Sorry it took a while to update, I'm a college student and it was a crazy busy week with the Thanksgiving Holiday coming up. Note: Someone drops the F-Bomb in here. Please don't get offended. PLEASE REVIEW! and i don't own anyone except Elizabeth. She's my view own creation. THanks!

"I'm really trying to have a good time here," Gabe said. Elizabeth looked up at the bar to see the clone he had created flirting with an attractive young lady.

"I see that," she said.

"Well cheer up Missy. That's what this all is…that mean John Winchester pissed you off and now your letting it get to you. Come on. Have some fun. You know…I was thinking we head over to Yellowstone and see if we could do a Yogi Bear prank on some poor soul." Elizabeth stiffened up.

"Oh my gosh," she said, "John Winchester."

"Forget about him…you worry me because it's like a repeat of Luke."

"No…no…John Winchester," she nodded," He just walked through the door." Gabe turned to look behind him at the door.

"Shit," he breathed.

"They know there's a trickster," she said.

"You read his mind?"

"Methods don't matter, how to we get out of this?"

"The same way we get out every other time," Gabe said.

2 hours later….

"Is that your friend at the bar?" the young dark hair girl asked. John looked up from his papers and looked in the direction of the bar. Bobby sat there talking in Japanese to a pretty Japanese girl who was dressed like a Native American.

"Yeah…yeah he's with me," John sighed.

"He speaks perfect Japanese," the girl said.

"Yeah…he was stationed there for a while in 'Nam. He was a code breaker. He's actually pretty fluent in a lot of things," John grinned.

"What are you doing?" she nodded to his papers.

"Getting caught up on the news."

"Are you one of them?" she whispered.

"One of who?"

"Hunters? I know a few…they come around every now and then," she whispered. John nervously glanced around the bar back at Bobby. He then turned back to the girl. "You have the look…and only hunters sit alone at a bar with their newspapers drinking whiskey. Your wedding band…it's also silver. People who walk around with silver and have that look…75% to 89% sure they are hunters." John glanced down at his ring…he never realized it was silver. Mary had insisted they'd been silver.

"Silver Fox!" a voice called from the crowd. She turned to look up at a dark haired man. "What are you doing?"

"Chatting."

"Well we gotta get home," the man said. She smiled looking back at John.

"Big Brothers, oh so protective. Good luck with your…business," she said.

"Thank you," John nodded. He watched the siblings exit the bar. Deciding he needed to get back to the boys. He'd asked a young teenage girl who was working the front desk to babysit for him. He went up to the bar and told the tender he wanted to pay for his tab. Reaching into his back pocket he searched for his wallet. He pulled out Bobby's. Bobby who was standing next to him saw this and immediately felt around in his back pocket.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bobby asked.

"I swear I don't know how this got there," John said. Bobby attempted to keep his cool. He turned to the tiny Asian girl and politely told her goodnight as he snatched his wallet from John. They both headed out to the parking lot in awkward silence. John stopped grabbing Bobby by the shoulders.

"My tires," he said. All four were slashed. John walked around the car and stopped picking up a knife. Bobby tilted his head.

"That's my knife," he said.

"You slashed my tires? "

"No, idjit, did you take my wallet?"

"No."

"So…it was our trickster," Bobby wisely said. John stopped for a moment and nodded. It made sense. John sighed and opened the trunk. He only had one spare. "Guess we're walking back to the hotel huh?"

Next Day…Yellowstone. I

John and Bobby were casually strolling through the woods. It's were several people claimed the strange events had happened.

"So…I'm confused," John said, "I get that were looking for a trickster, but what exactly are we looking for." He turned to Bobby. The man scratched his beard.

"A trickster," he answered.

"That's not what I meant. How do we find it?"

"I'm not quite sure. They like sweets, and playing tricks on people," Bobby answered.

"Then how do we know what were looking for?" John inquired.

"Well know when we find it," he answered. Off in the distance came a scream. The men looked at each other before running off. They came upon a man and a woman who were photographing the winter scene. They were yelling at the large grizzly that was wearing a green hat and tie. The men stopped and stared for a moment.

Off in the distance, watching the scene play out….

"I'm really sorry Gabe, but this isn't as good as you made it sound."

"Yeah," Gabe sighed looking over at his sister," Don't you hate when you have a really great idea and then when you bring it to life it really sucks." Elizabeth nodded.

"Remember last time this happened?" She asked?

Flashback….

Elizabeth sat at the vanity in her cabin. She was carefully styling her hair. She wore a light blue dress with diamond earing and a necklace to match. Her door suddenly opened as Gabriel stepped in. He was wearing fine suit, his hat in hand.

"What did you do?" she asked looking at him through the mirror. He slammed his hand against the door and turned to face her.

"Dear Sister what makes you think I've done anything?" he smiled.

"How many years have we known each other? I can read you like a book, what did you do?" Gabe smiled, shaking his finger at her he searched for the words.

"You know, I'm so glad that the Grecian hairstyle has come back. You always looked so good in the Grecian style." Standing, Elizabeth walked over to a chest and pulled out an arch-angel sword. She smiled holding it up.

"Gabriel," she began," Father made us different didn't he?" Gabriel nodded. "How so?" she asked.

"We don't need vessels, he likened us to look like men, well woman in your case, so that we could appear to the humans and convey his messages," he nervously answered.

"And what's this?"

"Your heavenly angel sword. Only an angel can harm another angel. And only one of those swords will leave a mark upon an angel were it cut it," Gabriel quietly said. Elizabeth walked up slowly to him and placed the blade at his groin.

"Brother I know how much you love the ladies, and I would love to see you grow that back. So tell me what you did, or I'll make you like father made the rest of our siblings," she breathed. Gabriel gulped quickly.

"Remember how I doubted that the ship was really unsinkable?" he nervously asked. Elizabeth's face fell. "I thought how much damage could an iceberg do? And so…I made an iceberg appear and…well…I was right, this ship is sinkable."

Back to the present…

"So I sank the Titanic, it was a really good idea at the time I just wanted to see if it would really sink," he sneered, "Besides we enjoyed a lovely vacation in Australia afterwards."

"I thought about how we were on the ship one second then relaxing in the outback the next while all those people were drowning," she snapped.

"I felt bad about it," he said. "It was just an idea that didn't work out."

John and Bobby's situation…

"Run," John said to the young couple, "Just get in your car and run. Get as far away as you can" Bobby stood slack jawed at the bear in front of them. He stood on its hind legs and looked down at the men.

"Ahh…got a pic-a-nic basket?" he spoke. Bobby looked at john with his jaw still hanging open. John grabbed the shot gun from Bobby and opened fire. He shot four rounds into the bear skull for good measure. Pulling a steak out of his back pocket he stabbed it in the heart for good measure. He turned back to Bobby who was still in shock.

"You ok?" he asked.

"You killed fucking Yogi Bear," he managed to say. John rolled his eyes.

" I killed something freaky," he replied. Bobby walked over and looked down at the dead animal.

"What do you think a taxidermist would say if we took this in?" he asked. John looked at him like he was a fool. "What, you would love to tell you kids you killed Yogi Bear?" Off in the distance they heard people approaching. John motioned for them to split up. The picked separate trees to hide in. A coyote and a grey fox trotted up to the dead bear and then…the turned into the two native American from the bar last night.

"Someone killed your bear, Coyote."

"Hunters," Coyote frowned. "You know what this means, time to get moving. Where would you like to go Silver Fox."

"I'm sure you have someplace nice in mind?" there was a rustle from behind. "I don't think were alone." With a motion of her hand the bear disappeared and bobby appeared. "Hunters," she smiled. "What shall we do to him?"

"What do you think sounds good? Bears? Snakes? Oh…giant bird? Dinosaur?" Coyote smiled. Silver Fox laughed as another rustle was made. She turned just in time as John lounged the stake through her heart. She stared at him for a moment before turning to look at Coyote. As she fell to the ground the blood trickled down the corner of her mouth. Running over, Coyote kneeled over Silver Fox in shock. Quickly making his move, Bobby lodged his steak through his back and into his heart. The man looked up at john as the blood trickled out his mouth as well. He fell over on top of the woman's body. John kneeled down and felt for a pulse.

"They're dead," he whispered.

"Let's go before someone finds us here with 'em," Bobby said as he began jogging back to the truck. John looked over the bodies once more then followed.

Off in the distance, watching the scene play out….

"Think we made that too easy?" Elizabeth asked. She watched the impala head off back in the direction of town. Gabriel shrugged and shook his head.

"They haven't been hunting very long, I mean…someday they might look back on this and say 'I wish that easy again' but I think it was somewhat believable." Elizabeth nodded.

"Do me a favor," she said, "In the future, stay away from cartoons? They don't seem to go over well." Gabriel frowned.

"But I have a really great idea using the Hulk."

Next day Bobby's house….

"Daddy," Dean yelled," Sammy won't give me my GI JOE!" John sigh looking up from his book.

"Dean how did Sam get the GI JOE?" John asked.

"I don't know," Dean obviously lied. John sighed and put the book down. He reached over and picked Sammy up. Prying the GI Joe from his hands he handed it back to Dean. Sam immediately began crying.

"Don't let me see him with it again," he told Dean, "Our you'll be getting it. Understand?"

"Yes sir," Dean pouted. John put Sammy's coat and boots on and headed outside. He opened up the impala and cranked the car getting some heat going. Sammy continued to cry.

"Shh," John said, "You're not big enough to play with the doll yet." He gently rocked the baby. Sammy quieted down a bit and grabbed the steering wheel. He laughed and babbled. John flipped his visor down and pulled out a picture of him and Mary standing in front of their house in Lawrence.

"Look Sammy," he said, "It's mommy…do you remember her?" Sammy looked at the picture and grabbed for it still babbling. "No…you don't do you? And you never will…you'll never see that pretty smile…or hear the semi annoying laugh…you'll miss out on so much…" he put the picture back and turned Sammy to look at him face to face.

"Daaadaaa," giggled Sammy as he began playing with his beard.

"What'd you say buddy?"

"Daaadaa,"Sammy giggled. John smiled.

"That's right, I'm Dada." There came a knock on the window. John jumped spoking Sammy. He began to cry again. The door opened and Elizabeth leaned in.

"Why are you sitting in the car holding the baby?" she casually asked. John looked her over.

"where did you come from?" he asked.

"Thin air," she sarcastically answered. "What are you doing?"

"Bonding with my son."

"Right," she nodded.

"LIZZIE!" Dean yelled from the porch. He ran out in his snow boats without a coat on. She caught him and twirled him around.

"Hey kiddo, miss me?" she asked.

"I sure did," he laughed hugging her.

"Dean where's your coat?" John yelled. "You must really be asking for it today. I'm gonna whoop your hide yet." Dean jumped out of Lizzie's arms and back into the house.

"I'll protect you!" she yelled at him. She turned back to John. "He's just excited to see me." John frowned.

"He doesn't need to be getting sick," John said.

"And Sammy doesn't need to be out in the cold even if he does have a coat on."

"That's why we're sitting in the car," john defended. Lizzie rolled her eyes and picked up the bag she had dropped while picking up dean.

"I'm going in," she said.

"Wait," John called.

"What?"

"C'mere." She rolled her eyes again and headed over to the impala. John motioned her close.

"What?" she asked. John leaned forward and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"I'm sorry about what happened. And I'm glad your back," he quietly said. Lizzie nodded and returned to the house.

"Daadaa," Sammy said. John smiled at his youngest.

"That's right, I'm Dada."