Dean looked up when Sam came through the door, balancing coffee and pancakes for two. "So, Dean..." he started, but then he turned and fell silent. Dean smirked, a bit selfconscious. "Sammy, this is..." Sam had put his load down and dragged his bangs out of his eyes. "Hiya Cas. So, more recall?" Dean audibly shut his mouth. Cas smiled sweetly and nuzzled his hair. "Yes. I dreamwalked again, and he and I sort of reconnected." Dean narrowed his eyes. "Wait... you guys know eachother?" Gears in his head shifted and suddenly anger was picking up momentum. "So I did hear him the other day. Sammy, you freaking liar!" Sam held up his hands in defense. "Dean, come on... The angels said it was dangerous to just tell you stuff. Your mind could explode." Cas untangled himself from Dean, and, angry as he was, Dean felt cold as Cas slid away. "I think the term used was implode, but that's semantics. Sam is right." Dean glared at him, though a tad less heated than the glare he cast Sam right after. "Wait... you said angels, plural. Who else is here? Is it that dick, Michael? I want to give him a piece of my mind..." Cas gently put a hand on his tensed up biceps. "No, Dean. And I would advice against it. He is still an Archangel. The first one and pretty powerful." Sam licked his lips and was he... blushing? "De... don't get upset but..."
With a rush of wings, a goldenhaired guy popped in, right in Sam's arms. Dean blinked, taken aback, but then his eyes widened as the dude kissed his little brother right on the mouth. "Hi guys! Be back in a tick, just borrowing Sammy here!" And at that, they were gone. Dean's jaw was hanging loose as he turned to Cas, who looked equally surprised. "Cas, what the Hell? Did he just... kiss Sam?" Cas blinked. "Ehm, yes..." The gravelly voice sounded more cautious than surprised at that fact. Dean tilted his head in thought. "Wait a minute.. was that? It was, wasn't it? That dick! Now he's gone and abducted Sammy! God, I hate that Trickster!" Cas was looking at him with wide, astonished eyes. "What? Why? What did he ever do to you?" Dean's anger was reaching it's peak and he was trembling with it. "I'll tell you what that asshat did! How about pitching Sam and me against eachother by having us believe we were pulling pranks on eachother? Or the fact that he threw us in a timeloop and then killed me, over a hundred times, and poor Sam tried to save me each and every day? Then, for kicks, he breaks the loop, but still kills me! Only after months of bring hunted by Sammy did he reverse time once more, but lets me live." He was breathing fire by now and he paced the room nervously. "Who knows what he is doing to Sam now..." Cas licked his lips, his eyes concerned. "I'm sure Sam will be fine." Dean glared at him. "I can't deny that what he did to you two is less than nice, but I have a feeling this time Sam will enjoy himself."
Dean opened his mouth to vent his opinion on that statement, when Sam and the Trickster popped back in. Dean growled, but a snap of those fingers, and he was pinned against the wall. "Sorry, Cassie. Just keeping this sweet ass safe for Shamshine here." Dean swiftly looked at Sam, who looked disheveled, but the good kind. Like he had just been kissed within an inch of his life. A blush covered his cheeks. "Shut up. Don't pin this on me." Sam muttered. Dean wriggled, but the hold was secure. "What the Hell did you do to Sam, butthead?" he growled, causing Cas to gasp. "Dean!" The Trickster grinned at him. "Still feisty as ever, huh, Dean-o? Don't worry, it was nothing I haven't done before..." Sam ducked his head, but was that a... satisfied grin? Dean growled. "Saaaammm... what the Hell is that asshat talking about?" Sam didn't look at him, but he frowned at the Trickster instead. "Let him go." It wasn't a request. It was an order, but Sam's eyes weren't the dark grey colour they got when he was angry... they were almost a light green, which was one Dean had never seen before. "Sam?" he asked with a worried rise in his voice. The Trickster sighed and turned his golden eyes to Sam. "Allright then... if he doesn't try and stab me the instant I do." Dean scoffed. "Fine. I'll behave." With a pout, and a headtilt that eerily mimicked Cas, the Trickster eyed him up. "I believe you will." He snapped his fingers and Dean felt the tight hold disappear. "Thank you." he sneered. "Now, could someone, any one, tell me what the Hell is going on here?!"
