Harry and Ed looked towards the guy that was telling them off and then at each other, before saying, almost in unison

"What parts are we supposed to be playing?"

"What does comprende vou mean?"

But at least the first question was answered for them as what seemed to be a ghost appeared in front of them.

"Oh Dude! An actual ghost! And we are going to catch it! With proton packs!" Harry said excitedly.

"Hey wait a minute!" Ed said. "He looks familiar. Yeah he looks like Dean, only older and with a beard."

"Oh yeah, he does!"

They then looked at the clown as it was pointed out. "Wait, that clown actually is someone? Holy crap!"

But before they could say anything else, that big white light happened again and they reappeared in a bathroom.

"What the hell? What the hell is happening here?" Harry said, going to the door, trying to open it and failing. "You know, this bathroom is weird! It doesn't have a lock! And what's weirder? It still won't open!"

Meanwhile...

John let the Trickster have his say, while he tried to remain calm. During his little rant he gave a couple of things away – that Castiel had still been in the clown and that he was still alive, although the Trickster sent him away. Funny, if the guy really was annoying him that much, why hadn't he killed him? This guy had a lot of power, tricksters generally did – they could bend reality and...Well trick people. But this guy seemed extra special. There was something more there and John was getting to him, another thing he had learned. He had to bite his tongue when the guy brought up Sam and Dean and the potential family he could have had.

"A chance of a family like this was taken away from me. But you know that, right?" John growled. "You think your real smart, working on people's weaknesses and insecurities. Sure it must take a genius to work out mine." John said, more than a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "You're a real smart Alec but you have a lot of power and that has to be respected. In fact you seem to have a little more power than a Trickster maybe should have. But that's not the point. Great power and great responsibility go hand in hand. Or at least they should. Seems to me you don't take too much responsibility, I mean you play with people like they are your toys. Have you even considered what will happen with these people once you have finished with them?" John said moving closer to him.

"And then you bring in these amateurs as some kind of threat. Those kids do not belong in the supernatural world fighting ghosts because whatever their intentions are they will end up getting themselves killed and they certainly don't need people like you messing with them and encouraging them! So you continue playing with people and making threats, but know this. I have been through hell, I have suffered the worst tortures they could subject me to, physically and emotionally to try and get me to do their will and they did not break me! They could not break me! So you will forgive me for not being easily intimidated after that. I just think it's time you took a good hard look at yourself, 'Lucas'" John said, doing the air quotes when he said his name. "See if YOU can't learn a lesson for a change." John said, smiling.

At this point Gabriel was starting to regret bringing in Ed and Harry for his ghost busters. Oh true he wanted to teach them a little lesson in that they were not great investigators like they thought but now they were just grating on his nerves. At least when he had dealt with Sam and Dean they had given him a challenge and not yammered on relentlessly. When his father had created humans these two were the perfect example of just WHY the angels might want them destroyed. After all, who could be forced to bow down to such idiots like this? Oh yes Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler were indeed the poster children for human birth control. And to Gabriel right now their voices were grating him like nails on a chalkboard. Would anyone truly miss these two incompetents if they were gone? With Sam and Dean it was different which is why they were still alive. But these two losers? If Gabriel didn't kill them they would just end up on a couch eating cookie dough ice cream and die as virgins. So why wouldn't he want to put them out of their misery at this point? But right now his focus was on John Winchester.

"My, my but aren't we a little touchy?" he asked sarcastically. "Awww….did I hit a little nerve there? I know more about you then you realize Johnny boy. And…as a matter of fact… yes I do think that I am VERY smart. I mean…I was able to find your pitiful little soul on this planet…universe now wasn't I? And hey, it's not my fault that humans make things so easy for me now is it? Respect? Well, now that is a word that no one has ever used with me. Not even your sons showed that to me. Although…I do recall Dean saying that I had style." He raised an eyebrow at John. "What are you my father? I'm not one of your little toy soldiers that you can just boss around." Letting his head fall back for a minute he let out a laugh before raising it again. "But they are my toys. And why should I care what happens to them? They create whatever it is they walk into. Oh sure I may compose the music but they create the words. And come on, could you honestly tell me that if you had the power that I did that you wouldn't use it to your advantage?"

The thing was this was not the first time that Gabriel had dealt with John Winchester but he was not about to tell him that. There had been a time when John had first started out hunting with Bobby Singer that they had come across his work in a small town. He should have blamed himself as at that time he had become a little sloppy and left a nice bread crumb trail right to him. But…he didn't blame himself because actually he had done it intentionally. With the power that he possessed he couldn't help but think that he was invincible…which he was as far as human means were concerned. And playing with hunters was SO much fun. But he had to admit that Bobby Singer and John Winchester had given him a run for his money. During their little tryst though Gabriel had not shown him his true identity but took on a different guise.

"Of course they are amateurs. Do you really think that I would bring in professionals for this?" Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Oh please. You make it seem like these two dorks are innocents in all this. They think they are above everyone else as ghost investigators. Their heads are bigger than the ones on their shoulders. How can you possibly blame me for the way they are? Do you think I told them to act like complete imbecile dicks? Oh no that was THEIR choice. And of course they could get killed! That was the whole purpose of me bringing them here! That is of course…unless they survive. I mean…there is always that slim little chance that they could. But…I doubt it. But hey…I guess they would learn their lesson about being too smart for their own little thongs wouldn't they?" He put his hand to his chest. "Ooooh…..you really have me shaking in my boots here. And break you? Well, maybe breaking you isn't my intention at all. What exactly IS my intention do you ask? I guess that is for me to know and YOU to find out." He clasped his hands. "Well, if you will excuse me I have a job to do. Oh and uhhh keep one thing in mind hunter boy with all your…..ballsiness and trying to lecture me." He gave John intimidating stare. "You are not the only pawn in this chess game. Play nice or piss me off and I just may take away some of the pieces on that chessboard." He gave a smirk and raised his fingers. "Ciao." He then snapped his fingers and disappeared.

John knew by the Lucas's reaction that he had gotten to him BIG TIME as he resorted to threats in the end, before disappearing. Could he carry through on his threats? For sure. Would he? If he pissed him off enough probably, the guy was arrogant enough to play god and treat people like their very own play thing then get all upset because someone had the nerve to stand up to him about it. Well too bad. Those guys were idiots and sure by going after ghosts and bringing themselves up they were only asking for trouble. But this was not trouble they had found or stupidly walked in on. They were dragged in on this against their will, pawns in one man's insane game of chess. The lesson they needed to be learn, would be taught to them at some point in their life, but it would be in a situation that they had gotten themselves into and would therefore be there fault. Would that result in their deaths? Maybe, but it was down to their choices, the way it was meant to be. Who did 'Lucas' think he was to take it into his own hands?

John didn't know where he would have put the two ghost hunters or whatever they claimed to be, but he doubted they would be far, considering the job Lucas wanted them to do.

"Mum! I need the toilet, but someone's already in there!" Bobby complained. Once the noises finished he had gone upstairs, but to his dismay, the door was shut – normally a sign that it was occupied.

"OK, dear, I'll just finish the washing up and I'll be right up." She said absently.

"But mum! I really need to go!"

"Then go knock! You're a big boy now, Bobby, your father and I are too busy just to drop everything for small things like that." she snapped, instantly regretting it. "Look, I'm sorry hunni, but you it will have to wait a few minutes."

"I don't like those men, their weird!" Bobby protested.

"I'll do it." Kelly-Anne said, sighing and going upstairs. She knocked on the door.

"Helloooo?" she said. "Mrs. Chuckles?"

"Hey, get us out of here!" a voice shouted from behind the door.

"Try the handle?"

"You think we haven't tried that already? It's stuck!" the voice said. Kelly-Anne reached up and pulled down the handle and opened the door to show Ed and Harry, openly shocked that the person that opened it was the little girl.

"You guys are wimps!" Kelly-Anne said before going downstairs. John, who had followed her up, was now smiling at the two. He didn't agree with what Lucas was doing with them, but having them shown up by a little girl was priceless.

"Right well we have jobs to do." Harry said. "Egon, switch me on! Ha ha! Always wanted to say that!"

"I'm not Egon, idiot, I'm Venkman! We've been through this! I'll start calling you Winston! Or even Louis!" Harry said angrily.

"Winston? Louis! You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me!"

"Fine! You're Venkman! But I'm Ray! He's cooler anyway!" Ed said.

"Venkman's funnier." Harry said as they finally managed to switch each other on. "Goggles next, and remember – do not cross the streams!"

"Because that would be bad." Harry added.

"And why would it be bad, Harry?"

"'Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light.'" Harry said, looking very proud of himself at remembering the quote from 'Ghost Busters'.

"See! Told you that you would make a good Egon!"

"Shut up, Winston!" Harry said.

"Louis!" Ed bit back, but before they could start fighting, Harry – his goggles on, spotted something.

"Hey! Look! There he is!"

"Protons on full power! Get him!" They said, shooting at John. John ran down the stairs away from the two idiots, not sure if their guns would work or not – but he wouldn't put anything past this Lucas. The lasers ripped apart the walls and ceiling, burning and damaging everything they touched, pictures breaking, curtains set on fire. Man these guys were idiots. He would run outside to protect the family – if he could. He remained at the bottom of the stairs until they worked out how to turn the damn things off and then ran up the stairs charging at them.

"Crap he's coming!" one of them yelled, John wasn't sure who and as he did so, using all his concentration, he grabbed their goggles off of their heads and threw them out of the nearest open window, as far as he could in his ghost form, fortunately they hit the road and were crushed by passing cars.

"Alright Lucas! You've had your damn fun! Get these two idiots back home and stop your messing about before someone gets hurt!" John shouted, now hearing angry shouts and screams coming from downstairs as the family found out about the damage that had been done, along with the fact the curtains were on fire.