And yet another one of my dumb little stories…

Crystal Lake

Dean moaned softly as he slowly woke up. First he rubbed his throbbing temples then he opened his eyes. The last thing he remembered was he and Sam running into a movie theater. He immediately jumped out of bed. Where the hell was he, and more importantly, where was Sam? He looked around the dark room which was only illuminated by a single lantern on a table near the door. He noticed he wasn't alone, three other cots where in the room each occupied by a sleeping male. Dean crept closer to each of the cots and looked down at the man occupying it hoping one of them would be his missing brother, but no such luck. His heart started to pound in his chest, where was Sam? As quietly as he could he opened the door and stepped into the cool dark night. What the hell was going on he wondered as he looked at five other cabins that were identical to the one he had just stepped out of. At the sound of a noise he quickly stepped into a shadow and watched as one of the cabin's door opened. He watched as a tall figure stepped outside.

"Sam!" Dean called quietly to the figure once he recognized who it was.

"Dean?" Sam turned toward the voice.

"Damn it's good to see you." Dean said as he walked over, relieved that he had been reunited with his brother.

"Where are we?" Sam asked obviously just as confused as Dean was.

"Hell if I know." Dean said looking around. "Looks like some kind of a camp site."

"How did we get here? …. The last thing I remember was heading into that movie theater looking for that spirit that ran in there."

"Yeah and I was right behind you." Dean looked over at his brother. "The man who was taking the tickets let us go by without even asking for a ticket."

"Yeah I remember….Why didn't he try to stop us?"

"I don't know, but….I remember he did reach out and touched us as we went by."

"Yeah I remember…He touched my sleeve." Sam looked at Dean confused as to what he was getting at."What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that guy somehow zapped us here."

"Why? …. Why would he do that?"

"Just for fun."

"You mean like a Trickster?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"But the Trickster wasn't really a Trickster he was the archangel… Gabriel."

"Yeah, that one was….but there are other Tricksters out there and this is exactly how one would get his jollies off."

"But where are we and how do we get back?"

"I don't know how we get back but I think I know where we are." Dean walked over to a sign hanging at what looked to be the entrance to the campsite. "Crystal Lake." He looked over at Sam. "Ring a bell?"

Recognition lit up Sam's face.

"You don't mean Crystal Lake as in Friday the Thirteenth's Crystal Lake?"

"Yep, that's exactly what I mean."

"You mean we're stuck in a movie?"

"I think so….Just like we were stuck in TV land that time."

"You got to be kidding." Sam looked back at the cabins.

"The theater we ran into was showing Friday the Thirteenth and I have a bad feeling we're now the main characters."

"I remember when I was a kid you drug me to all the Friday the Thirteenth movies trying to scare me, and if I remember right they don't end well for the characters.

"I wasn't trying to scare you, I was trying to show you what's really out there, try to teach you never to let your guard down."

"You know this Jason character is impossible to kill."

"Yeah, I know."

"So what do we do?"

"Try to stay alive long enough to make it out of the movie."

TBC