A/N: OK. It's been a while and I apologise.

I haven't written for this in a wee bit and I've only managed to create some Filler that turns into some Plot by the end.

Six Months Later:

There was an awkward silence to pass first. Then Hunting was driven in like there was no tomorrow. It seemed like Dean was trying to forget about ever meeting Castiel, Sam couldn't say the same for either Castiel or Gabriel.

Sam had received cryptic texts from an Unknown Number a few days after both Angel Fish had left, fun and games at first and then, of course, he introduced himself as 'The Trickster' Sam found it oddly comforting. He missed Gabriel and now this 'Trickster' seemed to be helping him get through it. He was purposefully drawing a slight blind eye towards what dangers this Trickster could bring because thus far nothing had happened. Sam needed someone to talk to or have a friend outside of Dean.

Bobby has asked a Jody and Ellen to keep an eye or ear out for anyone who resembled the descriptions of Castiel, Gabriel and Michael. But so far during the six months pass, nothing had come up so far, Bobby suspected he'd never see either Castiel or Gabriel again, he told Sam and Dean about keeping an eye out, Dean pretended not to care, Sam shrugged it off too.

Castiel didn't know any form of information from his first time on land anymore as the second he had returned home with Michael, Naomi tortured and wiped Castiel of all that held his free will and replaced it with obedience. He accepted the fact his and Michael's tails dissolved into nothing as he set foot on a riverbank. Clothes that consisted of what he was told was a suit and trench coat was waiting for him and Michael lead him to the first of many Demons to obliterate.

Michael had finished his business with Crowley, once Michael finished something he would kill to disengage repeats of past errors or deals. It was just his way.
Raphael, the third oldest Archangel Fish, who had originally insisted on staying behind to keep things in order joined Michael and Castiel in their quest to murder the King of Hell, Crowley.

While Castiel rested in the next room Michael and Raphael were discussing the Angel and his previous events

"If Gabriel weren't such a coward Crowley would have been dead months ago" Raphael snarled

"Gabriel is smart but the Human emotion of Fear and the idea of consequences took over his life. He was trying to manipulate Castiel in his ways. Lucifer set the beginnings of their downfall that you and I have had to pick up the pieces"

"Should we not have murdered Gabriel too?"

Michael's eyes darkened, "I will leave that to Castiel, if the Angel decides to end Gabriel I won't interfere. Gabriel knows he owns a target on his back"

"Crowley is being difficult. You would think a snivelling rat like him would be an easy find"

"Yes" Michael contemplated killing two birds with one stone "I believe the Winchesters may have a hand in that"

"Winchesters? The menaces that aided Gabriel in smuggling Castiel into the Human world"

Michael nodded "I think maybe we could use this situation to our advantage. I think we can use the Winchesters at a later date"

"Why wouldn't we just smite them?" Raphael interrupted

"We will, Brother. Patience is required of you. After you and I have finished Crowley I will have Castiel dismantle the Winchesters and the old Human known as Bobby Singer. Rest for now, Brother. I will inform Castiel of our plans. We leave tomorrow morning"

Sam and Dean were huddled in their grungy Hotel room for the Hunt, a few Demons were lurking around and they were the only ones close enough to handle them. Bobby had mentioned an up rise in Demonic activity in about five or six months and Sam and Dean unfortunately had to take the brunt of it.

Dean was settling down with a beer while Sam lay on his bed glued to his phone

"You haven't put that down nearly all day, should I be worried or proud?"

Sam didn't respond, Dean threw his sock at Sam's head marking a bullseye. Sam bounced up sputtering

"Dean?"

"You hearing me?"

"No, what?"

"Why are you so obsessed with your phone?"

"That's none of your business, Dean"

"OK. What's her name?"

"Huh?"

"Come on, you're only like this when someone else is involved. What's her name?"

Sam hadn't mentioned the Trickster yet, he wasn't sure how Dean would react to the knowledge of him texting a Demi-God that screwed with people whenever they wanted to just because they could.

"Uh... It's Jo"

"Right, 'cause you and her and inseparable now"

"What? I am allowed to talk to other people besides you, Dean"

Dean rolled his eyes "Whatever Bitch"

"Jerk"

"Then you won't mind if I have a look then" Dean snatched Sam's phone away

"Dean! Give me that back!" Sam leapt up from his bed to tackle Dean onto the spare bed, Sam tried to warp his arms around his Brother's failing limbs to retrieve his stolen item causing the pair rolled onto the floor, Sam pinned Dean down while the older Brother scrambled to hide the phone, Dean punched Sam in the face by instinct and attempted to get stable ground. Succeeding in doing so.

"You wouldn't be getting so defensive if it was Jo"

"Give me that back!"

"Who's 'Trickster' Sam?"

"No-one"

"Right, so..." Dean scrolled through some of the messages Sam and the Trickster had sent each other "You really are a girl, you know that?"

Sam got up and snatched the phone back "Shut up"

"Wow, great come back there, Samantha. Is this an actual Trickster is it a nickname you gave for kicks?"

"Dean, how would you like it if I went through your phone or screwed with the Impala" Sam dismissed the question

Dean froze, staring down his Brother "One, it would be the last thing you ever did and two, I'm going out, clearly you need some girly time to yourself"

"Dean!" Sam called to his retreating Brother but he was ignored. He didn't want Dean to be alone, they were there to Hunt Demons and it was late "Dean!" He repeated to the Impala turning off.

Huffing he went back inside and informed 'Trickster' about Dean knowing about their texting.

-My Brother found out. Can I ask you something?-

-Sure thing, Kiddo-

-Are you a real Trickster or do you just call yourself that?-

-Why? You're Brother trying to find me now?-

-No. Just answer the question-

-I wouldn't say Trickster, per se-
-I like to have fun when I want to and I'll take down any D-Bag who deserves it-

-Alright. Do you have a real name I can call you by?-

-You keep asking me that. I can go by Loki if that helps-

-Loki-

-Yes?-

-So you're called Loki but you're wouldn't say you're a Trickster. How does that work?-

-It just does-

-Are you a five-year-old now?-

-Shut your cake hole-

-Is that a yes?-

-No. I'm A LOT older than you think-

-Being Loki would probably make you, what, over a thousand years old?-

-Try a little higher-
-Actually don't-
-I don't want you to make me feel old-

Sam laughed replying to Loki's text.

-You win-

-I always do-

-Can't you take a victory without shame?-

-Not in my vocabulary, Kiddo-

-Great... I'm gonna go find my Brother, he won't have gone far. Goodnight, Loki-

Sam didn't get a reply afterwards.

He wished Dean hadn't found out because now Sam knew Dean would demand questions the second Sam found him and Sam will have to answer those questions because he really can't lie to Dean no matter how hard he tried. Stealing and hot-wiring a car Sam drove around to find Dean.

On his way across the car park of a bar that Dean had parked he noticed a figure that was eerily familiar, tall, dark dishevelled black hair and the trench coat. Sam was sure he was imagining things, the figure marched around a corner and disappeared by the time Sam jogged around.

"Castiel?"

Wasting no more time Sam dragged Dean out of the bar, not bothering to listen to Dean's whining about currently winning a game of pool.

Dean pulled a face "Sam, get off me. Go have fun with your Trickster boyfriend or girlfriend. I'm heading back in"

"I saw Castiel!"

"What?"

"About two minutes ago, he was here"

"Did you talk to him?"

"No, he vanished before I could get to him"

"So you didn't see him"

"Not really" Sam admitted regretfully.

"Sam, it's been six months, he's not coming back. I'm over it and so should you"

"Hello Boys. Is this a bad time?"

Both Sam and Dean drew their guns in sync

"What are you doing here, Crowley?" Dean snapped

"Here to ask for help"

"Help? Crowley you're a Demon, you don't get help from Hunters!" Sam yelled.

"If you help me then I can help you find your Fish out of Water"

Both Brother's were stunned into silence

"I see I have your attention"

Extra Note: I'm not trying to make Sam stupid or gullible or whiny in this Chapter.

More to come soon.