The Trickster’s Soul Wisp
Chapter Number: 01/01
Story Summary: Gabriel has a soul wisp following him around.
DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Supernatural, Harry Potter, or anything related to them.
Date (Upload Date): 03/15/11
Date (2011 Calendar Date): 03/15
Yeah so the Trickster that screws with Dean and Sam, turns out to be Loki, who turns out to be Gabriel the Archangel in disguise. If you’re reading Supernatural fanfiction, you should already know this. If you didn’t’, I’m sorry for spoiling it for you.
Also, while I haven’t actually seen the episode where Dean dies repeatedly, I have seen his many deaths on youtube. One of my first reactions was, “Where’s the ruby slippers?”
And the Jonathan mentioned is Jonathan Crane, so, just for the record, I don’t own Batman or anything related to it.
It took Gabriel the Archangel, currently using his Loki persona, a few minutes to realize just what that buzzing feeling was.
There was a soul wisp nearby!
Wisps were rarely seen, as Reapers tended to destroy them so the soul could move on to whatever its final destination was. This one, however, managed to get away. As another crazy redneck got ‘abducted’ for the third time, a tingling sensation washed over him.
“Are you laughing?” Gabriel asked. Dude just got probed by imaginary aliens. What the hell else would I be doing?
“I didn’t know soul wisps could talk.” There was very little information on them, and most of it belonged to the Reapers. Is that what I am? A soul wisp? Does that mean I’m dead?
“Yeah, sorry about that.” Damn. I never managed my goal of having a harem made of Veela!
Sulky feelings washed over Gabriel. He laughed.
The buzzing sensation disappeared after a while, so Gabriel assumed the wisp had finally been found by the Reapers. A few weeks after it disappeared it returned again, with more sulky feelings.
“What’s wrong with you?” I tried haunting that bastard Snape! It didn’t work!
“You’re a soul wisp, not a ghost, or a poltergeist.” Well, what the hell can I do then?
“Float.” That’s it? Man, this sucks. Stupid flow-y curtain of death.
“Who are you anyway?” Sirius Black. You?
“Loki.” The Loki?
“Of course.” Awesome!
Gabriel and Sirius got along wonderfully. They even started a prank war. As Sirius was a soul wisp, Gabriel had to do all the actual work for Sirius, and they made an agreement to do their pranks on other people. Then came along Dean and Sam Winchester.
“This ought to be interesting. Let’s kill one of them.” Kill one of them?
Sirius didn’t like that idea very much.
“Don’t worry, I’ll restart the day. He’ll be fine. We’ll let the other one remember everything.” Alright. As long as you restart the day. Even I’ve got my limits.
Okay, so he tried to kill Snape once or twice, but it was Snape
. And he had grown up and matured…mostly.
Dean became their newest target. He died. Repeatedly. Sam’s expressions and reactions during Dean’s various deaths were funny, until one day he called someone on his cell phone.
“Dean’s dying over and over again, and I need help.” The city flooded with Slayers, Wiccans, and Wizards. Oh crap.
“Oh crap is right. I think we should back off for a little while.” Sounds good to me. Oh, hey, look, it’s my godson.
“Really, which one?” The short one there with the pretty green eyes.
“Hmm.” Don’t even think about it.
“Think about what?” We’ve hung out too much for the innocent look to work on me. There will be no killing of my godson.
“Of course not. I have no intentions of killing him.” Gabriel smiled and snapped his fingers.
“Oh, my, God,” Dawn said.
“What?” Harry asked. Then he froze. “Is that my voice? Is that my voice
?” It was a high pitched squeaky voice. He tried to put his hand to his throat. This brought about an interesting realization. “I’m a gingerbread man! What the hell?”
“With cute little gumdrop buttons,” Dawn cooed, reaching a finger towards them. Gingerbread-Harry leapt back.
“Don’t touch my gumdrops! They’re my gumdrops. You can’t have them.” Gingerbread-Harry squeaked as he was scooped up from behind.
“Are you alright, Harry?” It was Jonathan. Gingerbread-Harry cuddled his thumb.
“I’m a gingerbread man. Of course I’m not alright.” There was a pause, before Gingerbread-Harry jumped up and pumped both arms into the air. “I’m awesome! This is awesome! We have to figure out who did this. I want them to teach me. I want to do this to Snape! Can you imagine that grease ball as a gingerbread man?”
The tingling sensation that said Sirius was laughing washed over him again. Gabriel joined him in laughter. Another snap of his fingers insured that the instructions for a spell that would turn someone into a gingerbread man thing would be in Harry’s pocket upon his return to normal.
The spell would last for an hour before wearing off. The version Gabriel used on Harry would wear off in three days. It wasn’t exactly the same, but it would work just as well.