**This has been edited by Queen0fHearts
Chapter 4
Hearing that Sam and Dean had somehow managed to bring up the trickster before he even had a chance to really think about the deal should have surprised him. With a long sigh Bobby mentioned he had already met with the creature. Not a day later and Bobby was opening his door to two worried hunters. Wheeling himself into the living room, the older hunter didn't bother beating around the bush. "Before you two start, it wasn't none of your business until after I talked to the god. He didn't come messing with me. I summoned him, and he answered the call though I get the feeling he didn't have to."
Dean snorted while Sam seemed interested in what Bobby had to say. Pulling out a bottle of scotch he kept in the room, Bobby poured himself a glass and passed the bottle to Dean who grabbed a glass and poured his own. "Why would you summon the thing, Bobby? I don't know if you noticed but the guy really has it out for us." There was a whooshing sound from the doorway and Bobby didn't bother greeting Castiel; instead he raised an eyebrow at Dean.
"You telling me you have any other gods or powerful beings up your sleeve? Way I figure we could use all the help we could get, and this isn't just some pagan god like the few your guys have come up with. Loki still has followers and power he can draw from." Castiel was silent for a moment before he nodded. While Bobby was still a little sore about Castiel not being able to heal his legs, it was good to have someone in his corner when dealing with an angry Winchester.
"I have confirmed what I could, Dean. While angels and pagans tend to avoid each other there are rumors of some of their abilities, and Loki in particular, is one who has managed to out trick and over power many in his time on Earth. I see no reason why he would not make a valuable ally so long as his allegiance is with us." Castiel turned to Dean then, his eyes locking with Dean's until Bobby was near uncomfortable with the two in the room.
"He can help, Dean, and more importantly so long as he is bound by his word and magic I see no reason not to trust him. Loki has never been one for bloodshed, and while violent and accepting of sacrifices he is one of the few gods who does not thrill in battle but tries to avoid it. All of which you would have known if you would have done as Sam and researched his history on your own. Now if you do not mind I will continue my search for my Father. If I can find him this will be over in seconds."
With another rustle of feathers, Castiel was gone, and Bobby was faced with a more passive Dean to deal with. Sharing a look with Sam over how Dean changed his tune the second Castiel said it was okay, Bobby sipped his drink. There were so many things they needed to do and sitting around and debating about things that were already done wasn't one of them. "Listen, I didn't ask your permission to summon the god because I didn't need it and still don't. While I don't trust him until after he's sworn to help us, Loki isn't the enemy here. I can handle the trickster. You two handle your end."
"You can handle me huh?"
Bobby cursed before turning to the chair he would have been using if he didn't need one with wheels. There was Loki, lounging with a colorful drink in his hand, a small straw sticking out the side. Dean was right with Bobby with his own curse, though Sam looked more intrigued than anything else. Placing a hand on his brother's arm to stop him from speaking, Sam was the first to say something while Loki's eyes darted between the three hunters, always returning to Bobby.
"Loki, we were wondering when you would show up. Bobby was saying that you want to help us?" Sam's voice was both hopeful and disbelieving at the same time, and Bobby hoped he wasn't about to be proved wrong. He had been expecting the trickster to come back but had hoped the boys would be gone or in bed by the time he did. It wasn't as long as Bobby had been hopeful for to think, but he knew his choice the second Loki had left.
Nodding his head at the god, Bobby cleared his throat. "Yeah, he's here to help." At the admission, Loki grinned, raising his glass slightly in the air before taking a sip. His eyes flashed a soft golden light before it was gone, and Bobby could feel something in his chest catch at the deal being sealed. It wasn't the kiss he had been half expecting, but it was no less binding.
"What, just like that? There has to be a deal here, Bobby. Please don't tell me you sold your soul to this guy," demanded Dean, which only made Loki laugh. "No, I have no need for a human soul, no profit in it." Loki stood from the chair, making his way over to Bobby who fought back the urge to tense. With a swish of his hand, Loki no longer was holding the drink but was standing behind him.
Placing a hand on either shoulder of the man, Loki smirked at the brothers who looked like they were about to jump out of their seats. "No, what I wanted was simple. You want me to use my powers and help you sweep up your mess? Fine, I can do that. I like this world, and I don't want to see it get burnt to ash along with you humans. Problem is I don't have as much power as I used to. Hardly any of us gods do with Christianity coming and wiping out our followers. So, to have any power to use, Bobby here is going to help me out, and I help you boys out on the apocalypse front."
"And how exactly is Bobby going to help you gain power?" asked Sam, his body still tense though he could see the logic in the arrangement. Loki's grin nearly split his face at the question. "You boys are looking at my new High Priest." With those words Loki laughed before disappearing with a snap leaving Bobby alone to deal with two pissed off hunters.
"Balls."
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