I've Been Stuck Now
Every night it seemed like he couldn't stop thinking about the Trickster and everything he had said. He was losing sleep but not enough to affect him or give Dean any signs of distress. It would be a whole lot better for him if he didn't need to rethink everything the Trickster had said to him. The demi-God was helping him get used to his brother's upcoming death. He had also mentioned how he thought of him all the time and wondered if he was on his mind more nowadays or even wondered what he meant. Was he afraid that they would find him again and try to kill him? If that is what he was thinking about then he didn't really care about that declaration anymore. Or was he meaning that he missed him? Sam wouldn't say that he missed The Trickster but he was more of a reoccurring object in a dream. Which only meant, since he was a nerd, that the more times you saw it in a dream the more likely that it would become true.
It scared him and the reason for that is because of the content of the dreams. They began to leave him with very painful morning erections and found it hard sometimes to even get rid of it without having to masturbate with thoughts of The Trickster. He was so glad that his brother couldn't see his thoughts or he would probably be checking him into a mental hospital by now. At times he wondered if the Trickster was still messing around with him and that he could pin the blame on someone but he knew the truth. He had a feeling that he did fall for the Trickster whether he liked it or not and by the way some of those dreams went he liked it…a lot.
Sam was hoping that after a year of not hearing a single thing about any kind of Trickster would help get rid of all thoughts of the one they ran into several times but that was far from ever happening. There were times when he was with Ruby and preparing to kill Lillith that he thought of the Trickster but it never grew from a passing thought. Mostly it was because he had to lie to his brother and when he did find out what was going on he had to deal with his brother's scrutinizing looks all the time. He knew he was doing the right thing since he could tell that his brother wasn't going to be able to kill Lillith.
The Trickster however couldn't help from keeping a close eye on the Winchesters as the year went by. He knew what was going to happen; he wasn't a demi-god for nothing after all. He also felt some nostalgia toward the younger hunter since he was still on his mind a lot. Everything he saw wasn't good, he didn't take his warning and now came the time for the real decision of how the future would be set for the brothers. He really hoped that this would still happen because he had his own agenda and that is why when it happened he should have only felt happiness, but he also felt a small pang of sadness.
Sam walked up to the victim's house that was allegedly killed by the Incredible Hulk with a pretty open mind as to what happened. Right away he could tell that the wife wasn't lying since there was an eight foot hole in the house. He flashed his badge as he stepped through the hole, pretty sure there used to be a door there and followed the carnage to where the man died. Everything was proving the poor woman's story but of course the officials wouldn't believe her since there was no possible way for the Hulk to just suddenly come alive and attack this one man. His eyes scanned the room and instantly locked onto a pile of candy wrappers that were hanging out in the corner. Once he spotted them he began moving some rubble finding more of the candy wrappers. While the cops weren't paying attention to him, he picked them up and stuck them in his pocket. His mind was already working through the clues they had and a small smile crept onto his face as exited the house through the same hole.
The hunter didn't even notice he was smiling until he walked up to the car and saw his reflection in the window. He blinked as the smile slowly disappeared. There was no reason to be smiling since if it was truly the Trickster, which he was already going out on a limb with thinking it, he still had a grudge against them and he was pretty sure Dean would want to kill him. Killing the Trickster didn't feel right to him and he wasn't sure if it was because of how he still appeared in his dreams at times or that he was a powerful supernatural being that could help them in their own endeavor of killing the devil. Sam took a deep breath and got into the car going to think it through a little more but as he drove back to the hotel, that small smile continued to try appearing on his face showing how he truly felt about him being back on their radar. He had long ago come to the conclusion that the Trickster was really trying to help him and actually warned him in some small way that this was going to happen which is why he wanted to talk to him more and ask why he cared.
Dean looked up when the door opened seeing Sam looking pretty serious which would only mean he had something important to say. "So, was it the big bad Hulk?" he asked.
"I saw the house and there is a giant eight foot wide whole where the front door used to be." he answered which pretty much was the evidence needed for it to be the Incredible Hulk.
"You know our lovely Bill Randolph? He's been charged with two accounts of spouse battery, bar brawls, and a court ordered anger management sessions. You could say you wouldn't like him angry." smirked Dean a little as he looked back up at Sam.
Sam scoffed a little seeing the irony in how the man had died. "A hot head being killed by TV's greatest hot head…sounds like just deserts." he said and the last part was said a little softer. Now there was no other explanation other than one. "It does make more sense now since I found these all over the crime scene." he stated putting his hand in his pocket and pulling out the candy wrappers. He held them up before letting them fall onto the table.
Dean furrowed his eyebrows as he picked them up looking at the candy wrappers. Sam continued into the hotel taking off his coat but that damn small smile was back on his face. "Candy wrappers? Just deserts..?" he asked slowly before it clicked with him as well. "We're dealing with the Trickster."
After Dean had his little fanboy attack of meeting Dr. Sexy face to face, he was able to realize it wasn't really Dr. Sexy. He slammed the doctor against the wall. "You know I swear that one of the things that make Dr. Sexy, sexy, is that he wears cowboy boots instead of tennis shoes." he stated and just that one sentence was able to make the Trickster change forms.
"You guys are getting better." he smiled widely and looked between the two brothers. His eyes lingered longer on the taller brother and couldn't stop himself from a quick up down of his body. It was different seeing him in person than as an invisible being popping in every now and then. He could definitely see where he had grown some and sadly, the difference in height was still there right in his face. The Trickster was a powerful human being and could change any form he wished yet he liked this form and back in the good old days this used to be considered tall. Now that he looks at the giant younger Winchester, he realized that he did have a kink for big things. I bet Sammy there has no reason to compensate.
However his wonderful dirty thoughts were interrupted by another push against his chest and he pulled his eyes back to the emerald ones right in front of him. "Get us out of here now." demanded Dean.
The Trickster just smiled widely and grabbed his arm tightly before forcing it off of him. "Not so tough without your stakes now aren't ya big boy?" he asked as he patted his shoulder and looked at the two.
Sam was the one who had something other than anger in his face and it looked like he was trying to decide which emotion he should focus on more. The youngest hunter could almost feel or see what the Trickster was thinking making him shiver nearly in anticipation. He had just way too many dreams with this man always being the center of them to ignore a stare like that easily but he was also desperate. "We are not here to fight." stated Sam.
"Oh really now? It looks like Dean-o here is ready to chop off my head." he pointed out as he moved to where he was a little farther away and able to look at the two completely. "Let me guess though, you two screwballs messed up the whole world and want me to help fix it up."
Dean and Sam both spared a quick glance of surprise before the older hunter crossed his arms. "Yeah well you seemed like the type of guy who didn't want the world to end."
The Trickster's smile turned wider as he shook his head. "I don't care, the world can end. I've had a good go and I'm still going to be around when the shit hits the fan."
Sam was shocked to hear him saying that since he almost expected him to help them out again. It would be nice but the way this conversation was going, it would stay no. "But all your fun will be gone." he said trying to reason with the Trickster and barely keeping back the question of why he helped before but not now.
"It's still a no moose boy. It's time to play the game and act out your roles." he stated and looked between the two now focusing a little more on Dean. The last thing he needed was for those puppy eyes of Sam to make him change his mind right now as he waited for their reaction.
"Fuck no, you get us the hell out of here now!" demanded Dean not going to stay in this TV land forever. The last thing he wanted was to play some stupid doctor or anything worse that the Trickster could come up with.
"How do we get out?" asked Sam thinking that if he continued to ask questions he would stay a little longer and they could possibly persuade him.
All the Trickster did was just smile and wink before he zapped out. The Dr. Sexy show continued around them while the two brothers stood dumbfounded. "By the way Sam, great idea of working with the Trickster." he snapped.
Sam shook his head ignoring him because he really thought that they would be able to gain his help again. Maybe it was too much to ask since they did fuck up the world themselves but someone as powerful as the Trickster would have been a nice ally to have. At least they still had Castiel on their side so far. "Yeah I know but at least we tried." he pointed out to him.
Dean and Sam were currently in a fake motel room where they had their own television show. At least in this channel they were hunters but foolishly doing things to get laughs out of people. "Dude, I'm tired of this." he said softly but somehow the "audience" they had still heard him and laughed. "What do you think he's doing with Cas?!"
Sam shook his head as he was tempted to sit at the table they had. He was tired of hearing that question, they had been through a couple commercials and one other show since Castiel got zapped away and Dean had to ask this question at least five times in each new world. "We can't do anything about it except try to find a way out and maybe Castiel will come along with?" he suggested.
"No, that's not enough! He doesn't know anything about TV and the Trickster shouldn't even be able to get the jump on him!" he exclaimed trying not to show that he was really worried about the angel when he knew there wasn't much Castiel couldn't handle.
That was when the door suddenly opened and Castiel walked inside, Sam was pretty sure Dean smiled. Except that smile didn't last long since Castiel looked beaten up since they last saw him. "Dean, Sam, I believe this isn't a Trickster." he started.
"Cas! What the hell is he doing to you?" he asked actually taking a step forward but kept himself from going any further.
"Listen to me Dean, this thing is much more po-." he started to say before he was thrown back against the wall at the same time of the door opening again.
"Heyo~!" smiled the Trickster widely as he laughed and spared a few words to the audience. Dean looked like he was ready to throttle the supernatural being while Castiel got up with duct tape on his mouth to keep him quiet. "Hey Castiel."
Castiel's eyes widened and he looked at the two brothers like he wanted to say something really important right before he disappeared again. "Hey! Bring him back now!" snapped Dean tired of all of this and wasn't going to keep playing this game if they had no chance of getting out of here.
"Can't do that Dean, he keeps wanting to ruin my fun." he stated but he didn't like how Sam was staring him down. Of course the younger and smarter Winchester would be able to catch the little hint of how Castiel looked. Dean was too busy worrying about his angel boyfriend to see the realization.
"He knew you." said Sam as he stared at the Trickster. They would know better about Tricksters if they ran into them before but since they didn't they had nothing to go on except lore and now they had an angel. That angel in particular was getting beaten by this demi-god and that recognition in Castiel's eyes only made the fact that this supernatural being was something else.
Dean was walking in front of the Impala knowing what Sam and he were subjecting themselves too but they couldn't help it. "Alright, get your ass down here! We give in! We'll play our roles!" he yelled and now just had to wait to see if the Trickster would believe him.
They definitely had luck because the Trickster did in fact appear with a large smile on his face as he walked up to the Impala. "Woo wee Sam, look at the rims on you~." he smirked.
Sam, the Impala now retorted back, "Eat me."
Inwardly the Trickster was already agreeing to that because sadly, having fun with the brothers like this and trying to keep his mind set on having them play their roles didn't lessen the attraction he had for the younger Winchester. He wished it did because then it would make the apocalypse so much easier to be happy about now. "Now you two are going to play nice and suck it up?" he asked.
"There will be no agreeing until Sam has thumbs." demanded Dean glaring at the other. He was tired of these games and he couldn't help but feel worried for the angel that had gone missing some time ago. If the Trickster hurt Castiel like he had done to them, he would definitely have a lot of pleasure in killing the monster.
The Trickster sighed and stared at him wondering if he really had to bring Sam out because last time the young hunter wanted something he gave him the best damn puppy eyes he's seen in centuries. "Fine." he said snapping his fingers and Sam came out of the Impala.
Sam didn't look pleased at all and because of it he missed how the Trickster did another sweep of his body. He just couldn't believe everything that the Trickster had done and how much he could have changed from the time he saw him at the Mystery Spot. However, they also knew that he wasn't a Trickster. "Castiel was right you're too powerful to be a trickster."
"Which is why we believe you're an angel." stated Dean as Sam took out a lighter from his pocket, flicked the lighter on and tossed it onto the holy oil ring they made. That was even further proof of what little luck the brothers had since he stopped right where it was. The fire instantly blazed and surrounded the Trickster leaving the man speechless.
"An…angel?! Did daddy drop you on your head too much when you were a child? I'm not an angel." he said with a smile but it wasn't as playful as usual. The Trickster was becoming unsure because the both of them looked very serious. He couldn't let the one thing he had hidden so well be ruined now.
"How about this, you just jump out of the holy fire and we'll call it our mistake." he said waiting for the other to do a miracle but he also really hoped that he wouldn't be able to jump out. Both of the brothers were hoping for that because if he did, that meant they were back at square one and most likely forever trapped in TV land.
The Trickster continued to smile even though it began to get faker by the second. He soon looked down and back up before he looked beaten. I bet it was Sasquatch that came up with the idea. The found out angel had his illusion fall and they were back in the warehouse with him still trapped in the holy fire. He slowly clapped his hands and looked between the two. "So, what gave me away?" he asked.
Dean and Sam both looked relieved in some small way that they were right but now they had to figure out what angel they were dealing with. "No one gets that angry over family unless they were a part of it." answered Dean and it was the truth since these two would know more about it than anyone else in the room at the moment.
"Which one are you?" asked Sam tired of all these games and people constantly lying to him. Sam was trying to be fully angry at the angel but even that was difficult. He should be because of everything that happened in the past few days. Especially for him trying to get them to let the apocalypse happen but the small feelings that only continued to develop were not letting him.
The angel sighed and looked between the two quickly. "Gabriel okay? My name is Gabriel."
"The archangel?" asked Sam completely thrown off and had already done all the research needed for angels since they were becoming a larger part of their lives but that was the last angel he thought they'd run into. Gabriel was another archangel, strong, the messenger, and the youngest of all the archangels. Running into an archangel and now having him here like this? It would be really nice if he was an ally but his intentions were clear. He wanted the apocalypse and could care less about what happened with them. That hurt him even more than the idea of him not helping. If he really didn't care about them then why did he help him before? It didn't make any sense and he decided to officially begin forgetting about any kind of feelings he had for the archangel now.
Gabriel found himself looking at Sam more and since he was an angel he was easily seeing the other's thoughts. He internally smiled but if it was on his face, it wouldn't look happy. The archangel knew it was his fault and it would be difficult to get back on their side. Well Sam's good side is all he cared about but once he gave the other time to cool down he would try to make up for what he had done. "Yes the archangel Gabriel."