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Takes place during Changing Channels
The brothers were trapped in a goddamn sitcom, and if Dean heard one more laugh track he was going to lose it.
"How was that funny?!" Dean asked, ready to beat the crap out of the soon-to-be-dead studio audience, "Vultures."
Another laugh track. Suddenly, before Dean could pounce, the door burst open and there stood Castiel, clearly injured.
Dean was surprised, filled with a strange mix of worry and relief, "You okay?"
"I don't have much time," Cas said, urgently. Dean's stomach plunged as he studied Cas' injuries. They needed to get somewhere safe.
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"I got out," Cas explained.
"From where?" demanded Dean, getting real tired of all these stage-and-lights TV bullcrap. He wanted the real world back.
Cas quickly explained that he knew something was wrong- this supposed "trickster" was far too powerful. Sam and Dean didn't understand- and before they could Cas was flung up against the wall by a mysterious force.
The Trickster appeared in the doorway, to a chorus of applause from that seriously annoying audience. "Hello!" he said cheerfully, "thank you, thank you ladies!" he quickly blew a kiss to his invisible fans. Cas pulled himself up- but his mouth was covered in duct tape.
"Hi Castiel!" The Trickster gave a light wave in the angel's direction. Suddenly, Cas disappeared into a cloud of static. His grin grew wider, "Bye Castiel!"
Dean stepped forward, furious, "Where did you send him?!"
"Relax," the Trickster casually walked towards the brothers, paying special attention to Dean. A very important trait of a trickster is knowing yourself- your abilities, your limits. But an equally, if not more important, trait is the ability to know others. The Trickster could read Dean like the back of a cereal box (preferably Lucky Charms). Another, and perhaps the most well-known trait, was taking pleasure from others people's misery. And this Trickster knew exactly what to say to push Dean's buttons.
"He'll live..." he continued, staring at Dean, "maybe."
Dean exploded, "All right, you know what? I'm done with the monkey dance, okay?! We get it."
Sam glanced at his brother, feeling slightly unsure if confronting the monster that just flicked a literal angel away like he was a gnat was a smart idea. But obviously, Dean was already going for it.
"Get what, hot shot?" The Trickster folded his arms, smirking. This oughta be good.
"Playing our roles, right? That's your game." Said Dean, upset.
"That's half the game."
"What's the other half?" Sam asked, still sticking to his original plan of trying to reason with this supposed Trickster. Maybe he could still be helpful.
"Play your roles out there," God, did he have to spell it out for them?! For the brightest hunters of their age, the Winchesters could be real dumbasses sometimes.
Dean huffed, "What is that supposed to mean?"
The Trickster rolled his eyes, "Oh, relax Dean, I'm not talking about your role as a womanizing pervert, okay? Play it, don't play it- I don't care. I'm talking about, well, you know. Sam starring as Lucifer. Dean starring as Michael. Your celebrity death match."
"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches?!" Sam asked, incredulously. "We do that, and the world will end!"
Sam and the Trickster kept talking, but Dean was thinking. What the hell was this- this whatever talking about? Dean loved women, nad if that made him certain things, then so be it. He wasn't playing anything.
"Which side are you on, heaven or hell?" Dean demanded to know.
He smirked, "Honestly, from one trickster to another- I'm not on either side."
Dean didn't know what this monster was talking about, but it really pissed him off, "Oh, you're somebody's bitch."
The Trickster's smile vanished, he grabbed Dean by the collar and slammed him against the wall. At the same time Sam was pushed back, and the Trickster spoke low so the younger brother and the studio audience couldn't hear.
"Listen to me, you arrogant dick," he said, getting in Dean's face. "You didn't know that your brother was going dark side, you don't know why cute little Castiel is risking his cute little ass for you- hell, you don't know your own freaking self- so don't you ever assume you know anything about me." The Trickster stepped back from Dean, who was still stuck on the wall, so he could now include Sam who was trapped on the floor a few feet away.
"Here's what's gonna happen," He announced, clasping his hands together, "You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that fate has chosen for you." He glared at Dean, "even if that means you have to change yourself. Its destiny, deal with it. Understood?"
"And if we don't?" Sam asked, fighting against the invisible force that was keeping him down.
The Trickster smiled. He felt pretty good about whipping Dean into shape. The oldest Winchester's green eyes were glued to the floor. He was clearly trying very hard to not think. If only Sam had secret gay feelings for someone. The Trickster walked over to the younger brother, and looked down. He wasn't too bad on the eyes. Hell, maybe one day he could have secret gay feelings for him. The thought made his twisted smile widen.
"Then you'll stay here in TV land forever. Three hundred channels and, uh, nothing's on."