"Up and at'em Sammy!" Dean shouted, stirring Sam from his beauty sleep.

"You got the magic kit?"

"Yeah." Sam mumbled as he got his dress on. He was still tired from sleeping.

"Here take this too." Dean threw another dress at Sam. This one was sparkly, with a golden red flame pattern.

"What's this?" Sam asked. He already had his dress for the magic show and interview.

"That is the dress you're going to wear as my assistant." Sam's eyes widen.

"No, I said I was not going to do that." Sam argued. Dean made a pouty face and whimpering puppy dog noises.

"Dean…" Sam complained. "Uh. Fine." He said, giving in to the puppy dog pout face. "I can't say no to that face."

"Yay!" Dean punched the air in celebration. Several minutes later, Dean was shoving Sam out the door and into the elevator. He dragged Sam into the dressing room. Dean started to get ready, but Sam was hesitant.

"Dean-"

"Diana."

"Diana, I know you want to win, but we need to focus on the case. Keep an eye out for Tiffany."

"Alright. Now would you please put your makeup on?" They started getting ready. Sam kept looking around for Tiffany, but didn't see her. Finally Sam was up for the talent portion. Dean gave him a reassuring pat on the back as his name was announced.

On the stage there was an empty table. As Sam walked on there was applause. He curtsied, and as he came up, pigeons flew out of his sleeves. More applause. He walked over to the table.

"That was just a warmup. Now, the real trick." Sam took a dramatic pause. "May I have a volunteer?" Several hands went up. One of the judges raised his hand. Sam choose him.

"I have never met this person before, nor does he have any prior knowledge of my magic." Sam turned to the judge. "I must warn you this could be dangerous." Sam exaggerated. "Lay down on the table, and relax." Then Sam dramatically pulled a large piece of fabric from his pocket, "magically". He took the cloth and laid it over the judge. He waved his hands around a little bit. Sam paused, for dramatic effect. Suddenly the judge started to rise into the air. The audience oohed and awed. Sam motioned toward the cloth, with the judge underneath, which was hovering in the air. The audience applauded.

The judge started to float back down. He landed softly on the table. Sam stepped toward him, and then with a quick swoop of this hand, swiped the cloth away to reveal nothing. The audience gasped. Then Sam pointed toward the back of the stage, at the curtain. He pulled it aside, and there was the judge. The judge looked surprised, and the audience started clapping. Sam curtsied. He pulled some flowers out of this sleeves, and threw them back out into the audience. He walked offstage, and was greeted by Dean.

"Dude, that was awesome."

"Thanks. I just used an old trick from my magic kit."

"Who knew your geekiness would one day pay off?"

"Thanks." Sam said, sarcastically.

"Alright, go get changed into your dress."

Dean was on. There was a giant wheel with straps attached to it pre-set on stage. The music started to play (Eye of the Tiger). Dean walked out, and showed off his knives. Sam followed him, and tried to hide his nerves. Dean strapped him onto the wheel. He held up one knife, showed it off to the audience, and threw it at Sam. It landed above his head. Dean picked up another knife. Instead of turning towards Sam and throwing it, he threw it backwards, still facing the audience. It landed by Sam's leg. The audience applauded. Sam held his breath.

Next Dean walked up to wheel, and spun it dramatically. Sam tried not to hurl. Dean started throwing knives faster. Sam started to hyperventilate. Dean smiled at the crowd as they applauded. He noticed an audience member applauding particularly loudly, and noticed his police uniform and familiar face. He held up a sign that read, "I love Diana!" Dean was a little concerned because he never introduced himself as Diana to him. A little creepy. Dean still had one knife left over, so he took aim, and threw it at the creepy cop. It landed on the sign, right above Marty's head. Dean made a whoops face, even though what he did was no accident. Then he turned back to Sam, just as the wheel stopped spinning. The knives almost completely outlined Sam's body. They were so close to Sam that he could feel the cold metal on his skin. He shivered a little. The audience went berserk, applauding wildly. Dean curtsied, motioned toward Sam, and curtsied again. Then he walked off, as the audience still applauded.

"Oh we are so gonna win this competition!" Dean said.

"We still have the interview." Sam pointed out.

"Piece of cake." Dean replied. Sam glanced around.

"Any sign of Tiffany?"

"Not yet…Wait a second." Sam and Dean were still in the wings. Tiffany's name was called. They weren't expecting anyone to show up. To their shock, Tiffany walked onstage carrying a baton.

"I know this is last minute, but I'm going to change my talent from singing to baton twirling. Start the music." She gave a little hair flip, and started her routine.

"Didn't Brenda say her talent was baton twirling?"

"Yep."

"Still having doubts?"

"No…"

"So you already have the knives, they're silver right?"

"Yep."

"Great. I'll get the rifle with the silver bullets."

"Wait." Dean said, stopping Sam. "We can't just kill this thing in the dressing room, it'll freak people out and get us in jail."

"So, what do we do?"

"Follow this son of a bitch to its hideout, ice it there."

"Fine." Sam agreed. Then they prepared themselves.

"When are we on for the interviews?" Dean asked.

"Not for two hours."

"We better not miss them. I worked too hard to lose this thing because we were late."

"It won't take two hours to kill this thing. We'll be fine. Look, Tiffany finished her routine. Let's go." They stealthily followed her. She went into the lobby, and then turned down one of the hallways. She walked to the end, and then went into a room. Sam and Dean followed. The door she went into read boiler room. Sam nodded at Dean. They quietly opened the door and slipped into the room. The crept along the edge of the wall. Dean heard a muffled noise, and motioned Sam towards it. They both ran over when they saw it was Tiffany. Sam started untying her, while Dean kept watch.

Then the boiler room door opened again. It was the police officer, Marty. Dean and Sam exchanged glances.

"Go distract him." Sam said. Dean shook his head.

"No way am I doing that again. You go distract him."

"He'll only want to talk to you." Sam said. Dean grumbled, but agreed.

"Diana? What are you doing here?" He asked, sounding surprised.

"Oh, well, we were just walking back to our rooms and heard a noise. We went to investigate."

"Investigate?" Before the conversation could continue, Sam came over with Tiffany, who was shaking. The moment she saw Marty, she started yelling and crying hysterically. Sam and Dean looked at each other, but before they could apprehend him, Marty pull out a sparkly baton and wacked Dean across the head. He went face first into the ground, unconscious. Then he swung towards Sam, but Sam blocked it. Tiffany kept screaming.

"Tiffany, run!" Sam yelled. The shapeshifter caught him while he was distracted though, and kicked him in the stomach. Sam fell into some pipes. He tried to get back up, but before he could even raise his head, the shape-shifter grabbed his hair and shoved his head into the wall, knocking him out cold.

Dean could hear Sam groaning as he woke up.

"Nice of you to join us." Dean said as he continued to try to wiggle out of the ropes. "Who knew a baton could pack such a punch?" Dean commented, recalling how he had gotten into this situation.

"Marty?" Sam asked, also remembering how they had gotten tied up in a boiler room. Tiffany was sitting next to them, also tied up.

"Yeah. That son of a bitch!" Dean yelled, really angry. Sam was about to try to come up with a plan of escape when shape shifter Tiffany came in. She was dressed in a sparkly white ball gown.

"Oh. You're up. Do you like my dress?" She spun around, showing it off.

"Uhh…I just swear I thought the shape shifter was Brenda." Sam complained, ignoring the fake Tiffany in front of him. She started laughing.

"Don't you get it? I am Brenda. And Brittany. And now Tiffany too" She gave another twirl of her dress. "And when I saw you two sniffing around the video footage and Tiffany's room, I became Marty to keep an eye on you."

"I swear to God, when I get out of this I am going to shoot your fake ass with a silver bullet." Dean threatened. Brenda/Marty/Tiffany went up to him and pinched his cheeks.

"You're so cute when you struggle, but there's no way you'll ever get out of those ropes. I made sure to double-knot them." She explained. "And when I win this competition, I'm going to use your own silver bullets to kill this little bitch." She said motioning to Tiffany. "And then I'm going to use them on your brother, and then you! The cops will only find one mass suicide. It'll be adorable!" She squealed with joy.

"You're a sicko." Dean said. Tiffany looked offended.

"A sicko? This is not sick, this is justice. Heather, Brittany, Tiffany, they all have it coming. They tormented everyone else for their own amusement, and yet they won every year! Tell me how that's fair?" Fake Tiffany looked angry. "Do you know how frustrating it is to lose to those three? Ugh!"

"Brenda, maybe they did act like jerks-"

"Hey!" The real Tiffany complained next to Sam.

"Maybe they did act like jerks." Sam continued, ignoring her. "But they were people. They made mistakes, they didn't deserve to die for it. And maybe there's a reason that they act like that. And you don't know what they have to deal with. Did you know Heather used to be abused? But she was finding help and was helping others. Just because she acted badly sometimes doesn't mean she always does. It doesn't mean she's bad to the core." Sam explained. Fake Tiffany still looked angry.

"I don't care. You say they're people, they make mistakes? Well now they have to pay for those mistakes. It's just a shame that you two had to get in the way." She shrugged her shoulders.

"And now I have to go give a totally heartwarming interview and win the competition. I'll be back soon." She started gagging them so they couldn't talk. "Maybe if I'm feeling nice, I'll let you see the trophy before I kill you." She said with a smile as she locked them into the boiler room.

Dean made a face at Sam. Then he motioned toward the purse on the floor. Sam was confused, but then got the memo. Sam nudged his foot toward it and dragged it over. Dean grabbed a hold of it, and tried to search through it. It took a few minutes partly because his hands were tied, partly because purses are black holes where things disappear into them and are never seen again. Finally he pulled out a nail filer. He started cutting through his ropes and in no time at all he was free. He then started cutting Sam and Tiffany's ropes.

"I never thought I'd be saved by a nail filer." Sam said. Dean kissed the nail filer triumphantly.

"I should keep one of these around more often." Dean said, and then put the filer away. "Let's go kill this son of a bitch."

By the time Sam and Dean got to the stage, Tiffany was already doing her interview.

"If I could make one wish, it would be for world peace. And the starving children in Africa. And of course the environment. And world peace." Fake Tiffany said smiling. Sam and Dean stormed onstage. The audience gasped. Tiffany looked shock.

"What? B-But how?" She asked. Dean held up the nail filer.

"Never underestimate the power of a nail filer." He said simply. Then he raised the rifle with the silver bullet and pointed it at the fake Tiffany.

"This is for causing me to not finish my pie, you son of a bitch." He said (still angry about when Marty interrupted him while he was eating his pie) and pulled the trigger. The audience screamed in terror. Suddenly Dean and Sam realized that there was an audience in front of them. Dean froze, thinking about how they were going to get out of jail this time. They had just killed an "innocent" civilian in front of a live audience that could testify to the police. Sam ran offstage. Dean was shocked, so he remained frozen.

"Umm. I can explain…" Dean began, but he couldn't come up with anything. Then Sam came running back onstage, with the real Tiffany behind him. The audience gasped.

"For my last trick, I brought Tiffany back to life." He said and motioned to Tiffany. She stood there looking shocked and confused. The audience loved it. The judges didn't even care that the talent portion was over, they just applauded passionately. Sam looked at Dean and curtsied. Dean curtsied too. One of the judges stood up.

"I think I speak for all of us, when I say that that magic trick was one of the most spectacular, no most breathtaking talent I have ever seen in my thirty-two years judging these competitions. Even if it did occur during the interviews. We will continue with the interviews." One of the other judges whispered to him.

"Oh, it seems you two are up next anyway." The judge said. Sam and Dean looked down at their blood-speckled dressed.

"I'm ready if you are." Dean said.

"Very well. First question, who is the most influential person in your life?" Dean was quiet for a second. Sam was sure he was going to say John Winchester, their father.

"I would have to say my broth-sister. My sister, Samantha, who's stayed by my side on this crazy ride. And who I hope will stay by my side for the rest of it." There were a lot of aww's from the audience.

"And Samantha?"

"I-I um. I would also have to say my sister, Diana. Because we're a team and he's got my back every day, just like I have his." This also elicited many aww's from the audience.

"Okay. Next question. How do you see yourself in fifteen years?" Dean answered first.

"Happily married with two kids, a barbeque, and cheeseburgers and pie every night." Dean said. Sam laughed.

"With a PhD, and a steady job." Sam answered.

"What is your greatest contribution to society?"

"Easy. My badassery."

"…Alright…Samantha?"

"Umm." Sam was distracted by Dean pointing to his hair. Then Sam realized what he was trying to tell him.

"My fabulous hair that is always styled perfectly." Sam answered, with a flip of this hair to show as example.

"What do you think is the essence of winning this pageant?"

"Answering the questions formulaically and looking pretty." Dean answered.

"Being yourself." Sam said.

"If you were to win the crown tonight, what would be the first thing you would do?"

"Celebrate with a cheeseburger and cherry pie."

"I don't really know…I guess take a nap? It's been a pretty long day."

"What constitutes true beauty?"

"Geez, for pageant questions these are pretty philosophical." Dean joked towards Sam.

"Please answer the question."

"Okay, well…True beauty is taking what you've been given and running with it I guess."

"True beauty is standing up for others who can't stand up for themselves."

"Who do you think is the sexiest man alive today?" Sam and Dean looked at each other, trying not to laugh.

"There's this guy, Dean Winchester. He is by far the hottest guy ever." Dean said. The judges gave him a look. "Plus he's got like a great personality." Dean added. The judges looked a little more satisfied with the answer. Sam was very uncomfortable.

"I-uhh. I don't think I'm qualified enough it answer that question."

"Not qualified enough to answer, who is the sexiest man alive?" The judge asked, bewildered.

"Answer the question." Dean scolded.

"Well, I um, don't really…" Dean nudged him. "I guess Gandhi."

"Excuse me, did you say Gandhi?"

"He was a great leader and a great man. He stood up for others less fortunate than him, and I think that's sexy."

"Gandhi?" Dean asked through his teeth, still trying to smile back at the audience.

"It was the first name that came into my head." Sam explained.

"Alright, moving on. Last question ladies…If there is one thing you could do to change this world, what would it be?" Dean and Sam looked at each other, shocked at the relevance of these questions. Dean cleared his throat.

"I supposed I would want to rid the world of all its demons."

"Ahh yes. Symbolic demons, such as alcohol, abuse, people's pasts that haunt them? Very touching." The judge said.

"Right, that's what I meant." Dean said, going with it.

"I would want to eliminate suffering for everyone who has lost love ones."

"So eliminate death?" The judge asked.

"No." Sam said. "Because death is inevitable and part of life. But I would want to ease the suffering of those they left behind." Dean's smile wavered because he was aware of how truthful Sam was and how he was speaking from experience.

"Thank you ladies. This has been Diana and Samantha Winchester." The judge said over the audience's applause, as Sam and Dean were escorted off.

As soon as the competition was over, Sam and Dean packed their things and left in Dean's beloved Impala. Dean drove, blaring his music. He grumbled to himself. Finally Sam asked, "Dean are you still upset that I won Grand Ultimate Supreme?"

"Don't be ridiculous, why would I be upset?" Dean said, feigning a smile.

"You did win Best Personality, Prettiest Eyes, People's Choice, and the Grand Supreme. Plus at least we got the grand cash prize." Sam motioned to the four trophies and crown in the back seat, along with the large piles of money. However, Sam's larger Grand Ultimate Supreme and big sparkly crown dwarfed them all. Suddenly Castiel appeared in the back seat. Dean and Sam jumped, and Dean swerved a bit, but got back on the road.

"Son of a bitch. Cas, we talked about this!" Castiel didn't answer, he had sat on one of the crowns. He made a face and pulled it out from under his trench coat. The crown was broken.

"Cas, you broke my crown!" Cas looked confused.

"I'm sorry." He used his angel power and fixed it. "What do you do with it?"

"You wear it." Dean explained. Cas still looked confused. Sam rolled his eyes, and took the crown and stuck it on Cas' head. Dean laughed.

"Okay, now I feel a little better." Dean laughed.

"Why is he laughing? I still don't get it." Cas glanced around at the trophies and piles of money.

"I take it the case went well?" He asked.

"You could say that…"

Liked it? Did you think it got too corny at the end? I don't know. I'd love to hear suggestions/opinions. Please review! Even if you didn't like it (Just try to be gentle)…Thanks : ) And let me know if you have any ideas for future stories! (Cause there will be more, supernatural, and I'm thinking maybe a superwholock too.) THANKS FOR READING!