Sooooooo... I am really sorry about how this is months late, but I was just really busy and kind of forgot about this for a while. But new chapters will be coming up sooner from now on okay? So i hope that you enjoy.!

"So… If we want to find Dean we got find this thing?" Sam asked, skimming a chapter on tricksters. "Well, another name for him is Loki. That's useful, right? Oh, and he's a huge sweet tooth."

"Great, let's just set some chocolate cake on our doormat and wait until he shows up," Matt said sardonically.

"Mathew!" Bobby exclaimed. "We don't need that kind of attitude."

"Fine."

After a day of researching through hundreds of books, which Sam and Matt tracked down at the library, they have little more than what they started out with. Another person dies.

"What's the cause of death, Bobby?" Matt asks, genuinely concerned. Sam actually shows surprise at how his facial expressions can change so quickly. The tight jaw line and the putrid look in his eyes are replaced with sorrow and remorse. "We should have moved faster!" His face clouds with anger. "We cannot let anyone else die, Bobby."

"I know, kid. Let's go look at the crime scene," Bobby answers calmly.

"Alright."

After they returned from the crime scene, Matt seemed weird. He paced and clenched his hands too much. His face showed pure rage, even deep in his eyes that seemed so pure a few hours before. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Sam just couldn't figure out what was bothering Matt so much. He must have dealt with things like this before if he was a hunter.

The young girl drove most of the next day, sleeping in her truck and only stopping enough to use the restroom and fill up on gas. She wasn't eating, and she didn't even feel hungry. She tried her brother's cell phone every few hours but he never answered her voicemails.

"I can't believe his childishness!" she said to the empty space of the truck. "How could he leave me like this!?" Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision.

Dean sat in the clustered room alone. The man had not returned for what seemed like days. Although, it couldn't have been for days, Dean thought. He hadn't needed to eat, drink, or sleep within that time, which made him wonder where he was exactly. Obviously he wasn't the last piece of the puzzle as the Trickster had said because he hadn't returned. Bitterness overwhelmed Dean. He just wanted to save his brother. He just wanted to save his brother. Really, he just wanted to save his brother. His father had warned him about Sammy's imminent peril, but Dean refused to believe that he couldn't save him. He didn't want to trust the Trickster either though.

That night Matt's dreams taunted him with images of his little sister and his family. All he wanted was to protect his family, that's why he started hunting. He couldn't protect the family that he cared so much for. A knock on his door awoke him.

"Who is it?" Matt yelled hoarsely. Dried tears lined his face, reminding him of the dreams.

"It's Sam," came the muffled reply from the other side of the door.

Matt stumbled out of his bed and unlocked the door: "What do you want?"

"I just want to talk, honest," Sam answered.

"In the middle of the night?"

"Yeah."

Matt led Sam into the small hotel room, flipped on the light switch and sat down on the edge of his bed. He hoped that he didn't look like he'd been crying all night, but deep down knew that Sam was too good a judge of character to miss the blood shot eyes and the dried tears.

"So…" Matt started, uncertain what this meeting would hold.

"I just wanted to ask you if your head's really in the game here," Sam stated.

"What do you mean?" Matt answered back. What was Sam insinuating?

"I mean, one minute you're all this is my hunt. I can handle it. We have to keep moving. The next minute you're torn apart and slowing us down."

"Slowing you down! Open your eyes. The only thing slowing you down is this Trickster thing. Nothing we do will catch it. Don't you understand? It's destiny!" Matt raised his voice.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked confused. How would Matt know what is or is not destiny?

"An angel by the name of Gabriel warned me about a Trickster, how it would speed up destiny and rearrange it so that everything good on Earth would be saved, but in order to do that the world must first be destroyed," Matt stammered, "I want to stop it. I need to stop it. I've never thought of something so much as this."

"Why wouldn't you tell us this?" Sam asked accusingly.

"Because it doesn't affect you. You're good people. You must be." Matt's voice quieted.

"How do you know that?"

"You're doing everything you can to save your brother! Even though you must have noticed that there is little progress being made. You still continue to search."

The deadly silence was oppressed by the ringing of Matt's cellphone. He paused for a moment before answering it.

"Mr. Epps," a female voice echoed from the phone.

"This is he," Matt answered.

"It's about Angel Baker. She was in a car accident earlier this evening and you were listed as her emergency contact," the woman's voice was smooth and professional.

"Where is she!?" Matt basically shouted into the phone.

"Here at the community hospital in Angola Indiana. She's in the Emergency Care right now."

"I'll be there in a few hours," Matt answered hanging up.

"She might not…" the woman's voice sounded before it went dead.

"I need to leave, now!" Matt shouted to Sam as he headed out to the truck. "Just tell Bobby that I need to see Angel. He'll explain everything to you."

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