Akuma's P.O.V.
I grabbed the jacket from back of one of the chairs, slipped it on while I hurried out the door, feeling the embarrassment wash over me as the door slammed shut. As soon as I was outside I could feel the cool early morning air hit my flushed skin, calming me a bit, though I couldn't get the heavy weight off of my chest. My strides were long as I walked, trying my best to put as much distance between the motel and myself as possible, and as quickly as possible. I sucked in a deep breath, slowing my minor anxiety attack and let my eyes close as I rested my head against one of the walls in the alleyway that I had ducked into. How could I have been having a sex dream about Dean? Out of all the people, it just had to be him. I groaned and opened my eyes carefully, making sure that I was calm enough that they would be in their human form and not black with my demon side.
A sudden scream drew my attention and I moved out of the alley and into the parking lot across that it opened up into. I could hear a loud growling sound from across the lot and I ducked out into the open to see what was causing the attack, pulling a blade from my jacket. It looked like I forgot to empty my pockets again, but it was a good thing that I didn't. To my surprise I was facing a man that was no older than myself being chowed down on by an alligator. My jaw dropped and the blade slipped from my grip as I took a step back and swallowed hard, panic rising in my chest. This alligator was fucking huge, probably longer than I was tall, and I couldn't believe my eyes. I stood there frozen as the man was devoured by the beast, though I could see a man lurking and from out of the corner of my eye. I could just barely make out his figure as he laughed at everything that was going on. He had his hand up to his mouth as if he was eating something, which would explain the small interruptions in his laughter. He must have seen me because he glanced at me and we made eye contact for a moment before he disappeared into the shadows. I turned my attention back to the alligator and swallowed hard when it turned its head towards me and let out a long and low hiss. There was no way I could stand a chance against that thing while I was this panicked and especially not after everything else that happened. I took a deep breath and turned, running back to the hotel at a full sprint, slamming the door behind me and leaning against it the moment I was inside. The cold from the door seeped through my clothes but I welcomed it. My skin was burning from running and because of the way Alice waggled her eyebrows at me.
"You alright there, Akuma?" Sam asked, lifting an eyebrow at me from where he sat at the table. I shook my head and bent over at the waist, resting my hands on my knees and sucking in a breath, trying to fill my lungs. I couldn't get rid of the image of the gator with blood dripping from its mouth out of my mind and it was freaking me out.
"Uh... no." I muttered when no one spoke, swallowing hard and closing my eyes.
"What's wrong?" Alice asked from right beside me and I jumped slightly when I felt her hand on my shoulder. I lifted my head a bit and opened my eyes to see her crouched in front of me actually looking concerned. I was a bit wary but she knew that I only had two fears; my father and anything with scales and sharp teeth. She used to tease me a lot by putting fake snakes in my bed until I had a really big freak out one day over it because it felt so damned real.
"There's been another murder." I spat out, pushing hair from my face and meeting my sister's eyes, dropping my gaze when she removed her hand from my shoulder.
"Where? How do you know?" Sam piped up again and I looked over at him, letting out a low groan.
"I saw it. Giant alligator, down the street." I said, rolling my eyes when Alice giggled. She straightened up and dragged me with her, her eyes twinkling when she spoke.
"Awe, is someone a little scared of an alligator?" She teased and I wanted to be mad but only smiled at her in response. She must be coming around if she was teasing me. I wasn't completely sure though and didn't really want to get too hopeful about it, though it was kind of hard.
"Like, a sewer gator?" I looked up as Dean spoke, my face going a little red when he met my eyes. I swallowed hard and leaned my head back against the door, nodding in response.
"Yeah, just like that." I uttered, pushing myself of the door and shrugging out of my jacket. "We should get to work… we really need to figure this out." I said, dropping the jacket on a chair and sitting down as they all uttered agreements.
Alice's P.O.V.
Sam had gone out and brought everyone the strongest coffee that he could find while I hit the books, trying to figure out what the hell this thing is and why it was using the most obscure ways to kill people. It was still pretty early, but Sam and Dean had both changed into their Fed threads in preparation to go to the new crime scene; we were all hoping that they could pick something up there that would help.
"Besides a giant gator, did you see anything else?" Sam asked my sister and I looked up again. That dream had been pretty vivid for all of us and she was doing her best not to say anything, though she needed to. I could tell she was super freaked about seeing a gator. She'd had this weird fear of them ever since she saw a horror movie where reptiles were eating people but it had never been a reality until now. It was kind of a funny fear, but right now she looked paler than normal and kind of looked like she wanted to puke on the table.
"Uh, yeah, there was a man standing across from me. He was watching the attack, as if he was enjoying it. I think he might have been eating something as well." She explained, finally running a brush through her hair. It was so ridiculously long at this point and I was still upset with her so I hadn't gotten around to cutting it. I felt like I was holding onto no real anger at this point; I kind of felt like I was mostly doing it to hurt her like she hurt me but we had all been ostracizing her pretty bad. I hadn't realized how bad it was getting until she had looked at me with fear and shock when I tried to comfort her earlier.
"Could you I.D. him?" I asked, pulling my legs up and under me as I typed away on my computer, trying to find some sort of information.
"He actually kind of looked like the janitor from the building where the first vic was." She offered and I stopped typing, lifting my gaze to her instead. Thinking back, the man was strange and did have a weird vibe that radiated from him. I frowned and pushed my hair back from my face, taking a moment to think before I spoke
"Really?" I stood up and went over to my duffle bag and pulled out an old book out from the very bottom. I brushed over the old leather book cover with my fingertips, taking in the feeling of the old worn texture with a small smile. I've had this book for as long as I can remember; I thought that it was given to me as a birthday present but I couldn't remember. The book was extremely old so the pages were made of wax parchment and it was all handwritten in Latin. A few of the passages had been translated in a handwriting that I couldn't recognize, but it was still readable. I had never shown the book to anyone before, maybe because I had a special connection with it; it was my favourite book. I traced the indented title with my thumb and let my eyes graze over the lettering, though it was a word I couldn't recognize. I carefully flipped open the book to a translated page that spoke of a trickster, being careful not to wreck the frail pages. I bit my lower lip, reading about the habits and the motive of the trickster. It was a rare and powerful species that can warp reality, time and space. Maybe I was wrong about this one because it was such an uncommon occurrence, but I had this feeling that we were dealing with something powerful, something that we'd never seen before.
"Hey, the cops just called. Said that they found parts of our vic in the sewers, as well as a crap load of candy bar wrappers." Dean walked back into the room, sounding like he was a bit tired; but we were all tired. I stifled a yawn with my hand and read over page again and checked over my shoulder, looking at Dean for a moment.
"I think we're dealing with a trickster." I sat back in my chair and looked up more lore about them on my computer, which didn't help at all considering that no one has really seen one before. I sighed at the small amount of information and ran a hand through my hair, considering opening a translator so that I could read the rest of the passage. I was about to go to it when I flipped the page and noticed more translated information.
"A what?" Sam asked and I turned to him just in time to catch his frown of confusion.
"Trickster." I sat forwards and traced the words with my finger. "It says here that they are Demigod-like immortal creatures that thrive on creating mischief and mayhem. With the power to make objects materialize out of thin air, the Trickster accomplishes its destructive feats via unusual and often humorous means, its intent to humble the self-important. The Trickster's metabolism is such that it craves sugary treats and consumes calories voraciously." I read from the page, running the parchment between my fingers as I did so. My eyes scanned over the handwriting again, admiring the calligraphy. "They are a very rare species, not many hunters have ever crossed paths with one."
"Makes sense, that's why you guys have been at each other's throats ever since we got here. He's playing with you guys. You know the computer thing, and your car." Akuma piped up from the couch. Her knees were up again and she was holding a pencil, writing in her journal. She'd been writing in that a lot lately and I wanted to ask but we weren't even close to being on those terms yet so I didn't bother.
"That explains your, uh, your dream." Sam sounded like he was trying to laugh and I cracked a smile while Akuma glared between the two of us, her face going a light shade of red. The dream was an experience and a half, but it was also pretty fucking funny… to me anyways.
"But wait, how come you haven't been 'tricked'?" Akuma turned her attention fully to me, her eyebrow raising and tone holding a mixture of jealousy and annoyance.
"Actually, yeah, why haven't you been messed with yet?" Dean piped up too and I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to think back. They were both right, I hadn't been tricked at all which was really weird. Throughout this I had been cranky, but that was definitely due to things that had nothing to do with this trickster. I frowned and rubbed a hand over my mouth, leaning forward a bit more.
"That is weird. I don't know." I grabbed my book from where I set it on the table and scanning the page again. "It doesn't say anything why it wouldn't play tricks on anyone. They like wreaking havoc on as many people as they can." I let out a soft sigh and shook my head in frustration. Maybe his way of screwing with me was by not actually screwing with me.
"Well, if it is the janitor, he was like eyeing you up and stuff. Maybe he likes you or something." I turned my attention to Sam as he spoke purely because he sounded jealous again. I lifted my eyebrows when I met his eyes, smirking when I noticed that his face was a bit red.
"That's not creepy at all." Akuma shot, her voice was joking but we all into a pretty awkward silence after that.
"Does that book of yours tell us how to kill it?" Dean asked, finally breaking the silence. I glanced at the page again and scanned it until I found a title I recognized, glad that this part was also translated. Come to think of it, I had only ever seen two or three passages in this thing translated.
"Yeah," I began to read from the book. "To kill a Trickster one must obtain a stake dipped in the blood of its victim and plunge it into the creature's heart." I shut the book and chewed on my lower lip.
"Alright, we gotta find the next victim then. You know...since the last one is being digested inside of an alligator and all." Sam joked and I smirked a bit when I saw Akuma shiver from the corner of my eye.
Dean's P.O.V.
I sighed as the others took off in their different directions. We had agreed it would cover more ground if we split up, but Sam and Alice had the weapons and I felt like we were in Scooby Doo and making crappy decisions. I hadn't fully agreed with splitting up but the others had insisted and I'd been forced to go along with it. I sucked in a breath and headed towards the auditorium, searching for lights and freezing when the some mood lights lit up on what looked like a stage. I frowned and moved forward, lifting my eyebrows when I noticed that there were women that looked a bit like strippers, on a bed in the middle of the stage. "The hell?"
"Like what you see? You can have them." Came a low voice from somewhere in the darkness. I made my way to the stage and scanned the area until I saw the janitor, a short guy with an older style haircut; his honey coloured hair slicked back. He really didn't look that intimidating, but from what he had done, I knew that I couldn't get away with underestimating him.
"So you're the bad guy?" I shifted my weight and moved for the weapon I had. Even if I couldn't kill him I could fight him off until one of the others got here. Hopefully the first one that showed up would be Sam or Alice, but Akuma could be pretty terrifying so I wouldn't complain about that either.
"I'm not bad...I'm something else." The trickster moved away and I was about to go over to him, swearing when I felt the then the strippers knock the knife from my hand and pull me back to the bed. I struggled a bit but they were all pretty strong and had their hands quite literally all over me. I narrowed my eyes and pulled lightly, though I was distracted when the door slammed open. I turned my head and watched Akuma walk in and down so she was only a few stairs away from the stage, a look of slight annoyance but entertainment on her face.
"Dean, this is not the time to get laid!" She called out, moving forward but stopping when the trickster moved into her line of sight.
"Akuma, yes, I've heard a lot about you...demon child." His voice was low, sounding dangerous. I frowned as he called her the demon child, judging by his tone he wasn't the type to hang out with demons and they were really the only ones that knew about what she was. I didn't get much of a chance to think more on the comment though because Akuma was already in motion, her face changing from annoyance to anger.
"'Scuse me, bitch." Akuma didn't hesitate as she walked up to the trickster, her eyes dark but staying normal as she moved. I tried to pull forward again but was yanked back, swearing as the thing pulled out a long, silver blade that didn't look like any weapon I had ever seen. In one, quick movement, he lunged and swiped the blade down as if he was going to attack her face, though it met her arm instead. He was faster than I had thought he would be, I knew that Akuma was fast because of her demon side but this was something that I'd never seen before. Alice should have read more in that book of hers about this creature so we could have known more. The moment it hit there was a sound similar to a sizzle and a dark blue, almost black light emitted from the wound as she shrieked loud, the sound grating against my ears as she stumbled back, the wound shining for a bit longer before fading and revealing a thin line that barely dripped any blood, as if it had been cauterized. I stared in shock at what had happened and turned towards the trickster as I tried to get away from the strippers again, lifting my eyebrows at the look of shock on his face. Akuma looked completely pissed now and was about to launch herself at him when she was thrown back and landed somewhere out in the seats. I struggled hard against the strippers, only managing to break away from one before there was a fighting noise and the trickster came down, crashing through the seats and landing hard on the stage, a bit of blood dripping from his mouth.
"Bite me, bitch." Akuma called down from the seats where she was now standing, her voice holding a slight growl. I was practically frozen, I had seen Akuma fight before, but never actually showing her demon side. I could feel the fear settle low in my chest, making me nervous. I muttered an 'oh shit' under my breath as I watched her prowl, her back arching slightly, her lips drawn back over her teeth, she has practically primal. I sunk back into myself, knowing that I didn't want to get into the middle of this fight.
My eyes shot across the room as the door was kicked open, only to reveal that Sam and Alice had heard the commotion as come to the rescue. They both had their weapons drawn, though Sam and I looked to each other, my eyes trying to tell him that I needed these strippers off me. Alice and Sam separated, Alice going down the aisle and Sam working his way across the back and down the opposite side.
Akuma's P.O.V.
I turned my gaze from the trickster to the doors when they opened to reveal Sam and Alice and I relaxed slightly, though I was still pissed. I had no idea what that asshole had cut me with but it was sharp and it fucking burned. I stopped my prowl to bend and pick up the weapon the thing had dropped, my eyes returning to his as he stood and I started moving again. I was about to launch myself at him when I felt more than heard Alice scream "Stop!" in the moment I hesitated the trickster knocked me to the ground again and grabbed the blade from my hand, lifting it above his head like he was ready to stab me with it. I was about ready to kick him off of me again when a pair of arms wrapped around the things body and lifted him up and off. I rolled out and away and stood up a small distance away, watching as Alice came up, ready to stab him, though she stopped a few inches away, her face pale.
"What the hell Alice?!" I demanded, moving forward with my hand out. I was prepared to force her to stab him but Sam got to it first by shoving the trickster onto her, the blade making a sick sucking sound when it sunk into his body. Alice stumbled backwards, letting his body slump to the floor. His body turned to dust and Sam reaching out over the pile to touch Alice, making sure she was okay. I growled and turned to look at Dean taking in his pale face.
"I'm so done with this shit…. If you need me I'll be at the strip club across the street." I growled, running a hand through my hair before storming past everyone and out the door.