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
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Teen Wolf or anything other than my own made up plot.
Chapter 11- Changing Channels part. 2
3rd POV
Stiles opened his eyes to a throbbing in his lower back. He saw a blue paneled floor with white tennis shoes moving about.
"Sam, Stiles is waiting." Dean hissed at his brother, who was in scrubs removing the bullet from their cousin's lower back.
"I don't know how to use any of this crap." He hissed back.
"Figure it out, I'm waiting." Stiles told them annoyed.
"You okay kid?" Dean asked squatting down to look at Stiles pale face.
"I got shot in the back how do you think I feel?" Stiles deadpanned.
"Fair point, come on Sammy." Dean stood back up.
"Err okay, I'll need some dental floss, a pen knife, a sewing needle and a pint of whiskey." Sam said off the top of his head and everyone just stared at him. "STAT." He said firmly and Stiles saw movement as people started to rush around.
"Dental floss?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Shut up." Sam rolled his eyes as his items were brought to him; he started to work with dean talking to Stiles who clenched his teeth at the pain of being stitched back up with dental floss.
"How are we coming? How does it look?" Stiles asked and Sam sighed in relief.
"Yeah, you're going to be fine." Sam answered and Stiles let out a groan.
"Thank god." He grumbled as the floor started to flash. "What the hell?" He asked his eyes widening.
His body felt like it was being wrapped and twisted before he blinked and he was on the stage of a Japanese game show. Sam and Dean were on either side of him. All three were on smaller stages, feet incased in boots that were bolted to the surface.
"This does not bode well." Stiles told the brothers who both nodded before music played and a man in a suit came rushing out, overly excited.
"Nutcracker!" Was all they could understand within the Japanese.
"Well that doesn't sound promising." Dean swallowed looking at his brother and cousin.
"I know I say this a lot, but this REALLY does NOT bode well!" Stiles insisted.
"Stiles shut up." Dean and Sam chorused and Stiles got a flashback of Derek ad Scott telling him that. He shook his head and recovered quickly as the Japanese man started to speak again. They didn't understand a word of it, it sounded like random words thrown together. He pulled out cue cards and turned to Sam.
"Sam Winchester." He said in a heavy accent. "あなたがあなた自身の家族の上に選んだ悪魔の名前は何でしたか？(What was the name of the demon you chose over your own family?) Countdown."
"Uh, what? What am I suppose to say?" Sam asked his brother and cousin confused as hell.
"What makes you think we know?" Dean asked just as worried.
"I-I uh don't understand Japanese!" Sam tried to reason with the host.
"あなたがあなた自身の家族の上に選んだ悪魔の名前は何でしたか？(What was the name of the demon you chose over your own family?)" The man said again pointing at Stiles and Dean.
"Heh, is he screwing with me? I can't speak Japanese." Sam tried again as the countdown reached 0 and the alarm buzzed and the audience 'oh'ed'.
答えは...ルビー。(The answer is…Ruby.)" The man said before looking sadly at the ground. "I am sorry Sam Winchester."
"Sorry? Heh, sorry for what?" Sam asked freaking out now. The man hid his mouth and the red metal ball that was by the floor shot upwards and hit Sam right in the balls. Sam cried out in pain as he doubled over and the crowd laughed before the man went over to one of the stage girls and they started to advertise shrimp chips.
"Holy mother of god!" Stiles gasped and Dean looked down at the metal ball by the floor and swallowed suddenly very worried.
"Sammy, you okay?" Dean asked bending at the knees to look at his kid brother.
"Yeah." Sam gasped, his eyes bugling out. The advertisement was over and the man came back before changing cue cards and looked right at Stiles who swore colorfully under his breath.
"Stiles Stilinski. あなたのパックには、次に残し、そこからあなたの秘密を保持するためにあなたを許すだろうか？ (Will your pack forgive you for keeping your secret from them then leaving?). Countdown."
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! What do I do guys! I am a teenager and I want to keep using these!" Stiles cried freaking out as his mind raced a hundred miles an hour.
"Try Stiles!" Dean encouraged.
"No shit! Damn here goes nothing!" Stiles whacked the red button in front of him. He squeezed his eyes shut and spoke. "いいえ彼らはしませんん(No they won't)." He opened his eyes confused to as to where that came from and what it meant. The man consulted his cards before throwing his arm upwards.
"Stiles Stilinski moves on!" He shouted and people cheered. Stiles slumped into the feet bindings.
"How the hell did you speak Japanese!?" Dean and Sam asked.
"I have no idea!" Stiles replied before the man moved over to Dean with a new cue card.
"Dean Winchester. あなたの弟が生まれていなかった場合、あなたの両親は生きているだろう？(would your parents be alive if your brother was never born?). Countdown."
"Stiles what do I do?" Dean panicked. "I don't want to get it in the nuts like Sammy!"
"I get it, I played a doctor!" Sam realized.
"What?" Dean asked still not getting it.
"In Dr. Sexy MD, I played a doctor! I played the role the Trickster wanted me to play! So maybe we should go along with this!" Sam explained quickly.
"With what?" Dean groaned not liking where this was headed.
"The game!" Sam tossed his arms up in the air.
"Damnit!" He hit his own button and the man looked to him. "答えは...はい(The answer is…Yes)."
"Dean Winchester moves on!" The man announced before pulling out newly colored cue cards.
"Oh damn round 2." Stiles moaned as the man turned to Stiles.
Suddenly the light flickered and the doors opened behind them and in walked Cas.
"Cas?" Dean asked.
"Is this another trick?" Sam asked warily.
"No its me. Err what are you doing here?" Cas asked sounding confused.
"Us? What about you?" Stiles was wondering how an angel got pulled into 'TV Land."
"Looking for you, you've been missing for days." Cas told them sternly.
"Then get us the hell out of here." Sam exclaimed.
"Let's go." He started towards the 3 boys when he became static and disappeared.
"Cas? Cas?" Dean looked around worried.
"No, no, no. Mr. Trickster doesn't like Pretty boy angel types. Now Stiles Stilinski. あなたは世界を救うことができると信じていますか？(Do you believe you can save the world?). Countdown." The man asked.
"I don't like the sound of that question, but here goes nothing… Errいいえ、私は十分に強くないんだけど。(No, I'm not strong enough.)." Stiles asked hopefully. The man nods his head before moving over to Dean, letting Stiles breath easy again.
"Dean Winchester. あなたは今まであなたがたの上に鬼を選択するためのあなたの兄弟を赦すだろうか？(Will you ever forgive your brother for choosing a demon over you?) Countdown."
"Damn, Uh…はい。(Yes)." Dean offered up and the audience gasped.
"正しい答えは、内側に[はい]、[いいえ]外向きではありません。(The correct answer is outwardly yes, inwardly no.) I am sorry Dean Winchester." The man snickered.
"Oh no!" Dean moaned before crying in pain as he got hit in the balls.
"Oh man! You okay Dean?" Stiles asked feeling slightly bad now.
"Stiles Stilinski Nutcracker Champion!" The man threw the cards into the air as streamers fell from the ceiling and everyone in the audience cheered.
"We play our roles and we survive!" Sam said over the roar.
"Yeah, but for how long?" Dean asked as Stiles waved merrily at the crowd.
"Good question." Sam mumbled. The lights dimmed on the stage and the 3 hunters felt the odd sensation of being wrapped and twisted once more before they found themselves on a basketball court in sweat pants and hoodies with 4 unknown guys all playing basketball.
"Oh crap, sports." Stiles clung to the basketball pole in despair.
"Aren't you on the lacrosse team?" Dean chuckled.
"Yeah but I never said I was any good." Stiles whined. "Besides the last game I played I was kidnapped and beaten after." He grumbled.
"What!" The brothers chorused before Sam was forced to walk forward and he placed his hands on his hips.
"You have got to be kidding me." Sam groaned.
"Hey you were going on about playing our roles, so." Dean pointed forward and clapped his shoulder before pulling Stiles onto the court. "We are not done with this conversation."
"I didn't think we were. Now I'm going to wipe the court with you old man." Stiles teased grabbing the ball and making a basket.
"Old man!" Dean scoffed.
"I have… General Herpes…" Sam gritted out. Stiles covered his mouth to stop from laughing leaning against Dean who was also trying not to laugh.
"I am doing everything I can to lessen the spread of… General Herpes… And that's a good thing." Sam gritted out again a few moments later before turning and stealing the ball from Stiles and made a basket, he and Dean high fived whooping.
"Whose the old man now?" Dean taunted before their bodies were wrapped in the weird sensation once more.