Changing Channels

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After the interview, Sam went to go check out the crime scene while (Y/n) and Dean looked up what had happened. And just as the sheriff said, the article confirmed it to only be a 'bear attack.'

When the door opened, both siblings looked up to Sam, who had an annoyed and tired expression on his face. "Hey," Sam sounded a bit out of breath, wanting to get to his siblings as soon as possible.

"Find anything?" Dean asked, removing his body from behind where (Y/n) sat.

Sam shut the door and turned around. "Well, uh, I saw the house." He paused and lifted his hands, moving them far apart to show space. "And there is a giant eight-foot-wide hole where the front door used to be." His hands dug into his pockets after the description. "Almost like..."

"A Hulk-sized hole," Dean finished.

Sam moved his head side-to-side, mumbling a 'maybe'. "What do you guys got?"

"Bill Randolph had quite the temper," (Y/n) answered, clicking into incident reports that she had hacked into. "He's got two counts of spousal battery, bar brawls, and court-ordered anger-management sessions."

"You might say you wouldn't like him when he's angry," Dean added.

Sam chuckled with a scoff. "So, a hothead getting killed by TV's greatest hothead. Kind of sounds like just deserts, doesn't it?"

Neither brother noticed their sister flinch, as they were too busy chuckling at the thought. "It's all starting to make sense."

"How is it starting to make sense?" Dean asked blankly. (Y/n) stood from her chair, turning away from her brothers, rubbing her temples as to what they were dealing with.

Sam pulled something out of his pocket. "Well, I found something else at the crime scene." He raised his hand, allowing a series of Twix candy wrappers to fall. "Candy wrappers. Lot's of 'em."

Dean took one of the wrappers in his hand, realization crossing onto his face. "Just desserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you kill them. We're dealing with the trickster, aren't we?" He picked up the wrappers when Sam confirmed it. "Good. Been wanting to gank that mother since Mystery Spot."

A strained noise left (Y/n)'s body, making her brothers turn and give her a worried look. Her face was pale, as well as having a hint of anger, but they were more focused on the fact that she looked pissed. "Are you alright, (Y/n)?" His twin waved a hand in the air, dismissing it. Then she beelined to the bathroom, ignoring her brothers' curious and worried looks. "Right then."

Turning his attention back to Dean, Sam sighed. "You sure, Dean?"

The eldest made a face: 'Duh.' "No, I mean, are you sure you want to kill him?"

Dean put on a shocked face, raising his eyebrows. "Son of a bitch didn't think twice about icing me- a thousand times."

"No, I know," Sam put out a hand on his hip. "I-I mean, I'm just saying-"

"What are you saying?" Dean interrupted, slowly getting pissed off.

"If you don't want to kill him, then what?"

Sam licked his lips, closing his eyes. "Talk to him."

"What?"

"Look, think about it, Dean: He's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met, maybe we can use him," Sam replied quickly.

"For what?"

Sam sighed, ready to make his case. "Okay, tricksters like a- like a Hugh Hefner type, right? Wine, women, song..." Dean crossed his arms, disbelief still written on his face. "Maybe he doesn't want the party to end! I mean, maybe he hates this 'angels and demons' stuff as much as we do! Maybe he'll help us!"

Dean narrowed his eyes. "You're serious."

"Yeah!"

"Ally with the trickster?"

Sam closed his eyes, nodding. "Yeah. And I think (Y/n) would agree with me. Do you see how she acts around him or if he's mentioned? She gets angry or sad. I think they're still connected."

Dean shoved away that part for a second. "A bloody, violent monster... and you want to be Facebook friends with him? Nice, Sammy." He licked his lips and nodded. "After all these years, you still think they have some kind of connection? I told you to drop that."

"The world is gonna end, Dean. We don't have the luxury of a moral stand. Maybe we could even get (Y/n) to lure him into helping us. I've seen how he acts around her like he's sorry about what he does to us." Sam added. "I'm just saying, it's worth a shot. That's all. I-If it doesn't work, we'll kill him."

The eldest Winchester sighed, giving in. "Fine. How're we gonna find the guy anyway? And if (Y/n)'s not at all okay with this?"

"Then she's not in as bait, and we'll just have to do the convincing ourselves," Sam answered, hoping that his sister would agree to the plan. "And he never takes just one victim, right? He'll show."

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(Y/n) heard her brothers' entire conversation. It was more than okay for her- because if Gabriel really was behind this- and her gut told her that he was, then she could see him. Maybe all her weird feelings would go away. All the anger and sadness would go away.

She'd finally have his attention and possibly move up to the next stage of their bond.