Who the hell are the Winchesters?
When Stiles get's a call from the Winchester during a Pack meeting, Stiles has to go out and help the Winchester's deal with the 'Supernatural'. Leaving the Pack confused on who the Winchesters are. Adopted from Wait. .YOU
Fallenqueen2: Wow thanks SO much for the reviews, alerts and fav's! Up next is my personal favourite episodes with the Trickster who I MET IN REAL LIFE! It was a good day at supernatural con. Now Stiles has been inserted and this will be a 2 parter or maybe 3 it depends.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Teen Wolf or anything other than my own made up plot.
Chapter 10- Changing Channels part. 1
3rd POV
"Supernatural is filmed in front of a live studio audience." Stiles voice overed.
"I'm going to need a bigger mouth." Dean said as he looked at a huge sandwich. The audience laughs. Sam enters to cheers from the audience.
"Hey Sam, what's happening?" Dean asked cheerfully.
"Nothing much, just the end of the world." Sam places his hands on his hips. The audience laughs once more as Sam notices the sandwich.
"You're going to need a bigger mouth." He commented and Dean swished his arms in an 'I know right' gesture.
"Did someone order a doomsday meat lovers pizza?" Stiles asked as he entered the room to cheers and wolf whistles he was in a red and white pizza boy outfit, holding a box of pizza.
"Not here, I just a sandwich." Dean pointed to the plate.
"Aw dang it." Stiles placed the box down, pouting and the audience laughed.
"Hey, uh, have you done your research yet?" Sam asked his brother.
"Uh-yeah. Oh yeah, all kinds, all night." Dean said eyes darting.
"Yeah? Huh." Sam said impressed as the bathroom door opened a girl in pink lingerie leaned against the doorframe. Stiles whistled impressed along with the audience and Dean's face falls.
"Oh Dean, we have all some more 'research to do." She said smirking.
"Dean." Sam crossed his arms, raising his eyebrows.
"Damn son." Stiles chuckled.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean looked straight at the camera while the audience laughed.
Wellington, Ohio. Two days earlier.
Stiles was avoiding looking at his phone since he knew that the pack would be nonstop texting him. He had considered throwing it out of the window on the way to Ohio, but decided against it. He was laying on the bed of a bright yellow motel room, Sam was suiting up in the bathroom to be a fed, Dean was on the foot of the other bed closer to the TV which was playing 'Dr. Sexy MD." already in his suit. Stiles was in a pair of sweats and a plain t-shirt. He wasn't old enough to even look the part of a fed, so he was staying back and doing some more research. Stiles rolled his eyes at his older cousin as he stared transfixed at the TV screen as Dr. Sexy and some nurse made out in the elevator.
"What are you watching?" Sam asked his brother as he fixed his cuffs.
"Some hospital show, Dr. Sexy MD." Dean said looking up at his younger, yet taller brother.
"Heh, when did you hit menopause?" Sam asked as he went to grab his jacket. Stiles snorted, Dean rolled his eyes before clicking the TV off.
"It's called channel surfing. You ready?"
"Are you?" Sam countered.
"Well I'm ready to stay here and do some digging." Stiles piped up cheerfully. Dean whacked Stiles' feet as he passed the bed.
"Be good, don't drink or burn the place down." Dean ordered and Stiles rolled his eyes.
"I promise I won't. I will be a good little boy and stay here." Stiles said trying not to have any venom in his voices.
"That's a good boy." Sam mocked as well.
"Go be pretend feds and leave the innocent teen alone." Stiles whined.
"Innocent my ass." Dean snorted.
"Good bye." Stiles got up and shut the door to the motel room, locking it. He proceeds to get his laptop out and he started to catch up on his research and things he missed while dealing with the wolves of Brecon.
Soon Dean and Sam showed up, informing him about the "hulk" problem before Sam went out to check the crime scene. Dean and Stiles started to pull up information about the bear attack. Stiles found an article in the Wellington Guardian just as Sam came back in.
"Hey." Sam shut the door behind himself.
"Find anything?" Dean asked glad to be away from the computer screen.
"Well, uh, I saw the house." Sam looked upwards.
"And?" Stiles asked bouncing his leg.
"And there is a giant 8-foot wide hole where the front door used to be, almost like a…" Sam reported.
"A hulk sized hole?" Stiles finished.
"Maybe." Sam tilted his head. "What did you guys find?"
"Stiles?" Dean nodded to the teen.
"Well it turns out Bill Randoff had quite the temper." Stiles started as he pulled up the police rap sheets. "He has 2 counts of spousal battery, bar brawls and court order anger management sessions. Suffice to say, you wouldn't like him when he's angry." Stiles finished letting the two brothers see his computer screen.
"So a hot-head getting killed by TV's greatest hot-head." Sam stated and Dean nodded. "Kind of sounds like just desserts doesn't it? It's all beginning to make sense."
"How is this starting to make sense?" Dean asked lost and Stiles shut his laptop and leaned on the lean with his arms crossed.
"Well I found something else at the crime scene, candy wraps. A lot of them." Sam dropped some wrappers onto the table then he went over to the bed and pulled off his jacket.
"Just desserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you kill them…we are dealing with the trickster aren't we?" Dean turns in his chair to look at Sam.
"Sure looks that way." Sam sighed.
"What the trickster? Like Loki? A Norse god?" Stiles asked baffled.
"Yeah we ran into him twice before. The 1st time we thought we had killed him, but then he showed up and killed Dean over and over again." Sam summed up for Stiles' lack of experience with the demigod.
"Ohh." Stiles understood.
"Good, I've been wanting to gank that mother since Mystery Spot." Dean said sounding pleased.
"Are you sure?" Sam looked up.
"Yeah, I'm sure." Dean confirmed.
"No I mean are you sure you want to kill him?"
"Son of a bitch had no problem icing me, a thousand times." Dean spread his arms annoyed.
"I have a feeling this is going to be a brother moment, I'm gonna go get a drink." Stiles excused himself from the room to find a vending machine.
Stiles felt his leg vibrate once more, he sighed before pulling his phone out as he pushed some quarters into the vending machine a few rooms down from theirs. The Impala was parked nearby. The text was from Scott that wasn't surprising, he was determined to tell Stiles everything he was missing even when the other boy didn't text back. Grabbing his coke, Stiles jumped up onto the hood of the Impala and scanned the text.
"So you haven't been answering my other texts but I wanted to let you know that we are going to be meeting with the Alpha pack in a few days, to get this deal underway and to show them we are not a threat to the code or whatever. It would be a lot easier if you were here… I miss you, we all do. Hell even Derek seems more sour than usual. Text back if you can…"
"Aw hell now I feel guilty." Stiles grumbled sipping at his Coke. Stiles stared at his phone before placing the coke down by his feet. "Here we go." He texted Scott back for the 1st time a while.
"Tell Sour wolf to suck it and be the Alpha he is meant to be. The talk will go fine if you bring my dad and/or the Argents, you don't need me to fight this battle…I miss you guys too."
Stiles stared at the scree for a while with his thumb held above the send key. He knew that if he sent this, he would have to ditch his phone. It was worth it so he added on to it. "If you don't hear back from me, I'm fine don't try to find me. I will come home." Before he could change his mind he hit send. He stared at the photos on the phone once more before he grabbed the SD card and threw the actual phone into a near by trash can. He downed the rest of the Coke and went back into the motel room, to see the brothers had finished talking. He threw the SD card into his duffle bag, Sam gave him an understanding look and promised they would grab him a new phone when they got the chance. They didn't ask questions for which Stiles was grateful.
The day wore on as Sam sat by the police scanner, Dean was working on creating 3 new wooden stakes an Stiles was dozing on the empty bed, mouth hanging open as he breathed.
"Dispatch, I got a possible 187 out here at the old paper mill." A shaken voice came over the scanner.
"Roger that, what are you looking at there son?" An older man's voice asked.
"Hey." Sam said shaking Stiles out of sleep and Dean looked up.
"Honestly Walt, I wouldn't even know how to describe what I'm seeing. Just… Send everybody." Sam shut off the scanner and looked over at the two.
"That sounds weird." Dean stated.
"Weird enough to be our guy?" Sam asked. Dean gave a 'maybe' face and Stiles rubbed his eyes.
"Let's check it out. SHOT GUN!" Stiles jumped up.
"Damn." Sam laughed as they gathered what they needed and slid into the Impala, Stiles getting the front seat beside Dean while Sam squeezed in the back.
They arrived at the old paper mill to find the place empty. They got out and popped the hidden compartment in the trunk, grabbing their stakes and flashlights.
"There is a murder here, but there are no police cars, there is nobody." Dean said concerned and confused. "How does that look to you?"
"Crappy." Sam sighed.
"This does not bode well." Stiles muttered. Dean opened the old rusted door; Sam went in first, Stiles following and then Dean.
Instead of being inside a warehouse they found themselves in the lobby of a hospital. All three were wearing dark scrubs with white doctor coats.
"What the hell?" Stiles asked as he looked at his new clothes and surroundings like the two brothers. They all exchanged looks.
"Doctor." A blonde smiled at the trio.
"Doctor." The brunette also smiled as they walked past.
"Doctor?" Stiles asked raising his eyebrows. Dean turned and opened the door behind them to find two people making out. Dean quickly shut it and gave them a weird look. A dark haired woman in light blue scrubs spotted the trio and marched up to Sam.
"Doctor." She then slapped him across the face.
"Oh, oh!" Stiles laughed into his hand.
"OW." Sam groaned.
"Seriously?" She asked.
"What?"
"Seriously? You're brilliant you know that? And a coward, you're a brilliant coward." She stated as Dean checked her out starting to look even more confused.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked even more confused. She just slapped him once more.
"As if you don't know." Before she marched away huffing, with Dean looking after her in amazement.
"I don't believe this." Dean stated causing both Stiles and Sam looked at him as he stepped forward. "That was Doctor Piccolo."
"Piccolo? Like Dragon Ball Z?" Stiles asked, his inner nerd coming out.
"No, no. Doctor Ellen Piccolo you nerd. The sexy, but earnest doctor at…" He looked at the sign above the nurse's station. "At Settle Mercy Hospital."
"Okay he has gone insane." Stiles mumbled to Sam who walked over to him and whacked his chest.
"Okay, Dean. What the hell are you talking about?"
"The Doctor getups, the sexy interns, the seriously's. It all makes sense!" Dean ranted on.
"What makes sense, what is going on?" Stiles asked getting a bad feeling as he joined the brothers.
"We are IN Dr. Sexy MD." Dean proclaimed before they all looked around.
"Really out of ALL the shows on TV we are in a doctor one that revolves around Sex?" Stiles rolled his eyes.
"There is something wrong with your hormones." Dean told Stiles seriously.
"It tends to happen when the last person you slept with tried to rip off your head." Stiles snapped referring to the girl he had slept with before finding out she was a vampire who wanted to kill him. It was not a good night though he did behead her. It was an awkward walk into the motel room that night.
"Well remind me to hook you up with a normal hot chick once we get out of here." Dean made a mental note.
"People are staring at us, lets get out of the lobby." Sam advised and they started to walk.
"Okay dude, what the hell." Stiles looked at Sam who was beside him and Dean on the other side as they walked down the hall.
"I don't know." Sam said at a loss.
"No seriously, what the hell!" Stiles said again.
"I don't know!" Sam said again.
"One theory, any theory." Dean piped up.
"Okay fine, the Trickster trapped us in TV land." Sam gave up.
"That's your theory? That's stupid." Dean asked and Stiles tried not to come across as amused.
"Yeah you're the one who is saying we are on Dr. Sexy MD." Sam reminded.
"Yeah, but TV land isn't TV land. There are actors and lights and crew, but this, this looks real!" Dean explained.
"Nah it can't be." Stiles muttered racking his brain. "How can this possibly be real?"
"I don't know alright!" Dean started before a new female doctor caught his attention.
"There goes Doctor Wang, the sexy, but arrogant heart surgeon. And there is Jonny Drake, oh he's not even real, he's a ghost inside the mind of… Of her. The sexy but narcotic doctor over there." Dean let his inner fan boy out.
"There are ghosts in this show?" Stiles asked trying not to be too freaked out at the fan boying of Dean. "Why?"
"I don't know, but it is compelling." Dean admitted.
"I thought you said you weren't a fan." Sam smirked.
"I'm not, I'm not!" he denied as he looked down the hall and his face dropped. "It's him, its him. Its doctor Sexy." He gasped looking away as a man in a doctor's coat with long black hair walked towards the trio with his hands in his pockets. He stopped in the empty space in front of the trio.
"Doctor." He said to Dean.
"Doctor." Dean looked down clearly freaking out.
"Doctor." He said to Stiles with a judgment in his eyes.
"Doctor." Stiles snarked.
"Doctor." He said to Sam who just sighed before Dean stamped on his foot.
"Doctor." Sam rolled his eyes.
Dr. Sexy looked back at Dean. "Do you want to give me one good reason why you defied my direct order to do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Beale?"
'Experimental face transplant?' Stiles mouthed to Sam who looked horrified.
"One reason?" Dean asked, stalling for time.
"Hmm." Dr. Sexy hummed.
"Sure." Dean looked down at the tennis shoes the Doctor was wearing before his face-hardened and shoved the doctor against the wall. "You're not Dr. Sexy." He stated.
"You're crazy." The doctor stated as well. Sam and Stiles gave each other looks that read 'they both are'.
"Really? Because I swore what was part of making Dr. Sexy, sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots, not tennis shoes" Dean stayed true to his fandom.
"Yeah your not a fan." Sam laughed.
"It's a guilty pleasure." Dean barked back, embarrassed.
"Call security." Dr. Sexy told the two nurses from the start.
"Yeah go ahead pal, see we know what you are." Dean assured the Doctor before everyone besides the 4 of them froze.
"You guys are getting better!" Dr. Sexy phased into a man with short, gelled blonde hair who Stiles assumed was the Trickster.
"Get us the hell out of here." Dean demanded.
"Or what?" The Trickster asked looking around, he grabbed the arm Dean held against his chest and pushed it down. "I don't see your wooden stake big guy." He clapped him on the other shoulder.
"That was you on the police scanner right?" Sam asked his face hard. "This is a trick."
"Hello, Trickster." The man pointed at his face. "Come on I heard you two yahoo's and your newest member were in town, how could I resist? Anyways Hello Stiles, its nice to meet you." The Trickster smirked at Stiles.
"I would say likewise but I don't feel like it." Stiles retorted as Sam subtly moved in front of his cousin.
"Where the hell are we?" Dean brought the attention back onto himself.
"Do you like it? It's all-homemade. My own sets, my own actors." He rapped on the wall beside him. "Call it my own little idiot box."
"Well how do we get out?" Dean asked wanting to leave quickly.
"That my friend is the $64 question." The demigod smirked.
"Whatever we need to talk to you, we need your help." Sam started and Stiles backed up a step, he had no idea what Sam had in mind and if limbs started to fly he didn't want to be TOO close to it.
"Hmm, let me guess. You two muttonheads broke the world, and you want me to sweep up your mess." The Trickster guessed.
"Pretty accurate." Stiles muttered to himself.
"Please, just five minutes. Hear us out." Sam spoke up loudly.
"Sure, tell you what. Survive the next 24 hours and we'll talk."
"Survive what?" Stiles asked nervous.
"The game!"
"What game?" Dean asked following up.
"You're in it."
"How do we play?" Sam asked wanting more information.
"Hmm you're playing it."
"What are the rules?" Stiles asked.
The trickster just wiggled his eyebrows and disappeared in static as the world unfroze.
"This is going to be SO annoying." Stiles moaned as he looked around.
"Doctor Sexy? Doctor Sexy?" A blonde nurse asked walking right past the three hunters/doctors.
"Aw hell." Sam groaned as they started down the hallway again as Doctor Piccolo approached again. She went to slap him, but he dodged backwards.
"Alright Lady, what the hell." Sam seethed.
"You are a-" She started.
"A coward I know." Sam interrupted. "But I hate to break it to you, but I'm not a doctor."
"Don't say that!" She gasped and Sam rolled his eyes. "You are the best neuroscientist I've ever known. So what if that one girl died on your table? It was not your fault, sometimes people just die."
"Okay, I don't know what you are saying to me." Sam insisted.
"You're scared. Scared to love again." She said sadly before leaving.
"Well I hate to break it to you Dean but this show is beyond screwed over." Stiles informed his cousin.
"I'm never watching this show again." Dean groaned as they started down the hall once more.
"Doctor, my wife needs that face transplant." A weary looking man stopped Dean who sighed and just snapped.
"Listen pal, this isn't real and your life doesn't need jack squat." Dean snapped before stalking away, Sam and Stiles trailed after him.
"Hey Doctor." The man said and a gunshot rang out and pain erupted from Stiles lower back.
"Its real, god its real." Stiles waved his arm at Dean as he fell to the ground, the brothers grabbing his arms.
"WE NEED A DOCTOR!" Sam cried and Stiles closed his eyes.