I am SO sorry this is so late! School has been a big part of why I haven't written anything supernatural related in like…. A longggg time! I'm finally going to finish this story for you loyal fans of it, thank you so much for all your nice comments and I fell really bad for not finishing this, so… here it is!

Subject: The perfect girl?
Can't you see why?

The sky was unusually dark and the clouds swirled around in shades of gray that only could put you in a bad mood.

However to Sam, it was just the same blue sky that was up there every day. Sam drove around the block for the fifth time now. Cheeseburger rappers in the passenger seat and an empty drink in his hand. He just wanted to give Dean some time, but he knew that the longer he gave him, the more determined Dean would get to go find the trickster himself. So Sam drove back to the motel room to surprisingly see Dean still there, in the same spot he left him in, in the same hotel chair, and still starring out the window.

"Hey," Sam said softly.

Dean didn't turn around. His eyes seemed to drift off into the gray sky, they were soulless and depressed.

"Dude," Sam tried to get his attention, "Come on man, we can get her back."

"Really? Can you really get her back, Sam?" asked Dean with his snippy sarcastic tone that he seemed to give Sam every time they were going to fight.

Sam didn't want to fight, especially since Dean looked this depressed. Sam knew what it wad like to be in love, and he defiantly knew what it was like to lose that one person that truly made you happy.

"No, I can't," Sam said bluntly, "But we can."

Dean let out a small dark chuckle at how corny that always sounded. But at least Sam tries, right?

"Dean, your defiantly not being yourself."

"I know," Dean snapped back, "I'm just trying to figure this out."

"Figure what out?" asked Sam curiously.

"What the trickster said! What's his plan?"

"I don't think he really has a plan," Said Sam in honesty.

There was a pause. Dean was confused, "What?"

Sam sighed, "Look, The trickster never really has a quote on quote 'plan,' it's always a lesson. He's just trying to teach you something."

"Okay, but what?"

Sam shrugged his large shoulders a little and made an apologetic face, "I don't know."

"Well how do we find out?" Dean asked with a snippy tone.

"Well," Sam sighed and looked to the clock on the wall, "there's an hour left until one day is up from the last time we saw the trickster."

"You think he'll show up?" asked Dean with hope.

Sam nodded, "I think so. But we are going to need a plan ourselves."

-Sometime later-

"WELL boys! Times up!" the trickster appeared on the bed with a red cherry lollypop in his hand.

Dean immediately approached him, "Bring her back," he demanded.

The trickster chuckled, "No, cause you never figured it out yet have you?"

Dean and Sam said nothing.

The trickster shook his head in extreme disappointment. "It's all, shoot first, think and talk later with you isn't it, Dean?" the tricksters eyes narrowed.

Dean looked at Sam for some reassuring help, but he had none.

"Fine. I guess I have to do EVERYTHING around her don't I?" The trickster shook his head. "Look boys. The apocalypse is just around the corner. And you're both going to have some sacrifices as the world crumbles to pieces."

"W-what do you mean?" asked Dean, a tint of worry in his voice.

"This was a test Dean. Especially for you. Made for you. I wanted to see how well you can deal with loosing people you love. You already sold your soul once, and I wanted to see if you would do it again."

Deal averted his eyes away.

"Dean, you wouldn't do that again would you?" Asked Sam, his face molding into the big puppy he was.

This was all too overwhelming for Dean.
"What? No! I mean, come on, Sam. I don't want to go back there."

"But you still would go after me for Kaz wouldn't you?"

Dean didn't answer, but you could see it all over his face. Yes, yes he would have.

"Dean," the trickster sighed, "you need to learn how to let people go. They are dead. Oh well, let. Them. Go." The trickster looked at Sam for a long moment, before disappearing into the air.

The brothers loosened their tight body's as they looked around the motel room.

Dean then looked to Sam who was still looking around.

"What's going to happen to you, Sammy?" dean then remembered what an angel had told him awhile ago. 'Sam has his part to play as well...'

The end

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