Title: trickster's tales
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for everything aired
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sam & Dean & Castiel, Running into a real trickster for once.
They're pretty boys, and powerful, threaded together with sacrifice and lead and blood and fire. Feathers, too, etched into their skin, and sigils etched into bone. Two of them are his, American to the core, dust from the middle of his continent. The other smells like sky and starlight. Fading, though. More dust by the day.
Not really a boy, that one. Older than him, though not by much. Only a few millennia.
Coyote licks his chops. Not too smart, to mess with these three. The eldest boy is marked by the Eldest, and the younger has his fingerprints deep in his soul. That upstart who, though older, really wasn't as funny as he thought. Too much judgment, not enough jokes. Takes more to trick than power. Angels really don't have the sense of humor they think they do.
No matter. Here they are, tired and worn out. They need a breather, and who better than the King of Tricksters?
(No matter what Loki and Anansi say, he is the king. Ask anyone. But them.)