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When Odin appears, the Winchesters know this Odin is not the Odin they met in Indiana. This Odin was not torn to shreds at the hands of the fallen angel. This Odin was not reduced to a smear of red on a wall.

No, this is Odin the alien god.

Dean grudgingly steps aside to allow the All-Father through. He wonders if Gabriel will fight the god once he's within reach or if Loki even remembers his once father after Salem played operation. It doesn't take long for them to hear Loki muffled voice begin to rise. They can hear Loki scream and they wince when furniture is thrown against the wall.

"Why do you lie? TELL ME!"

The trickster's yells are smothered by a sharp twang of metal on metal and a burning ring splits the air. The pressure is too much as both brothers try to block out the thundering noise and brilliant light that can only mean the archangel is not happy. The building groans, wood and bricks splintering as the weight of power makes the world heavier. It knocks the air out of the Winchester's lungs, suffocating, and then it's gone. It's not long before Gabriel is heard singing softly in Enochian from beyond the thin wall.

As Dean takes a deep breath, a cold breeze drifts past him causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand. A whisper sings, "I'm the wind running through your hair…"

~~0O0~~

Frigga is next and she is not denied like Thor or greeted with fury like Odin. She is welcomed by both Dean and Sam as she enters their makeshift home. Gabriel is also hospitable, even going so far as giving her and Loki privacy to speak.

"Loki," she pulls the trickster close and holds him gently.

"Forgive me, your majesty but-"

"No," she whispers sharply, "You are never to call me that. You are my son."

Loki steps back, smiling thinly, "Lady Frigga, be reasonable. A woman of your station should not lower herself so. Surely, you do not wish to claim this monster as your own."

"Wh-what?"

"Is it not true my queen? I am not borne from your womb nor was I sired by the All-Father. I am the bastard son of Laufey, the dead king of Jotunheim."

"Loki-," Frigga tries to close the distance between them but Loki shifts away.

"Am I not one of the mindless beasts Asgard paints for her people? Do we not cower in the shadows and ice and feel nothing? Tell me why I should believe the love you say is real."

She draws near again until she grasps his face, eyebrows furrowing, "Blood or not you are my boy. I raised you and will always love you as my own."

"Oh, really?"

Frigga pushes her pain aside when Loki laughs. "I am not lying, Loki. I do love you even if I have not done enough to prove it. Even Thor and Odin love you, they both regret the pain they caused."

The god cants his head, grinning, "Why should I care? Why should a heartless beast feel anything for the golden ones that led him to the brink of madness? But most of all, why should I not destroy you right now and end the suffering I see in your eyes?"

Loki roars with laughter when she disappears in a shimmer of magic. His pale face breaks and dissolves and Mayhem is there. He's still giggling when he turns to the farthest corner of the room where Loki is shrouded in darkness.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

The god is shaking, tears running down his face. Mayhem makes a face, "Aw, come on. You said so yourself it was necessary, all part of the big picture or what not, remember?"

"Yes, you're right."

Edited: 10-30-2013