Sam warily watched as the Dean thing sat at the room's small table reading a book which had appeared out of nowhere less than an hour earlier. It had been three days since the incident with Ruby, and Bobby was due at any moment. He knew that he wouldn't be able to contain the thing that wore his brother's skin and claimed to be his brother if it didn't want him to, and nor would Bobby. That had been clearly illustrated the night before when the creature who had called himself Michael had vanished for some time and returned looking a bit worse for wear with a look of almost grim satisfaction on his face. In fact, it was more him who was trapped here, as he'd rather quickly learned when he'd tried to duck out the instant the thing that wore Dean's face was gone.
The withdrawl from the lack of blood from Ruby was becoming completely unbearable. He'd tried letting Ruby who'd turned up soon after the creature that had claimed it was an angel had left into the room the night before, but he'd soon learned that just as he could not leave nor could she enter. When he tried to discuss the reason behind why he was stuck inside the room and she outside, he was promptly interrupted by a high pitched shrieking noise which caused him to stop speaking and covering his ears. All other subsequent attempts at communication were soon shut down in an identical manner.
Ruby eventually left before the creature could return and kill her as it had attempted to do days before. She left just in time apparently, because the creature showed up less than two minutes after she departed. The creature which had pretty much given up all pretense of being human after telling him that it was Dean and that it had been Dean all along.
"Dean" was currently snacking on a slice of pie which he had summoned from nowhere like that Trickster had done with candybars as he read, the first food he'd seen it eat since the carrot sticks. He was beginning to think that the creature was a Trickster, but he honestly couldn't see what the game was seeing as nobody was dying in a humorously ironic manner. If it was hoping to get him to believe it was Dean so it could produce his brother who'd been held captive for who knew how long and laugh in his face, it was going about it in the wrong manner.
A knock at the door pulled Sam out of his dark musings on the nature of the thing that wore Dean's face. Crossing the room to answer the door, he found Bobby on the other side. Or, someone who looked and sounded like Bobby at the very least.
"Hi Bobby." the creature said, giving a vague wave and providing further proof that this wasn't Dean.
"What did you idjits get into this time?" Bobby asked as he entered the room, carefully stepping over the salt line in order to not disturb it as he did so.
"I'm sure Sam told you when he called you from the bathroom earlier, though his assessment of myself and the situation was somewhat inaccurate and highly colored by emotion." the creature said as he closed his book which looked to have been written in Latin before Sam could open his mouth.
"So, what are you?" Bobby asked, eying him shrewdly, attempting to gather information in order to form a plan of action.
"Would you believe Dean Winchester?" the creature asked.
Bobby's expression seemed to be answer enough.
"Believe it or not, for the last thirty years and change since my conception I was Dean Winchester." the creature said, looking Bobby square in the eye. "Before that however, I was something else entirely."
"And, what was that?" Bobby asked despite the fact that he'd gotten the answer from Sam.
"Remember Castiel?" the creature asked. "I used to outrank him. Still do in fact."
"So, you're a..." Bobby said, pointing heavenward.
"Yes." the creature replied.
"Why should I believe you?" Bobby asked.
It was at that point that a familiar face appeared.
"Knock. Knock." the Trickster who'd preyed on a college campus and later haunted a mystery spot, repeatedly killing Dean said.
"Not now Gabriel." the creature said, sounding slightly annoyed.
"I knew it, you're a goddamn Trickster!" Sam snarled.
"No I'm not!" the creature snarled.
"It's a bit bare in here, why don't we take this conversation somewhere else?" the Trickster said before snapping his fingers and transporting the four occupants of the motel room to a jungle somewhere.
"Gabriel, you're so not helping the situation." the creature said.
"Trickster, remember?" the Trickster replied.
"Runaway archangel who's gonna get his ass whooped again more like." the creature replied.
"You tell your pet Sammy what you did to his demon girlfriend yet?" the Trickster asked, smirking over the fact that he'd apparently scored a hit based on the not-Dean creature's reaction.
"What did he do to Ruby?" Sam asked.
"Thanks alot Gabriel, I'd been planning on breaking it to him gently." the creature snarled.
"I live to serve." the Trickster replied, snapping a candy bar into existence.
"What did you do to Ruby?"
"She's gone Sammy." the creature replied sounding sorrier over the fact that Sam had to find out than he was over Ruby's death.
"You killed her!" he yelled, stunned and disbelieving.
"John told me to protect you, and I spent a lifetime doing just that." the creature replied. "I wasn't about to let some demon drag you into addiction so she could deliver you to Lilith and use you to free Lucy from the pit."
"Well, look who's all grown up and feeling rebellious." the Trickster said, looking rather amused though there was a dark look in his eyes which belied his amusement. "I wouldn't have thought it of you of all people. The eternally obedient son."
"Things change." the creature said with a shrug and a look that was more challenging than nonchalant.
"The question is how much?" the Trickster said equally challengingly.
"Like I'm gonna discuss this with a runaway who couldn't hack Sunday dinner." the creature said coldly.
