Day 1)
Scottie set a piece of pie on the table.
"What is this?" Dean looked at her.
"Pie?" Scottie sat across from him, "Why? You don't like pie?"
"Of course I like it," Dean reached for the fork.
"Sorry, I've been stressed."
"You said yes to an angel," Dean lifted a forkful towards his mouth, "I don't blame you for being stressed."
Scottie went quiet as Dean ate a bite.
"Oh my god," he said, his mouth full, "You made this?"
"Is it really that bad?"
"It's delicious."
"What?"
"You didn't poison it or anything did you?" Dean asked after his mouth was full again.
"Why would it be?" Scottie sat in disgust as Dean continued eating.
Day 2)
Two pies were sitting on the counter.
"Trying to stay on Dean's good side?" Sam asked Scottie.
"Don't be silly," she kept stirring something, "Soufflés are in the oven."
"Are you really Scottie?" Sam walked around her
"I bake when I'm stressed," Scottie smiled nervously.
"She's right," Reyna walked in and took a piece, "once, she had a test on anatomy and literally made a human skeleton out of pastries."
Day 5)
Dean sat on the couch, eating out of a pie pan.
"Y'know," blueberry dripped from his lips, "Could use less filling."
"Sorry," Scottie slid another cake into the oven, "Text Sam. We're out of eggs."
"Already?" Dean took another bite, "He just bought eighteen this morning."
"I made soufflés and cake," Scottie put her hands on her hips, "I need more than that."
Day 8)
"What's for breakfast?" Sam asked, his hair messed up.
"I made a casserole," Scottie told him.
"Have any milk?" Sam held onto the fridge's handle.
"No!" Scottie yelled, "Don't!" It was too late. Almost every type of baked good started pouring out of the fridge.
Sam stood in annoyance, "Do you even sleep?"
"Not well," Scottie bit her lip.
Day 10)
"Put me down!" Scottie screamed.
"You're going out," Sam muttered as Scottie was over his shoulder, "You're kinda heavy,"
"My body's apparently made for childbearing," she replied, "And my diet has been nothing but pastries.
"Dean. Cas. Reyna," Sam barked, "Get out here."
The three reluctantly followed Sam.
"Why don't you put the baking goddess down?" Dean told Sam.
"Did your brother just call me a goddess?" Scottie patted Sam's back.
"Is that an anti-possession tattoo?" Cas asked.
"Those are my panties," Scottie hit Sam's back, "I DON'T WANT PEOPLE LOOKING AT MY ASS SAMUEL."
"No, keep her," Reyna smirked, "Maybe I can see if she actually tattooed your name there."
"REYNA!" Scottie pounded on Sam's back.
Sam ignored Scottie, "Reyna, make sure Scottie doesn't drive off or anything."
"Why would I drive off?" Scottie asked, "Sammy. Help. I'm losing bloodflow."
"Sure thing," Reyna looked back at Sam, "Where are we going?"
"Just make sure she drives," Sam glared at Reyna and set Scottie down, "You better settle down."
"Your fallen angel just looked up my skirt," Scottie fixed her skirt, "I feel violated."
Scottie and Reyna were on a walkie talkie, talking to Sam, Dean, and Cas.
"Where are we going?" Scottie whined
"There's a Wendigo in Wisconsin," Sam said over the walkie talkie, "We need to go stop it."
"Scottie is this you?" Dean's voice sounded, "Because I swear to god-"
"Is what me?" Scottie asked.
"Baby," Dean muttered, "I'm pulling over."
"Is that a good idea?" Cas sat up a little.
"She's smoking, Cas."
"But that's a good thing."
"Not now," Dean started to pull the Impala over to the side of the road, The firebird soon following.
"What now?" Scottie rolled down her window.
Dean opened the hood of the Impala, causing smoke to almost suffocate him.
"The Wendingo can wait," Dean closed the hood, "I have to get her fixed."
"Does this mean you have to ride with us?" Reyna looked out of her window.
Scottie was driving the Firebird with Reyna in the passenger seat and Cas, Dean, and Sam in the back.
"We could have walked," Cas muttered.
"Do you want to?" Dean looked at him, "The closest motel is in 5 miles."
"I guess not," Cas looked out the window.
"This is all your fault," Dean looked at Sam.
"My fault?" Sam looked surprised.
"Boys," Scottie growled.
"Yes," Dean continued, "We could have been working on the big picture."
"What big picture?"
"Scottie and Reyna."
"I swear to god," Scottie looked at the two of them, "I will turn this damn car around if you two don't stop it."
The boys were quiet until of course, Sam moved.
"Give me room!" Dean yelled.
"You have enough room, Dean!"
"No I don- SCOTTIE." Their shoes turned to flames.
"Will you two shut the hell up?" Scottie yelled even louder.
As soon as they were quiet, their shoes were reduced to smoke.
"I really wish you'd stop that," Reyna muttered to Scottie.
"Someone needs to take charge around here," Scottie growled again.
"Let's just find a motel and settle," Dean told her.
"I could just turn around," Scottie smirked.
"I swear to god," Sam leaned forward, "If you do that-"
"What, Sam?" Scottie asked, "What will you do? Kill me? You know what, Sam? Eat my Shorts."
Everyone was quiet while Cas thought what she said over, "you're not wearing shorts and it's be-"
"Shut up, Cas," everyone else said in unison, in which Cas obeyed.
The five of them pulled up to the Sunny Night motel, in probably the middle of nowhere. Except for a gas station, a bar, and a motel.
"Reminds me of Night Vale," Reyna looked around.
"Perfect," Dean got out of the car, "I'll make a few calls and then Scottie."
"I'm not baking Dean-"
"I'm going to give you a treat."
The bar was filled with people, all drinking and smoking. Scottie coughed, "Dean, this probably isn't such a good idea."
"Nonsense," he smiled, "You have your ID?"
Scottie pulled out the plastic card, "I'm not drinking, Dean"
"You've baked enough,"'Dean looked her in the eyes, "You're drinking."
Reluctantly, Scottie sat with Dean at the bar. Dean ordered drinks.
"Do you see any guys you like?" Dean asked after he took a swig.
"What?" Scottie glared.
"You're a virgin, right?"
"What?" Scottie repeated.
"You let Reyna get Garth. You're definitely a virgin."
Scottie started to say something, "If this is about Sam-"
"Believe me," Dean smiled, "I wouldn't get in between you two. Now drink up."
Scottie downed the drink. She scrunched up her face.
"You are so lucky I'm here," Dean ordered her more drinks.
Another guy walked into the bar, kind of stumbling towards the other side. He was dressed in leather and Denim.
Scottie, who was taking another drink, started choking.
"Wow," Dean laughed, "You are like really weak."
"Him," Scottie pointed.
Dean followed her gaze, "Him?"
Scottie nodded.
"You go talk to him," Dean took a drink, "If you get lucky, remember to use protection."
Scottie playfully punched him and started walking towards him. Right before she was about to say hello, she ran back to Dean.
"I can't do it!" Scottie whispered loudly.
"Just do it," Dean glared, "I am not being your wingman."
Scottie took a deep breath and once again, walked over to the guy.
"Come here often?" Scottie sat next to him in an awful attempt at flirting.
"Do I know you?" The guy blinked and then ordered a drink.
"Scottie," she smiled, "Your's?"
He coughed. Or it seemed like it. There was a strange noise instead of a normal human cough.
"I'm not sure what my name is," he stared into his drink.
"Oh," Scottie quieted, "So where are you from?"
"Kansas," He thought about it again, "I think."
"My friend's from there too," Scottie smiled.
"Whose your friend?" He looked up and saw Dean. His eyes widened, "I'll be right back."
"Seriously?" Scottie muttered to herself, "First guy I actually try to get with is gay."
"Dean?" The guy stared at Dean.
"Yes?" Dean looked up, "If you're looking for something, my friend over there is interested. Not me."
"You mean," The guy looked offended, "You don't recognize me?"
"Sorry," Dean said after a good luck, "Did you know my father?"
He nodded, "That's how I met you. I'm... I'm. Oh what?"
"Don't strain yourself," Scottie muttered as she took a seat next to Dean.
The guy coughed again. The strange sound came from his throat again. It sounded familiar.
Dean looked up, "Sorry," he laughed, "I thought I heard something."
"Like what?" Scottie glared, "My gaydar?"
"Funny," Dean lifted his drink to his lips, "I thought I heard the Impala."
"That's it," the guy smiled, "That's what you call me. Or my favorite, 'Baby'."
Dean spit out his drink, "What?"
"I'm the Impala," The "Impala" sat down.
"But the Impala's a car..." Scottie tried to process the thought.
"Some guy came along and did something to me," His breathing quickened, "Like one moment I'm in misery and the next..." he gestured to himself.
"Listen here, dude-" Dean started.
"If it's a choice," The Impala smiled, "I prefer the term 'Baby'."
Scottie couldn't help but smirk. Dean glared at her, "Shut up."
Scottie stiffened, "What did the guy look like?"
"I can't remember," He shook his head, "But he kept eating something. I found this." He pulled out a candy wrapper from his pocket.
"Prove it," Dean looked at him again, "Prove to me that you're the Impala."
He sighed and stood up. He turned his back to Dean and lifted his shirt. Two marks engraved and scabbed over:
S.W. D.W
He dropped his shirt and coughed again. this time, a lego fell into his hand. He handed it to Dean, "I believe this is Your's?"
"Sam," Dean slammed the hotel door shut, "We have a problem."
"If Scottie's arrested," Sam didn't look up from his computer screen, "You're busting her out."
"Sam," Dean turned serious, "A Trickster got to the Impala."
"Baby," the Impala corrected.
"You brought a guy back to the room?" Sam looked up, "I thought you brought Scottie so-"
"Sam," Dean glared, "He's Baby."
"You know," the Impala looked at Dean, "You are much smaller when you're inside me."
Sam laughed loudly, "Why would you think that?"
"Because," Dean held out his hand with the Lego, "He coughed this out. Also." He turned the Impala around and lifted his shirt, revealing the scabs.
"But-" Sam stared.
"He also found this," Dean threw the candy wrapper at Sam.
"Trickster," Sam's eyes widened, "How did you find him?"
"Scottie," Dean rubbed his temples, "She... flirtedwithhim."
"Sorry, what?" Sam looked at his brother.
"She flirted with him, alright?" Dean made his voice louder.
Sam laughed, "She's probably upset you left with him and not her."
Dean glared, "Shut up."
"So what do we do?" Sam asked, "Find the trickster?"
"That still won't solve it," Dean sighed, "He has to change him back /then/ we kill him."
"Well do you know who it was?" Sam looked at the Impala.
"He..." the Impala thought, "Had a face."
"Well that definitely narrows it down," Sam threw his hands into the air.
"I remember the shop," The Impala thought aloud.
"Comin' in bee-yochs," Reyna opened the door of their room.
"Wow, Reyna," Sam said sarcastically, "Could you be any more annoying."
"Wow, Sam," Reyna mocked, "Could you?"
"Reyna? Right?" The Impala questioned.
"Yes?" Reyna looked confused, "Who is he?"
"The Impala," Dean said, "A Trickster got to her when she was in the shop."
"It's kind of obvious it's a guy," Reyna smirked, "What was his name?"
"Micas Tetra Irk," Dean sighed, "Why?"
"It's an anagram for 'I am a Trickster'."
"Son of a bitch," Dean kicked the dresser in the room.
"Relax, Dean," Reyna couldn't help but smile, "Me and Cas will find the Trickster."
"Why you two?" Dean narrowed his eyes.
"Because you three always run off," Reyna crossed her arms, "So I think it's mine and Cas's turn."
Sam thought for a moment, "You're right. Go."
Dean looked at his brother and then looked back at Reyna, "If I find out either one of you is hurt or something freaky happens to you two, I'm cracking skulls."
"Chill there, Mr. Vernon," Reyna rolled her eyes, "We'll take the Firebird."
"Reyna, are you crazy?" Cas asked from the passenger seat, "You are running out on a limb."
"Crazy would be sitting at the motel doing nothing," she replied.
"Do you even know how to kill a trick-"
"Stake dipped with the blood of one of its victims."
"And?"
"I hope Dean won't mind a cut in Baby," Reyna held onto her stake.
"What if he gets to the Firebird?"
"He won't. If he does," Reyna gripped the stake and made a stabbing motion.
"Dean, it's freezing out," Scottie shivered.
"Well maybe if you actually started dressing warm instad of cute," Dean glared.
"You think I'm cute?" Scottie grinned.
"Stop it," Sam rolled his eyes.
"Why are we even staying out here?" Scottie whined.
"Because when Baby turns into ACTUAL Baby," Dean replied, "How are we going to get her out."
"Him," Baby replied, "Dean, why don't you trust me?"
"Because..." Dean thought, "of reasons."
"Reasons?"
"Yes, Reasons."
"Like what kind of Reasons?"
Dean quieted down.
"Dean, if this is because of what you did to me-"
"It's not."
"What did he do?" Scottie whispered to Sam.
"Shocked you didn't know," Sam laughed, "Dean smashed the car and built it back up."
"You were angry-"
"Shut up, Baby."
"-I understand-"
"No you don't."
"-your parents and friends are dead-"
"I said shut up!" Dean yelled.
"Ship it," Scottie muttered under her breath.
Reyna and Cas pulled up to the shop in the Firebird.
"It looks empty," Cas said as he got out of the Firebird.
"That's what he wants you to think," Reyna stepped out, "He's probably sitting there like Pooh Bear."
"What?" Cas tilted his head.
"Like the stories?" Reyna looked at him but gave up when he still looked confused.
The two of them walked towards the shop.
"It's locked," Cas said after he pulled on the handle, "Guess we have to go back."
"Shut up," Reyna pushed him to the side and tried to pick the she couldn't get it to unlock insantly, she ended up kicking the door with her converse.
As soon as the door opened, Reyna walked in without a thought.
"Maybe this isn't a good idea," Cas insisted again.
"Why would you say that?" Reyna turned around, unaware of her surroundings.
"For one," Cas gestured around where the stood, "We're in a forest."
Reyna looked around and sure enough, they were in a lavious forest instead of the old car shop in the middle of nowhere.
"SCREW YOU, YOU DICK!" Reyna screamed at no one.
"Calm down there," A little girl sat in a tree, her legs dangling from one of the limbs.
"Who are you?" Cas asked her.
"I'm Mel," She jumped down, "Who are you."
"Tell me where the trickster is,you b-" Reyna stepped forward but Cas held her back.
"Reyna, calm down," Cas looked back to the girl, "I'm Casti-"
"Trickster?" Mel smiled, "I'm kind of a trickster myself."
"Switching the cereal boxes don't count," Cas turned his back and looked at Reyna.
"Are you sure?" A man's voice now came from where Mel had stood.
Reyna and Cas stared at the man who stood there, he looked young like mid twenties.
"Surprised?" He smirked.
"It's a good thing the Impala isn't real all of the time," Scottie told Sam.
"Why would you say that?" Sam laughed.
"They've been arguing for the last twenty minutes," Scottie sighed, "If that car still works, I'll actually start doing my job."
"Start? You've been doing this for years."
"Well since I found out who I am… I haven't killed anything."
"Is that bad?"
"Sam, I let a demon walk free because I thought he was cute."
"Scottie, this isn't about you," Dean barked and looked at Baby again, "I just want you to know I care about you."
"I know that-" Baby started.
"I built you up after I destroyed you."
"It's for the best Dean-"
"Jesus Christ. Why?" Scottie groaned.
"You're the Trickster?" Reyna shifted her weight.
He nodded, "Much better than Gabriel. And he was an Archangel."
"Change Baby back," Cas insisted.
"What?" The Trickster looked at Cas and then back to Reyna.
"Dean's car," Reyna hissed, "The Impala?"
"Of course," the Trickster smiled, "On one condition."
"What?" Reyna narrowed her eyes.
"Forget about this town," his smile widened, "This town didn't exist. I don't exist. Your friends won't remember. Rarely anyone ever comes out of this town alive."
"That's why it seemed so sudden," Cas realized, "It's like the Bermuda triangle."
He nodded again, "Exactly. This is where I live. And whenever hunters come anywhere near here, they're left with a few scars they have no clue where they came from."
"How do we forget?" Reyna asked.
"Reyna, no," Cas protested.
"Fight me," the Trickster replied to Reyna.
Reyna took a deep breath, "Alright."
The Trickster smiled again and snapped his fingers, this time, they were in the Coliseum. Dressed in gladiator outfits. A sword in the Trickster's hand, the stake in Reyna's.
"Dean," Sam pulled his brother out from the argument and away from Scottie, "I need to talk to you."
"About?" Dean asked, slightly annoyed.
"It's about Scottie."
"Sam, I'm sick and tired of you two talking about each other to me, just kiss her already."
"I'm not-" Sam waved away the thought, "She's going to die."
"I know that Sam."
"But here's the weird thing," Sam grabbed his brother's shoulders, "I saw her die. In the same way I saw Jessica."
"You care about her Sam, that's why. Everytime you care about someone, something happens to them. They move on or they die. And frankly, you don't seem to do either. So let Scottie be Scottie or Gwen or Mrs. Sam Winchester or whatever. I need to talk to Baby."
Sam let Dean walk back to the conversation as he sighed. He was just not going to catch a break.
"Rules are simple," The Trickster said, "First one to spill the opponent's blood wins. Or if the opponent begs for their life."
Unlike the scenery, there was a large light in the middle of the stadium and a loud whistle signaling to start the fight.
Reyna stepped forward first, the Trickster already had somehow managed to appear behind her. He tutted and launched. Reyna knew what to do, she grabbed his arm and swung him over her shoulder. A classic move from her self defense classes. She put one foot on his chest, letting her shining metal boots scrape his breastplate. She stood with both feet, feeling it start to collapse under her weight. The Trickster pulled her to the ground and stood over her. In a swift moment, Reyna's stake was an inch from his chest.
"I surrender," the Trickster dropped his sword in defeat.
"There's a problem with that," Reyna stabbed him in the chest, "You said Or."
The Trickster fell to his knees, the stake penetrated his heart.
"It feels good to have Baby back," Dean smiled from the driver's side.
"Think of all of the trouble I went through to get him back to normal Dean," Reyna said over the walkie talkie.
"Thanks Reyna for killing a Trickster," Dean said, "Now give your sister a few tips in flirting."
"Why?" Reyna looked over at her sister.
"The only two people she's actually been interested in has been my car and my brother."
Reyna rolled her eyes, "Sure thing, Dean."
"Next stop," Sam took the walkie talkie from Dean (in case Dean embarrassed Scottie anymore), "Wisconsin."