A/N: Oh, so you've figured out that the whole angel storyline doesn't exist in my story, right? Just a friendly reminder.
Anything But Normal
The three hunters didn't have much to go on. The fires were popping up everywhere. They thought there was some semblance to it originally, but as the fires continued a pattern seemed less likely. These attacks were random. Therefore Liz, Sam, and Dean roamed, hoping to find something. It seemed unlikely that there were going to find anything…until they did.
It was Sam and Dean's old house. There was a for sale sign on the front door, no car in the driveway and a padlock on the front door. No one was living there. "Whoa, there, that window," Sam said.
"What did you see?" Dean asked.
"Lightning or some sort of flash of light."
"Upstairs?" Liz asked as Dean stopped the car.
"Yeah, second window from the right."
"The nursery," Dean said as they rushed out of the car and into the house. They broke down the front door and rushed upstairs. They could see the smoke already.
Sam ran into the nursery first, followed by Liz and then Dean. They all stopped dead in their tracks. In front of them sat a dark haired man warming his hands in front of a bonfire. "S'mores, anyone?" he turned around and smirked.
"Trickster," Sam said in disbelief.
Dean fired a shot into his chest. "You son of a bitch."
"Hey now, no need for that, especially since bullets don't hurt me."
"No, but it makes me feel a whole lot better."
"And here I thought just the sight of my shining face would have made you feel better."
"This was all you," Liz said, her voice filled with shock, "all of it: the fires, the patterns, the disappearing patterns. You've been sending us on a wild goose chase."
"Don't forget the prophecy. That part totally freaked you out with the hybrids and the Dark swallowing the Light. That was good," he laughed. "And then you were all 'So we fight.' It was like Mel Gibson in Braveheart. Very empowering, Liz. Oh, I'm sorry, we haven't had the pleasure of officially meeting yet. I'm the Trickster." He smiled and held out his hand.
"I know who you are." Liz didn't accept the hand.
"I see my reputation precedes me. Sorry, no actual prophecies on what you're going to do with the powers, sweetie. You've got them, and they're yours to keep and do with what you please. No returns, refunds or exchanges."
"You know what I don't understand?" Dean asked.
"Most things in life?"
"Why? Why did you need to do this to get our attention?"
"Boredom. Bet with a slugoff demon. Really, you seemed a bit too comfy in your lives. So apple pie. Thought I'd throw in some excitement. C'mon, admit it, you missed the hunt."
"That's it? You sent us on a wild goose chase for entertainment?" Sam asked. He was infuriated.
"Well, I don't really like you, either. But I think we're all on the same page there. So I thought potentially killing you might also be entertaining."
"You're going to die," Sam said.
"You didn't bring any wooden stakes, Sammy. So I'm finding that situation highly unlikely. In fact, there's a much greater chance of the reverse."
"Well, we like improvisation," Dean said.
A flaming piece of wood impaled the Trickster from behind him, through his chest. "Nice bonfire," Liz said.
"You telekinetic bitch," the Trickster said as he fell to the ground.
"Looks dead to me," Dean said.
"I could go for some s'mores now," Liz said.
"Seriously?" Sam asked.
Liz and Dean were on their front porch a day later. The impala was parked next to Ellen's truck. "Ready to be normal again?" Liz asked.
"Sweetheart, as hard as we try, we are anything but normal. We're not even in the same universe as normal."
"I guess not."
"It's okay though, us not being normal. I'm okay with it."
Liz knew what he was saying. He was okay with the fact that her powers were still intact. "What if I'm not?"
"Lizzie, the powers don't matter. You control them. Hell, you just saved us with them."
"I know. I…I just don't like the fact that I have demonic powers."
"I don't think the Trickster was lying. Your powers are yours to do with whatever you want now that Yellow Eyes is dead. You used them to kill a demon. I think that makes your powers good." Dean kissed her.
She smiled at him. "What the hell are we going to tell everyone? They're trying to declare you dead."
"Don't worry, Sammy and I already planned it. See, we got lost in the woods and we had to live like they did in the olden days, eat what you kill and stuff. We kept moving every day, and eventually we found a highway and a payphone. You were frantic to hear your dearly missed husband's voice so you didn't bother to call the authorities you just drove all night until you found me and Sammy. Nice, right?"
Liz laughed and shook her head. "You're ridiculous."
Dean opened the front door. "I think it'll work."
"Daddy!" Katie came sprinting to the door and Dean wrapped her in his arms.
As Liz watched her husband reunite with their daughter, she realized that he was right: they would never be the dictionary definition of normal, but this right here was their normal. That was something she was more than okay with.
A/N: I finished! It took until I got to college, but I did it! lol. I guess I just can't abandon a story. (Seriously, I thought of the idea for this after the season 2 episode Heart. Now we're in the middle of season 6. Who takes that long to write one fanfic? Clearly, I'm crazy.) So, what did you think of the Trickster ending? Anticlimactic? Yes, a bit, but that's what I was going for. I wanted it to go in a direction that was completely unexpected. Also, I'm a sucker for a happy ending. As always, reviews are very much appreciated. Thanks so much for reading!