Back in Black

Chapter 13

Gabriel, hiding as Loki, was bored. Pranking the Winchesters had been amusing, but that had gotten boring rather quick when he found out they had a rescue dog in the back seat of Dean's precious car...and from the way the dog reacted he realized it belonged to the paranoid older brother and not the younger like he assumed.

Then he heard Dean ask the dog where the bone he had snapped into existence had come from, only to hear a chuffing woof in response. Dean took that as a sign it wasn't Sam who had let the air out of his tires (Gabriel had a soft spot for dogs himself, and he didn't want the pooch to get sick trying to find the stinky fish he was originally going to leave in the car) and the two went back to their room. Which Gabriel had left alone after messing with Sam's laptop.

The only reason he didn't hear Dean's whispered conversation on how to prank the Trickster back was because like quite a few people (including a ravenous horde of fangirls Dean had quite happily left behind when he was Harry) he believed the brothers to be in an incestuous relationship.

Oh how Gabriel would later regret not paying more attention to the two. Especially after Dean's revenge kicked in.

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"So we sure this guy is really a Trickster?"

"Ten bucks says it has to be the janitor. Mort practically had an evil look on his face when he spotted that one," said Dean.

"Right...So what are we going to do to 'repay' him for the crap he's put us through?"

"He's definitely got a soft spot for dogs. Did you see the size of that bone Bear was eating when we came out?"

"I thought that was your doing. You treat him almost as good as you treat the car," admitted Sam.

"Dude, it was a fucking Dino-sized bone. Where the hell would I have hidden that thing in the Impala?" scoffed Dean.

Sam privately conceded his point.

"Okay, I vote ten wet burritos and one enchilada."

"Good, but I was thinking a revenge prank first...see how he likes being scared the crap out of," said Dean.

"Exorcist Stitch?" guessed Sam.

"Damn straight. Good thing Bear doesn't mind playing fetch with my creature form," smirked Dean.

Bear loved the Stitch doll on the dashboard. Sam once joked it was his 'baby' in the car. Occasionally Sam had seen Dean being carried around like a puppy by his dog, Bear wagging his tail happy as could be. He had pictures.

"I was thinking we send Bear in first, and get the Trickster to play 'fetch' with the 'doll'. Then, once he's about to throw me again I'll do my exorcist bit and the insane cackle that always gives Crow the wiggins for some reason."

Sam and Dean didn't even react when Mort appeared.

Did I hear the word prank and Trickster in the same sentence? The reaper asked hopefully.

We're planning to repay the jerk for messing with our stuff. And I promise a slightly wet Bear Bomb.

I want pictures, and lots of them, plus the guarantee that you'll stay long enough to see how long he takes to wake up again once Bear unleashes his best weapon, said Mort immediately.

Mort had a score to settle with a certain pain-in-the-ass archangel, and this was the perfect time to do it. Besides, watching people's reactions to Bear's little gas problem after eating Mexican food was always fun.

We're all ears for suggestions, said Dean eagerly. It wasn't often they could get Mort into a Harvelle Prank session.

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