Title: intricate spun web
Fandom: "Supernatural" with a dash of various mythologies
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for season three
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 265
Point of view: third
"Ah, little trickster, tired of playing with those boys yet?" She raises a dark eyebrow at him.
He ducks his head. "I went a bit far, I admit. But my reasoning was sound!"
She scoffs. "Well, come on in out of the cold." She steps back from the door and he shuffles in, shaking off snow. "You should've known better, Coyote's son. Those boys weren't meant for the likes of you."
He glares at her for a moment before the scent of cocoa catches his attention. "Ooh," he says. "For me?"
She laughs. "I made enough for two, boyo."
He grins, loping past her to the kitchen. "Chocolate is one of my very favorite things, Mama."
She smacks his shoulder with her wooden spoon. "Respect me, boy. Your daddy is comin' to supper next week."
He blanches. "Aww, man. What for?"
She hands him a mug of cocoa. "Just a couple of old friends catching up." She smirks. "I think we'll talk about Azazel's kids a bit."
He sighs. "I was just trying to teach Sam a lesson, is all. He needs to learn to live without Dean."
Her smile is knowing. "But that time will pass swiftly, little trickster. Dean won't be gone for long."
He stares at her, sipping his cocoa. It burns his tongue. "What do you know, Perkune Tete?" he asks softly.
She chuckles and tosses him a bag of marshmallows. "I know that Morrigo has her favorites and Aniketos can never die."
"Oh," he breathes. "Mama, you weave quite the web."
Her laughter booms out, shaking the house like thunder.