Author's note- Can I tell you guys something? I saw the new Pepsi Max commercial today, and I almost started crying. The wound is still really fresh after all this time. Anyways, a couple of people have commented on how they think that the chapters should be longer. I can do that if everyone wants, but it would mean less updates. Is everyone ok with that? Let me know.

"Where. The hell. Are we?" Emma asked in a whisper. There was supposed to be a walkway and a railing just outside her door. Behind that railing was supposed to be a parking lot, and after that, the other side of the motel.

Instead, there was a huge sand dune. Followed by sand, and then another sand dune, and another, and another. Emma slammed the door, waited a few seconds, and opened it again. The dunes were still there.

"Hmmm, I don't know exactly. Somewhere in the Sahara desert, I think. Maybe the Arabian. It really doesn't matter, does it? The point is, now you gotta stay here and listen to what I have to say."

Emma stared at him, too shocked to be angry. "How…how did you do this?"

The Trickster shrugged. "I am the Trickster after all. It's a lot of mumbo jumbo, wormholes, wibbily wobboly, timey wimey…stuff. It's all very complicated."

Emma was still staring at him, mouth slightly open. "Well. Take me back. Please?"

"I will, don't worry. But first you have to listen to me."

Emma cautiously moved to the chair besides the bed. Looking uncertain, she sat down. She stared at the Trickster. "All right then. What do you want to talk about?"

"Your brothers."

"Sam and Dean?"

The Trickster nodded. "Yep. Turns out, their a hot topic right now in the demon world right now. All of those sons of a bitches are really excited about something coming up."

Emma tensed. "What do you mean? What's coming up?"

The Trickster shook his head. "It's not important what it is exactly. My point in bringing you here is to tell you that you need to convince tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum that they can't let it happen."

Emma was confused. "How can I get them to not let it happen if I don't even know what it is?"

"Your brothers are all about the self sacrifice for the sake of family. Your whole family was. You guys live on it, at least, the ones who aren't already dead because of it do. And nothing good ever comes from it. Just pain and blood. Especially for those two. That's why you need to convince them to stop."

Emma shook her head. "First off, how am I supposed to just bring that up in conversation? Second, this would be a whole lot easier if you would just tell me what's going to happen. Third, and most importantly, why do you even care? You kill people for kicks. My family hunts things like you. You should be happy at the thought of my family dying."

The Trickster sighed. "You really don't get it do you? This is something much bigger than you and you're brothers family issues. You guys are going to have the entire world in your hands some day. And if you can stop your brothers from messing things up, then maybe everything I've seen in the future won't come true. And then we can all be happy, me messing with arrogant dicks, and you and your brothers trying desperately to win your dead daddy's approval by keeping the family business alive. And believe it or not, I do like you and your brothers. I meant that. Believe me, 'interesting' is a huge compliment coming from someone who's been around as long as I have."

Emma was silent. "Have you ever even met Dean?" She finally asked, ignoring the last part. "Because if you know us as well as you claim to, you would know that to Dean, family is everything. Out dad pounded it into all of our heads since we were babies that family and hunting were the only two things that really mattered in the world. And Dean… Dean has always thought of himself as having one job in the world, and that was protecting Sam and I. The point is, my brothers and I would go to the end of the world for each other. And that's not going to change, especially just because some demi-god- wannabe says it should."

The Trickster sighed. "Well, I guess you're just as stubborn as your brothers. Just wait though. You'll come around."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that that's for me to know, and you to find out." The Trickster gave a smirk and snapped his fingers.

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