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This story is No. 2 in the series "Apprenticeship Program". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Some worlds differ from others only by minor differences, while others have major divergences. But personality types will pretty much always remain the same across the multiverse. Story #2 in my series, "Apprenticeship Program."

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Disclaimer: They all belong to Crack-Head Joss and ME or Eric Kripke. Deal with it. I have.

Time frame: For Supernatural, several weeks following the end of season three, and yes, Dean is most definitely dead from that hellhound attack. For BtVS, this follows my story, 'Without A Trace,' which began during the season three episode seventeen, 'Enemies,' but then diverged significantly from canon.

Spoilers: None intended, but if you don’t know what happened up to this point, why are you reading this story?

Character Bashing: Nope. None, whatsoever.

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: Many thanks to Bill Haden and Theo (Starway_Man) for beta-ing this story.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author’s Note 3: This is story #8 for the 2012 August Fic-A-Day Challenge.


Jimmy's Place
Laredo, Texas

May, 2008

"So, kid, how're things hanging?"

Glancing over at the rather scruffy-looking man who'd taken the vacant seat next to him at the bar, Sam Winchester snorted disdainfully and returned his attention to the mug of beer in front of him.

"Not feeling very sociable, huh? I can understand that," Loki (a.k.a. the Trickster, a.k.a. the archangel, Gabriel) nodded agreeably as he paused to take a sip from his own oversized mug.

"Having family members go and die on you can definitely put the kibosh on the fun, my son," Loki noted with a sigh, in a semi-philosophical tone of voice.

{ He's obviously trying to get a reaction out of me, so keep it together for now, } Sam thought to himself angrily. Fighting down the urge to grab the angel by the throat and slam his head against the bar top, Sam forced himself to remain calm and merely said, "What do you want, Trickster? Because, whatever it is you're trying to sell, I'm not interested."

"I'm not trying to sell you anything, kid," Loki protested huffily as he shook his head in denial of Sam's accusation. "I'm actually here trying to do you a favor."

"Right," Sam snorted mockingly.

"No, really!" the smaller man insisted, nodding his head emphatically. "Let’s face it; right now, you're just wandering around aimlessly, killing the occasional demon or two, exorcizing any ghosts you run across, and generally wasting your life. You need a purpose in life; otherwise, you're just barely existing."

"Since it's my life, I don't see how that concerns you in the least," the sole surviving Winchester said quietly, still not looking at his would-be companion.

"Oh, you're right about that," Loki nodded agreeably. "And the truth is, I'm a lot more concerned about some other hunters who've caught my attention than I am about you.

"Y'see, they're getting royally screwed over by the so-called higher powers who're in charge of things in their world, and no one any higher up that particular food chain seems to care in the least. Hell, kid, even their infernal powers are looking at them strangely," the Trickster explained. "So, I nominated myself to do something about cleaning up that mess, which is actually why I'm here talking to you."

"And I should care, why?" Sam grunted. After all, like the angel had pointed out, he didn't really have anything else to occupy his time, and it didn't cost him anything to just listen.

"Well, one of the things the powers there are doing is trying to destroy the current Champion – who is someone they didn't pick themselves, and who was actually chosen by someone higher up in their organization – by either alienating them from their support team, or by slowly picking off the team members, one by one," Loki began providing the necessary background for Sam to understand all of the details of the situation he was describing.

"They've already managed to arrange things so that their champion has been pretty seriously emotionally damaged and is basically estranged from their immediate family, and they've also been making it a lot easier for the local demons, vampires and other wildlife to pick off the champion's support team," Loki elaborated.

"Only one of the local witches – and before you say anything, yes, there actually *are* witches who work for the good guys in that world, whether you believe it or not," the archangel stopped Sam's reflexive protest with an upraised hand before proceeding with his explanation.

"Like I was saying, they've managed to either kill off or neutralize all but one of the local witches who could've supported the champion," Loki continued, "as well as the local seer. And they've managed to screw up that witch I mentioned, too, by preventing her from receiving the proper training she's gonna need to keep her from going off the rails, once she really starts to develop her own power.

"But what really takes the cake is that those pricks arranged things so that their champion's most loyal supporter was knocked out by one of his teammates and left lying on the street, unconscious and unprotected – a free meal for the next passing vampire or demon to chow down on, without any problem!" Loki/Gabriel went on, his features twisted into an angry frown as he described what had happened.

"And again, I should care about any of this – why?" Sam replied, seemingly determined to remain unmoved by the angel's description of this other world's plight.

"Well, kid, I kinda had the impression that you and your brother were doing what you did because you wanted to protect innocent people from getting screwed over or eaten by the oogly-booglies in the night, the way your dad did, kid," Gabriel said with another frown.

"Both my dad and my brother are dead now, Loki," Sam stated, not bothering to look over at the angel as he took a long pull from his mug.

"And they got that way because they were doing exactly what you said – protecting innocent people from the boogeyman and the other stuff hiding out there in the night," the last living Winchester male said.

"So call me crazy, but I think I'm gonna try to avoid following their example."

"Okay, suit yourself, kid," Gabriel shrugged and finished off the last of his beer. "I guess I'll see ya around some other time, then.

"Meanwhile, I'm gonna go find someone who's still got enough stones to stand up, spit in the faces of all the almighty pricks who're trying to screw everyone over and try and do something to stop them, and see if they're willing to help save this kid I was just telling you about. Become his mentor, train him to do the same thing you Winchesters do – did," Loki said, amending himself slightly as he got up off his stool and headed towards the back door.

"Why are you so eager for me to train this guy?" Sam asked, his curiosity at least slightly piqued by Loki's actions.

"Because those assholes I mentioned earlier – they actually have the gall to call themselves the Powers That Be – they piss me off like nothing else ever has. And this kid, he managed to negate an inevitable prophecy that said the champion he'd been helping was gonna die, even though he was only sixteen at the time," Loki smirked as he paused and turned around enough to look back at Winchester.

"Yeah, the girl died – drowned in an underground pool, actually – but he showed up just in time to give her CPR, and he brought her back to life," the Trickster elaborated with an obviously pleased grin on his face.

"And man, did that ever piss those self-righteous pricks off!" the angel added gleefully. "A mere human goes and negates a centuries-old prophecy that all of those high and mighty assholes were counting on, to help ensure that the ones they're supposed to guiding are kept under their thumbs.

"Now that I actually think about it, that kid kinda reminds me of myself a little bit," Loki said, with a bit of pride.

"Wait a minute...this champion you were telling me about, is a *woman*?" Sam asked, frowning as he tried to process all of the information Gabriel had given him.

"A teenaged girl, actually," the angel corrected Sam. "She was empowered by these pricks when she was only fifteen, and she's lasted a lot longer than Powers That Be ever expected her to survive – mostly because of the people who've been helping her in the fight."

"And this kid you said you rescued – how old is he?" Sam wanted to know.

"He's eighteen; in his world, time goes a bit slower than here, the year there is actually 1999. And he and the others supporting the champion have been out helping her fight vampires and demons pretty much every night since 1997, ever since they first learned about the nasties," Loki informed the demon hunter. "And doing it even though none of them have had any real demon hunter training."

Sam's face was a study in concentration as he considered everything he'd learned in the past few minutes.

He was still sick at heart about Dean's death, and he knew that Loki was correct about him needing some purpose in life; he *was* mostly just drifting along wherever his whim took him, as simply going back to college wasn’t an option anymore. Sam just wasn't sure he was ready to start training someone as a Hunter.

He also knew that, if Dean were still here, his brother would be busting his chops over hesitating even for a minute about doing this, since Dean had absolutely zero tolerance for pompous assholes who liked manipulating people into doing things that they didn't want to do.

Dean being offered a chance to train someone who already an amateur hunter and mold them into his own image was an opportunity he would never be able to pass up, Sam reluctantly admitted to himself, the hint of a grin pulling the corners of his lips up the slightest bit as he imagined his brother proudly posing with some anonymous teen and proclaiming, "I shall call him…'Mini-me!'"

Releasing a long, put-upon sigh as he realized he'd already made his decision, Sam Winchester nodded at Loki and said, "Well, what the hell. Since I'm not doing anything important at the moment..."

"You're definitely not gonna regret this, kid," Loki assured the mortal as Sam moved up next to him and they headed towards the exit.

"Actually, this kid's really not all that different from you or your brother, when you get down to basics," the angel remarked.

"He's incredibly stubborn, a real smartass, has a real talent for pissing people off with just a word or two, won't give up regardless of how bad the situation is or how deep in the shit he might be, and he really likes blowing things up," Loki began describing Sam's new partner/apprentice to him.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot – his name is Alexander Harris..."

FIN (for now)

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