Who the hell are the Winchesters? 12
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 12- Changing Channels part. 3
3rd POV
"We now return to Supernatural." Stiles voiced over.
"Son of a bitch." Dean repeated. The crowd cheers as Sam makes a face and walks over to the scantily clad girl.
"I am really, really, very sorry, but." He cleared his throat. "We have some work to do."
"I'm free, totally free." Stiles piped up eyes glued on the girl. The crowd laughs.
"But we did do work. In depth." She protests looking at Dean who smirks to himself as Sam escorts her out.
"Call me!" Stiles gave it on last shot as Sam closed the door and she waved to Dean who waved back slightly. Sam gives both Dean and Stiles a tried look and the crowd cheers again.
"How long do we have to keep doing this?" Dean gritted out through a false smile.
"I don't know. Maybe forever?" Sam did the same as he walked back to the table.
"We don't have time for forever." Stiles added in smiling widely as well.
"We might die in here." Sam added in worried. The crowd laughs loudly.
"How is that funny?" Dean snapped. "Vultures."
The door opened to clapping and gasps from the crowd. Cas came in with a huge cut across his nose and on the side of his head by his eyebrow.
"Cas?" Dean asked worried.
"I don't have much time." Cas said hurried.
"What happened to you?" Stiles said at the same time.
"I got out." Cas stated.
"From where?" Sam asked confused.
"Listen to me, something is not right. This is much more powerful than it should be." Cas tried to explain.
"What the Trickster?" Dean frowned.
"If it is a Trickster." Cas said gravely.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked quickly. Before Cas could answer he was flung against the wall as the Trickster himself entered stage right.
"Hey-oh." He called and the crowd cheered like crazy. "Aw stop, oh hey Castiel." He said causally, Cas(who now had duct tape over his mouth) made eye contact with the hunters before the Trickster waved his hand and Cas turned to static and disappeared again.
"Man you have to stop doing that." Stiles groaned.
"Where did you just send him?" Dean asked getting mad.
"Relax he'll live⦠Maybe." The Trickster waved his hand.
"Comforting." Stiles snapped.
"I like your new addition to your boy band fella's." The Trickster laughed.
"Oh we SO are a boy band." Stiles grinned his ADHD kicking in.
"Not the time Stiles." Dean said tightly.
"Aw don't' be like that Dean, I like this kid! He's got spunk, he reminds me of well me." The Trickster grinned snapping his fingers at Stiles who thankfully was now in his normal clothes not those lame pizza delivery boy outfits.
"Thanks." Stiles mumbled.
"Okay you know what, I'm done with the monkey dance. Kay, we get it." Dean walked over to the Trickster.
"Yeah? Get what hotshot?" The Trickster asked amused.
"Playing our roles, right? That's your game?"
"That's half the game."
"What's the other half?" Stiles spoke up worried.
"Play your roles out there."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Sam narrowed his eyes
"You know, Sam starring as Lucifer, Dean starring as Michael and Stiles starring as either the savior or destroyer of the world. Your celebrity death match! Play your roles." The Trickster was getting excited as he pointed to each hunter in turn.
"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches?" Sam asked disbelievingly.
"Hells yeah. Let's light this candle." The Trickster cheered.
"We do that, the world will end." Sam protested.
"Yeah and whose fault is that? Who popped Lucifer out of the box?" The Trickster gave a pointed look at Sam; Stiles just clapped him on the shoulder in comfort. "Look it started, you started it. It can't be stopped so lets get it over with!"
"Heaven or Hell, which side you on?" Dean asked tactlessly.
"I'm not on either side." The Trickster admitted.
"Yeah right, you grab an ankle for Michael or Lucifer which one is it?" Dean prodded.
"Listen to me you arrogant dick, I don't work for either of those SOB's believe me." The Trickster snarked.
"Oh your somebodies bitch." Dean said once more tactlessly. The Trickster grabbed Dean by the collar and slammed him against the wall Cas was slammed against before he disappeared.
"Don't you ever, ever presume to know who I am." The tension in the room was thick and it was silent for a few moments. "Now listen closely. Here is what is going to happen, you're going to suck it up and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you."
"And if we don't?" Sam asked.
"I have a bad feeling." Stiles moaned as the Trickster grinned and snapped his fingers.
The same feeling once again overcame the hunters and they landed in a park at nighttime surrounded by police officers and crime tape.
"Told you." Stiles added in as they looked around and saw the dead teens body with people taking photos and radio's going off.
"Oh come on." Dean groaned and Stiles knew this was going to be a bad one.
"So what do you think?" A man asked them and before Sam or Stiles could reply Dean snapped.
"What do I think? I think go screw yourself that's what I think." Dean ran a hand down his face once he turned away.
"Could you give us a minute?" Sam asked nicely, the man nodded and walked back to the crime scene. "You got to calm down." Sam placed his hand on his older brother's shoulder.
"Calm down? I am wearing sunglasses at night, you know who does that? No talent douchebags." Dean informed the other two, who agreed with him. "I hate this game, I hate that we are in a cop show. Do you know why? Because I HATE cop shows, there are about a dozen of them on and they are all the same. They are like oh a plane crashed here, oh shut up!" Dean ranted. Stiles just started to laugh at his cousin while Sam pulled off his sunglasses and looked at the same man who came to talk to them, he was talking to other people while sucking on a red lollipop.
"Hey, check out sweet tooth over there." Sam pointed out with his sunglasses, causing the other two to look at the man as well.
"You think that's him?" Dean asked itching to stab the Trickster with a stake.
"Just uh follow my lead." Sam said as he started over. Stiles and Dean flanked him as music started in the background as they put their sunglasses back on and their jackets billowed out behind them. It was all very dramatic, the music stopped when they reached the 'sweet tooth' guy and the dead body.
"You okay?" The man asked Dean.
"Yeah, what do we got?" Dean asked acting lame looking about.
"Well aside from the ligature marks around his neck." The man started and Dean pulled off his sunglasses. "He also appears to have a roll of quarters jammed down his throat."
"Well I say." Sam pulled off his glasses. "Jackpot." He raised both his eyebrows and Stiles had to bite his lip to stop from laughing at his cousin as he put his glasses back on and walked around the body.
"Also he has a stab wound to the lower abdomen there." Stiles grabbed a stick and lifted the shirt away from the wound, but quickly stopped before pulling off his shades. "Well I say, no guts no glory." The man chuckled as Stiles looked to the side dramatically, milking this out.
"Get that guy a-tums." Sam added in.
"Gutter ball." Stiles put his glasses back on and the man was laughing more now.
"Good one guys." He grinned, turning around to get a stake in the heart from Dean, he choked on his own blood before falling to the ground dead and not the Trickster. Laughter came from one of the other police officers as he turned into the Trickster.
"You got the wrong guy you idiots." He chortled.
"Did we?" Stiles asked before the Trickster fell to the ground with a stake driven through his chest thanks to Sam who had been waiting for the right moment.
The world around them turned static and they all were in their normal clothes and in the warehouse they had entered so long ago. They all sighed in relief before quickly leaving the warehouse, not speaking until they got to their motel which they changed because it looked WAY to much like the motel set they had been in before.
