Here's a short one.
I'm thinking about posting some one shots to go along with this. I need some ideas though. Stuff like "the first time I…" or "the time I…" I wrote one called "The first time I got shot." Just stuff from Red's past that you'd like to read about. Tell me what you'd like to know.
I don't own Supernatural.
I sat on the motel bed eating chips from a vending machine waiting for Sam to get ready. I was dressed in my slacks and dress shirt ready to pose as an FBI agent. Dean sat on the end of the bed watching some hospital show on TV.
"What are you watching?" Sam asked coming out of the bathroom. I looked up at Dean who was transfixed by show on TV.
"Hospital show. Dr. Sexy, M.D. I think it's based on a book," Dean said. I let out a laugh and swung my legs off the bed.
"When did you hit menopause?" Sam said earning a high five from me.
"It's called channel surfing."
"Dean, you went right to that channel like you knew it was on," I said. Dean turned the TV off and stood.
"You ready?" he asked.
We headed down to the police station to check out a case where a man had his head torn off by a giant beast. Police were saying bear. We weren't so sure.
We got to talk to the man's wife who saw the attack and our suspicions were proven right. She claimed she saw the Hulk kill her husband. Not exactly what we were use to dealing with.
Sam and I went to checkout the crime scene while Dean went back to the motel to research. Or watch his hospital show.
When Sam and I got to the crime scene we were both surprised by the massive hole in the front of the house. We also found candy wrappers.
"Find anything?" Dean asked when we arrived at the motel.
"Well, uh, we saw the house," Sam answered.
"And?"
"Wasn't a bear," I said flopping down on a bed.
"There is a giant eight-foot-wide hole where the front door used to be. Almost like, uh-"
"A Hulk-sized hole," Dean finished.
"Maybe. What do you got?"
"Well, it turns out that Bill Randolph had quite the temper," Dean said reading from the computer. "He's got two counts of spousal battery, bar brawls, and court-ordered anger management sessions. You might say you wouldn't like him when he's angry."
"So a hothead getting killed by TV's greatest hothead."
"Sounds like just desserts, doesn't it?" I said looking to Sam.
"It's all starting to make sense," Sam agreed.
"How is it starting to make sense?" Dean said looking between us.
"Well, we found something else at the crime scene," Sam said pulling the candy wrappers from his pocket and dropping them on the table in front of Dean. "Candy wrappers. Lots of them."
"Just desserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you kill 'em," Dean said putting it together. "We're dealing with the Trickster, aren't we?"
"Sure looks like it."
Sam suggested we try to ally with the Trickster when we find him. There was a good possibility he didn't like the war between angels and demons going on either. Dean didn't like the idea but agreed to try.
We waited in the motel for a strange call to come in over the police scanner. Dean sat sharpening a wooden stake. Sam and I bounced a rubber ball back and forth bored.
"Um, dispatch?" a voice said over the scanner. "I, I got a possible 187 out here at the old paper mill on Route 6."
Sam caught the ball and didn't throw it back. He got Dean's attention and turned the scanner up.
"Roger that," another voice answered on the scanner. "What are you looking at there, son?"
"Honestly, Walt, I, I wouldn't even know how to describe what I'm seeing. Just- send everybody."
"All right, stay calm, stay by your car. Help's on the way."
"That sounds weird," Dean said.
"Weird enough to be our guy," Sam agreed.
We headed out in the Impala to the paper mill. The wooden stakes were stowed in the trunk. Dean parked the car outside of the building. He went around to the trunk and handed Sam and I each a stake and a flashlight.
"There was a murder here, and there's no police cars. There's nobody. How's that look to you?" Dean asked.
"Crappy," Sam said.
I walked behind Sam and Dean looking around for anything suspicious. Dean opened the door to the building and Sam rushed in ready to fight. Dean followed him. I stepped forward but the door slammed shut in front of me. I tried the doorknob but it wouldn't budge.
"Guys!" I called. "Dean! Sam!" No answer. Finally, the door swung open and I stood in the doorway looking in at the empty mill. "Dean? Sam?" I walked around cautiously looking for them.
I searched the entire mill. I returned the door where they had disappeared and search the mill again calling for them. No sign of them or the trickster. I walked back outside to the car and called Bobby.
"Yeah?"
"Bobby, Sam and Dean are gone."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean we came to a damn paper mill looking for the trickster and they went in the door but it slammed shut before I could follow. And by the time I got the door opened they were gone. They're no where in the mill. I looked everywhere."
"He must have transported them somewhere."
"Transported them?"
"He's got the power to pull all kinds of tricks, Red. There's no telling where they are."
"Great. What the hell do I do?"
"Listen for anymore activity from the trickster. Try to find him. I'd come help if I could drive."
"Why didn't he take me too?"
"I dunno. Maybe he likes you." I hung up the phone and walked to the car. I cussed when I realized Dean had the key. I turned and started the long walk back to our motel.
After a day of listening to the scanner, watching the news, and rushing to any semi-strange crime scene within an hour of me I was stumped. I needed to find the boys.
I needed help. I needed to call Cas. I called him and told him where I was and he appeared in the motel room. I explained to him the situation.
"Trickster?" he asked.
"Yeah. Some douchebag we've dealt with before. Zapped Sam and Dean somewhere and I can't find them. Can you help or not?"
"I may be able to. Where did you last see them?"
"The old paper mill on Route 6." I had barely gotten the location out before Cas disappeared.
I called Cas a few times over the next few days but he didn't answer. I figured he must have been taken hostage too. I had no idea where to look for them or what my next move was in finding them.
"I need your help," a voice said behind me causing me to jump. I turned around to face Cas. He was bleeding and bruised.
"Where have you been?" I asked. "And what the hell happened to you?"
"I found Sam and Dean."
"Where are they?"
"I tracked them down. They were in a hospital but I couldn't catch them there. I finally found them in a Japanese competition. It was strange. Do you humans find it entertaining to watch others be hit in the testicles?"
"What?"
"They were-"
"Never mind. You were in a hospital?"
"Yes."
"Then on a Japanese game show?" I said putting it together.
"I guess." I went to the TV and turned it on. Dr. Sexy M.D. was on. "That's the hospital they were in." I flipped to the next channel. A host in a shiny suit introduced the show called 'Nutcracker'. "And then they were there," Cas said pointing to the TV confused. "What is going on?"
"I think the trickster is putting them in TV shows." I flipped to the next channel. A sitcom was on. "They might be there now."
"There is one other thing I found out while I was looking for the Winchesters."
"What?" I said trying to hurry him up. Sam and Dean could change channels any minute.
"We aren't dealing with a Trickster."
"We're not?"
"No. It's my brother."
"Your brother?" I said skeptically.
"Gabriel. He's an archangel," Cas said before disappearing. I stood staring at the empty space considering what I'd just been told. I moved over to Sam's computer and started researching Gabriel.
A few more days passed. I watched a lot of TV and waited on Cas to pop back up. I had found out all I could about Gabriel.
Now I sat eating left overs and scrolling through a website about the angel. I wish Cas would show up or Bobby was here. But I was alone on this.
The door opened and I stood grabbing my gun. I relaxed when Sam walked through the door. I set the gun down and ran wrapping my arms around him.
"There you are!" I said squeezing him tight.
"How long were we gone?"
"A week today." I released Sam and looked over at Dean.
"He's not a trickster," Dean said. "He's-"
"Gabriel. I know. You were stuck in TV shows, right?"
"Yeah," Dean said with furrowed eyebrows.
"I've been keeping up," I said gesturing to the TV.
I felt my phone vibrate next to me on the seat of the Impala and I grabbed it and looked at the number. I sat up and told Dean to turn the music down. It was Hannah but it was an odd time of the day for her to call. This worried me.
"Hannah? Is everything all right?" I asked quickly.
"I'm getting married!" she screamed into the phone.
"What?" I asked stunned.
"James! He asked me to marry him, Robin!"
"Congratulations!" I said relaxing. Sam turned to look at me questioningly.
"You're going to be my sister-in-law! Oh, gosh, Robin I have something to ask you."
"Yeah? What?"
"Will you be my maid-of-honor?"
"Hannah, I have no idea what a maid-of-honor does. Are you sure?"
"Yes! Please? I know you're busy but this would mean so much to me. And it'll be a while before the wedding. We haven't even set a date yet. I mean he just asked me like an hour ago."
"Of course I will Hannah."
"Oh my gosh! I love you, Robin! I'm so excited! I gotta go. I still have to tell my grandmother. She's gonna flip."
"Good luck with that. I'll try to come visit soon."
"Be careful out there. James says he loves you! I love you too. See you soon."
I hung up and took a moment to process the information Hannah had just spewed at me through the phone.
"Hannah getting married then?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Guess James finally found his balls and asked," I told him with a smile.
"It's nice to know some hunters get normal lives."
"Yeah." I looked down at the ring around my thumb. I knew I'd never be married. But it was nice to have someone. I looked up at Dean in the rearview where he glanced between me and the road. When I met his eyes he looked away. Indeed it was nice to have someone. Even if he was a stubborn ass.