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[dean]

Another day, another monster. It was practically Dean's motto by this point. Stepping out of the Impala, Dean surveyed the area for any signs of the monster. It was a shape-shifter, and a particularly clever one too. Dean walked around the area before hearing a loud scream from a nearby alleyway. Rushing over to the alley, Dean saw the figure of someone stabbing another person with a knife. Shining a flashlight on the scene, he saw it was... Sam? Taking a step closer, Dean raised the Colt just in case. "...Sammy?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. Had he finally found his brother? His brother stepped closer, saying nothing.

It wasn't him. No, it was the shifter, probably trying to mess with him. Just in case, Dean rushed forward and pressed the blade of his silver knife to the shifter's cheek. Screaming, the shapeshifter stepped back before rushing forward and aiming a punch at Dean. Dean ducked and fired the Colt at the shifter. The bullets met their mark and killed it. Dean stood and stared down at the body. It never changed form before dying. Walking away from the alley, Dean wondered if Sam really was dead. He hadn't seen him in a long time.

[The Trickster]

{I got some TRICKSTERIN' muse at this time! So I'll just post here if you don't mind C: !}

They say everyone has their guardian angel watching out for them, making sure that all is well even in their darkest hour. Gabriel called bullshit on that one three ways to Sunday! Especially now when most of his brothers and sisters have become psychopathic douche bags with their heads rammed up their asses! Here he was watching out for Dean in disguised as a shabby, stinky, old homeless man huddled up in a dirty blanket. Shakily snacking away on a candy bar as though it was the only thing he could afford. Boy oh boy did he love candy! One of his absolute FAVORITE things that the humans made?

Candy of all shapes, sizes and types! He'd be damned if Lucifer or Michael took that away from him! Plus, he'd grown fond of them over time...would really suck QUIIIIITE a bit if anything HORRIBLY AWFUL happened to them. So shifting gears from his original goal of making Sam and Dean play their roles to get all that crap over with, the archangel Gabriel decided to help em' out. Honestly...the first go didn't quite work out according to plan...so it was time for a different approach. What was that approach going to be? This pseudo Trickster wasn't sure....that's why he was hiding in the shadows for so long.

That and it'd put those he actually gave a crap about in danger if he were to hop on out of the shadows too early being like `LOLHEYGUYS! I'M BAAAACK!`. Soooo yeah, he put that in the `dumb idea` column and didn't regret his decision once. Now though? Gabriel was done playing it safe and figured it was about time for a direct approach reunion toward the Winchesters! ...er...well...make that....A Winchester. The youngest went missing and now all he had was the eldest who managed to trick him on their first encounter which was NOT an easy task! Well it was a team effort, but still!

Slowly getting up, he trudged past the corpse trying to catch up with the man who loved his Impala and began calling out in a gruff, almost crazed tone. "Boy! Ey! Boy! Did ya hear 'bout the boy who slow danced with an alien after 'ee got probed?" That would have to get his attention...maybe even pique some suspicion in his ol' buddy. Letting out some drunken laughter, leaving a trail of candy wrappers as if they were bread crumbs, another chomp finishing of his current chocolatey treat added another carelessly dropped bit of crumpled up plastic remains. Oh his Father was this going to get an entertaining reaction! Especially cause earlier was all seriousness and drama with a shifter pretending to be his little bro.

Of course, he looked nothing like his usual self with that scruffy looking beard with who-knows-what stuck in it! ...looked like there was even a nest in there if someone looked close enough.

[dean]

The sound of a gruff voice stopped Dean, who turned around to see some old homeless dude hobbling towards him... eating candy. That was weird. What kind of homeless guy just kinda had ridiculous amounts of candy? Unless it wasn't a homeless guy. But, the only things Dean knew about that liked candy that much were Tricksters and the only one out there was dead. Dean wasn't really sure how to feel about Gabriel's death. The archangel did finally stand up to Lucifer and try to help them, sure, but he also killed Dean about a billion times a few years back. It was to teach Sam some lesson, but goddammit that whole thing sucked. Snapping out of his thoughts about the Trickster, Dean looked over the old guy. He looked... old. And homeless. Nothing really special to find in a dark alley, besides the whole candy thing.

What he was talking about was a little bit more interesting. As far as he could remember, Dean hadn't dealt with aliens before. Monsters? Demons? Angels? Sure. But aliens? Not really something he was used to. The whole thing was probably just this guy getting drunk and watched two kids do it somewhere. Though, that did lead to some... implications as to how it was that a boy was 'probed' by an alien. Dean tried not to dwell on that thought. After a moment of consideration, Dean decided that it technically could still be an alien - and if it was he was pretty much obligated to check it out. Though he really didn't think this drunk homeless guy actually saw an alien. "You sure you haven't just been drinking too much?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly as he spoke. Even after that sarcastic comment, Dean decided to go with the... alien thing. "What'd the alien look like?"

Dean couldn't help thinking about that candy more. Really, how did a homeless guy get that much candy? It wasn't like there was a candy store in that disgusting beard of his. That thing was probably filled enough with kittens or something. Finally, Dean decided to ask. "And what's with all the candy?" The thought of Gabriel popped into Dean's head again. The archangel could shapeshift, and he loved his candy... but how the hell could it be possible for Gabriel to be alive?

[The Trickster]

HAH! Here the arch angel was THROWING obvious hints at his friend and he just WASN'T getting it! Oh man, did he miss messing with the Winchester brothers! Or in this case BROTHER cause Sammy boy went missing or some crap like that. It was hard to tell these days, OH THOSE WINCHESTERS! Anyway! So here he was acting like a drunk hobo in a fabulous disguise leaving hints as to who it was that only those close and important to the rightfully nicknamed trickster could most likely pinpoint! "BOY, did I errerrr tell you candy is like the elixeeerrr of life? Whoerrreerrr invented it is AWESOME!"

Looking absolutely baffled for a good moment, he made it seem like it was a good time to gaze thoughtfully at absolutely nothing in particular. Shaking his head after a few seconds, he smiled drunkenly to the Winchester with fabulous taste in women. "AH! RIGHT! Da alien critter! Big buggy eyes n' a huge head! For that there dance he had, alien put on a cute lil' suit!" Waddling about, he got under a street light as though he was on the verge of having a dramatic moment.

Holding up his arms and gazing toward the starry sky with a huge as can be grin, before letting out one hell of a laugh while flailing his arms up and down. "Can ya even picture it, buddy boy?! DANCIN' ALIENS! The universe out there GOTTA be frrrrrrreeeeeeeenly..." ...and then he flopped forward on his face...more candy wrappers flopping out of his clothes.

[dean]

Now the crazy old guy was acting like he knew Dean from before or something... Maybe Dean saved him from Bigfoot or something like that. But this guy was just too obsessed with candy... It was starting to get weird. Dean didn't want to think this guy was Gabriel. That damned archangel... Dean didn't even know what to think about him. Sure he helped out at the last second, but... for the most part he just kinda tried to get them to go and be the angel's bitches because he didn't want to stand up to his family. Dean kinda liked him better than before, though. He did give him the information about the Rings of the Horseman... But there was really no feasible way for him to be alive. The devil ganked him with one of those archangel blades. Then again, coming back to life really wasn't uncommon to Dean.

The guy's story was also ridiculous enough to be Gabriel. The archangel wasn't known among the Winchesters for being really... sane. He had a weird sense of humor that usually ended with one or both of them in pain somehow. Dean wouldn't put it past the archangel to do this kind of thing... The only thing stopping Dean from flat-out believing that it was Gabriel was the fact that he was dead. Killed by the devil. Nobody seemed to come back after Lucifer killed them. Then again... Gabriel was an archangel. It was kind of their thing to do impossible stuff. In fact, Gabriel had done more impossible stuff than any other monster Dean knew about.

So, he'd just have to guess. "...Alright, Gabriel, cut the shit." Dean just had a way with word. "I know that's you." He was bluffing. Why would it really matter if some crazy old guy heard about Gabriel anyway? It's not like Dean had anything to lose in assuming the guy was Gabriel. And if it was... Well, good. Gabriel was one of the few things in the universe that had a chance of killing Lucifer.

[The Trickster]

Swifter than the wind's breeze and faster than the fastest stallion, the hobo's form shifted ever so slightly. It wasn't too easy to notice, but hey the guy's jacket kinda moved a little since the body type was different from the super trickstering archangel's! Sitting upright with a grin that almost seemed to silently play off the meaning `Oh you`....or...you know...a complete and total smart ass sort of smirk, he looked up at the lone Winchester. "Well, well...so you're still puh-re-tty sharp, `ey Dean?" Okay, that tone was definitely infested with an awful lot of snark as he stood upright to his feet while whipping out yet another candy bar...this time it was a kitkat bar and he had no intention of sharing what-so-ever. "Or...maybe I just gave you too much credit and it was all just a really lucky guess, hm?" Giving off a shrug and like he MIGHT be confused while giving him that `Well I don't know...` sort of look with his mouth straightened out a bit and both brows arched for a finishing touch.

This was all probably crazy considering this was one of the witnesses of his `Stabbed right in the gut by his very own jerk-face brother` level of death. Which wasn't all a load of crap since he totally died. Just...for some reason he was back and could only throw out his own guesses as to why. All of which were 99.9% related to helping the humans whoop demons and angels since both of those teams had sticks so far up their asses that surgery couldn't help. Besides, he was pretty sure dear ol' Dad could see for himself that his kids and the hellspawn one of em' made were absolutely off the wall crazy. The `war` was stupid like almost every single participant in this crappy little rat race to live. Not the humans, of course...they were pretty much just kind of sort of caught in the middle in this crazy mess.