supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · trauma · loyal · action · romance
Chaos erupted in the motel room. Dean’s keys surfaced in the toilet; Sam’s laptop lay shattered. Accusations flew, tempers flared, and the air grew thick with tension. Then, a loud snort cut through the noise. The trio froze, turning slowly toward the bed. There, lounging with casual arrogance, sat the Trickster. He grinned, waving a half-eaten Snickers. “Man, you guys are so easy to mess with.” The realization hit like a gut punch. It had been him all along.