Author's Note: Please read the author's note at end of chapter.
Fantasy World
By: giddyfan
Chapter 4: Changing Fantasies
I am getting ready to go to the police station with the boys. Dean is watching a hospital show on TV and Sam comes out of the bathroom.
"What are you watching?" Sam asks when he sees what's on the television.
"Hospital show. Dr. Sexy, MD. I think it's based on a book," Dean answers.
"When did you hit menopause?" Sam jokes. I laugh a little.
"It's called channel surfing," Dean defends. Dean gets up and I turn off the TV for him. Sam grabs his suit jacket off the other bed and puts it on. "You ready?" Dean inquires.
"Yeah," I reply.
"Are you?" Sam wonders. Dean grabs his keys and walks out of the motel room. On the way to the police station I think about what has been happening recently. Dean and I have stopped fighting because Sam is back with us. Everything has gotten so much better but in the finding a way to beat the devil we had gotten nowhere. We get to the station and start talking to the officer.
"One more time, the FBI is here why, exactly?" the officer questions.
"Might have something to do with one of your locals getting his head ripped off," Dean comments.
"Bill Randolph died from a bear attack," the officer tells us.
"How sure are you that it was a bear?" Sam asks.
"What else would it be?" the officer wonders.
"Well, whatever it was, it chased Mr. Randolph through the woods, smashed through his front door, followed him up the stairs, and killed him in his bedroom," I point out.
"Is that common, a bear doing all that?" Dean questions.
"Depends how pissed off it is, I guess. Look, the Randolphs live way up in high country. You got trout runs to make a grown man weep. And bears," the officer explains.
"Right. Now, what about Mrs. Randolph? The file says she saw the whole thing," Sam inquires.
"Yes, she did. My heart goes out to that poor woman," the officer expresses.
"She said bear," Dean states uncertainly.
"Kathy Randolph went through a hell of a trauma. She's confused," the officer dismisses.
"What did she say?" Sam wonders. Next, the three of us are sitting in an interview room around a table with Kathy.
"No, it must have been a bear. I mean, what else could it have been?" Kathy questions.
"Mrs. Randolph, what do you think it was?" I asks her.
"No, I, I remember clearly now. It was definitely a bear," Mrs. Randolph responds.
"We're sure it was. But see, it helps us to hear every angle. So just tell us what you thought you saw," Dean encourages her.
"It's impossible, but...I could have sworn I saw...the Incredible Hulk," Kathy reveals.
"The Incredible Hulk," Sam repeats.
"I told you it was crazy," Mrs. Randolph states.
"Bana or Norton?" I inquire curious. I am also shocked about my nerd like statement.
"Oh, no, those movies were terrible. The TV Hulk," Kathy tells us.
"Lou Ferrigno," Dean replies.
"Yes," Mrs. Randolph confirms.
"Spiky-hair Lou Ferrigno," Dean can't believe.
"Yes," Kathy repeats.
"Huh," Sam huffs. We all look at each other.
"You think I'm crazy," Mrs. Randolph comments.
"No. Uh, no, it's just...is there, uh, would there be any reason that Lou Ferrigno, the Incredible Hulk, would have a grudge against your husband?" Dean asks.
"No," Mrs. Randolph answers.
"No," I say. Dean and I go back to the motel to research while Sam goes to the Randolph's house. While Sam is gone I tell Dean that this is one of the episodes though he doesn't really believe me. We are both looking at an article on Dean's laptop about Mr. Randolph's death when Sam comes in.
"Hey," Sam greets.
"Hey," I say back.
"Find anything?" Dean inquires.
"Well, uh, I saw the house," Sam begins.
"And?" I question.
"And there is a giant eight-foot-wide hole where the front door used to be. Almost like, uh…," Sam trails off.
"A Hulk-sized hole," Dean provides.
"Maybe. What do you two have?" Sam wonders.
"Well, it turns out that Bill Randolph had quite the temper. He's got two counts of spousal battery, bar brawls, and court-ordered anger management sessions. You might say you wouldn't like him when he's angry," Dean explains.
"So a hothead getting killed by TV's greatest hothead," Sam remarks.
"Kinda sounds like just desserts, doesn't it?" I add. Dean snorts at my joke.
"It's all starting to make sense," Sam realizes.
"How is it starting to make sense?" Dean questions Sam.
"Well, I found something else at the crime scene," Sam tells us. He pulls a handful of something out of his pocket. "Candy wrappers," Sam reports as he drops them. "Lots of them," Sam informs us. Dean grabs one of the wrappers while Sam goes to take his coat off.
"Just desserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you kill them…we're dealing with the Trickster, aren't we?" Dean concludes. Dean stands up and turns to Sam.
"Sure looks like it," Sam responds.
"Good. I've wanted to gank that mother since Mystery Spot," Dean expresses.
"You sure?" Sam wonders.
"Yeah I'm sure," Dean declares.
"No, I mean are you sure you wanna kill him?" Sam asks.
"Son of a bitch didn't think twice about icing me a thousand times," Dean points out.
"No, I know, I mean, I'm just saying," Sam delivers.
"What are you saying? If you don't want to kill him, then what?" Dean inquires.
"Talk to him?" Sam suggests.
"What?" I get up from the table.
"Think about it. He's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met. Maybe we can use him," Sam explains.
"For what?" Dean questions.
"Okay, Trickster's like a Hugh Hefner type, right? Wine, women, song…maybe he doesn't want the party to end. Maybe he hates this angels and demons stuff as much as we do. Maybe he'll help us," Sam clarifies.
"You're serious?" Dean wonders.
"Yeah," Sam exclaims.
"Ally with the Trickster?" I put in.
"Yeah," Sam says.
"A bloody, violent monster, and you wanna be Facebook friends with him? Nice, Sammy," Dean comments.
"The world is gonna end, Dean. We don't have the luxury of a moral stand. Look, I'm just saying it's worth a shot. That's all. If it doesn't work, we'll kill him," Sam reasons. Dean sighs and looks at me. I shrug my shoulders.
"Okay. How are we gonna find the guy, anyway?" Dean wonders.
"Well, he never takes just one victim, right? He'll show," Sam replies. Later that day, Sam sits at the table listening to a police scanner. Dean and I are sharpening wooden stakes.
"Um, Dispatch? I, I got a possible 187 out here at the old paper mill on Route 6?" the scanner puts out.
"Hey," Sam gets his attention. We stop working and listen.
"Roger that. What are you looking at there, son?" Dispatch asks.
"Honestly, Walt, I, I wouldn't even know how to describe what I'm seeing. Just, send everybody," the scanner urges.
"All right, stay calm, stay by your car. Help's on the way," Dispatch reassures the scanner person. Sam turns off the scanner.
"That sounds weird," Dean expresses.
"Weird enough to be our guy?" Sam questions.
"Yeah, I think so," I reply. We go to the warehouse and there is no one there. Dean, Sam, and I get out of the Impala.
"There was a murder here, and there's no police cars. There's nobody. How's that look to you?" Dean inquire.
"Crappy," Sam answers.
"Suspicious," I give. We open the trunk and get out stakes and flashlights. Dean closes the trunk and we enter the building myself being the last one in.
Suddenly I find myself in a dark classroom. This classroom is different from most ones though. It has no doors or windows and there is only one student desk. In the front of the room there is a teacher's desk, a chalkboard, everything that a normal classroom has. I could see everything in the room but the room was dark. I no longer had my stake or flashlight.
"Sit down," a voice says. I turn and see the Trickster sitting on top of the teacher desk. For a few seconds, I hesitate but then sit in the desk. As soon as I am seated and my arms are on the little desk part in front of the seat I get trapped. Clamps go around my wrists and ankles. I struggle against them but it is no use.
"Let me out!" I demand.
"Um let me think no," the Trickster responds. The Trickster pulls down a screen in front of the chalkboard like a projector screen. Then he snaps his fingers and I see Sam and Dean in Dr. Sexy MD.
"They have a lesson to learn but you are the extra," the Trickster says as we watch the brothers. I sigh frustrated.
"We'll talk later. I'm on," the Trickster declares and disappears. I watch their interaction with the Trickster. I look around for a way to escape but it is no use. After the Trickster is finished with the boys he comes back here.
"I know what you really are," I inform him. He turns to me looking genuinely surprised.
"And what do you think I really am?" he inquires.
"You know what you are and I know what you are so why say it out loud. Plus you just want me to reveal my secret," I respond. The Trickster thinks for a minute.
"What am I going do with you?" he thinks out loud. I look back at the screen and smile. The Trickster sees my smile and looks at the screen. Castiel has appeared. The Trickster snaps away and a second later Castiel vanishes from the scene. Cas drops in the room a minute later.
"Cas! Castiel," I yell. Castiel gets up off of the floor. He looks slightly beat up with some cuts on his face.
"Phoebe?" Castiel wonders.
"Yes it's really me," I answer his real question. Cas looks around the room.
"Hey Castiel. Could you help me out of this please?" I inquire. Cas comes over and touches the clamps. They release and I stand up.
"Thank you," I thank him rubbing my wrists.
"We need to get out of here," Castiel states.
"That's obvious," I sarcastically comment. Castiel looks hurt at my comment.
"Sorry," I apologize. "Listen Cas before he comes back I have to tell you. He's not a Trickster he's…," I start. When I try to speak nothing comes out. Castiel looks confused. I stare at him shocked and try to speak. The Trickster has made me mute.
"Let's go," Castiel realizes the urgency. Castiel touches my forehead to transport us but when we arrive he is not there.
I ham now in a cemetery and it is night time. There are many headstones and some trees around. I try to shout for Cas but I still can't talk. Turning I see a headstone that is for some reason unusually bright. On it it says Dean Winchester. The one next to It another one says Sam Winchester. Tears flow out of my eyes.
"So what's up with you and Castiel?" the Trickster questions. I turn around to face him. Opening my mouth nothing comes out. I glare at him. He snaps his fingers.
"Nothing is going on with Cas and me," I tell him.
"Right. He really seems to care about you," the Trickster expresses.
"Maybe because were friends and I was the first one to really trust him," I explain.
"I don't think so," the Trickster responds.
"Think what you want then," I dismiss. I am usually more level headed but the sight of my boys graves has put me on edge.
"See here's what's going to happen. Dean will say yes to Michael and Sam will say yes to Lucifer. They will fight it out and no matter who wins you will be left all by yourself. Castiel has a better chance of surviving then those two do so it will be just you and him in the end," the Trickster theorizes.
"If you think that's what's going to happen then you're as dumb as those angels. Oh, wait…," I say.
The Trickster pushes me and I go flying. I hit a headstone and then a tree. My whole body erupts in pain. I groan. Looking up the Trickster is gone. I try to get up but pain shoots through me. A minute later Castiel appears.
"Castiel!" I shout. He looks towards me and comes over. "You know who he is right?" I ask Cas.
"Yes," Castiel answers.
"Can you help me up?" I inquire. Cas help me up as I groan in pain. Castiel has his around my arms holding me up. I think about what the Trickster said. I love Dean with all of my heart. Then I realize that he talked about Cas liking me and not really me liking him. I look up at Cas. He is staring down at me. Our eyes lock for a moment. I shake myself and look away.
"We should try to find a way out," Castiel states.
"Cas, it hurts for me to breathe," I tell him. At that moment we appear in the warehouse.
"Cas, Phoebe, you okay?" Dean asks. I slowly and painfully walk over to him. He puts his arm around me.
"I'll be alright," I reply. I hide my face in his shoulder and he holds me tighter. Dean looks at Castiel for his answer.
"I'm fine. Hello, Gabriel," Castiel responds.
"Hey, bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful," Gabriel expresses. Castiel just glares at him.
"Okay, we're out of here. Come on, Sam," Dean declares. Dean almost carrying me with him turns and walks away from Gabriel.
"Uh. Okay. Guys?" Gabriel mutters. Sam starts to follow us. "So, so what? Huh?" Gabriel wonders. Castiel finally starts following the rest of us. "You're just gonna, you're gonna leave me here forever?" Gabriel shouts. We all stop at the door and turn back.
"No. We're not, because we don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record? This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family," Dean shouts. With the arm he isn't using to help me Dean breaks the glass and pulls the fire alarm. Gabriel looks up and the sprinklers go off.
"Don't say we never did anything for you," I yell. Gabriel just glares at us as we leave. Castiel lingers a second staring at Gabriel. Dean helps me to the Impala. He leans me against it while Sam and he talk. Castiel hangs back.
"Are you okay?" Dean whispers to me. I know this is different from when he asked me before. Before he was asking physically now he is asking emotionally. I give him a soulful look that says 'later' and Dean kisses me on the forehead. "All that stuff he was spouting in there, you think it was the truth?" Dean asks Sam.
"I think he believes it," Sam replies.
"So what do we do?" Dean inquires.
"I don't know," Sam answers.
"Well I'll tell you one thing. Right about now I wish I was back in a TV show," Dean expresses.
"Yeah, me too," Sam agrees. Dean helps me get into the car and then the brothers get in. I turn back and wave to Castiel just in time to see him disappear. That night I tell Dean about Gabriel showing me his and Sam's graves. When he finally manages me to get me to fall asleep I hold him tighter then ever.
Author's Note: Thank you to all who have reviewed my story so far. I really need your reviews on this one because a lot of it is my own stuff. Next chapter is Abandon All Hope. Some dialog from Changing Channels written by Jeremy Carver. I don't own Supernatural.