Supernatural: Mystery Spot

A/N: I will admit that I am disappointed by the lack of reviews so far and that no one guessed who is targeting the Winchesters. Any how, I hope you will enjoy this next chapter, and it'll get your minds off the aftermath of the election. I have one request: When you post a review, please don't fill it with complaints about the results of the election. I get, people are angry that Trump is the next president, but I don't want to hear your grumblings, okay? Read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds; I just own the characters that I happen to create.

CHAPTER THREE: RETURN OF THE TRICKSTER

"And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called The way of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over it; but it shall be for those: the wayfaring men, though fools, shall not err therein."

Isaiah 35:8

`"Heat of the moment!"`

Sam sat up and glared at the alarm clock, mulling over his plan.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean said cheerfully, sitting on the other bed, and tying his boots once again. "Dude. Asia."

"I know," Sam grumbled, throwing his pillow at Dean, who yelped, and got out of bed to get dressed…again.

At the diner, Dean thought he saw Sam steal a set of keys from Mr. Pickett and toss them into the trash, but put it out of his mind as they sat down in the booth across from the man eating pancakes, with maple syrupy once again, and reading the morning paper. It was when Sam caught the hot sauce bottle without even looking at it, and set it on the table before resuming his watch of the pancake eating man that Dean began suspecting that something odd was going on with his brother, and there might be some truth to what he'd just been told.

"So you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?" he asked.

"Eat your breakfast," Sam ordered, watching as the man left. Grabbing his bag, he quickly followed.

"What's in the bag?" Dean asked, standing up, tossed some money on the table, and then followed. "Sam?" 'What the hell has gotten into him now?'

By the time Dean got outside, Sam had pulled out a wooden stake that had blood on the end, and was closing in on the man. "Sam?"

Ignoring his brother, Sam grabbed the guy by the shoulder, slammed him into the fence, and put the tip of the wooden stake to his throat.

"Hey!" the man yelped as Dean ran up. "What're you doing?!"

"I know who you are," Sam growled. "Or should I say, what you are."

"Oh my god," the man moaned, "please don't kill me."

"Uh, Sam-?" Dean began, uncertain of what his brother was doing.

"I was so stressed out by everything, and confused when my mind control didn't work the first time around, I'd forgotten about my other abilities," Sam growled. "So, it took me a hell of a long time but I got it."

"What?" the man asked, shaking in Sam's grip and keeping a wary eye on the stake.

"It's your MO that gave you away," snapped Sam, his anger mounting. "Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts – your kind loves that, don't they?"

The man swallowed and nodded, deciding to play along. "Yeah, sure, okay." He glanced nervously at the stake. "Just put the stake down!"

"Sam, maybe you should-" Dean began.

"No!" Sam shouted, tightening his grip on the stake. "There's only one creature powerful enough to do what you're doing. Making reality out of nothing, putting our sister into a coma, sticking people in time loops – in fact you'd pretty much have to be a god. You'd have to be a Trickster."

Dean froze when he heard that. A Trickster? Again?

"Mister, my name is E-Ed Coleman, my wife's name is Amelia, I got two kids," Ed stammered. "For crying out loud I sell ad space-"

"Don't lie to me!" Sam roared. "You don't have human emotions! I know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!"

And right before their eyes, Ed morphed into the trickster and grinned while the Winchesters stared, stunned into silence. Loki!

"Actually, bucko," Loki said cheerfully, "you didn't."

Both Dean and Sam gaped at the sight of Loki, who was grinning brightly at them, and for several seconds, unsure of what to say or how to act. How was this guy still alive?

"Why are you doing this?" Sam demanded, keeping the pressure on the stake. "And what did you do to our sister?"

Loki laughed. "You're joking, right? You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time," he reminded them. "Why wouldn't I do this? And as for Elizabeth? I thought she could use a break from you two jerks and actually get caught up on her sleep."

Dean scowled. "And Hasselback, what about him?"

"That putz?" Loki scoffed. "He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one." He then laughed at their annoyed expressions. "Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town."

"So this is fun for you?" Sam snarled. "Putting Liz in the hospital? Killing Dean over and over again?"

"One, yes. It is fun," Loki confirmed. "Two, like I said, I figure that Elizabeth could use a break from having to do damage control with you two constantly. And three? This is so not about killing Dean. This joke is on you, Sam. Watching your brother die, every day? Forever?"

Sam tightened his grip on the stake. "You son of a bitch."

Loki laughed again. "How long will it take you to realize?" he taunted. "You can't save your brother. No matter what. And sadly, that goes for Lizzy, too."

Both Sam and Dean were confused, they knew that only Liz had made that deal. "Oh yeah? I kill you, this all ends now," Sam stated and began putting pressure on the stake.

"Oh-oh, hey, whoa!" Loki yelped, feeling the stained wood pressing into his neck. "Okay. Look. I was just playing around. You can't take a joke, fine. You're out of it. Tomorrow, you'll wake up, it'll be Wednesday, and Liz will be awake, too. I swear."

"You promise?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I promise," confirmed Loki. "But if I've lied, then you can find me having pancakes at the diner."

Sam stared at the trickster for a moment and then scowled. "You're lying, I can sense it."

Loki smirked. "Well, that's for me to know, and for you to find out, Sammy." And he snapped his fingers, causing everything to go dark.

`"Promise me I'll be back in time."`

Sam snapped awake and immediately sat up, momentarily confused as he looked around the room, and then realized that the song was different. He glanced toward the bathroom, where Dean was currently brushing his teeth next to the sink.

"What, you gonna sleep all day?" Dean asked, glancing at his brother before rinsing his toothbrush, and it was clear by his tone of voice, that he wasn't a happy camper.

"No Asia," Sam said blankly, trying to wrap his head around what was happening. Was it really Wednesday?

"Yeah, I know," Dean complained. "This station sucks."

Sam finally stared at the clock radio and gasped when he saw that it was actually saying WED. "It's Wednesday!"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that thing off, will you?" he requested since it wasn't one of his favorite songs.

Sam leapt out of bed, grinning, and grabbed his shirt. "What, are you kidding me? This isn't the most beautiful song you've ever heard?"

"No," Dean answered, bewildered. "How many Tuesdays did you have?"

Sam threw a long-sleeved shirt over his T-shirt. "I don't know. I lost count," he confessed, which was true, and then paused, realizing something. "Hey, wait. What do you remember?"

Dean shrugged. "I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday and then I remember running into the Trickster," he admitted. "But no, that's about it."

Sam was relieved, having feared that Loki would've made Dean remember every single time that he'd died during the time loop. "All right. Pack your stuff let's get the hell out of town. Now."

Dean pouted. "No breakfast?"

Sam shook his head, having had enough of the diner. "No breakfast. We can get some after we get Liz out of the hospital."

Barely an hour later, Dean was loading up the Impala. He pulled a shotgun out of the secret compartment, put it in a duffel bag, closed the compartment, put the bag in the trunk, and closed the trunk, just as he heard someone walking up behind him.

"You sure we should just let the Trickster go?" he asked, turning to face the person, but it was Cal, and he was pointing a handgun at him.

"Gimme your wallet," Cal ordered, his hand was trembling.

Dean raised his hands slightly, not liking the look in this guy's eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, buddy, just relax," he suggested, hoping that Sam would get out here and use his Jedi mojo on this guy soon.

"I am relaxed!" Cal snapped, but it was clearly that he was borderline on having a nervous breakdown.

"Okay, all right," Dean said slowly and calmly, calling on the tactics he'd learned from Hotch and Morgan, "nobody wants this to end the wrong way, let's talk about it a sec." 'Sam, where the hell are you?!'

Meanwhile, Sam was still in the motel room, tying up his knapsack when he heard the gunshot outside and his insides dropped. 'Oh God!' "Dean!" he ran out of the room and down the stairs, just as Cal ran around the corner and out of sight. Paying no mind to this, Sam ran out onto the parking lot and saw Dean, who was on his side on the asphalt, blood soaking the front of his shirt.

Letting out a stunned cry, Sam ran over, fell to his knees, and pulled his brother into his arms, not caring that the blood was getting on him. "No, no, no, no, no, hey, hey, come on, not today, not today, this isn't supposed to happen today, come on-" he realized that he couldn't sense his brother's emotions and that he wasn't moving.

"No…no…" He closed his eyes and waited…and nothing happened; breathing hard, he opened his eyes, and Dean was still dead in his arms. Loki wasn't done with them. "I'm supposed to wake up," he cried, burying his face into his brother's shoulder. "I'm supposed to wake up!"

"What'd you mean there's no Liz Winchester registered as a patient?"

After quickly wrapping up his brother's body and storing it in the trunk, Sam had checked out of the motel, and had zoomed out to the hospital, determined to get his sister before anything else went wrong because of Loki, But when he arrived and found the room that Liz had been in was empty, he'd gone to the front desk to ask where his sister had been moved, and had received more bad news.

"I'm sorry, sir," the nurse apologized, having checked the system twice, "but we have no version of an Elizabeth Winchester anywhere in our system."

Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Listen, I brought my sister in here two nights ago because she'd fallen into a coma with no warning signs of any kind, and Dr. Wright was looking after her."

The nurse gave him a blank look. "Who is Dr. Wright?"

Sam felt his insides freeze. "He – he's the physician who'd been looking after Liz."

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't have a Dr. Wright on our staff," the nurse informed him, "and no Liz or Elizabeth Winchester registered as a patient either."

Sam clutched the desk, feeling as if his world was crashing down around him. Dean was really dead, and Liz had vanished into thin air! "I – sorry-" unable to say or do anything else, he left, his thoughts and feelings in turmoil. He'd lost both of his siblings and he knew who was to blame. Loki!

A/N: Will Sam find the Trickster and get his siblings back? Stay tune for more next week! R&R everyone!