Author's note:Thanks to everyone for reading and especially for those that left reviews. And as always a heartfelt thank you to Ghastly Eternity for the great beta-work.

2

"American Idol?" Dean asked with a groan "American Idol? Really, Sam? Did you have to tempt the douchebag?"

Walking through the forest they had appeared in next to his brother Sam shrugged completely unfazed. "It'd only have been fair. Even if he wouldn't have made you sing… you'd have suffered!"

"'Suffer' doesn't quite cut it" Dean shot back with a snort, "Pretty sure having to listen to your singing would count as cruel and unusual punishment. On second thought, you should try and use that on the Trickster."

"Sure, Dean, I'll just serenade him to death" Sam replied immediately rolling his eyes though he had to admit that the mental image was quite amusing.

Dean did nothing to prevent a small smile from forming on his face. Their moments of brotherly bickering and banter might be few and far between these days but when they happened he could still enjoy them. Until he remembered that they were truly and utterly screwed and had been even before the Trickster had shown up which was a sure-fire way to destroy the moment.

The forest they were walking through seemed nice enough, which was alarming in itself as paradox as that might sound, but the complete absence of action had them both on edge after a very short amount of time.

"While we got a moment" Sam broke the silence that had begun to feel very tense "What do you think Cas was trying to tell us?"

He had tried to figure out what exactly their angelic friend might know about the Trickster that had made the creature silence him immediately but to tell the truth the damnable being hadn't exactly left them with time to think on their hands. Sam was sure if he had been able to just sit down and think for a minute he could have come up with an idea or some theory. As things were he was rather busy with trying to figure out what kind of TV-show they were currently in and what they would have to do to get through it though.

"Damned if I know" Dean replied looking rather thoughtfully. He too had racked his brains over the matter but it was damn hard to figure Castiel out on good days and he hadn't been able to give them much to work with before he had been sent away. The older Winchester had the niggling feeling that there was something he was missing anyway.

It didn't help that they were thrown from one scenario to the next without much time to reflect upon anything in between. Hell if Dean thought about it he realized that it basically was like he popped out of existence as soon as he wasn't 'on screen' so to say, which meant he could only use the time that he was also starring in one of the Trickster's little shows.

Of course when the brothers were actually able to get their mental wheels spinning there would always be something else to occupy their attention immediately.

As if on cue a blonde woman in shorts and a bikini top came running past them screaming her head off. Thinking about it this was the closest to their real lives that the Trickster had dropped them in yet.

"Oh crap" Dean cursed under his breath as they looked into the direction the woman had come from and saw what looked like some sort of summer camp straight out of the movies. Well, it was straight out of the movies, only not the kind of family friendly summer camp movie.

"Camp Crystal Lake" Sam read out loud. It took another moment for the penny to drop. "Oh come on!"

It was a safe bet that the killer would be coming their way soon, so the brothers started to run into the general direction the woman had run into. They were careful not to follow her too closely however.

Hard as that might sound but she was dead meat. Usually the thought would have disturbed both of them and they would have worked their asses off to save her, but if the Trickster wanted to get a character he had brought into existence in the first place killed that was a different matter altogether.

"So, how do we kill that thing?" Sam asked automatically while they were still running and looking for a hiding place.

"If you knew your own culture a little better…" Dean began but stopped because they probably didn't have much time to spare, "Nobody's ever successfully killed Jason, there's always another sequel… or remake… do remakes count?"

This time Sam would even admit to giving his brother a bitch-face.

"Everybody knows that remakes count for nothing" he muttered under his breath after they had hidden behind a big oak-tree.

They both knew that this wouldn't get them anywhere and that it wasn't how the game they were forced to play worked but it was hard to break away from every habit that had been formed over years on the job in the matter of… however long it was that they had been trapped here.

"This is all about playing our roles" Sam reminded himself and his brother after a moment of consideration "What would our roles be in this?"

The female's bloodcurdling scream gave them a pretty good idea what the answer to that one was however.

So she was just some illusion the Trickster had created but of course for the moment being they were a part of this movie-world which meant they weren't supposed to think like that. Besides if they refused Jason would just be coming for them next.

Dean gave a long-suffering groan but ran toward the noise alongside his brother anyway.

"Wow, even uglier in real life" he commented picking up a stone to throw at the masked killer. They had to get his attention somehow but preferably while they weren't too close to the machete Jason was waving around.

Luckily the woman had somehow managed to get at least as far away from the killer as the brothers were. It was so much harder not to view her as a living, breathing person once eye-contact had been established.

The brothers came to the silent understanding that they weren't going to run but try their luck in hand-to-hand combat. How much worse than the average fist-fight against a demon could it be really?

"Hey Sammy" Dean just couldn't help saying as Jason started to advance toward them "Let's hope this isn't the kind of horror-scenario where only one person can survive, huh?"

Sam groaned before he replied: "You just had to say that now!"

In theory Jason Vorhees was just a human being, but of course they had to operate on movie-logic here, which meant he was a damn near unstoppable slasher-killer that could do pretty much everything including instant teleportation when nobody was looking.

Thinking about it like that running might have been the better option after all especially since they had no guarantee which course of action would lead them out of 'Friday 13th' and to some other show or movie.

The realization came a little late however seeing how Sam had just ducked under the swinging machete and was now trying to unbalance the killer with a kick to the knee that didn't really do much good. Whatever the killer was made of flesh and bone couldn't be it, at least not the usual variety of those.

Dean took the chance while Jason was preoccupied to try and knock the machete out of his hand, which in turn gave Sam the opportunity to get back to a standing position.

It took their combined effort to finally gain purchase of the blade so Dean could embed it in the killer's chest.

They watched him fall to the ground with relieved sighs.

"I'm never going to complain about run-of-the-mill demons again" Sam promised pushing his hair out of his face "At least they are following the laws of physics… mostly."

"Oh please, it wasn't even that b…" Dean started just as Jason abruptly got to his feet again yanking the blade from his own flesh and swinging it at Sam, who only had enough time to raise his arms defensively…