Arms pumping….legs pistoning hard, propelling feet off the ground…muscle burning…lungs praying to burst, if only to end the pain tearing through them….they must keep running…got to outrun him….too late…they turn to look back across the distance…they are swallowed by the haze…by the blinding flash of light….

Sam awakes….everything is wrong…the world is wrong…the sharp angles lend a Picasso/cubist aura to their surroundings…Sam is spinning slowly to try to take it all in….Oh my God….Dean!!!! He locates him a short distance away…he runs to him…it seems to take forever, but he gets there…he drops to the ground next to him and grips his shoulder…."Dean!!!! he screams…his voice has taken on a slightly tinny squeak…"Dean!!!! Wake up!!!" Sam cries…finally Dean starts to come around…

"UUUUUUuuuuuughh….Sammy…."Dean starts to say, then upon hearing his voice, he sits upright and looks at his brother…. "Sammy!!! What the hell…..What's with my voice?!?!? And my body?!?!..."he said, looking down….he looked back at Sam and saw that he was in a similar boat…Sam was all angles…the planes of his admittedly handsome face were odd…Dean could still see his brother but things were just a bit off…he looked down to his hands…"What the HELL!!!!!! Sammy!! We only have four fingers on our hands!!! "he squeaked out. Dean was breathing hard…his normally strapping chest was angular and somehow…more strapping…his hair was set in crazy, rigid spikes, no softness or curve to them at all… He looked at Sam…Sam's eyes, so familiar, so precious to Dean, we're still the same…he was thankful for that…he could see everything in those eyes…even when Sam tried to hide things from him, he could tell …

Suddenly,…those familiar eyes filled with panic….Dean's eyes widened in fear…"What Sammy…what's wrong…?!?!?"

"I don't know Dean…I just got the weirdest feeling….it was like I felt someone was tugging my collar up and trying to pull me off in another direction…." Sam broke off when he felt it again…he couldn't fight it….he stood and walked a short distance away…

"Dean!!! I can't fight it!!!! Its pull is too strong…." Sam said, his newly tinnier voice sounding smaller across the gap….

"Sammy!!! We'll figure this out……" he broke off as he felt like he was being yanked to his feet….he stiffly walked over to join his brother….

He was going to speak to Sam, but suddenly, they were simultaneously off and running…the space before them was no longer flat…Sam and Dean were made to jump onto all sorts of random, crazy things…small hills…protruding pipes…they were propelled into the air where strangely glowing coins floated with no visible means of support…, finally, they hit a section of flat ground again…even though they had been running and jumping for what seemed like an eternity, neither felt tired….

"Sammy,…this is gonna sound crazy, but are we where I think we are….???" Dean said…praying he was just hallucinating or dreaming or anything else but what it was…

"If you mean do I think we are trapped inside a damn video game….yeah…I'd say that's a definite possibility…"Sam said in his tinny voice….

"Damn you Trickster!!!!! " Dean screamed,…hoping the mischievous demigod was able to hear him….

The Trickster laid casually sprawled on his couch…working the keys of the controller with ease….a jovial grin playing on his lips, occasionally the grin was broken by the fact that the Trickster would catch his bottom lip in his teeth and hold it while he was doing a particularly difficult move….but always…the grin returned…he was ecstatic over the fun he was having with his brand new game….

The Super Winchester Brothers!!!