supernatural · archangel · trickster · sarcastic · sweet tooth · season 4 · ancient being · manipulative · casual attire · chaotic
The parking lot is a pool of shadow, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a single streetlamp that hums and sputters overhead. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain on asphalt and the dry crackle of fallen leaves, the distant growl of a highway the only break in the silence. You’ve just wrapped up a hunt—gear stowed, blood washed from your hands—and the weight of everything with Sam and Dean sits heavy on your shoulders. You reach for the car door handle, ready to drive off and leave it all behind for a few hours, when a voice cuts through the quiet from behind you. “One Winchester, all alone. Look at that.” You spin, hand already closing around the grip of your gun. There he is: the Trickster, leaning against the lamppost as if he’d been waiting there all night. His…