was put in front of him with a very big, fancy breakfast and Dean looked up in time just to see Gabriel scurrying back to the stove "Thanks, man"

"It's my job, Mr Dean" grinned Gabriel who winked at Emmie "Miss Emmie... would you like me to make you and your dadda a picnic to take with you to the zoo?"

"Yesh pwease, mista Gabriel!" she cried as she bounced in her seat, waving her milky spoon excitedly

"You got it, princess" he replied before he started pulling extra items out of the wide steel fridge "Mr Dean, do you want me to tell Uriel to prepare the car or will you be driving today?"

"I uhh I'll be driving"

"Very good, sir. I'll tell him to put Miss Emmie's booster seat in your favourite car" Dean blinked. Favourite car? Meaning he had more than one to have a preference? How on earth did I land this gig? Whoever this Cas person is, thought Dean, she must be disgustingly rich!

He didn't have to clean away the dishes but as soon as Emmie was done with her cereal she planted herself in his lap to wait for him

"I wanna wear deh pink dress taday, dadda"

"Sure thing, princess" he replied easily as he read through the paper. Something was tugging at his mind but he couldn't quite figure out what it was yet; he remembered the motel and cleaning his guns for a hunt but after that it was vague and hazy. Dean knew it would come back to him, he didn't feel like he was in immediate danger unless Gabriel, Emmie and the as of yet unseen Uriel were demons or shapeshifters or ghouls.

Dean carried Emmie up the stairs on his back, she wriggled and bounced the whole way up the stairs. Her room was at the end of the hall and he walked past the one he'd woken up in and a bathroom that was bigger than the motel he'd booked into a couple of days ago. Getting the little girl dressed was a nightmare and a half leaving him to again wonder what crazy bitch left their daughter in his hands?

The garage was like one of his favourite dreams, there were so many American classics nestled up next to his baby and Dean almost started drooling at the thought of taking some of these babies for a drive.

"Dadda, can we's take deh impala ta deh zoo?" Emmie asked as she tugged on his sleeve

"Sure, princess, but you should really stop calling me dadda. My name's Dean" he told her as he strapped her into the booster seat

"Nah uh, dat's wot papa calls ya. You my dadda" she giggled as she kicked her legs. Dean rolled his eyes and slid into the driver's seat "Now taa deh zoo!"

TBC...