Hi! So this site has been a pain in the butt and it's giving me a hard time. I'm getting reviews for chapter four, but haven't even gotten an email for chapter five and here I am posting chapter six, which I probably will never get an email about which means (I think) that no one else is getting an email about either. Sigh I hope they fix this site soon. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
I know this one is short, but it's a necessary chapter of explanation and revelation and I plan on writing and posting the next chapter today or tomorrow. So, not too long a wait, I hope. :)
Dean and Sam both turned at the new voice, though Sam kept the moving to a minimum since he had just come back from the dead. Again. And he was feeling it too. His head pounded, while he struggled to focus on the newcomer.
Short. That was the first thing Sam noticed. Blonde, hair a little long (even by Sam's floppy-haired standards), wearing a purple suit of all things.
"Who are you?" Dean snarled, sliding protectively in front of Sam, though Sam clung to him in an attempt to stay upright.
The man grinned nastily and instantly Sam knew that despite appearances, this guy meant trouble.
Apparently, Dean got the vibe too, because he started reaching for the knife he always kept in his boot.
"Just someone lookin' for a little bit of fun."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "None to be found here." A smirk pulled at Dean's lips and he just couldn't help himself. "The doofus convention is 50 miles that way."
Sam pushed him slightly. Dean, don't antagonize the strange man. And that was a really lame joke.
"Oh, I disagree, Dean Winchester. You and Sam are so much fun."
Dean tensed at the use of their names.
"You see, your brother has some interesting abilities that I decided to come and take a look at personally. And, unfortunately for you, Sammy, I'm afraid you've been deemed a danger to my fine self and thus, must be...hmm...how to say it...terminated."
Sam stared at him, even as Dean growled angrily.
Is this guy for real? He wondered incredulously. This is retarded. At least the Yellow-eyed Demon could be frightening. This guy's just ridiculous.
"Though...I suppose it was unfortunate for your dear ol' dad too, wasn't it, Sam?"
That caused both Winchesters to freeze.
"What?" Sam's voice was shaky and weak, but fury and horror were still clear and firm.
"Well, I meant for that creature to go after you. I managed to interrupt your wonderful little power boost so the creature could just jump at you and claw you to pieces, but then your dad just had to get in the way." He heaved a fake sigh. "You Winchesters. Always insist on sacrificing yourselves for each other. It's rather sickening, actually."
Dean threw Sam a guilty looking glance over his shoulder.
Sam offered him a very sad, weak smile, silently offering his forgiveness.
His older brother gripped his shoulder hard, then turned to face the man again.
"But never let it be said that I can't go with the flow, roll with the punches! I decided that this was even better to work with. Considering how strongly you two feel about your father and some of the controversy the old man managed to stir up, it was the perfect opportunity. All I had to do was sit back and watch as you two tore yourselves apart. When you caused that big fight, Dean, I knew I had read you two right and I knew that everything was going according to plan: Sam was vulnerable."
...
Fury built in Dean's chest.
He couldn't even decide who he was ultimately angry at.
The...whatever he was who had tricked them into all of this mess or himself for playing right into his (its?) hands.
I'm so sorry, Sammy.
...
Sam wasn't sure he had ever felt so tired.
Everything was about him.
Everything seemed to be about his powers, his ability, his future, the threat he supposedly posed to any and all evil.
I just...I just want everyone I love to be safe.
"But of course, you two have to make me work at this. Dean just had to feel guilty and had to follow his brother and of course came to his rescue."
Finally, Sam ground out, "Who are you?"
The man laughed. "You don't know? I'm kinda insulted Sam. I thought you knew everything. I'm a trickster, of course."
Dean traded a look with Sam, the same thought going through both of their heads. Oh crap.
The trickster sighed again, then shrugged. "No matter. This could potentially be even more fun. Third time's the charm is it not?"
The trickster grinned widely. "Let's play a new game, shall we?" and snapped his fingers.