"Go find an alligator they said. It will be fun they said."

I walked through the sewers. Sewer water splashed as I walked through it. I shone my flashlight down a corner and decided to go that way. I stopped when a rat ran across my path making me yelp slightly and then let out a frustrated growl.

I wish I had just stayed in bed today. But no. I wanted to get up early this morning. I turned my flashlight off as I came to the end of the tunnel, light shining through the manhole cover.

Putting the flashlight in my back pocket, I climbed up the nasty latter. I pushed the manhole away with a little bit of difficulty and stuck my head out of it. People looked down at me as I climbed out.

"Uh...FBI business." I said with an awkward smile before bending down and pushing the cover back over the manhole. Once that was back I walked away as fast as I could.

As I walked the water in my boots moved around. Some of the water coming out the sides of my boots. When I got back to the motel I climbed up the stairs and walked down to my room.

I got to the Winchester's door and from within I could hear shouting. I knocked before opening the door. When I walked in I couldn't help but laugh. Both Sam and Dean were on the ground wrestling for something.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked walking over to them. On the ground in front of them was money with a silver money clip. I picked it up and looked to see it had Sam's initials on it.

"Come on you two. Are you guys that desperate for money you go and try to steal it from each other?" I asked throwing the money on Sam's bed.

They both push away from each other and Dean walked off angrily. He grabbed his jacket and walked out the door, slamming it shut.

"Are you two alright?" I asked as Sam sat down in one of the chairs.

"Dean thinks I let the air out of the Impala's tires." He said picking up one of the books on the table.

"...well did you?" Sam looked up at me.

"No." He said looking back down at the book and continuing to read it.

"Okay...Well, I didn't find anything in the sewers...so, I'll just be in my room if you need anything." I said backing up out of the room.

Once I was out of the room I let out a sigh and walked to my room. When I walked in I kicked off my shoes as I shut the door. I walked over to the couch and sat down as I grabbed the remote.

About an hour later I started to get hungry so I turned the tv off and grabbed my other boots. I put them on and walked out the door. I decided to ask Sam and Dean if they wanted anything to eat so I knocked on their door.

A few seconds later the door opened showing off Sam. "Hey, I was going to go and..." I cut myself off when I saw inside the room an older man standing there.

"Bobby?" I asked walking past Sam and into the room.

Bobby smiled and pulled me into a hug.

"Hey, there darlin'." We pulled away from each other. "When did you get here?" I asked looking at Dean and then back to Bobby. "

Just a few seconds ago. Did you dye your hair...pink?" I ran a hand through my hair. "I didn't. Someone put dye in my shampoo." I said looking at the brothers.

"I swear it wasn't me," Sam said looking at Dean.

"And you think I did?" Dean asked looking at Sam. I sighed and crossed my arms. "Well...It looks good on you." Bobby said with a slight smile. "Thank you,"

"So how about your two continue on with your story," Bobby said looking back to the brothers. They nodded.

As Sam and Dean continuing with the story I sat down on Dean's bed while Sam and Dean sat down at the table. "I'm surprised at you three," Bobby said when the brother came to the end of the story.

"I really am. First off, Sam. Dean didn't touch your computer."

Sam went to argue with him but Bobby held his hand up making me shut up. "Dean, Sam didn't touch your car. And Cansas, these two didn't touch your hair." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"And If you bothered to pull your heads out of your asses, It would all be pretty clear."

"What?" Dean asked. "What you're dealing with," We all fell silent. I started to rake my brain for anything that sounded like what we were dealing with, wanting to the first one to come up with something.

"I got nothing," Dean said and Sam agreed. Bobby looked over at me hopefully but I let him down with a shrug. "You got a trickster on your hands." Dean snapped his fingers and pointed at Bobby.

"That's what I thought."

"What?! No, you didn't!" Sam said looking over at Dean. My mouth hung open.

"You have to be kidding me...a trickster. I can't believe I didn't see it." I said running a hand over my face. "But it makes sense doesn't it?" Bobby said turning to face me. I nodded.

"So, what is it? A spirit, Demon?"

"Demigod," I said as Bobby turned back to the brothers.

"There's Loki in Scandinavia. There's Anansi in West Africa. Dozens of them. These things create chaos and mischief as easy as breathing. They're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air. Things as real as you and me. Make them vanish just as quick."

"You mean like an angry spirit or an alien or an alligator?" Dean asked. My phone started to ring making the three men slightly look over at me. I pulled it out of my pocket to see Gabriel's name making me smile.

"Hey,"

"Hey. I was wounding if you would like to go to a movie or something tomorrow?" I nodded even though he couldn't see it.

"Yeah. I would love that. Should I meet you at the school?"

"Yeah. Does 9 ish work for you?"

"Yep. That will work. I'll see you then."

"See ya." He said hanging up the phone. I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked back over to the three men to see them staring at me. "What?"

"How much do you really know about your little boyfriend?" Dean asked making me narrow my eyes.

"What do you..." I cut myself off when I realized what he was saying. I chuckled slightly. "You think...no," I said shaking my head.

"Think about it, Cansas. Do you even know the guy's name?" Sam asked. I picked at my phone case as I thought about it. "Just...make sure before you do anything," I said getting up off the bed.

"Please." They nodded. "Of course," Bobby said. "Um...I'm going to go to my room," I said as I walked over to the door.

The next day I had stayed in my room only going outside to grab a stake from my car. Once I got back to my room I looked around trying to find some kind of jar.

When I found something like a jar I sat down at the kitchen table and took my knife out of my pocket. Taking a deep breath in I ran the knife over the palm of my hand. I squeezed my fist and let the blood fill the jar. I looked up as someone walked into the room.

"Cansas! What are you doing?" Bobby asked quickly making his way over to me. He pulled a rag out of his pocket and wrapped it around my hand.

"I was getting blood. To kill a trickster you need a wooden stake and the blood of one of its victims. I had both." I said as Bobby took the knife away from me with a slight sigh.

"Okay. As long as that was what you were doing..." He said sitting down. I smiled slightly before frowning again. "I'm fine Bobby." Bobby nodded and stayed quiet for a while.

"Well, Sam and I are about ready to get going." I looked at the clock to see the time.

"Oh man. Yeah. I'm coming." I said standing up and grabbing the stake. I placed it in the jar and grabbed my jacket. Bobby stood up and walked over to the door.

"We'll be waiting." I nodded as he walked out of the room. I put my jacket on and walked into the bathroom. I put the bloody rag in the sink and grabbed the white bandage. I wrapped that around my hand tightly before I walked out of the bathroom.

I carefully took the stake out of the jar of blood and made sure that none of the blood would drip. The blood didn't take long to dry as I walked down down the stairs and over to the Impala which Sam and Bobby were sitting in.

I opened the door and hopped it. It didn't take us long to get to the school. Sam parked in the front of the school's main steps and we all got out of the car. I followed Bobby and Sam into the school and up more stairs. We stopped when we came to a door that led to the theater room.

Music could be heard from inside. "You two stay here. I'll go the other door." Sam and I nodded as Bobby walked off. As he walked over to the door I pulled the stake out of my jacket. Once he was at the other door we all walked into the theater room.

Two lightly-clothed women stood on the stage while Dean stood on the ground looking up at them. And sitting in one of the rows was Gabriel. He looked up at us making me tighten my grip on the stake in my hand.

"So that fight you had outside, that was a trick?" Dean shrugged.

"Hm...not bad. But you want to see a real trick?" The Trickster said. Not even a second later the sound a chainsaw was heard coming from behind Sam and I. We turned around to see a man wearing a brown mask wielding a chainsaw. The chainsaw man swung the machine at the two of us.

Sam fell to the ground while I dived into the seats beside myself. I groaned as I got up and rubbed my head. I heard the sound of laughter and looked to the side to see the trickster sitting in the second row while he watched Dean get beat up by the women.

I ran across the aisle and then down the walkway. I stopped as Bobby was thrown in front of me. I helped him up and then made my way down the aisle behind the trickster. Once I stood behind him I rose my stake and went to bring it down, but the ground started to shake.

Root like things came out of the ground and wrapped around me making me drop the stake in my hand. The trickster looked over at me.

"And I really thought we had a chance," I growled as I tried to wiggle out of the roots.

"Go to Hell." I hissed. He placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt.

"Ouch. That hurt me deeply." He said standing up to face me. "You've had your fun. Stop." I said wiggling again.

"Stop? Why stop now? We're having so much fun." He said looking around at the others and then turned back to me.

"Is it because of the hair? I can fix that." He said snapping his fingers and my hair was turned back to its blonde color. "Um...thanks...but-" I was cut off by my lips being glued shut.

"Just sit back and enjoy the show, Candy." He said sitting back down. I watched as Dean was thrown off the stage and onto the hard seats in the first row.

"Nice toss ladies." The trickster said standing up again. "Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean. I did not what to do this." A while away Sam picked up his fallen stake and threw it to Dean who stood up and stabbed the trickster in the chest.

"Me neither." He said. My eyes widened as I watched this. The chainsaw man disappeared as well as the two ladies on the stage. The root things around me disappeared as well. Dean pulled the bloody stake out of the trickster's chest making him fall back in his seat dead.

Sam and Bobby ran over to Dean and I. "Are you guys okay?" Dean asked. I looked over at the three of them and then back down to the dead trickster.

"Cansas? You good?" Sam asked making me look back up again.

"Uhm? Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I said climbing down over the row of seats.

I grabbed my stake and put it back in my jacket. They all ran out of the school and out to the Impala. Bobby opened the back seat door for me and I hopped in.

No sooner had I gotten it did the three men hop in as well. Dean started the car and they drove away from the school leaving the dead trickster behind.

A few minutes later we all made it back to the motel and gathered all of our stuff.

"I'll see you two around," I said as I hugged Sam and then Dean.

"Be safe out there Cansas," Dean said as he pulled away from me. I nodded as they got back into the Impala. As they drove away I sighed.

"I'll walk you to your car," Bobby said. We walked over to my purple 1964 ford galaxie 500 and I opened the back seat door throwing my bags in.

As I shut my car door I turned to face Bobby. "You be safe now." He said as he pulled me into a hug.

"I'll try," I said hugging him back with a smile. We pulled apart and Bobby smiled back. He started to walk away but turned back around.

"And don't let one little trickster get you down. There are plenty of fish runnin' around." I nodded as he turned back around and walked to his car. I turned to my car and got in the driver's seat. Turning on my car I turned the radio on. Music blasted through the speakers.

As I drove off a certain trickster stood in the parking lot.