The next time I saw Trickster, me and Sam and Dean were at Bobby's again, looking up info on our next job; this time Castiel was with us.

"My, my, don't you all look hard at work."

All of us jumped and Bobby rolled his eyes.

"Let me guess, you're bored. How'd you find us, anyway?"

"I can always tell when there's a hunter coming to my town," Trickster answered.

"You're causing the deaths?" Sam accused him.

"Actually, no. That is a haunting, muttonhead."

"He's telling the truth," Castiel spoke up.

I paid attention to him, straddling the chair facing Sam, sucking on a lolly with a chocolate in his hand, ready for afterwards.

Getting up, I headed to the fridge, making it look like I was getting a drink, and when I was behind Trickster, I leant over and snatched the chocolate from his hand.

All three of them looked at them with their mouths open.

"Did you seriously just steal the Tricksters chocolate? Are you insane?" Bobby cried.

"You stole my chocolate," he smiled at me. "You're brave, sweetcheeks."

"Sweetcheeks? Really?" Dean raised an eyebrow but quickly screwed his face up at what I did next.

I crouched down in front of Trickster, so our faces were level, and reached out to grab the stick of his lolly and opened my mouth, indicating that's what I wanted him to do.

When his mouth opened and the lolly was free, I took it out of his mouth and put it in mine.

"Uuuughh! Please tell me you did not just do what I think you did!" Dean cried out.

"What? He's got nothing contagious, have you?" I looked at Trickster, whose grin was huge.

"No I haven't sweetcheeks, but wow, I think I'm in love," he kept his focus on me.

"Very unlikely," I disagreed and my attention was drawn to the song just starting to play on the radio.

'This time, I wander what it feels like

To find the one in this life, the one we all dream off

But dreams just aren't enough

So I'll be waiting for the real thing

I'll know it by the feeling

The moment when we're meeting

Will play out like a scene straight off the silver screen

So I'll be holding my breath

Right up til the end, until that moment when

I find the one I'll spend forever with

Cause nobody wants to be the last one there

Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares

Someone to love with my life in their hands

There's gotta be somebody for me like that

Cause nobody wants to go it on their own

And everyone wants to know they're not alone

There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere

There's gotta be somebody for me out there," I quietly sang along.

Dean, Sam and Bobby watched me with lumps in their throats and Trickster, strangely found himself wanting to be that 'somebody'; he could feel the loneliness radiating from me and wanted to be able to stop it.

Castiel, sensing something weird about Trickster, tilted his head, trying to work it out, still not understanding emotions.

After the song had finished, there was an awkward silence, which I broke.

"Mmm, this chocolate is really good, but I think it just tastes better cos I stole it," I grinned, pretending to be happy. "Cheers Tricks."

"You really shouldn't antagonise him," Castiel warned.

"I think I really am in love," he laughed, fanning himself. "You're a cheeky one, sweetcheeks, just like me."

"And like I said, very unlikely," I raised my eyebrows and smiled at him in a 'yeah right' way.

"You don't believe me?" Trickster asked.

"No," my answer was blunt.

"Well, I'll just have to prove it then," he clicked his fingers and disappeared.

"He expects me to believe him? He's a trickster! Nobody wants to be with me," my eyes dropped to my feet.

"Someone will eventually," Bobby said, softly.

"Good things come to those who wait," Castiel added.

"Thanks Cas," I smiled at him, and got a rare smile in return.

While the others started to discuss getting ready and what to do at the haunt site, I let my mind wander.

I was sat on a hill, my arms resting on my knees and my chin resting in my arms, watching the sunset.

The sky was an orange red and was so relaxing the voice beside me didn't even startle me.

"Hey sweetcheeks, nice isn't it?"

I looked at Trickster. "Am I dreaming?."

"Daydreaming," he nodded.

"You're daydream raping me," I scowled, making him erupt into laughter.

"Well sure, if you want to put it like that. I'm just trying to show you that I do actually like you."

I eyed him warily, my guard still up. "How do I know you haven't dropped me into a trick?"

"Just because I'm a trickster, doesn't mean I don't have feelings, I want somebody to be with too." He shuffled closer and put his arm round my shoulder.

"I could make every day like this if you were mine," he said, gently in my ear.

I snuggled into him and rested my head against his chest and he put his chin on top.

I looked at the sunset and sighed, I hadn't felt so content for a while; I was starting to believe Trickster.

I broke my daydream with a gasp and jolted upright.

"You alright?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, just a bad dream or, err, daydream," I shook my head.

"Unicorns or fairies?" Dean joked.

"Santa's elves," I joked back and rubbed my eyes.

Hunters knew not to ask others about their nightmares.

'No, no, no, I cannot have a crush on Trickster,' I thought to myself and cringed inwards. 'That's like Sam with Ruby or Dean having a crush on Meg,' I mentally shuddered.

When Sam and Dean had left, I spent the rest of the day sat on the sofa in the lounge with Bobby, while, elsewhere, Trickster was getting advice.

"Balthazar, is it possible to 'bond' with a human, to make them a mate?"

"Of course it is, you know how many half-angels there are walking around. Why?" Balthazar had a huge smile on his face, already knowing why. "What's her name?"

"Sherrie."

"The sweet-ass hunter with the Winchester's?"

"That'll be her," Trickster grinned back. "So, how do I do it?"

"I thought you already had the birds and the bees talk," Balthazar teased and they both laughed. "Okay, you have to give her some of your grace."

"Grace? You mean . . .?"

"Yes, a touch of your angel mojo. It will make her . . .well, invincible, immortal."

"I'm aware of how it works, thanks for your help," Trickster nodded.

"Good luck brother," Balthazar clapped him in the back and they zapped themselves elsewhere.

Hours later, at night, I was sat in my room when Trickster walked in.

"Sweetcheeks."

"How did you get in here? Into the house I mean?"

"I have my ways. Did you enjoy the sunset? It wasn't a lie that everyday could be like that."

Trickster sat opposite me on my bed.

I opened and closed my mouth, speechless and finally forced out, "how do you know about that?"

"I haven't been entirely honest, but I'm gonna be," he took a deep breath. "My job is being a trickster but its not who I really am. My real name is Gabriel."

He held his breath, waiting for my reaction.

I thought of Castiel and put two and two together.

"Gabriel the . . .the . . ."

"Yup, I'm Gabriel the archangel."