𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 & 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 | 𝐃.𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 [𝟏]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞―𝐒𝟓 𝐄𝟖: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐬

❝︎I can see, see the pain in your eyes...❞︎

𝟸𝙽𝙳 𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙴 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿―𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚃𝙾𝙽, 𝙾𝙷𝙸𝙾

DEAN, SAM, LILY, AND I WERE gathered in Sam and Dean's motel room as we were forced to horribly act as ourselves. Abruptly, Castiel walked through the door possessing minor injuries. Applause was heard upon his presence. "You okay?" Dean asked Castiel, narrowing his eyes at his appearance.

"I don't have much time." He stated, seemingly out of breath, as he walked closer to us, stopping in front of the table where Dean's large sandwich rested in the center.

"What happened?" Sam asked, following Dean's previous question.

"I got out." The angel quickly answered.

"From where?"

"Listen to me. Something is not right. This thing is much more powerful than it should be." Castiel informed us. I furrowed my brows in confusion, wondering why the Trickster would be more powerful than they had initially thought.

"What thing—the Trickster?" Dean asked.

"If it is a trickster." Castiel managed to get out before Lily asked what he meant. However, before he could give us an answer, Castiel was flung backward into the wall, and his face buried in his arms.

The Trickster then appeared at the door, greeting, "Hello. Thank you. Thank you ladies," The applause and cheers were heard as the Trickster shut the door on his way in. I glanced at Castiel, who struggled to get back on his feet in the corner of the room. When he finally got back on his feet, it was clear that he was wearing duck tape over his mouth. He glared at the Trickster, finally turning to him. "Hi, Castiel!" He said with a smile on his face before he gestured at him, making him disappear in a burst of static.