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Sam watched as Skylar sat outside and talked with Loki, the old Trickster god having shown up early in the morning with news for her. "What's up?" Dean asked tiredly as he walked into the living room, having barely woken up.
"Nothing, Skylar's just out there talking with Loki." Sam said before turning his attention back to the newspaper on the coffee table, wanting to go back to seeing if there were any cases they needed to take care of.
"What do you mean, arranged marriage? This is the twenty-first century, in case you hadn't noticed! I can choose who I want to be with." Skylar growled as she got in her father's face.
The moment Loki had shown up Skylar had known things were off, since normally when he came to visit her he had a cheerful mood and a devious grin on his face.
This time he didn't even crack a smile.
"I keep your interest in mind with this, Theophilia. It is time to take matters more seriously." Loki said as his daughter scoffed, rolling her eyes at him.
"By marrying your little buddy Baldur, I'd rather go to hell." Skylar growled before storming off towards her Firebird.
"Theophilia Skylar." Loki bellowed warningly as the girl turned back to him with what could only be considered hatred.
Skylar flipped him off before getting into her Firebird and taking off, needing to get away for a bit and more importantly be away from her father.
"Okay, don't know what happened there." Dean stated as he watched Skylar take off in the Firebird and the Trickster god disappear moments later.
Skylar came back a little while later with a new companion for the day in her backseat, purposefully trying to spite her father now as she parked the Firebird behind the house so that Dean and Sam wouldn't come outside and interrupt.
Sam looked up when Skylar walked through the front door, wrinkling his nose at the smell of sex and alcohol on her person. "God Skylar, did you go to a strip club this early?" Sam asked teasingly before Skylar grabbed the nearest bottle of alcohol and downed it.
"Tell me Sammy, you're the bookworm. Anyway to sever your ties with your Trickster father?" Skylar asked as she sat down opposite him, Dean walking in covered in oil from spending part of the day working on his Impala.
"What? I don't know any ways Skylar. Why're you so mad at Loki?" Sam asked before Skylar took another swig of her beer, aware that both men in the room could probably smell the scent of sex and alcohol on her. She normally would have showered to remove it, but right now she wanted it just to spite Loki more.
"That bastard is trying to go old school on me. He arranged my marriage to a friend of his, Norse god by the name Baldur." Skylar revealed before taking another quick swig of the beer in her hand.
"God of Love, Light and Beauty Baldur?" Sam asked to make sure he had heard everything right, actually feeling like punching the man in the jaw.
Dean was thinking of doing a lot worse than just decking the Trickster god in the jaw. He was thinking of getting a stake covered in blood, shoving it in the man's heart, and then tearing him from limb to limb to scatter his remains around the world.
Oh god he was thinking like Skylar now.
"I'm not doing it though." Skylar spoke up, breaking Dean from his dark thoughts about the girl's father. "I told him I would sooner burn in hell." Skylar stated truthfully before finishing off the beer in her hand.
"Skylar." Sam growled at her choice of words to her father, since that could easily become a reality like it unfortunately might for their older brother.
"I'm not going to let him control my life." Skylar growled back before getting up to get another drink, making Sam think she was talking about Dean again for a second since they had a conversation much like this about Dean about once a year before she came back.
Dean felt a stone in the pit of his stomach over not only Skylar's words to her father, but the fact that she had said something much like that to him seven years previous.
After Skylar finished her second beer was when she revealed how she was going to purposefully keep spiting her father, which was why she smelled of alcohol and forced sex and Dean just wished she would take a shower, even indicating the bathroom for her.
Skylar watched as Bobby went outside, then seeing her Trickster father appear seconds later. "Oh that son of a bitch." Skylar grumbled and was close to grabbing a stake when Dean grabbed her and dragged her to the basement to keep her from killing her own father.
Dean had Skylar on their shared bed when the sound of a shot-gun going off earned a laugh from Skylar, glad Bobby didn't believe in forcing Skylar into marrying some random god. "You're dark for a women." Dean stated before realizing that Skylar might take that as a sexist comment.
"I would hit you, but my anger is for Loki right now." Skylar said before dawning a smirk, going into the bathroom quietly.
Dean sat uncomfortably on the bed, the tension in the air thick before wondering why the water was running so long. He went to check on Skylar, only to see her sticking her head under the water. "Skylar!" Dean snapped as he went and grabbed the girl, only to have the creation melt in his fingers.
"Yes?" Skylar asked as Dean turned back to see his Trickster sister kick the door closed, a malevolent smile on her lips.
"Skylar, don't start this stuff again." Dean warned before the girl advanced on him, close enough to were the scent of her body was strong against his senses, making him wish this girl would just get in the tub already.
"Don't start what stuff, Dean? I have no idea what you're talking about." Skylar whispered in his ear with her sweet little country girl accent, making Dean feel like that sounded familiar for some reason.
"Yes you do, and I am not in the mood for the prank stuff today." Dean growled back as Skylar could feel his breath against her skin, the tension in the room thicker than ever.
"Aw, but I wasn't trying to prank you, I was just trying to make you happy." Skylar purred back as Dean realized finally what Skylar was up to, wondering why he hadn't recognized this behavior right away.
Last time Skylar had acted this way with Dean was when she was fifteen, thinking it's funny to flirt with your older brother since she thought if she turned him on she would be capable of getting away with anything. At that time she wanted to go out on a date with a supposed hunk from down the hall of their hotel.
This time, he figured she wanted to get away with going after her Trickster father.
"It's not working, just to let you know. It didn't work when you were fifteen, it won't work now." Dean stated with a cocky smirk before trying not to yelp when Skylar pushed him back so he was sitting on the toilet seat, straddling his waist like a pro.
"Oh but it will work now, because I'm not the one doing the seduction." Skylar said before the door opened and in came the women from the day before that Skylar had made to try to trick him.
Dean tried not to crack a grin at the way the women was decked out in hunter lingerie, before mentally smacking himself for not seeing said women but a then eighteen year old doing a strip club dance.
"Here's the deal, you let me go after Loki, and I'll let you get your fill of her. You're happy, I'm happy. You get laid, I get to try to attempt and commit patricide." Skylar bargained as she got off of Dean at the feel of his definite appreciation of the creation behind her.
Dean thought about it for a moment before the women planted herself on his lap, dragging his hands to rest on her hips.
"So, we have a deal?" Skylar asked as she stood back, starting to regret her bargaining choice at the sight of how her creation was affecting Dean.
Dean ran a hand over his stubble for a second in thought before pushing the women off his lap. "No, we don't." Dean stated as he stood up, seeing the look of surprise in Skylar's eyes.
"You would willingly give up sleeping with a women who would do anything to you just to ensure I don't commit patricide?" Skylar questioned to make sure she was hearing everything clearly, watching as the women rubbed affectionately against her brother's side to see if Dean faltered.
"Yes, I would. Because I'm not going to let both of us go to hell." Dean growled before pushing the women away, watching as she vanished into thin air at Skylar's command.
"Well...that's...different." Skylar said before turning to go back into the bedroom, still beyond surprised at her brother's choice.
Dean fixed himself a bit before going back out into the basement, seeing Skylar stretched out on the bed staring up at the ceiling. "What are you doing?" Dean asked curiously as Skylar kept her gaze on the ceiling.
"Just thinking." Skylar grumbled before feeling the bed shift, turning her gaze to her Dean as he crossed his arms behind his head.
"What? Thinking of another way to try to seduce your brother into letting you go off on a Trickster rampage? Sorry, won't work." Dean stated with a confident smirk at her.
"The way you say that makes it sound like you think I want to get in your pants." Skylar alerted as she scooted away from Dean a bit, rolling over onto her side.
"Eh, maybe you do. I mean, I am a hunk." Dean stated with a cocky smirk as he flexed his muscles for emphasis, frowning when Skylar burst into laughter.
"Hunk of what? Steroid boosted muscle?" Skylar asked teasingly through her laughter before seeing the way Dean turned away from her.
"You know you love me." Dean stated with a cocky smirk as she rolled over onto his stomach, grabbing the pillow to pull under his head.
"Uh huh, okay." Skylar said before bumping her hip against Dean's, creating a TV across the room again and smiling as a horror movie began to play.
"Fine, I'll make you agree." Dean stated as Skylar kept her eyes on the movie, up until Dean had her pinned down to the bed, knees between her legs and holding her arms down.
"Get off." Skylar growled as she tried to get out of Dean's grip on her, seeing something in Dean's eyes that was unfamiliar to her.
"Make me." Dean growled back before seeing the change in demeanor in Skylar's features, knowing she could be one of the best actors ever if she wanted to due to her Trickster heritage.
"Fine." Skylar said with a shrug before pulling her arms free and using her flexibility to wrap her legs around Dean's waist, using her super-human strength to flip the position so Dean was on his back and Skylar on top of him, making Dean a bit uncomfortable with the way she was on his lap. "Oops, looks like I win." Skylar said with a cocky smirk before trying to untangle herself from Dean.
Before she even had a chance Dean flipped them over, looking down at the Trickster halfling with what could have easily been thought of as lust had no one known better.
Sam knocked a few times on the basement door before going down, wondering why the two were so quiet. He froze halfway down the stairs at the sight he saw on the bed. Skylar on her back, legs around Dean's waist and the older man's face very close to hers. "Uh..." Sam was at a loss of words since he truthfully did not know what was going on.
Faster than thought possible the two untangled themselves from one another and were on opposite sides of the room. "Don't you knock?" Dean questioned as he turned to Sam, who was still silent from what he had seen. He surely hoped that it didn't look as bad as he thought.
"Uh, I did." Sam stated once he could actually find the words to speak instead of letting his mind run on with what the two could possibly be doing. Back tracking on how Dean had been lately though, he had a feeling he knew what Dean was thinking though when hovering over Skylar.
"What's up Sammy? New hunt?" Skylar asked with what could be considered excitement.
"Uh, no. Was just going to see if you guys wanted to head in to town since Bobby wants some more beer." Sam said as Skylar rolled her eyes at her father's ways.
"Alright, I'll go for the beer run." Skylar said before heading for the stairs, going up missing two at a time.
"I'll go with her." Dean said before following after Skylar, aware of the confused stare from Sam and knowing his brother was probably trying to figure out what had been going on when he had Skylar pinned to the bed.
Skylar grimaced as she got into the Firebird, the scent of sweat, alcohol, and desperation still wafting from the back seat. She looked up when Dean got into the passenger seat. "What're you doing?" Skylar asked as she started the Firebird, smiling at the way the engine hummed since the car, even if she did bad things in the back of it, was still her's.
"What the hell is that smell?" Dean asked in response before seeing a pair of lacy red panties on the back seat. "You know what, forget I asked. I'm going with you since I need to pick up my brand of beer." Dean stated before Skylar began to pull out of the salvage yard.
"What, you don't like Bobby's stuff?" Skylar asked as she hit the pavement of the road and took off as usual, never one for wanting to go the speed limit unless there was a chance of being caught.
"I'd prefer something that doesn't taste like piss." Dean stated with a smirk at Skylar before she smacked him in the gut, keeping one hand on the wheel.
"Better watch it or I'll have a dog piss in your beer next time." Skylar warned as the older man scoffed at the threat.
"You don't have a dog." Dean reminded before Skylar's hand switched and a Rottweiler appeared in the backseat.
"What was that about not having a dog?" Skylar asked with a smirk before Dean sunk back in his seat, slightly regretting riding in the same car as the Trickster.
The two arrived in town and Dean went to buy the beer while Skylar went across the street to a tattoo parlor. "Hey, you're cute." Dean's ears perked up before turning to see a women buying hard lemonade with her friend.
Skylar looked over some of the tattoo designs curiously, wanting to add to her collection of two tattoo's. She was thinking of getting John's birth date and death date tattoo'd below Sammy's when Dean came in. "Hey, tell Sam I'll be back later." Dean said as Skylar looked past him to see a bleach blond and her brunette friend waiting across the street.
"Fine, I'm gonna get your dad's birth date and death date tattoo'd on my shoulder below Sammy's birthday anyways." Skylar said with a dismissive wave at the man before turning to the tattoo artist.
"Why?" Dean asked as he put down the bag of goodies from the liquor store.
"Cant a women get her adoptive father's name tattoo'd on her shoulder blade? Go fuck your little friends." Skylar said before the heavily tattoo'd man ushered her over to design the tattoo.
Dean frowned before shooing away the two girls, going inside and following Skylar over to the design table. "Hey, only customers can come back here." The artist pointed out as Skylar continued working on the tattoo design.
"I'm gonna get one too, like hers." Dean stated as Skylar turned to him incredulously.
"I'm designing it myself, Dean. Just like I did with Sammy's." Skylar pointed out as she pulled her tank top off, letting the artist see where she wanted the tattoo at.
Dean bit his lower lip at the way the artist was raking his eyes over his Theo's body, holding himself from smacking the man over the head with the nearest blunt object.
"So, you want your dad's name, birth date, death date, and then "A true soldier"?" The artist asked just to make sure that this girl really wanted to go through with the idea.
"Nah, make the phrase in Latin." Skylar said before writing it out on the paper for the man, turning to Dean who was working on his own design beside her.
"I don't want mine in any girly cursive like yours." Dean stated before laughing as he got smacked by the Trickster.
Dean watched as Skylar sat with her arms on the back of the chair, the man preparing her shoulder to be tattoo'd. "This is your first tattoo Dean, you sure you can handle it?" Skylar asked teasingly as the hum of the needle began, the Trickster not even flinching when it touched her skin.
"I've had a lot more painful experiences." Dean stated before moving around to sit in Skylar's view. "I mean, I was in a coma for a while, remember." Dean reminded as Skylar scowled at the memory, causing Dean to lose his own smile.
"Don't remind me." Skylar growled before turning her attention back to the pleasurable burn of ink being imbedded in her skin.
Skylar turned back to the oldest Winchester when she felt him slip something onto one of her fingers, looking down to see the ring she had left on his own hand the day she visited him in the hospital.
Skylar's eyes caught Dean's before he got up, leaving the back room to go get a drink and clear his own head.
"So, that your brother then?" The artist asked to try to make small talk while Skylar got her tattoo done.
"Eh, adoptive." Skylar said as she felt the artist begin working on the dates.
Dean came back a little later to see that the artist was beginning to put the gauze over the new tattoo. "There ya go, hope you like it." The man said before Skylar got up, watching as Dean pulled his shirt off.
"Where you getting your tattoo?" Skylar asked as she tried not to stare at the fact that Dean had obviously gotten far more muscular in the seven years since they had talked.
"Same place." Dean said before sitting down, holding his arms over the back of the chair to rest his chin on.
Skylar watched at the way Dean's eye twitched when the burning of the needle began on his shoulder. "What? Not pleasurable for you like it was for me?" Skylar asked with a teasing smirk before pulling one of Dean's hands off the back of the chair.
"You're a masochist, it's different." Dean stated before rolling his eyes at the way Skylar laughed at him for the comment.
"I'm a hedonist, not a masochist. I prefer the pleasurable side of life. What, you need me to hold your hand?" Skylar asked teasingly before pushing her hand into Dean's larger hand.
"Shut up." Dean growled before his hand twitched at the feel of the needle getting hotter against his skin.
"Where are those two? I want my beer and they're messing around in town." Bobby growled as he wished that he had sent Sam instead, since at least then no one would mess around with shopping for groceries.
"They'll be back soon Bobby. They're probably just getting more than beer." Sam offered to try to comfort the man who had been previously fighting with a Trickster god.
"So, you have Sammy's name on your back, my dad's name, where's my name?" Dean asked as the two pulled into the salvage yard.
"Not getting it." Skylar answered as she parked the car, turning to Dean with a smirk. "Why would I get your name? I'd never get laid ever again if I did because everyone would be afraid to be near me." Skylar stated before Dean shoved her before getting out of the Firebird himself.
"Fine, then I'll never get your name tattoo'd on me, I'd probably never hear the end of it anyways." Dean stated before heading for the house.
The two handed off the beer to Bobby once inside and Skylar sat down on the couch. "What took you so long?" Sam asked as he looked up from his laptop.
"Got tattoo's done." Skylar said before pulling her shirt off to show the new one on her back.
"When did you get my name done?" Sam asked as Dean walked by them with a beer hanging from his lips.
"She's got a thing for the girly men." Dean stated before Skylar smacked him on the back, earning a howl of pain.
"How's the tattoo feeling buddy?" Skylar asked with a smirk before Dean swung at her with his bottle.
"You both got your dad's name on your backs?" Bobby asked as he sat across the room from the three Winchesters.
"Yeah, just I got my phrase written in Latin." Skylar said before pulling her shirt back on, unaware of the fact that Dean had been staring at her from where he sat a few feet away.
The family sat and discussed plans on what would be happening next and after a while it was decided that the three siblings would be leaving in the morning since Sam thought he had a lead on some of the escaped demon.
"Alright, then tonight let's enjoy life since we're about to go to war." Skylar said before clinking her beer bottle against Bobby's then Sam and Dean's.
"So let me guess, you want to go out to a bar even though you already did certain actions today?" Sam asked as Bobby got up to go get another drink.
"You make it sound like sex is bad." Skylar commented before Dean almost spat his beer out, earning a laugh from the Trickster. "But no, I don't. That guy earlier...ugh. Too small, too quick, just...I'd prefer a man who knew what they were doing." Skylar stated before taking a swig of her beer. "Oh and didn't ask me to go get him a beer when we were done." Skylar added before scowling as Dean laughed at the last bit.
"Well it is a woman's job." Dean stated before silence fell on the room.
"Oh you shouldn't have said that." Sam mumbled before watching as Skylar got up and went into the kitchen, coming back with another beer a few minutes later and walking over to Dean.
"Alright, then here." Skylar said before dropping the beer on Dean's lap, sitting back down beside Sam as a plate of sweets appeared on her lap.
Dean looked at Skylar curiously before raising the beer with a wink at his younger brother. "See, she's knows how to treat a man." Dean said with a smirk before taking a drink from the bottle. Almost immediately his face paled and he spat the beer onto the floor.
"Like dog piss? I warned you in the car. Meet Butch." Skylar said as the Rottweiler from the car trotted into the car.
"Ugh, Skylar that's just terrible." Sam muttered as he cringed at the way Dean ran for the bathroom, the Trickster laughing at the sound of the oldest Winchester puking.
"He pissed in my beer yesterday. It's only fair. He made me drink his own piss, he should be glad it's just dog piss." Skylar growled in response before her guilty conscience got to her for once, getting up and going into the bathroom.
"Bitch." Dean growled as he hung his head over the toilet, dry heaving slightly.
"Whore." Skylar replied simply before running a hand over the fresh tattoo on her brother's back, feeling him shiver beneath her finger tips before emptying his stomach into the toilet again. Skylar plopped herself down on the ground behind Dean and waited for him to stop.
This continued for about another half hour before Dean finally fell back, leaning against the tub as Skylar handed him a wet rag and a glass of water. "I don't think I'm going to even trust drinking that." Dean grumbled as he flushed the toilet, feeling Skylar's finger tips on his tattoo again and holding back another shiver.
"It's just water. Don't worry, Sam got it." Skylar said before Dean took the glass and chugged it, watching as Skylar got up to let him have some piece.
"You two still act like kids, you know that?" Sam asked as Skylar put the empty glass on the counter, glancing towards him.
"At least we know how to have fun." Skylar said with a taunting smirk before turning to go back downstairs to the basement.
"I know how to have fun!" Sam argued before Skylar closed the basement door behind her, her laughter the only thing that he heard in response.
After rinsing his mouth out and fixing himself up a bit Dean finally came out of the bathroom, aware that Bobby had already gone to bed since he heard the man earlier over his own vomiting.
"Where's she? I'm gonna hit her." Dean grumbled as he saw Sam laying on the couch watching a movie on his laptop.
"I think she went to bed. She went downstairs a while ago." Sam said as Dean glanced at the movie on his laptop that he had tried to hide from him.
"Hey, try Busty Asian Babes. Much better." Dean teased before going towards the basement to enact his revenge for the dog piss in his beer.
"Oh just go try to get back at Skylar since it seems you two are intent on getting on each others nerves all the time." Sam responded as he shut his laptop, deciding to go back into his bedroom instead so Dean wouldn't bother him.
"We aren't, and mind your own business." Dean said before opening the door to the basement.
Skylar grinned at her Trickster abilities. Of all things, she loved the ability to warp reality to some degree. A king size bed in a separate room with men to her liking, she couldn't deny it was going to be a fun night.
Dean got to the bottom of the steps to see another new door beside the one that housed the new bathroom, frowning at how Skylar abused her powers so much. He was almost afraid to see what was behind this door.
Skylar looked up when the door opened, knowing right off the back that it was Dean as she quickly made the men vanish, smiling at the older man as he looked in on her. "What? Don't like my new bed? It's a king." Skylar said as she rolled over onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows.
"Why did you make a new bed?" Dean asked as he leaned against the door frame, eying the Trickster carefully since from the way she was missing her shirt again, he expected to see some creation come out.
"Because I had a feeling you wouldn't want me to sleep in the same bed as you, considering the little trick." Skylar said before grabbing her beer off the floor beside the bed, chugging about half of it as she could feel Dean's glare on her.
"Well you're out of luck then, because since that bed's bigger I'm sleeping in here." Dean announced as Skylar's Trickster smirk vanished, having not expected that change of events.
"Why? You'll have your own bed." Skylar said as she pointed to the bed on the other side of the door for emphasis.
"Yeah, but I can't exactly sleep when you're fucking a creation right next door." Dean stated with a cocky smirk at Theo since she probably didn't know he had already figured out that she had the separate room to embrace the Hedonist side of life.
"What if I give you a nice blond with d cups, that get you to change your mind?" Skylar asked as she flicked her wrist and one appeared beside the older man.
"Not my type." Dean said with a shrug, smirking at the way Skylar frowned at him.
"Anything breathing is your type." Skylar stated before rolling over, knowing that Dean had the will power to ignore women if he wanted.
You'd be surprised what my type actually is. Dean smirked before walking over and plopping down on the bed, stretching out with a sigh.
"How's the new tattoo?" Skylar asked as she stretched out on the other side of the bed.
"Fine, as long as you don't smack it again." Dean stated before watching as Skylar rolled onto her side, glancing at her tattoo that was already unwrapped from the gauze.
"It get's easier as you get more." Skylar grumbled tiredly before feeling Dean's fingertips trace her tattoo.
"Oh well then I'll definitely get more." Dean muttered before closing his eyes, wanting rest already.
Ah tattoo's. That's a nice way to bond, since I've done that before myself. Well, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter as much as I do writing them for all of you. Next chapter will be out on schedule, unless I get about five reviews today. Please let's try and get there. Anyways, thanks again for reading. Now please review.