"The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist."

Robin laughed, she couldn't actually help herself as it was the funniest thing that she had heard in quite some time. At first Robin thought that she had misheard them as no one was dumb enough to ask her for that. But when it became apparent that they were asking for the flute Robin laughed because this had to be a joke, the Winchester brothers were clearly trying to pull a prank on her! The Trickster Queen of all people! That in itself was a joke… Not forgetting someone having the balls to ask for her flute which had been in her possession for over a little over a thousand years, expecting her to just hand it over was an absolute joke, The Winchester brothers may have made a mistake releasing practically every demon from hell but at least they had a possible career in comedy if this hunting thing continued to keep going pear shaped. Robin had been laughing so much that her that her stomach was in agony, she couldn't remember the last time she had laughed this hard. Oddly enough it was making her very much hungry until she noticed that the Winchesters weren't laughing, they were actually being serious. They had tracked her down, came all this way to find 'Puck' to ask for her flute. Robin could not believe that the two of them had the balls to come all this way and expect that she would just hand it over with no reservations. It was unbloody believable and Robin wasn't laughing anymore, she was actually furious as they had no idea who they were dealing with. Sure Robin wasn't a demon but she was Robin Goodfellow/Puck and she was one of the most famous tricksters in history and that wasn't even her own ego talking. So there was no way that she was going to even consider handing over her flute to a couple of punks who had the gall to even think to ask for it, even if they were the Winchester boys. Hell would have to rise to the ground and then freeze over before Robin even gave that insane suggestion a real moment of thought. If someone wanted her flute they were going to have to yank it out of her cold dead hands or go down to hell and get from her depending on things ended up.

"You have to be kidding me." Robin eventually said as a part of her really wanted to believe that this was some kind of dumb joke as she conjured some cotton candy to fill the gaping hole in her stomach. As this situation was making Robin anxious and whenever she was anxious she liked to eat quite a bit, a lot more than she usually did and Robin did tend to eat quite a lot on a daily basis. It came with a being a trickster, they naturally had a very sweet tooth and high metabolism to boot.

"Do we look like we're kidding?" Dean retorted and Robin narrowed her eyes at the elder Winchester, she really didn't like him in the slightest and she just got more irritated with Dean with every passing moment. But that didn't stop her from allowing her flute to appear into her hand and she twirled it between her fingers. Robin's flute was no ordinary flute. It was smaller that the average flute, but just as intricate and whilst it looked like it was made of solid gold, it was that and more. It was a very valuable and powerful object and Robin was quite attached to it and had been ever since it was made for her. And Robin wasn't going to give it up to anyone.

"Remember who your talking to boy, I am not someone who will back down to your command just because you're a hunter. I older than you, I am a stronger than you and I am considered a god so show me some respect boy." Robin snarled as she didn't appreciate how she was being spoken to. She was all for a bit of cheek and sass, she appreciated sarcasm but there was a difference between being a bit of ass when talking back and being just respectful.

"Look we don't mean to disrespect you Robin, we didn't mean anything of the such–" Sam began trying to appease Robin, which she appreciated as at least one of the boys had some common decent. So Robin took a deep breath before taking a huge bite of cotton candy.

"Why?"

"Excuse me?" Sam questioned and Robin sighed, she was fast becoming bored of this conversation and wanted out of it very quickly. She had much more better things to be doing with her time and they were sure as hell much more fun and she wouldn't feel so pissed off and feel like eating the entire planet because Robin was that annoyed.

"Why do you want my flute? I think it's a perfectly valid question for me to ask since you two walked into here like you own the place, point a gun at me and then have the nerve to ask for my flute. So I'd like to know why you want my flute." Robin asked as she fiddled with ends of her hair with one hand whilst taking another bite of her cotton candy. She was very defensive about her flute as Robin generally used it to channel her abilities as made everything a lot more fun and it was kind of her trademark. It was given to her a long time ago by a good friend of hers, in fact he was Robin's only friend.

"According to lore it's capable of summoning a person regardless of who they are and where they are without the use of a spell or incantation. Although the same lore did say that you were a dude." Dean stated and Robin surprisingly found herself laughing.

"Whilst I am a prime example of why shouldn't believe everything you read, I will admit that whatever lore you've been reading is correct on that matter. My flute can do many things including summoning although it cannot summon the dead and spirits who have moved on. Although it can summon earth bound ghosts if the need arises, why so interested? I heard you finally killed the demon who murdered your mother and I doubt you'd come to me asking for my flute if you were looking for any old Tom, Dick and Harry demon. So who are you looking for?" Robin questioned as she jumped off the old juke box and slowly walked around the old diner. She was no longer angry but instead rather interested in what the Winchester boys were up to. They had come looking for her because they needed her flute to find someone who couldn't be found within normal means. Robin was very much intrigued as well as still being quite pissed off but eating would help her feel a bit better. There was nothing that food couldn't solve in Robin's opinion.

"A trickster." Sam announced and Robin rolled her eyes as that wasn't very helpful as that could be anyone. She also thought that Sam and Dean would have been better, have a bit more information to handover to her given they were hunters, raised by hunters if Robin's information was correct and she believed it was. John Winchester had been a hunter and his wife Mary had come from a family of hunters.

"Again I'll ask, who are you looking for?" Robin pushed.

"The Trickster." San feebly admitted.

"Who?"

"We don't known his name, we known him as the trickster." Dean added and Robin couldn't believe what she hearing. "So we need you to hand over the flute now Puck."

"You'll have to kill me first bub." Robin retorted as she really didn't like Dean especially because he kept calling her Puck when Robin had already firmly stated that she hated being called Puck. Her name was and always had been Robin, Puck was just name that had been attached to her for the last thousand years. Robin wasn't too fond of the name Puck for obvious reasons as everyone associated it with her, or rather the male version of her who everyone believed she was. So Robin wasn't too fond of being addressed as Puck. So Dean constantly calling her that when she had asked him not to was irritating Robin even further.

"Not a problem." Dean said through gritted teeth.

"Dean shut it!" Sam hissed and Robin couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yeah Dean, listen to your baby brother as Sam knows that if you kill me then you won't get the flute and we both know that your not going to kill me. If you were then you would need a stake coated with the blood of one of my victims and I see no stake. Plus I haven't killed anyone in a very long time and I reckon that they have long since decomposed and turned into soil or whatever, like I really give a rats ass. Then there is the colt but from what I hear you've used up all the bullets so you can't really kill me. So I guess we're kind of at an impasse here boys as your not finding your trickster anytime soon…" Robin quipped in a rather bemused manner.

"Why's that?" Sam asked and Robin slowly walked over to him and looked into his dark eyes before gently tapping his nose and walking away.

"So cute."

"Cut the crap trickster and tell us what you know." Dean said as he pointed his gun back at Robin's head and she just sighed before lifting her arm up and lowering the gun.

"Do you always have to resort to violence? Geez… But whatever I'll tell you what I know and what I know is that the two of you have come all the way here and demanded that I give you my flute and you don't even have a name. You just know that you're looking for some trickster… Bud, do you know how many of my kind there are? You ask me where can you can find the trickster and I'll just reply which one? There are loads of us, some of them are 'famous' like me because they are apart of mythology. Like Anasi, Loki and myself, then others just blend into the background as they aren't as bold and creative as the rest of us."

"We get it Puck, you're famous and you know it and it's given you quite the ego." Dean interrupted and Robin was really starting to lose her patience with the eldest Winchester.

"I'm going yo remind you again boy… Have some respect Winchester, many people consider tricksters to be demigods so I'd watch that mouth of yours." Robin snapped back before turning to Sam. "You want to know why you've be wasting you time? My flute may do many things but when summoning a person you need to know who it is your actually summoning and just the trickster isn't going get you squat. You kind of need to be slightly specific with that kind of stuff otherwise you'll just end up summoning every trickster in creation, including myself!"

"Oh…" Dean said after a moment and Robin just rolled her eyes as it was only now that Dean was changing his tune.

"Yeah, so you guys are in a bit of a pickle and now I'm bored so I am going to take off now. But it's been fun boys and a pleasure to finally meet the infamous Winchester boys. We'll have to do this again sometime–"

"–Wait Robin! What if we find out more information about this trickster how will we find you?" Sam called out and Robin let out a small smile, she liked Sam he was much nicer than his brother not to mention he was clearly the smarter one and brains was the new sexy.

"Don't worry about me boys, I'll find you."

And with a snap of her fingers Robin was gone.