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Amber eyes watched as the woman walked away from the library. The man laughed and snapped his fingers, disappearing from that place.
The three in the Labyrinth were doing well last time he checked, so he decided to pepper things up and snapped his fingers again. He watched as the creature rose from the shadows and then snapped his fingers again making swords appear not far from where Thor was standing.
The Trickster disappeared once again and went after his target. Castiel. The angel was sleeping in the Helicarrier; the man just blocked the cameras so the rest of the people in the place wouldn't see them.
The man placed two fingers in the dark haired man's forehead, restoring his powers; you're Falling faster than I thought, kiddo. Better get some mojo up, the man thought with sympathy.
"Time to wake up, kiddo! Rise and shine!" He yelled knowing that no one outside the room would hear it.
With his Loki façade appearing once again (God, the man was tall), he touched the other man giving him a power boost along with a shock. Castiel jumped out of the bed and pinned 'Loki" against the wall. "What did you do to me?"
"Can't find out yourself, Cassie?" He replied teasingly, "Honestly, I was expecting a thank you, but some kisses against the wall wouldn't hurt. I've heard that angels' snogs are heavenly…."
He was thrown against the wall once again, making him laugh. Castiel, however, looked wearier, "Why would you give me a power boost?"
"You can't see it, can you?"
"What?"
Loki sighed, "You're Falling. One of the only good angels out there, so I decided, I'll help this one up!"
"You're not doing this from the goodness from your heart." Cas accused watching him closely.
Loki pouted, "Ouch. You're wrong. I could have let my counter-part running around bring an army of aliens to earth without raising my pinky to help humans. And here I am power-boosting an angel up, so he won't die in this Lilith mess!"
"What do you mean you're not helping the one in the cage?"
"You already know that I'm a Trickster, we love jokes and pranks. This planet will be no fun if conquered by brainless aliens."
Castiel's blue eyes narrowed, "You're telling me you're helping us in both wars?"
"Yup, but you can't go around telling that to your boyfriend and his brother. Wait, girlfriend and her sister. It'll ruin the fun!"
"Why that pranks specifically?" the angel asked.
Loki disappeared from his grip and appeared laying on the bed, "You mean yours and the Winchesters'? I wanted to give them another point of view of life and… Did you see Dean-o's face? It was hilarious!"
"And me?" The seraph was a bit reluctant, Loki smirked.
"Isn't that obvious? You're so serious all the time! Loosen up! And the phrase? Come on Cassie, everybody knows you two are in love."
"I'm not in love with Dean."
The Trickster stood up; "Saying it out loud won't make it true. See ya later, kiddo!"
It's not possible they're all dead. Howard. Maria. John. Dead. This is an illusion. Tony kept repeating those words in hope they would all disappear, Dean, on the other hand, walked closer to the people that seemed to be having an argument.
Dean, don't! He couldn't even speak, he tried to say something to get Dean back, but nothing came out. John was standing in front of his father, the fifteen year old looked defiant.
Tony knew by Howard and John's clothes that the argument they were having would be the last they ever had. The billionaire was taking deep breaths, he needed to calm down. That's why I work with machines.
"I'm not hearing it, John! You will work in the Stark Industries and that's final!" Howard hissed harshly, but John didn't flinch.
Dean observed everything closely, "I don't want to and I won't, even if I have to run from here," John responded icily making his father glare at him.
Howard straightened his back and put his hands behind his back, "Know that if you walk out that door, you won't ever be welcomed back, you won't take our money, you'll have to make yours from the second you leave."
"I don't care, this isn't a family. Never was. Tony and I were both raised by Obie, not you, you are no father!" The soon to be Winchester spat those words with contained anger.
"Very well," the older man said with no emotion in his voice, "when you go, take your things, everything you want." John narrowed his eyes at that, suspicious because he knew that wasn't the end of Howard's speech, "But you are not allowed to contact your brother in anyway existent. You leave this house, you leave your brother forever."
John flinched at that, so did the little boy hidden in the doorway where Howard, Maria and John couldn't see him. But both Dean and Tony could see him.
"Fine. Turn him in your little weapon maker, see if I care." John's words didn't hurt as they used to, but it still did. Dean looked at him, then at John, then at the little boy.
The scene faded.
Now they were somewhere else, Tony didn't recognize it, but Dean did. It was a cheap motel, which Tony could tell easily. There were three men inside, Tony recognized a younger Dean and Sam, but the other man Tony only recognized from pictures given him by Jarvis. John. Not John Stark, but John Winchester.
Sam had a scratch in his chin, and Dean was dealing with a deep cut on his arm, while Sam patched John's arm and ribcage.
"Faster Sam, there's a hunt not far from here, but we need to get there fast. Wendigos won't kill themselves for your slowness." John hissed as Sam patched him up.
"You're in no condition for a hunt, Dad! Much less a Wendigo one!" Sam hissed back.
"I can hunt just fine and you're taking too much time here. Dean finish this, Sam's taking too much time."
Dean nodded and replied a quiet yes, sir. That's when Sam blew, "Dean! Why can't you stop being Dad's little soldier and back me up! He's in no shape to go on a hunt!"
"If he says he can hunt, then he can Sam." Dean replied taking his place by their father's side.
Sam scoffed, "Of course. You know what? I'm leaving."
"Sammy, don't be like that" Dean started, as if they had the argument before.
"No, Dean! I'm sick of this! I want a normal life that doesn't involve supernatural every fucking day!" The youngest Winchester yelled outraged collecting things around the room.
John put a shirt on and said with his arms crossed in front of his chest, "And where would you go? You have no where to go Sam."
"Stanford. I was accepted last week." Sam replied coldly. Tony could see the pride in younger Dean's eyes, but the boy didn't do anything.
"Then go. But if you walk out that door, don't you ever come back!" John yelled at the boy.
Sam didn't move an inch, "Fine! See you in hell!" And walked out the door.
The scene faded again and now the uncle and niece were in the warehouse once again. Tony inhaled deeply; this Trickster knew how to mess with him. He wished he had gotten a normal prank similar to Natasha's; even Dean's was acceptable.
Dean looked at him, "How old were you?"
"I thought you said no chick-flick moments?" Tony joked with a small smile on his lips.
"Well," Dean started, "if you didn't notice before, I'm a chick, I'm allowed to have those then."
"Nine." Tony answered walking towards the door and tried to open it, it did.
Dean glared at the door, "The son of a bitch didn't even show his face."
"No, now let's get the hell out of here before he changes his mind."
Soo… What did you think of this? John's hypocrite, I know. Comments!