silver-tongued-loki started following you
It was, surprisingly, of his own volition that Dean found himself in New York. It wasn't his kind of place - he didn't like any part of New England - but he was needed there, or so he insisted. There was something brewing there. Well, technically, the pot there had already boiled over, seeing as Manhattan had almost been overtaken by a gigantic fleet of aliens, but there was more to it than that.
The aliens hadn't been from their world. Dean had watched the news reports, had done interviews, read every article forward and backward. There had been a portal they came through. So far, portals had been nothing but bad news all across the board. Portal to Hell? Definitely bad. Portal to Purgatory? Even worse. Portal to another world? He could only imagine the damage that could be done if someone like Crowley got a hold of it.
So Dean had come up with a plan. He would find the people responsible, the people who knew just what the hell had happened, and he made sure they didn't talk. Either they agreed and went with it willingly, or he'd be having Cas wipe their memories. It wasn't exactly the most moral thing to do, but if it prevented a third apocalypse, Dean was going to do whatever he damn well had to.
Which brought him here, scouring the city for the man - God - who was directly responsible for it all. Loki. The files he'd managed to get on him said Loki had been taken back to their dimension, but Castiel disagreed. He could feel the guy, could feel that he wasn't human, that he didn't belong here. Of course, even Angel GPS could only get him so far, which meant he had to look through the lower half of the city on his own, and just hope that he fumbled across him.
Sometimes Dean got lucky. It was rare enough, to be damn sure, but today seemed to be one of those days. He had just rounded a block when he saw a flash of pitch colored hair, a tall, fluid frame, paper skin. If that wasn't the guy he was after, then it was his goddamn twin. He moved quickly, hand twitching toward the gun at his hip, hidden under an untucked shirt and leather jacket. Not like he could very well shoot the guy in broad daylight, but the added protection comforted him. Besides, he didn't want to hurt the guy - yet. He just wanted to talk. "Surprised you'd even try walking in the daylight. Then again...SHIELD did do a pretty good job of wiping you off the radar. We need to talk, Trickster."
