Six And One Part 3/5
Tricksters tend to be solitary creatures, but if they form a bond to a human, they will protect that human with little regard to their own safety. It is not unheard of for a Trickster to destroy other so-called monsters to protect someone they regard as theirs.
-Sixteen - Deception-
Dean felt it come for him again, and a small whimper escaped him. It was the middle of the night, dark even inside the hospital, and Sammy was curled up asleep again, angry at Dean having had surgery without telling him about it. The presence slipped behind the curtain and into the space beside his bed, a hand coming to rest on Dean’s leg. Slowly, the hand trailed up further, and even though he was in pain, Dean tried to get away.
“Hush, child,” the voice was barely audible. “You can’t fight me, you know it. And if you wake your brother, I’ll just have to let him join in the game.”
The hand was cupping his genitals then, rubbing softly, and Dean felt tears gather. He didn’t want this, but he had to protect Sammy. The blankets were being pulled down then, and though he couldn’t see properly, he could feel someone straddle his hips.
A mouth was pressed against his then, and Dean felt the urge to vomit. Something wet probing at his lips, trying to force them open, but Dean wasn’t cooperating, even as he felt himself start to panic.
Then the whistling started, and Dean nearly wept in relief.
The presence - the man - was gone then, quickly climbing off him and retreating. By the time Ricky stuck his head through the curtain, all that was left was a dampness around Dean’s mouth that he wanted to wipe away, if only he had full control of his arms.
“Hey Deano, you awake…” Ricky trailed off, and Dean looked up at him, a small whimper escaping. He wanted to speak so badly, but his throat was still sore from the tube going down it, and he was still trying to figure out if the thing had been a human or a monster.
Then Ricky was standing next to him, gently wiping his mouth with a cloth, with a look in his eyes that Dean had never seen there before. He’d seen it on his Dad though - whenever he or Sammy had gotten injured, Dad had looked like that. Like someone was going to pay for hurting the ones he cared about.
“It’s gonna be okay, Kiddo,” Ricky whispered, stroking Dean’s hair softly. “I’m gonna make sure of it. It’s all gonna be okay.”
-Twenty Four - Dead Ringer For Love-
Crawling off of Steve, Dean leaned against the bed and looked down at the smaller man. Even with the booze running through his system, he was starting to notice that something wasn’t right - he hadn’t exactly been gentle with the guy, but there were no scrapes, bruises or bite marks. Steve’s skin was as smooth and unmarked as a baby’s.
Things started to fall into place, and Dean’s eyes widened. Steve wasn’t human. He’d just shoved his dick into a monster.
At that, Steve sat up, and Dean had the horrifying realisation that whatever he was, Steve could quite possibly read minds. He reached under the bed and grabbed the knife from where he’d stashed it earlier, but before he could attack he found Steve straddling his hips, holding his arm out and away.
“I guess you’re not ready,” Steve looked sad, and Dean felt a brief moment of guilt for making him look like that. “Forget about it. I’ll catch up with you later down the road.”
With that, Steve pressed forwards again to press their lips gently together, even as Dean felt his mind growing foggy.
-Twenty Seven - Hunting High and Low-
“Oh damn,” Sam said suddenly, and Dean mentally rolled his eyes. Kid was a lousy actor at times. “I uh, forgot something in the truck.”
The janitor - and suspected Trickster - was looking at Sam with a blank expression. In that second, Dean was pretty damn sure that they’d been spotted, and hoped like hell that Bobby’s suggestion for how to kill it was correct.
“You know what?” Sam continued, oblivious. “Go on, I’ll catch up with you guys.”
The janitor just shrugged and tapped the top of the banister, turning to finish showing Dean around the building. Dean let out a quick huff of relief, thinking that maybe they’d get away with this after all, and followed the shorter man.
The two exchanged small talk as they walked, and Dean found himself relaxing in the presence of the other man, even if his humanity was in question.
So when he found himself sitting behind a desk, the janitor perched up on the desk itself, the two discussing classic horror flicks, Dean didn’t think to question it. Nor did he question it when the janitor shifted closer, head bent so that they were in each other’s personal space.
He briefly considered questioning the course of events when the man slipped forwards off the desk and onto Dean’s lap, but decided returning the sudden kiss was a better course of events.
With a sudden jolt, Dean tore himself away, eyes going wide. That was it, that’s what had been pressing at his mind - a memory of a stolen kiss when he was sixteen, forcibly repressed.
“Ricky…” he whispered, and he recognised the man sitting in his lap, grinning at him.
“I used to be,” Not-Ricky was toying with Dean’s hair, one hand curling around the nape of his neck. “I told you I’d be waiting. Are you ready for me yet?”
“I…” Dean couldn’t think of a proper response, could barely remember why exactly it was that this man made him feel so safe. His training was telling him to attack the… thing sitting in his lap.
“Hmm… unfortunate,” the janitor seemed to sag. “You’re not ready. You’ve grown, but your mind isn’t ready to accept me yet.” He leaned forwards and brushed Dean’s lips gently with his own before pulling back again. “Probably best if you don’t think about this too much.”
Dean could feel the memories starting to slip again, and tried desperately to hold on. But by the time he met Sam out the front of the building again, he was convinced that the only thing he’d done with the janitor, was to be shown around a few empty offices.
-Twenty Eight - Learn to Fly-
Dean slid quickly to wakefulness and glanced at the clock. Wednesday. That would be a relief to Sam - Dean didn’t really remember much, but he could remember how freaked out Sammy had been yesterday.
Of course, running into something they thought they’d killed had unsettled Dean as well, he was just having an easier time hiding it.
Seeing that Sam was still asleep, Dean rose and started going about his normal morning routine. His mind kept flitting back to the image of Sam threatening the Trickster, and somehow he was sure that it was going to come back and bite them in the arse.
-Thirty - Holy Water-
Dean half-expected it when the Trickster grabbed him. He’d been steadily pushing its buttons ever since it zapped Castiel away - that just wasn’t cool - and now he was going to get slammed into a wall.
However, that’s not where he ended up. Much to his surprise, Dean found himself thrown onto a couch in a completely different room, with the Trickster straddling his lap. It was still holding his collar and looking furious though.
“You should learn to do as you’re told,” the Trickster growled at him. The position was prodding something in his memory, but Dean couldn’t spare the brain cells. He was having a hard enough time keeping his blood circulating properly - what was with this, constantly getting aroused when the Trickster was near? Was it some sort of sex-pollen the creature gave off?
“Why do you want us to say yes so bad?” Dean asked, trying to bring his mind back to the original conversation.
It was difficult, though, when the Trickster suddenly looked heartbroken. All Dean wanted to do was to hold him close, like he would if faced with a beautiful female victim of the supernatural. And if that didn’t just take the cake for weirdness, Dean wasn’t sure what would.
“I just want it to be over,” the Trickster whispered. “Please. Say yes and finish it, stop dragging it out like this. When it’s over, I can finally keep you.” It then leaned forward and gently pressed their mouths together, smoothing its hands over Dean’s shoulders in a caress that felt oddly right.
Dean squeaked in surprise - though he would forever deny it later - and kissed back out of sheer instinct. He felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him, then fell to the ground.
Looking up, Sam was standing there in a suit, wearing sunglasses even though it was night, and the Trickster was nowhere to be seen.
Perfect.
-Thirty - Worry About You-
Dean dove over the table a heartbeat ahead of Sam. Where was that damned archangel when they needed him? Gabriel had refused to come back inside, and now Lucifer was breathing down their necks. Damnit!
“You okay?” Sam asked. Dean was about to answer, when he felt a sudden presence at his side.
“Not really,” Gabriel shrugged as the brothers looked at him, shocked. “Better late than never, huh?” He attempted a grin, though it fell a little flat. Dean looked at Gabriel for a moment, realising that the angel was going to help them after all, and felt affection well up inside him.
“Aw Hell,” Gabriel muttered, and before Dean could blink the archangel had pressed their mouths together in a kiss that felt… right. For a moment, he wanted nothing more than to tell Lucifer to fuck off so he could drag Gabriel somewhere private and explore the new possibilities.
Dean flinched a little when Gabriel thrust something into his hands, effectively ending the kiss, but relaxed when he realised it was just a DVD.
“Guard this with your life.”
And with that, Gabriel leapt over the table to face his older brother, even though they all knew it was not going to end well.
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-Sixteen - Deception-
Dean felt it come for him again, and a small whimper escaped him. It was the middle of the night, dark even inside the hospital, and Sammy was curled up asleep again, angry at Dean having had surgery without telling him about it. The presence slipped behind the curtain and into the space beside his bed, a hand coming to rest on Dean’s leg. Slowly, the hand trailed up further, and even though he was in pain, Dean tried to get away.
“Hush, child,” the voice was barely audible. “You can’t fight me, you know it. And if you wake your brother, I’ll just have to let him join in the game.”
The hand was cupping his genitals then, rubbing softly, and Dean felt tears gather. He didn’t want this, but he had to protect Sammy. The blankets were being pulled down then, and though he couldn’t see properly, he could feel someone straddle his hips.
A mouth was pressed against his then, and Dean felt the urge to vomit. Something wet probing at his lips, trying to force them open, but Dean wasn’t cooperating, even as he felt himself start to panic.
Then the whistling started, and Dean nearly wept in relief.
The presence - the man - was gone then, quickly climbing off him and retreating. By the time Ricky stuck his head through the curtain, all that was left was a dampness around Dean’s mouth that he wanted to wipe away, if only he had full control of his arms.
“Hey Deano, you awake…” Ricky trailed off, and Dean looked up at him, a small whimper escaping. He wanted to speak so badly, but his throat was still sore from the tube going down it, and he was still trying to figure out if the thing had been a human or a monster.
Then Ricky was standing next to him, gently wiping his mouth with a cloth, with a look in his eyes that Dean had never seen there before. He’d seen it on his Dad though - whenever he or Sammy had gotten injured, Dad had looked like that. Like someone was going to pay for hurting the ones he cared about.
“It’s gonna be okay, Kiddo,” Ricky whispered, stroking Dean’s hair softly. “I’m gonna make sure of it. It’s all gonna be okay.”
-Twenty Four - Dead Ringer For Love-
Crawling off of Steve, Dean leaned against the bed and looked down at the smaller man. Even with the booze running through his system, he was starting to notice that something wasn’t right - he hadn’t exactly been gentle with the guy, but there were no scrapes, bruises or bite marks. Steve’s skin was as smooth and unmarked as a baby’s.
Things started to fall into place, and Dean’s eyes widened. Steve wasn’t human. He’d just shoved his dick into a monster.
At that, Steve sat up, and Dean had the horrifying realisation that whatever he was, Steve could quite possibly read minds. He reached under the bed and grabbed the knife from where he’d stashed it earlier, but before he could attack he found Steve straddling his hips, holding his arm out and away.
“I guess you’re not ready,” Steve looked sad, and Dean felt a brief moment of guilt for making him look like that. “Forget about it. I’ll catch up with you later down the road.”
With that, Steve pressed forwards again to press their lips gently together, even as Dean felt his mind growing foggy.
-Twenty Seven - Hunting High and Low-
“Oh damn,” Sam said suddenly, and Dean mentally rolled his eyes. Kid was a lousy actor at times. “I uh, forgot something in the truck.”
The janitor - and suspected Trickster - was looking at Sam with a blank expression. In that second, Dean was pretty damn sure that they’d been spotted, and hoped like hell that Bobby’s suggestion for how to kill it was correct.
“You know what?” Sam continued, oblivious. “Go on, I’ll catch up with you guys.”
The janitor just shrugged and tapped the top of the banister, turning to finish showing Dean around the building. Dean let out a quick huff of relief, thinking that maybe they’d get away with this after all, and followed the shorter man.
The two exchanged small talk as they walked, and Dean found himself relaxing in the presence of the other man, even if his humanity was in question.
So when he found himself sitting behind a desk, the janitor perched up on the desk itself, the two discussing classic horror flicks, Dean didn’t think to question it. Nor did he question it when the janitor shifted closer, head bent so that they were in each other’s personal space.
He briefly considered questioning the course of events when the man slipped forwards off the desk and onto Dean’s lap, but decided returning the sudden kiss was a better course of events.
With a sudden jolt, Dean tore himself away, eyes going wide. That was it, that’s what had been pressing at his mind - a memory of a stolen kiss when he was sixteen, forcibly repressed.
“Ricky…” he whispered, and he recognised the man sitting in his lap, grinning at him.
“I used to be,” Not-Ricky was toying with Dean’s hair, one hand curling around the nape of his neck. “I told you I’d be waiting. Are you ready for me yet?”
“I…” Dean couldn’t think of a proper response, could barely remember why exactly it was that this man made him feel so safe. His training was telling him to attack the… thing sitting in his lap.
“Hmm… unfortunate,” the janitor seemed to sag. “You’re not ready. You’ve grown, but your mind isn’t ready to accept me yet.” He leaned forwards and brushed Dean’s lips gently with his own before pulling back again. “Probably best if you don’t think about this too much.”
Dean could feel the memories starting to slip again, and tried desperately to hold on. But by the time he met Sam out the front of the building again, he was convinced that the only thing he’d done with the janitor, was to be shown around a few empty offices.
-Twenty Eight - Learn to Fly-
Dean slid quickly to wakefulness and glanced at the clock. Wednesday. That would be a relief to Sam - Dean didn’t really remember much, but he could remember how freaked out Sammy had been yesterday.
Of course, running into something they thought they’d killed had unsettled Dean as well, he was just having an easier time hiding it.
Seeing that Sam was still asleep, Dean rose and started going about his normal morning routine. His mind kept flitting back to the image of Sam threatening the Trickster, and somehow he was sure that it was going to come back and bite them in the arse.
-Thirty - Holy Water-
Dean half-expected it when the Trickster grabbed him. He’d been steadily pushing its buttons ever since it zapped Castiel away - that just wasn’t cool - and now he was going to get slammed into a wall.
However, that’s not where he ended up. Much to his surprise, Dean found himself thrown onto a couch in a completely different room, with the Trickster straddling his lap. It was still holding his collar and looking furious though.
“You should learn to do as you’re told,” the Trickster growled at him. The position was prodding something in his memory, but Dean couldn’t spare the brain cells. He was having a hard enough time keeping his blood circulating properly - what was with this, constantly getting aroused when the Trickster was near? Was it some sort of sex-pollen the creature gave off?
“Why do you want us to say yes so bad?” Dean asked, trying to bring his mind back to the original conversation.
It was difficult, though, when the Trickster suddenly looked heartbroken. All Dean wanted to do was to hold him close, like he would if faced with a beautiful female victim of the supernatural. And if that didn’t just take the cake for weirdness, Dean wasn’t sure what would.
“I just want it to be over,” the Trickster whispered. “Please. Say yes and finish it, stop dragging it out like this. When it’s over, I can finally keep you.” It then leaned forward and gently pressed their mouths together, smoothing its hands over Dean’s shoulders in a caress that felt oddly right.
Dean squeaked in surprise - though he would forever deny it later - and kissed back out of sheer instinct. He felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him, then fell to the ground.
Looking up, Sam was standing there in a suit, wearing sunglasses even though it was night, and the Trickster was nowhere to be seen.
Perfect.
-Thirty - Worry About You-
Dean dove over the table a heartbeat ahead of Sam. Where was that damned archangel when they needed him? Gabriel had refused to come back inside, and now Lucifer was breathing down their necks. Damnit!
“You okay?” Sam asked. Dean was about to answer, when he felt a sudden presence at his side.
“Not really,” Gabriel shrugged as the brothers looked at him, shocked. “Better late than never, huh?” He attempted a grin, though it fell a little flat. Dean looked at Gabriel for a moment, realising that the angel was going to help them after all, and felt affection well up inside him.
“Aw Hell,” Gabriel muttered, and before Dean could blink the archangel had pressed their mouths together in a kiss that felt… right. For a moment, he wanted nothing more than to tell Lucifer to fuck off so he could drag Gabriel somewhere private and explore the new possibilities.
Dean flinched a little when Gabriel thrust something into his hands, effectively ending the kiss, but relaxed when he realised it was just a DVD.
“Guard this with your life.”
And with that, Gabriel leapt over the table to face his older brother, even though they all knew it was not going to end well.
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