Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)
Changing Channels
Masterlist pt 1
Masterlist pt 2
Dean and I were sitting on the bed of our motel, watching Dr. Sexy, MD. Both of us pretty into it as Dr Palmer and Dr Piccolo enter an elevator then they start making out as the doors shut.
"What are you guys watching?" Sam asked us. "Hospital show. Dr. Sexy, MD. I think it's based on a book." Dean replied. "It is." I said. "When did you hit menopause?" Sam asked Dean. "Her fault." Dean said, pointing at me. Sam looks over at me with a questioning look. "Hey, you complained until the sex scenes began." I said and Sam gives an understanding nod.
“Well, that explains why he’s into it. But I’m a little surprise that you are, (y/n). Just doesn’t seem like your type of show.” Sam said. “Everyone’s got a poison. Nothing wrong with some junk food entertainment every once in a while.” I said and Sam shrugs. “Fair enough.” He said, with a chuckle.
“I wouldn’t call this junk food. Remember the two part season finale?” Dean asked me, giving me a knowing and suggestive look. “Dean, that finale was basically just porn. It had like three separate sex scenes in them.” I said. “Was still good finale.” Dean muttered as he got up and turned off the TV. I shook my head at him and stood up as well.
Sam grabs his suit jacket off the other bed and puts it on. "You guys ready?" Dean asked us. "Are you?" Sam asked and Dean grabs his keys and walks out.
"One more time, the FBI is here why, exactly?" The officer asked us. "Might have something to do with one of your locals getting his head ripped off." I said. "Bill Randolph died from a bear attack." the officer said, firmly. "How sure are you that it was a bear?" Sam asked him.
"What else would it be?" the officer asked. "Well, whatever it was it chased Mr. Randolph through the woods, smashed through his front door followed him up the stairs, and killed him in his bedroom." Dean said and the officer looks between us.
"Is that common, a bear doing all that?" I asked him, suspiciously. "Depends how pissed off it is, I guess. Look, the Randolphs live way up in high country. You got trout runs to make a grown man weep. And bears." the officer said. "Right. Now, what about Mrs. Randolph? The file says she saw the whole thing." Sam said. "Yes, she did. My heart goes out to that poor woman." the officer said.
"She said bear." Dean said, questioning. "Kathy Randolph went through a hell of a trauma. She's confused." the officer said, defensively. "What did she say?" I asked.
Later, the boys and I were sitting at a table with Kathy Randolph. "No, it must have been a bear. I mean, what else could it have been?" Kathy said, obviously unsure. "Mrs. Randolph, what do you think it was?" Sam asked her.
"No, I, I remember clearly now. It was definitely a bear." Kathy said, shaking her head. "We're sure it was. But see, it helps us to hear every angle. So just tell us what you thought you saw." Dean said. "It's impossible, but...I could have sworn I saw...the Incredible Hulk." Kathy said which is the last thing I expected her to say.
"The Incredible Hulk." I said, confused. "I told you it was crazy." Kathy said. "Bana or Norton?" Dean asked. "Oh, no, those movies were terrible. The TV Hulk." Kathy said. "Lou Ferrigno." I said and she nods. "Yes." she said. "Spiky-hair Lou Ferrigno." I specified. "Yes." she said and I hum at this then I exchange a look between the boys.
"You think I'm crazy." Kathy said, disappointed. "No. Uh, no, it's just...is there, uh, would there be any reason that Lou Ferrigno, the Incredible Hulk, would have a grudge against your husband?" Dean asked. "No." she said. "No." Dean repeated.
Back at the motel, Dean and I were looking on our laptops when Sam comes in. "Hey." Sam said as we look up at him. "Find anything?" Dean asked him. "Well, uh, I saw the house." Sam said. "And?" Dean and I asked.
"And there is a giant eight-foot-wide hole where the front door used to be. Almost like, uh—" Sam trails off. "A Hulk-sized hole." I said. "Maybe. What do you two got?" Sam asked us. "Well, it turns out that Bill Randolph had quite the temper. He's got two counts of spousal battery, bar brawls, and court-ordered anger management sessions. You might say you wouldn't like him when he's angry." Dean said and I chuckle.
"So a hothead getting killed by TV's greatest hothead. Kinda sounds like just desserts, doesn't it?" Sam asked and Dean snorts. "It's all starting to make sense." Sam said.
"How is it starting to make sense?" I asked him. "Well, I found something else at the crime scene." Sam said and he pulls a handful of candy wrappers out of his pocket. "Candy wrappers." he said and he drops them. "Lots of them." Sam adds.
"Just desserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you kill 'em—we're dealing with the Trickster, aren't we?" Dean asked I groan. "Sure looks like it." Sam said. "Good. I've wanted to gank that mother since Mystery Spot." Dean said. "You sure?" I asked him. "Yeah I'm sure." Dean said.
"No, I mean are you sure you wanna kill him?" I asked him. "Son of a bitch didn't think twice about icing me a thousand times." Dean said and I sigh. "No, I know, I mean, I'm just saying—" I started to say. "What are you saying? If you don't want to kill him, then what?" Dean asked me. "Talk to him?" I suggested.
"What?" Dean asked me, disbelieving. "Think about it, Dean. He's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met. Maybe we can use him." I said. "For what?" Dean asked. "She has a point, Dean. The Trickster's like a Hugh Hefner type, right? Wine, women, song—maybe he doesn't want the party to end. Maybe he hates this angels and demons stuff as much as we do. Maybe he'll help us." Sam said and I nod. "Exactly." I said and Dean looks between us.
"You guys are serious." He said. "Yeah." Sam and I said, in unison. "Ally with the Trickster." Dean said. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "A bloody, violent monster, and you wanna be Facebook friends with him? Nice, guys." Dean said, sarcastically. "The world is gonna end, Dean. We don't have the luxury of a moral stand. Look, I'm just saying it's worth a shot. That's all. If it doesn't work, we'll kill him." Sam said and Dean sighs.
"How are we gonna find the guy, anyway?" Dean asked. "Well, he never takes just one victim, right? He'll show." I said
"Um, Dispatch? I, I got a possible 187 out here at the old paper mill on Route 6?" A voice said in the police scanner as Dean and I sharpen a couple of wooden stakes. "Hey." Sam said to us and we stop working and focus on the scanner. "Roger that. What are you looking at there, son?" Dispatch asked him. "Honestly, Walt, I, I wouldn't even know how to describe what I'm seeing. Just—send everybody." the guy said. "All right, stay calm, stay by your car. Help's on the way." Dispatch said and Sam turns off the scanner.
"That sounds weird." Dean points out. "Weird enough to be our guy." Sam said and we get up and go.
We pull up to the warehouse and get out of the Impala. Strangely, there was no one else in sight. "There was a murder here, and there's no police cars. There's nobody. How's that look to you boys?" I asked them. "Crappy." Sam said and Dean goes to the trunk and pulls out three stakes and three flashlights, handing each one to me and Sam.
Then he closes the trunk and we begin to enter the building, I take the lead. But there was nothing inside just a normal looking abandoned warehouse. "Well...this is disappointing." I said and I turn around, only to see that I was alone.
"Dean? Sam?" I called out as I look around, my heart beating against my chest. "Boys?" I called out again as I couldn't find them. "Guys, this isn't funny!" I yelled as I go to the front door and go outside and look around to also see the Impala gone. "What the hell?" I muttered, confused and fearfully, and I look around myself. "SAM!? DEAN!?" I call out in a panic.
*3rd Person POV*
Sam and Dean, both wearing white lab coats, walk out into a white hallway. They look around and at each other and themselves. "What the hell?" Dean asked. "Where's (y/n)?" He asked as a blonde doctor and an asian doctor made, Dr Wang, pass by them.
"Doctor." The blonde doctor greets Sam and Dean. "Doctor." Dr Wang greeted them. "Doctor?" Sam said, confused, while Dean opens the door they just entered through. It leads to a janitor's closet where a man and a woman are making out.
Dean closes the door, looking freaked, while a brunette doctor, who bears a remarkable resemblance to Dr Piccolo from Dr. Sexy, MD, turns away from the receptionist's desk and approaches Sam and Dean.
"Doctor." She said then she slaps Sam. "Ow!" Sam exclaimed in pain. "Seriously." the brunette growled. "What?" Sam asked her. "Seriously? You're brilliant, you know that? And a coward. You're a brilliant coward." The woman said, dramatically.
"Um. What are you talking about?" Sam asked and she slaps him again. "As if you don't know!" She shouts then she stalks off. "I don't believe this." Dean mutters as he stares at the brunette, in awe. "What?" Sam asked, annoyed. "That's Dr. Piccolo." Dean said.
"Who?" Sam asked. "Dr. Ellen Piccolo. The sexy yet earnest doctor at—" Dean starts to explain then he looks at the sign behind the receptionist's desk and gestures at it angrily, reading it aloud. "Seattle Mercy Hospital." he said.
"Dean. What the hell are you talking about?" Sam asked him. "The doctor getups. The, the sexy interns. The seriously's. It all makes sense." Dean said. "What makes sense? What's going on?" Sam asked, angrily. "We're in Dr. Sexy, MD." Dean states.
Minutes later, the brothers walk through the hospital corridors. "Dude, what the hell." Dean said. "I don't know." Sam said. "No, seriously, what the hell." Dean said, a bit panicked. "I don't know." Sam exclaims. "One theory. Any theory." Dean said. "Uh, the Trickster trapped us in TV Land." Sam said.
"That's your theory. That's stupid." Dean grumbles. "You're the one who said we're on Dr. Sexy, MD." Sam said. "Yeah, but TV land isn't TV Land. I mean, there's actors and, and lights and crew members, you know. This looks real." Dean said. "It can't be. Dean, how can this possibly be real?" Sam asked. "I don't know." Dean said, shrugging, as Dr Wang walks past.
"Doctors." She greets as she walks on. "There goes Dr. Wang. The sexy but arrogant heart surgeon." Dean said as he watches her go down the corridor and sees her pass a man sitting on a gurney. "And there's Johnny Drake. Oh, he's not even alive, he's a ghost in the mind of—" Dean said just as another brunette doctor enters, sitting next to Johnny. "Of her. The sexy yet neurotic doctor over there." Dean finished.
"So...this show has ghosts? Why?" Sam asked him. "I don't know. It is compelling." Dean said. "I thought you said you weren't a fan." Sam said, suspiciously. "I'm not. I'm not. It's (y/n) that's the fan." Dean said. "Speaking of (y/n), where is she? Why didn't the Trickster trapped her here with us?" Sam asked. "No idea. But she'd be freaking out if she saw this." Dean said then he sees something and just stares.
"Oh boy." Dean said.
"What?" Sam asked him.
"It's him." Dean said.
"Who?" Sam asked as Dr Palmer comes down the corridor. "It's him, it's Dr. Sexy." Dean said and Dr Palmer stops next to Sam and Dean then looks at Dean. "Doctor." he greets and Dean looks down, hiding his smile. "Doctor." he said then Dr Palmer addresses Sam. "Doctor." Dr Palmer said and Sam nods then Dean whacks him. "Doctor." Sam said, through gritted teeth.
Then Dr Palmer addresses Dean "You want to give me one good reason why you defied my direct order to do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Biehl?" he asked and Dean's expression goes from awed through confused. He glances at Sam, then back. "One reason?" he asked and Dr Palmer nods. "Sure." Dean said then he looks down then noticed something.
Dr Palmer is wearing white tennis shoes. Dean slams him against the wall. "You're not Dr. Sexy." he growls. "You're crazy." Dr Palmer said. "Really? Because I swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots. Not tennis shoes." Dean yelled and Sam scoffs a laugh. "Yeah. You're not a fan." he said, sarcastically. "It's a guilty pleasure." Dean yells at Sam.
"Call security." Palmer said to the others. "Yeah, go ahead, pal. See, we know who you are." Dean said as Dr Wang, the Blonde Doctor and a security guard are all approaching. But then they and the extras freeze-frame.
Dean glances around, only he, Sam and Dr Palmer are still moving. Dr Palmer grins and morphs into the Trickster. "You guys are getting better!" he laughs. "Get us the hell out of here." Dean growls. "Or what?" the Trickster asked before he grabs Dean’s arm and twists, hurting him. "Don't say you have wooden stakes, big guy." he said.
"That was you on the police scanner, right? This is a trick." Sam said. "Hello? Trickster. Come on! I heard you two yahoos and the girl were in town. How could I resist?" Trickster said. "Where the hell are we? And what have you done to (y/n)?" Dean asked him, angrily.
"Like it? It's all homemade. My own sets—" the Trickster said as he raps on the window in a nearby door, then indicates the frozen extras. "My own actors...call it my own little idiot box." he said, smirking. "As for your pretty little girlfriend, don't worry, she's fine and safe. I had my fun with her back in Mystery Spot. But now I want to have fun with you two." The Trickster said, mischievously.
"How do we get out?" Dean asked him. "That, my friend, is the sixty-four-dollar question." Trickster replied. "Whatever. We just, we need to talk to you. We need your help." Sam said. "Hm, let me guess. You three muttonheads broke the world, and you want me to sweep up your mess." the Trickster said. "Please. Just five minutes. Hear us out." Sam pleads. "Sure. Tell you what. Survive the next twenty-four hours, we'll talk." said the Trickster.
"Survive what?" Dean asked.
"The game!" the Trickster said, as if it was obvious.
"What game?" Dean asked.
"You're in it." said the Trickster.
"How do we play?" Dean asked.
"You're playing it." Trickster said.
"What are the rules?" Dean asked and the Trickster raises his eyebrows, grins, and vanishes in a burst of static. The extras unpause. "Oh, son of a bitch." Dean mutters, annoyed.
"Dr. Sexy? Dr. Sexy?" the blonde doctor calls out as she walks past. Sam and Dean continue down the corridor after her. "Paging Dr. Sexy. Report to the ER." the voice over the intercom said. "Oh, by the way. Talking with monsters? Hell of a plan." Dean said to Sam, sarcastically.
"Just, what do we do now?" Sam asked. "You know what I'm doing? Leaving." Dean said as Dr Piccolo appears and takes another swing at Sam, who ducks. "Lady, what the hell?" Sam asked, annoyed.
"You are a brilliant, brilliant—"
"Yeah. A coward. You already said that. But I got news for you. I am not a doctor." Sam said, interrupting her. "Don't say that. You are the finest cerebrovascular neurosurgeon I have ever met, and I have met plenty. So that girl died on your table. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. Sometimes people just die." Piccolo said as Sam furrows his brow. "I have no idea what you're saying to me." He said to her.
"You're afraid. You're afraid to operate again. And you're afraid to love." Piccolo said and she leaves, sobbing. "Yeah, we're getting out of here." Sam said and he and Dean go to leave until a voice calls out to them. "Hey. Doctor."
Dean stops and turns to a man walking to them. "Yeah." he said. "My wife needs that face transplant." the man said. "Okay. You know what, pal? None of this is real, and your wife doesn't need jack squat. Okay?" Dean said and he and Sam keep walking.
"Hey, Doctor." The man, Mr Biehl, shouts then he raises a gun and shoots Dean in the back. Dean stares after him, then goes to his knees. "Real—it's real—" Dean groans as Sma kneels down to him. "No no no, no no no no no—hey! We need a doctor!" Sam shouts as he looks around frantically.
Later, Dean was facedown on an operating table, staring through the headrest at several pairs of white tennis shoes. Dr Wang passes an operating instrument to another doctor.
Sam is dressed in operating scrubs, as is everyone else in the room, Piccolo watches through glass. Sam holds something absorbent against Dean's injury with a pair of tweezers. He hands the tweezers to another doctor and presses an already bloodstained cloth to the injury.
"BP is eighty over fifty and dropping." the blonde doctor said. "Doctor." Dr Wang said as she holds out a scalpel but Sam doesn't take it. "What?" Sam asked as the two doctors exchange glances.
"Sam. Do something. Come on." Dean growls and Sam leans over and speaks in an undertone. "I don't know how to use any of this crap." he said. "Figure it out." Dean said and Sam grins awkwardly at the other doctors but doesn't do anything. "Sam. Come on. I'm waiting." Dean said, impatiently.
"Okay. Um. I need a penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needle, and a fifth of whiskey." Sam said and the other doctors look at him and each other. "Stat!" Sam shouts and they start moving.
Sam, eventually, got to work on the wound, after he was giving the things he needed, as he uses all of the things he uses. Then he snips off the extra floss from Dean's stitches. "We okay? How's it looking?" Dean asked him. "Yep. You'll be fine." Sam assures him.
Sam looks up and catches sight of Piccolo, who mouths I love you and sighs, smiling.
The shoes leave Dean's field of vision. The lighting and texture shift, and the light starts to flash in time with clapping and shouts and screams. The floor has become two doors, which slide apart.
Behind the doors is blue-lit smoke and a Japanese man comes out of the doors and forward between two Japanese women and Dean and Sam, both of whom are wearing more usual outfits. The Japanese man says something in Japanese then shouts. "Let's play Nutcracker!" The crowd cheers and applauds.
Dean looks around: he is standing in shoes glued to a platform that has a slot for a pole with a large ball at the end. Sam is similarly situated. To one side is an LED screen that says "20".
The hosr says something in Japanese and pulls cards out of his jacket. Silence falls. "Sam Winchester." he said and he continues to talk in Japanese.
What was the name of the demon you chose over your own brother and best friend?
"Countdown." he said in English while Sam looks at him, confused. "What?" he asked as the screen begins to tick down the seconds. "Uh, what am I supposed to say?" Sam asked Dean. "You think I know?" Dean exclaimed then Sam addresses the host.
"Uh, I, I don't, I don't understand Japanese." Sam said and the host repeats the question in Japanese.
What was the name of the demon you chose over your own brother and best friend?
"Is he screwing with me? I, I, I can't speak Japanese." Sam yells then the screen hits "0" and a buzz sounds out. The host said in Japanese.
The answer is...
"Ruby!" The host said in English while the crowd repeats the answer then he turns to Sam. "I'm sorry, Sam Winchester." he said. "Sorry? Sir? For what?" Sam asked and the host mimes hiding laughter. "Dean?" Sam asked, panicked, just as the pole on Sam's platform comes up so that the ball whacks Sam in the crotch. Dean is horrified as the crowd cheers. "Nutcracker!" the host shouts as the scene of Sam getting hit in the crotch replays from several angles. The Japanese caption flashes.
"Nutcracker!" The host shouts again.
"Sam?" Dean asked his younger brother, who makes an inarticulate noise. One of the Japanese women says something in Japanese. The host goes over to her and she shows off a bag of chips.
Have we discussed these nutritious Shrimp Chips? Lots of nutrition, tastes great...and the more one eats, the slimmer they get, just like you. Please buy them.
"You okay?" Dean asked Sam, who just looks at him. Dean looks at Sam's platform, then at his own, and cringes. The light on the doors starts flashing again. "Oh now what?" Dean asked, exasperated.
The doors open to reveal (y/n), the crowd cheers. "There you are!" (Y/n) said, relieved, as she looks between the boys. "(Y/n)?" Dean said. "Is this another trick?" Sam asked and she shakes her head. "It's me. Uh, what are you doing here?" she asked as she looks around the game show set.
"Us? What are you doing here?" Dean asked her. "Looking for you two, duh. You've been missing for days. I got Cas to help me." (Y/n) said. "So get us the hell out of here, then!" Sam shouts and (y/n) nods. "Let's go. And I'll call Cas." She said and she raises her arms to reach out for the boys hands but then she vanishes in a burst of static.
"(Y/n)?" Dean asked, worried, as Sam's eyes widen. Then the host comes back to center stage. "No, no, no, no. Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-human girl." The host said then he pulls out another card and speaks in Japanese. "You son of a bitch, you better have not hurt her!" Dean shouts, angrily, to the sky, hoping the Trickster had heard him.
"Dean Winchester." he said then he speaks in Japanese.
Would your Mother and Father still be alive...if your brother was never born?
"Countdown." He said in English and the screen begins to tick down the seconds from "20". "What do I do, what do I do?" Dean asked, panicked. "What?" Sam said. "I don't wanna get hit in the nuts." Dean said, quickly. "I don't know, I, I, uh, just, uh—wait." Sam said. "What?" Dean asked. "I played a doctor." Sam said.
"What?" Dean asked, confused. "In, uh, in Dr. Sexy I played a doctor. I operated." Sam said. "So?" Dean said. "So I played the role the Trickster wanted me to play. Maybe we should just go along with it." Sam said. "Go along with what?" Dean asked. "With the game! You know, we're on a game show, right? So just answer the question!" Sam shouts.
"In Japanese?" Dean asked. "Yeah!" Sam said. "I don't know Japanese!" Dean shouts. "Try!" Sam yells. "Dammit!" Dean growls and he hits the button and the countdown freezes just before the buzz.
Dean says something in Japanese.
The answer is...yes?
The host repeats the last few syllables and so does Dean. The host shouts something in Japanese and Dean braces himself. "Dean Winchester, Nutcracker champion!" the host yells in English and the crowd cheers.
"How did you do that?" Sam asked Dean. "I have no idea." Dean said, shrugging. "So that's it. We play our roles, we survive." Sam said. "Yeah, but play our roles for how long?" Dean asked. "Good question." Sam said and Dean forces a grin and waves.
A woman does a yoga pose then said. "I've got genital herpes."
An old man sits on a couch. "I've got genital herpes." he said.
Four men are playing basketball, one makes a basket. This one turns around; it's Sam, looking very uncomfortable. "Seriously?" Sam asked, exasperated. "Hey, you're the one who said play our roles." Dean said as he walks up to Sam. "Yeah. Right." Sam grumbles and Dean claps him on the shoulder and goes back to the game.
"I've got genital herpes." Sam said.
The woman sits in another yoga pose. "I try to be responsible." she said.
The old man looks over at another woman. "Did I try." he said.
"But now I take twice-daily Herpexia to reduce my chances of passing it on." Sam said, still looking uncomfortable.
"Ask your doctor about using Herpexia." the yoga woman said and she does other yoga poses while the old man slow-dances with his wife.
Patients should always consult with a physician before using Herpexia. Possible side effects include headache, diarrhea, permanent erectile dysfunction, thoughts of suicide, and nausea.
"I am doing all I can to slightly lessen the spread of—of genital herpes. And that's a good thing." Sam said, uncomfortable, then he goes back to the game, feeling relieved to not go through that again. The Herpexia logo appears.
Dean puts some things in a refrigerator, closes the fridge, and turns around. Applause sounds out as Dean looks at a sandwich on the table, about a foot tall, a laptop next to the sandwich. "I'm gonna need a bigger mouth." Dean said as a laugh track starts. Then Sam enters the room and there was another Applause.
"Hey there, Sam. What's happening?" Dean asked him. "Oh, nothing. Um. Just the end of the world." Sam said and the laugh track comes on. Sam sees the sandwich. "You're gonna need a bigger mouth." he said and the laugh track kicks on again.
"Hey, uh, have you done your research yet?" Sam asked Dean and Dean gets a busted expression, making the laugh track come on. "Oh, yeah. All kinds of research. All night." Dean said. "Yeah? Hm." Sam said, not believing, when porno music comes through the laptop.
"Oh, yes! Yes! Harder, baby, harder!" A woman said as the music continues, a mixture of laughs and oooh's sounds out. Sam looks at the laptop then at Dean before folding his arms. "Dean..." Sam said, disapproving, and another laugh track. "Son of a bitch!" Dean exclaims, in a exaggerated disappointed voice, and the laugh track comes on again.
Sam shuts the laptop and shakes his head. "How long do we have to keep doing this?" Dean asked Sam, speaking through his forced smile. "I don't know." Sam said as applause happens. "Maybe forever? We might die in here." Sam said as the laugh track comes on again.
"How was that funny? Vultures." Dean said, annoyed, as the laugh track continues. The door opens and it's Castiel and (y/n), who has minor injuries. "(Y/n)! Cas!" Dean said as there was applause. "You okay, sweetheart?" Dean asked (y/n), who nods.
"We don't have much time." Castiel said. "What happened?" Sam asked, gesturing to the injuries (y/n) had. "Cas helped me get out." (Y/n) said. "From where?" Dean asked her but before she could reply Cas speaks over. "Listen to me. Something is not right. This thing is much more powerful than it should be." Castiel said.
"What thing—the Trickster?" Dean asked. "If it is a trickster." Castiel said. "What do you mean?" Sam asked but then Cas and (y/n) are flung backwards into the wall, they're face hidden.
The Trickster appears at the door. "Hello!" he greets to applause and cheers. Castiel and (y/n) get up; their mouths had been duct-taped shut. "Thank you. Thank you, ladies." The Trickster said while Cas and (y/n) glares at him. "Hi, Castiel! (y/n)!" Trickster greets and he gestures at the duo, then Cas and (y/n) vanish in a burst of static.
"You know him?" Sam asked The Trickster. "Where did you just send them?" Dean asked, angrily. "Relax, they'll live. ...Maybe." the Trickster said and the laugh track comes on. "All right, you know what? I am done with the monkey dance, okay? We get it." Dean yells. "Yeah? Get what, hotshot?" the Trickster asked him. "Playing our roles, right? That's your game?" Dean said. "That's half the game." the Trickster scoffs.
"What's the other half?" Sam asked. "Play your roles out there." the Trickster said, as he gestures ahead. "What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked. "Oh, you know. Sam starring as Lucifer. Dean starring as Michael. Your celebrity death match. Play your roles." The Trickster replied.
"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches?" Sam asked, shocked. "Hells yeah. Let's light this candle!" the Trickster exclaims, excitedly. "We do that, the world will end." Sam points out. "Yeah? And whose fault is that? Who popped Lucifer out of the box? Hm? Look, it's started. You started it. It can't be stopped. So let's get it over with!" the Trickster said as Sam glares.
"Heaven or hell, which side you on?" Dean asked the Trickster. "I'm not on either side." he replied. "Yeah, right. You're grabbing ankle for Michael or Lucifer. Which one is it?" Dean asked and the Trickster starts to get angry. "You listen to me, you arrogant dick. I don't work for either of those S.O.B.s. Believe me." he growls and Dean scoffs out q laugh. "Oh, you're somebody's bitch." he said and the Trickster's smile vanishes. He grabs Dean by the collar and slams him into the wall.
"Don't you ever, ever presume to know what I am. Now listen very closely. Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you." Trickster said. "And if we don't?" Sam asked and Trickster grins. "Then you'll stay here in TV Land. Forever. Three hundred channels and, uh, nothing's on." The Trickster said then he snaps his fingers.
A man lies on the ground with a stomach wound, crime-scene markers surround him and cameras flash. Dean and Sam are standing outside the crime-scene tape, watching the various extras work. They turn around; they're wearing suits with matching blue shirts and sunglasses.
"Oh, come on." Dean growls, annoyed, as an officer ducks under the crime scene tape. "So, what do you think?" the officer asked Dean. "What do I think? I think go screw yourself, that's what I think." Dean yells, angrily, and Sam gives him a look of concern.
"Uh, could you give us a sec, please? Thanks." Sam said to the officer, who nods and turns away. "You gotta calm down." Sam said to Dean after he turns to him. "Calm down? I am wearing sunglasses at night." Dean yells as he yanks them off. "You know who does that? No-talent douchebags." Dean said and Sam nods in agreement.
"I hate this game. I hate that we're in a procedural cop show and you wanna know why? Because I hate procedural cop shows. There's like three hundred of them on television and they're all the freaking same. It's ooh, plane crashed here—oh shut up." Dean rants as Sam notices something at the crime scene and takes off his sunglasses.
"Hey." Sam said. "What?" Dean roars. "Check out sweet tooth over there." Sam said as he points to an officer sucking on a lollipop. "Think that's him?" Dean asked Sam. "Just, um, follow my lead." Sam said and he goes over to the body and Dean follows.
They both put on their sunglasses as the crime-scene tape is raised to let them under. "You, uh, you okay?" the officer asked Dean. "Yeah. What do we got?" Dean asked and the officer kneels next to the body. "Well, aside from the ligature marks around his neck, he has what appears to be a roll of quarters jammed down his throat." the officer explains as Dean takes off his sunglasses, gets out a flashlight, and takes a closer look. Sam also takes off his sunglasses.
"Well I say, jackpot." Sam said, putting his sunglasses back on, while the Officer looks up at him, snorting in amusement. "Also, there is a stab wound to the lower abdomen." The officer said as he indicates the bloodstain with his lollipop. Dean grabs a stick and pokes at the hole in the shirt with it, getting blood on the stick, then puts his sunglasses back on.
"Well I say, no guts, no glory." Dean said and the officer laughs. "Get that guy a Tums." Sam said. "Gutter ball." said Dean as the officer keeps laughing. "Good one, guys." he said as Dean comes around behind him with the stick. The officef turns toward Dean, who stabs him with it.
The officef collapses, struggling to breathe. None of the extras notice or care except another officer, who starts laughing and morphs into the Trickster. "You've got the wrong guy, idiots." the Trickster taunts. "Did we?" Dean asked and Sam stakes the Trickster from behind. He falls over in a burst of static. Dean and Sam are back in the clothes they were wearing when they entered the warehouse, the Trickster laying down with the stake through his chest.
Dean, in a bathroom of a room, finishes brushing his teeth and spits. "I'm worried, man. What that SOB did to Cas and (y/n). You know, where they are?" Dean asked but there was no response. "Sam?" Dean asked but the room is empty.
"Where are you?" Dean asked and he walks outside and towards the Impala. He pulls his phone out and up to his ear. "It's Sam. Leave me a message." Sam's voice-mail said and Dean gets in the car. "Sam. It's me. Where the hell did you go?" Dean asked and he snaps the phone shut.
"Dean?" Sam asked, which his voice sounds a bit odd. Dean looks around but doesn't see Sam. "Sam? Where are you?" Dean asked. "I don't know." Sam said then Dean notices a red light on the dashboard, it flashes in time with Sam's words. "Oh crap. I don't think we killed the Trickster." Sam said.
The Impala has acquired red flashing lights under the front grille as well, the Knight Rider theme plays. Dean drives. "Okay, stake didn't work. So, what, this is another trick?" Dean asked. "I don't know. Maybe the stake didn't work because it's not a trickster?" Sam suggested.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked then there was a noise next to him. He looks over and sees Ariel next to him. "Ariel?! What the hell?" Dean said, confused. "I'm glad I found you. Where's Sam?" Ariel asked. "Here." Sam's voice said and Ariel looks around. "I'm the car." Sam said and Ariel looks at the dashboard.
"Oh, goodness." She said. "What are you doing here?" Dean asked. "I hadn't heard from Castiel and (y/n) in hours. They told me they were trying to save you two but I got worried when I didn't hear from them." Ariel replied. "Well, this Trickster, or whatever he is, banished them somewhere, I don't know..." Dean said.
"Cas said this thing was too powerful to be a trickster." Sam said. "And the way he looked at Cas, it was almost like he knew him." Dean said as Ariel looks at Dean then gets a thoughtful look. "And how pissed he got when you brought up Michael and Lucifer." Sam said and Ariel sighs.
"You two are not going up against a Trickster." She said. "What?" the boy said. "I know what you two are dealing with. Or more precise, who you're dealing with." Ariel said as they continue down the road. “You mind enlightening us?” Dean asked and Ariel looks sad for a moment. “My brother, Gabriel.” She said. “The archangel?” Sam asked. “Yes.” Ariel replied.
“How many of you are there?” Dean asked. “Only five. Myself, Gabriel, Micheal, Lucifer, and Raphael.” Ariel said. “Well, that explains why he’s been such a pain in the ass this whole time. No offense.” Dean said and Ariel giggles. “Gabriel always liked his tricks.” She said with a little smile as she reminisce.
“What is he doing on earth? I thought all the angels were in heaven until Cas rescued Dean from hell.” Sam said. “Everyone but Gabriel, he left heaven thousands of years ago. Before Michael locked Lucifer in the cage.” Ariel explained.
“What happened?” Sam asked and Ariel opens her mouth to explain but is interrupted by Dean. “I’m sure it’s a fascinating story but we don’t have time for it right now. (Y/n) and Cas could be in trouble.” He said.
“He’s right, it won’t take long for Gabriel to discover I’m here. It’ll ruin the plan.” Ariel said. “You got something in mind?” Dean asked and Ariel smirks. “Gabriel’s not the only one with a trick up his sleeve.” She said and winks, mimicking (y/n).
Later, at a wilderness area, Dean rummages in the trunk of the car. "Dean?" Sam said. "What?" Dean asked. "That, uh, feels really uncomfortable." Sam said and Dean shuts the trunk. "Ow." Sam said and Dean rolls his eyes.
"You sure this is gonna work?" Sam asked. "Well, Ariel said this will work, so I trust her. Plus I have no other ideas." Dean said then he goes to the front of the car and shouts at the sky.
"All right, you son of a bitch! Uncle! We'll do it!" Dean shouts but nothing. "Should I honk?" Sam asked but then Trickster appears from nowhere. "Wow. Sam. Get a load of the rims on you." he said as he looks at Sam. "Eat me." Sam growls.
"Okay, boys. Ready to go quietly?" Trickster asked. "Whoa whoa whoa, not so fast. Nobody's going anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs." Dean said. "What's the difference? Satan's going to ride his ass one way or another." the Trickster said and Dean looks at him. The Trickster rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers. The KITT lights on the car go out and Sam gets out of the car.
"Happy?" Trickster asked Dean. "Tell me one thing. Why didn't the stake kill you?" Dean asked, feigning ignorance. "I am the Trickster." the Trickster said, proudly. "Or maybe you're not." Dean said and Sam holds up a flaming cigarette lighter and tosses it down. A ring of fire springs up around the Trickster.
"We know you're an angel." Dean said and the Trickster looks incredulous, then laughs. "A what? Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake, kid?" The Trickster asked him. "I'll tell you what. You just jump out of the holy fire and we'll call it our mistake." Dean said and the Trickster laughs then he stops, realizing he is caught.
He claps and the world turns normal. "Well played, boys. Well played. Where'd you get the holy oil?" He asked them. "Well, you might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass." Dean said.
"Where'd I screw up?" The Trickster, or Gabriel, asked. "You didn't. Nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did." Sam said. "Partly it was the way you talked about Armageddon. And we had a bit of help." Dean said. "Meaning?" Gabriel asked then Ariel appears between Sam and Dean.
"Hello, brother." Ariel said as Gabriel stares at her, surprised. "Ariel? Thought you were dead?" He asked and she gives a smirk. "My disappearance was extremely exaggerated." Ariel said and she folds her arms.
"So, how does an archangel become a trickster?" Dean asked him. "My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. Till you two and your girlfriend screwed it all up." Gabriel replied. "What did Daddy say when you ran off and joined the pagans?" Dean asked him. "Daddy doesn't say anything about anything." Gabriel said.
"Then what happened? Why'd you ditch?" Sam asked. "Do you blame him? I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douchenozzles." Dean said. "Shut your cakehole. You don't know anything about my family." Gabriel growls at Dean. "Gabriel." Ariel said to him, firmly, and he turns to her.
"You're gonna let him talk about our family like that, Ariel?" Gabriel asked her, angrily. "I don't really like it either but...he's not far from the truth." Ariel said. "I mean. I do love Dad and our brothers too, Gabe, but when they start to turn on each other, tear each other's throats? It's pretty messed up." Ariel said. "Which is why I couldn't bear it. So I left. And now it's happening all over again." Gabriel exclaims.
"Then help us stop it." Sam said. "It can't be stopped." Gabriel said and he turns to Ariel. "You, of all people, know that!" He shouts to her. "I believe there is a way to stop this! If we just work together, Gabriel, we can finally put an end to this." Ariel said and Gabriel laughs, humorously. "I'm tired of sitting by and watching this happen all over again. I putting my foot down!" Ariel said. "You are fiercely optimistic, Ariel. One of the things I missed about you. But you know there is no way of stopping Michael and Lucifer, thanks to these two and the girl!" Gabriel said. "Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins, I just want it to be over."
"It doesn't have to be like that. There has to be some way to, to pull the plug." Sam said and Gabriel laughs again. "Ariel mustn't have told you about our family. What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't about a war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You'd think you'd be able to relate." Gabriel said.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked. "You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other." Gabriel said.
"What the hell are you saying?" Dean asked. "Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always." Gabriel said and there was a long pause.
Sam and Dean look down, then at Ariel then at each other. "No. That's not gonna happen." Dean said. "I'm sorry. But it is." Gabriel said before sighing. "Guys. I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow...but this is real, and it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's gotta be." Gabriel said and Ariel shakes her head. "No, not anymore. This time, I'm gonna change it. I'm gonna help these boys and (y/n) and do whatever it takes to stop this crap from happening again." Ariel said, fiercely, and Gabriel stares at her for a few moments before a smirk plays on his lips. "All I can say, sis, is...good luck." He said.
"So...Now what? We stare at each other for the rest of eternity?" Gabriel asked. "Well, first of all, you're gonna bring (y/n) and Cas back from wherever you stashed them." Dean demanded. "Oh am I." Gabriel said, questioning. "Yeah. Or we're going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel." Dean threatened and Gabriel snaps his fingers, Castiel and (y/n) appear.
"Cas, (Y/n), you two okay?" Dean asked as he gors over to them. "I'm fine." Castiel said and Dean goes to (y/n) and cups her face in his hands. "I'm fine, Dean. I'm okay." She assures and Dean embraces her as Castiel turns to Gabriel.
"Hello, Gabriel." he said. "Hey, bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful." Gabriel sneers and Castiel glares at him. "Okay, we're out of here. Come on, guys." Dean said as he pulls out of his and (y/n)'s embrace, takes her hand, turns and walks away.
"Uh. Okay. Guys?" Gabriel calls out as Sam, Castiel and Ariel follow Dean and (y/n). "So, so what? Huh? You're just gonna, you're gonna leave me here forever?" Gabriel asked and Dean stops at the door and turns back. "No. We're not, 'cause we don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record? This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family. You probably should take some notes from your sister here." Dean said as he nods towards Ariel.
Then he pulls the fire alarm and Gabriel looks up as the sprinklers go off. "Don't say I never did anything for you." Dean said and Gabriel glares at him then at Ariel. The four of them leave as the Holy fire extinguishes.
Dean, (y/n) and Sam go up to the Impala while Ariel turns to Castiel, checking on him. "You okay, Cas?" She asked him, worried and concerned. "I'm fine, Ariel." Castiel said.
"All that stuff he was spouting in there, you think it was the truth?" Dean asked Sam. "I think he believes it." Sam said. "So what do we do?" Dean asked and Sam shrugs. "I don't know." he said. "I'm sure we'll figure something out." (Y/n) said and the boys nod.
"Well, I'll tell you one thing. Right about now, I wish I was back in a TV show." Dean said. "Yeah, me too." Sam said. "Okay, you two are gonna have to tell me what you guys did in TV Land." (Y/n) said. "Oh, do we have a tale to tell you." Dean said as they get into the car.
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