Idjits (Supernatural FanFic)

Part 3 - Impish Rendezvous

•Dean•
Bobby managed to get some mistletoe for the next day when we were to attempt to summon Loki. We didn't know of any particular way to summon him without befriending witches. And knowing us, they'd probably either threaten or try to kill us faster than Zachariah. Or Uriel. Gadreel. Michael.  Meg. Lilith. Abbadon. Alastair. Dick Roman. Point is, a lot, and I mean a lot, of sons of bitches want(ed) us dead.

I used a pocket knife to sharpen the end of four branches with mistletoe growing out of the opposite end. Sam and Bobby were getting things we needed or thought would be useful in our makeshift ritual.

They came back some time later with two paper bags.

"What'd you get?" I asked?

Sam put the bags on the desk. "A candle because of the fires." He took a white candle out of the bag and showed us. "A salmon because that was one of the animals he was frequently seen as." He picked up a long object wrapped in thick white paper. "Snake venom because he had some dripped in his eyes for punishment." He held up a pretty small jar containing a strange liquid, no more than a couple ounces. "Jar of horse blood because his son was a horse and he was also a horse at some point." He pulled up a small jar with thick, red liquid. "And lastly, a trick hand buzzer because we ran out of ideas and he is a trickster god."

"You girls ready to do this?" Bobby questioned.

So Sam asked, "Wait, what about Cas?"

I tipped my head down and prayed aloud. "Castiel, please get your feathery ass down here. We think you should be here for this."

Then soon afterwards, came the well known fluttery sound of angels arriving, and Castiel brought forth his feathery ass.

"Alright," I stood up then continued, "let's get this over with." I handed everyone a homemade spear.

When I gave Cas his, he asked me, "Is this branch sharp enough to pierce flesh?"

I gave him that look with raised eybrows; You think you could do better?

"Oh don't get your panties in a twist," Bobby interjected. "Dean, come help your brother set it up."

Sam drew a pentagram on the floor in the middle of the basement. We put an object at each point of the star. I placed a metal bowl in the middle of the pentagram.

We were working in silence, when suddenly Cas said, "It's a joke exploiting the different possible meanings of a word."

"What?" Bobby, Sam, and I asked all at once.

No response from Cas, he just stood there with a satisfied look on his face, so I asked Sam, "So how'd you like being a chick for a few days?"

He just looked at me and then went back to work. "Fine. It's been fine, Dean."

Sam was uninterested in my humor, so I held up a knife and asked, "Who's up for a blood drive?"

"Go for it," Sam said.

He still found little humor in my jokes. "What no orange juice?"

Sam half-smiled and rolled his eyes. He kept working. I nodded and cut my palm, bleeding into the bowl. Sam said an incantation. He lit a match and dropped it in the bowl. Flames shot up then died down.

We exchanged looks, and then suddenly a new voice said, "Yoo-hoo! Can I assist you ladies with something?" We all turned and found Loki standing behind us. "Or did you call me here to bake pies?"