Changing Channels
A few weeks had gone by and the hunters finished a few jobs here and there. Things had actually calmed down for the most part. No sign from any angels trying to ruin their lives. No sign of Lucifer. Sam and Adonia were still going strong; stronger even.
The hunters ended up in Wellington, Ohio. They were in a bright green room with daisies as the theme, for it was called the "Day Z Motel". Clever. They were getting ready for another job. Dean had flipped on the TV while Sam and Genna were still getting ready. Adonia sat on the edge of the bed with him, watching very attentively. They were watching "Dr. Sexy, M.D." and couldn't pry their eyes away.
"What are you watching," Sam asked as he adjusted the buttons on his sleeves around his wrists.
"It's a hospital show," they said in unison.
"'Dr. Sexy, M.D.' I think it's based on a book," Dean clarified. Sam chuckled lightly.
"When did you hit menopause?"
"It's called channel-surfing," Dean said, embarrassed. He shut off the TV.
"You ready," Dean asked Genna.
"Yeah, yeah," she said as she walked out of the bathroom. Her last FBI uniform got ruined, so she bought a new black dress that zipped up in the back. She was stubbornly trying to zip it herself, so it took her a little longer.
They drove to the local police station.
"One more time, the FBI is here why, exactly," the officer asked.
"Might have something to do with one of your locals getting his head ripped off," Dean said.
"Bill Randolph died from a bear attack."
"How sure are you that it was a bear," Genna asked.
"What else would it be?"
"Well, whatever it was, it chased Mr. Randolph through the woods, smashed through his front door, followed him up the stairs, and killed him in his bedroom. Is it common, a bear doing all of that,"Genna continued. The officer was stuck.
"Depends how pissed off it is, I guess. Look, the Randolph's live way up in high country. You got trout runs to make a grown man weep. And bears."
"Right. Now, what about Mrs. Randolph? The file says she saw the whole thing," Adonia pointed out.
"Yes, she did. My heart goes out to that poor woman."
"She said bear?"
"Kathy Randolph went through a hell of a trauma. She's confused."
"What did she say," Sam asked.
They went to the Interview Room to speak with Mrs. Randolph. She told them what she really saw. The Incredible Hulk.
Everyone did their research. Sam and Adonia came into the motel room.
"Hey. Find anything," Dean asked them.
"Well, uh, we saw the house," Adonia said.
"And?"
"And there is a giant eight-foot-wide hole where the front door used to be. Almost like, uh-"
"A Hulk-sized hole."
"Maybe. What do you got," Sam asked.
"Well, it turns out that Bill Randolph had quite the temper. He's got two counts of spousal battery, bar brawls, and court-ordered anger management sessions. You might say you wouldn't like him when he's angry," Dean joked.
"So, a hothead getting killed by TV's greatest hothead," Sam questioned.
"Kind of sounds like just desserts, doesn't it," Adonia asked while laughing. Everyone gave her a look. She gave an apologetic shrug for her bad joke.
"It's starting to all make sense," Sam continued.
"How is it starting to make sense," Genna asked.
"Well, we found something else at the crime scene," Adonia pulled out a handful of candy wrappers out of her bag and handed them to Sam, "Candy wrappers."
Sam dropped them on the table in front of Genna and Dean.
"Lots of them." Sam walked off and took off his jacket, revealing a blue plaid, long sleeve shirt.
"Just desserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you kill 'em- we're dealing with the Trickster, aren't we," Genna asked.
"Sure looks like it," Sam said.
"Good. Been wanting to gank that mother since Mystery Spot," Dean said, standing.
"You sure," Genna asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"No, I mean, are you sure you wanna kill him?"
"Son of a bitch didn't think twice about icing me a thousand times."
"No, I know, I mean, I'm just saying-"
"What are you saying? If you don't want to kill him, then what?" Genna stood.
"Talk to him?"
"What?"
"Think about it, Dean. He's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met. Maybe we can use him."
"For what?"
"Genna's got a point. Okay, Trickster's like a Hugh Hefner type, right? Wine, women, song—maybe he doesn't want the party to end. Maybe he hates this angels and demons stuff as much as we do. Maybe he'll help us," Sam chimed in.
"You're serious."
"Yeah."
"Ally with the Trickster."
"Yeah."
"A bloody, violent monster, and you wanna be Facebook friends with him? Nice, Sammy." Adonia's ear raised. Disheartened. That's how she saw herself; a violent monster.
"The world is gonna end, Dean. We don't have the luxury of a moral stand. Look, I'm just saying it's worth a shot. That's all. If it doesn't work, we'll kill him." Her heart skipped a beat.
Is that what they'll do to me? She thought to herself. Dean sighed.
"How are we gonna find the guy, anyway?"
"Well, he never takes just one victim, right? He'll show."
Just as Dean predicted, something odd popped up. They drove to a warehouse where there was a murder that aired over a police scanner. They get out of the car.
"There was a murder here...and there's no police cars. There's nobody. How that look to you," Dean asked.
"Crappy," Genna replied. They each grabbed a wooden stake out of the trunk. The tips were covered in blood. They tested their flashlights, then headed inside. When they closed the door, they were in a bright hospital. The Winchester's were in white lab coats and the girls were in teal scrubs.
"What the hell," Adonia asked. A blonde nurse and an Asian nurse walked by flirtatiously.
"Doctor," they each said to the brothers. Adonia glared at them as they walked by.
"'Doctor'," Sam asked, confused. Dean opened the door they just came through and there were was a man and woman making out in a closet. They confusingly closed the door and began walking. A woman came up to Sam.
"Doctor." She slapped him. Adonia opened her arms in shock.
"Seriously," she asked. She rolled up her sleeves.
"You're brilliant. You know that? And a coward. You're a brilliant coward," the woman said.
"Uh, what are you talking about," Sam asked. She slapped him again.
"As if you don't know," she said dramatically.
"Okay. That's it," Adonia said before attempting to take after her. Genna held her back.
"Easy girl," Genna said. Adonia calmed down.
"You saw that, right? She just-"
"I know. It's not real. Just let it go." Sam patted Adonia on the shoulder as Dean laughed.
"I don't believe this," Dean said.
"What," Genna asked.
"That was Dr. Piccolo."
"Who," Sam asked.
"Dr. Ellen Piccolo. The sexy yet earnest doctor at-" Dean walked ahead and looked at the sign behind the receptionist's desk and gestures at it angrily, reading it aloud.
"Seattle Mercy Hospital."
"Dean. What the hell are you talking about?"
"The doctor getups. The-the sexy interns. The 'seriously's'. It all makes sense."
"What makes sense? What's going on?" Adonia sighed and put her hands on her hips, embarrassed for not realizing it.
"We're in 'Dr. Sexy, MD'," she said. Everyone looked around, even more confused than before. All of the patients, nurses, and doctors continued walking around, minding their own business.
"Dude, what the hell," Dean asked.
"I don't know," Sam replied.
"No, seriously, what the hell."
"I don't know."
"One theory. Any theory."
"Uh, the Trickster trapped us in TV Land," Adonia said.
"That's your theory? That's stupid."
"You're the one that tricked me into watching it with you."
"Yeah, but TV Land isn't TV Land. I mean, there's actors and- and lights and crew members, you know. This looks real."
"It can't be. Dean, how can this possibly be real," Sam asked, stepping in front of Dean.
"I don't know." Dr. Wang walked by.
"Doctors."
"There goes Dr. Wang. The sexy but arrogant heart surgeon," Dean looked down the hall to see a patient sitting on a gurney.
"And there's Johnny Drake. Oh, he's not even alive. He's a ghost in the mind of..." a brunette doctor sat next to him, "-of her. The sexy yet neurotic doctor over there."
"So...this show has ghosts? Why," Genna asked.
"I don't know."
"It is compelling..."
"I thought you said you weren't a fan," Sam said with a scoff.
"I'm not. I'm not."
"Liar," Adonia said under her breath. Dean shot her a look. He turned.
"Oh boy."
"What," Sam asked.
"It's him."
"Who?" Dean's breath became oddly shaky and he had a big grin on his face.
"It's him, it's Dr. Sexy." Adonia shook her head. Dr. Sexy stopped next to Sam and Dean. He looked at Dean.
"Doctor." Dean tried to hide his "fan-girl" smile.
"Doctor." Dr. Sexy looked at Sam.
"Doctor." Sam just gave him the nod, so Dean nudged him.
"Doctor." Dr. Sexy looked at the girls and smiled.
"Ladies." They didn't say anything. Dean shot them a look. They rolled their eyes and sighed with fake smiles.
"Doctor," they said in unison.
"You want to give me one good reason why you defied my direct order to do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Biehl," he asked Dean. Dean's expression went from awe to confusion. He became nervous.
"One reason?" Dr. Sexy nodded.
"Sure," Dean looked down and saw that Dr. Sexy was wearing white tennis shoes. Dean slammed him against the wall.
"You're not Dr. Sexy."
"You're crazy."
"Really? Because I swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots. Not tennis shoes."
"Yeah. You're not a fan," Sam teased.
"It's a guilty pleasure."
"Call security," Dr. Sexy asked a nurse.
"Yeah, go ahead, pal. See, we know who you are." As Dr. Wang and a security guard approach, everyone suddenly froze, except for them. Dr. Sexy grinned and morphed into the Trickster.
"You guys are getting better!"
"Get us the hell out of here," Dean demanded.
"Or what?" The Trickster grabbed Dean's arm and twisted it, hurting him.
"Don't say you have wooden stakes, big guy."
"That was you on the police scanner, right? This is a trick," Adonia pointed out.
"Hello-o-o? Trickster. Come on! I heard you four yahoos were in town. How could I resist?"
"Where the hell are we," Genna asked.
"Like it? It's all homemade. My own sets, my own actors...call it my own little idiot box."
"How do we get out," Adonia asked.
"That, my sweet, is the sixty-four dollar question."
"Whatever. We just, we need to talk to you. We need your help," Sam said.
"Hmm, let me guess. You two muttonheads broke the world, and you want me to sweep up your mess."
"Please. Just five minutes. Hear us out," Sam begged.
"Sure. Tell you what. Survive the next twenty-four hours, we'll talk."
"Survive what," Genna asked.
"The game!"
"What game," Dean asked.
"You're in it."
"How do we play?"
"You're playing it."
"What are the rules?" The Trickster raised his eyebrows, grinned, and vanished in a burst of static. The "extras" unpaused.
"Oh, son of a bitch."
"Dr. Sexy? Dr. Sexy," a blonde doctor called. The hunters followed her down the hall.
"Oh, by the way. Talking with monsters? Hell of a plan," Dean said sarcastically.
"Just, what do we do now," Sam asked.
"You know what I'm doing? Leaving," Genna said. Dr. Piccolo appeared and took another swing at Sam, but he ducked.
"Lady, what the hell," he asked, fed up with the game already.
"You are a brilliant, brilliant-"
"Yeah. A coward. You already said that. But I got news for you. I am not a doctor."
"Don't say that. You are the finest cerebrovascular neurosurgeon I have ever met, and I have met plenty. So that girl died on your table. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. Sometimes people just die."
"I have no idea what you're saying to me."
"You're afraid. You're afraid to operate again, and you're afraid to love." Dr. Piccolo left, sobbing.
"Yeah, we're getting out of here," Adonia said.
"Hey, Doctor," a middle-aged bearded man asked, directed towards Dean.
"Yes," he said frustratedly.
"My wife needs that face transplant."
"Okay. You know what, pal? None of this is real, and your wife doesn't need jack squat. Okay?" The hunters continued on.
"Hey, Doctor." Mr. Biehl raised a gun and shot Adonia in the back, missing his target. They turned around.
"Dean, it's real," she said as she dropped to her knees and reached for Sam's coat. He grabbed her arm and looked around frantically.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-hey! We need a doctor!"
They took Adonia into surgery. All she could see what the linoleum floor and white tennis shoes. Sam performed the operation, well, attempted. There was blue paper that covered her naked torso with only a portion of her olive skin showing. They kept switching out folded up gauze to stop the excessive bleeding.
"Gen, what's my B.P.," she asked from the table, trying to guide her. Of course the only hunter with any medical experience was the one to get shot.
"Uh, B.P. is 80 over 50...and dropping."
"Wonderful," she sighed sarcastically. Genna turned to Sam, as did the other nurses; waiting for him to proceed. He had no idea what he was doing.
"Doctor," Dr. Wang said. She held out a scalpel.
"What?"
"Sam, you can do this. Come on," Adonia said, wincing from the pain. Sam leaned over and spoke in an undertone.
"I don't know how to use any of this crap." She laughed lightly.
"Well, I can't do it." Sam grinned awkwardly at the other doctors and doesn't do anything.
"Sam, come on," Dean said. Dr. Piccolo was smiling at Sam from the other side of the window, with tears of joy in her eyes. Genna gave her a confused look.
"Okay. Uhm. I need a penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needle, and a fifth of whiskey." The other doctors looked at him, then each other. He rolled his eyes.
"Stat!"
They brought Sam everything he needed. He worked on her wound, hands covered in blood.
"We okay? How's it looking," Adonia asked.
"Yep. You'll be fine," he answered, disgusted from the blood. Sam looked up and caught sight of Dr. Piccolo, who mouthed "I love you" and sighed, smiling. Sam smiled at her uncomfortably and turned around awkwardly.
The hunters suddenly her indistinct conversations in Japanese and cheering. Within a blink, they were on a Japanese game show. Sam and Dean were strapped onto a platform by their feet with a red button in front of them. The girls stood by the blue doors that the game host ran out of. They wore skimpy red, short skirts, a red shiny bra-type top, and white go-go boots. They looked at each other with disgust.
"Seriously," they said in unison.
"Let's play 'Nut-Cracker'," the host yelled. Sam and Dean turned to the girls and noticed their outfits. Sam tried to hide his smile while Dean embraced it. The girls glared at him and he turned around. The girls had fake red devil horns pop up on their head. The host addressed Sam and asked a question in Japanese. It translated to,
"What was the name of the demon you chose over your own brother?" Of course, he had no idea what the man said.
"Countdown," the man said, pointing to a twenty second clock.
"What? Uh...What am I supposed to say?"
"You think I know," Dean asked.
"Uh, I-I don't- I don't understand, uh, Japanese." The man ignored him and repeated the question. Sam turned to the girls.
"Is he screwing with me," they shrugged.
"I, I, I can't speak Japanese." An alarmed sounded and the host groaned. He said something else in Japanese.
"Ruby," he yelled. The audience groaned.
"I'm sorry, Sam Winchester."
"Sorry? Sorry for what? Guys." A red ball came up quickly and hit Sam in the crotch. He bent over in pain. Everyone winced.
"Well, there goes my shot at kids," Adonia said to Genna.
"Nut-Cracker," the host yelled.
"Sam," Dean asked, completely understanding how he felt.
"Yeah?" Genna was handed a bag of potato chips and was shoved out on stage. Instincts kicked in.
"Hello, Chikato-San," she said. Dean and Adonia looked at her strangely. She started advertising shrimp flavored potato chips in Japanese.
"You okay," Dean asked him. Sam gave him a look that he clearly wasn't. Dean noticed that he had the same exact set up as Sam and cringed. There was a banging on the blue doors.
"Now what," Adonia asked. Castiel walked through the doors.
"Cas," Genna questioned. He glanced over at her and took a double take, a red tint to his cheeks. She attempted to cover herself up with the bag of chips, but she failed miserable.
"It's me. Uh, what are you doing here," he asked them.
"Us? What are you doing here," Dean asked.
"Looking for you. You've been missing for days."
"So get us the hell out of here, then," Sam demanded, still breathing heavily in pain. The audience groaned.
"Let's go." Cas reached for their foreheads, but he became static and disappeared as the Trickster did before.
"Cas..." Genna called.
"No, no, no, no," the Japanese said approaching the brothers, "Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-boy angels." The host pulled out another card and spoke in Japanese. He asked,
"Would your mother and father still be alive...if your brother was never born? Countdown."
"What do I do? What do I do," Dean asked, panicking.
"What," Sam asked.
"I don't wanna get hit in the nuts."
"I don't know, I, I, uh, just, uh-wait."
"What," Dean asked.
"I played a doctor."
"What?"
"In, uh, in Dr. Sexy, I played a doctor. I operated."
"So?"
"So, I played the role the Trickster wanted me to play. Maybe we should just go along with it."
"Go along with what," Genna asked.
"With the game! You know, we're on a game show, right? So just answer the question!"
"In Japanese?"
"Yeah!"
"I don't know Japanese."
"Try," Adonia yelled, seeing that the time was out.
"Dammit!" Dean hit the button at the one second mark. He spoke in Japanese,
"The answer is...yes?" They gang looked at him, confused. The host started shouting in Japanese and threw his cards in the air.
"Dean Winchester – Nut-Cracker Champion!" The audience applauded.
"How did you do that," Sam asked.
"I have no idea," Dean said with a nervous grin on his face.
"So, that's it. We play our roles, we survive," Adonia pointed out. The girls stood on either side of the brothers and clapped with the host.
"Yeah. Play our roles for how long," Genna asked.
"Good question," Sam said.
Adonia stood at the end of a pier in yoga pants and a tank top. She stood there awkwardly and sighed. She grabbed her left leg, pulled it behind her, and extended her other arm in front of her as her yoga pose.
"I've got genital herpes." The camera moved to an older man sitting on the couch.
"I've got genital herpes." The camera moved to a basketball court and Sam made a shot. He turned to the camera.
"Seriously?"
"Hey, you're the one who said play our roles," Dean said.
"Yeah. Right," Dean clapped him on the shoulder and went back to the game.
"I've...got...genital herpes." The camera went back to Adonia, who was now sitting down with her legs crossed and her hands pressed against each other in front of her.
"I try to be responsible," she said reluctantly. The camera went back to the older man.
"Did I try." The camera panned to his right to show a mortified Genna, shaking her head with disgust. Back to the basketball court.
"But now I take twice-daily Herpexia to reduce my chances of passing it on." Sam said somewhat angrily. Back at the lake, Adonia stood with her arms in the air in shape of a Y.
"Ask your doctor about using Herpexia," she looked up at her arms, "what am I doing?" A voiceover with Dean as the narrator began talking. Genna and the older man started slow dancing in the living room while she attempted to keep a straight face. Adonia continued to do involuntary poses.
"Patients should always consult with a physician before using Herpexia. Possible side effects include headache, diarrhea, permanent erectile dysfunction, thoughts of suicide, and nausea."
"I am doing all I can to slightly lessen the spread of-of...genital herpes. And that's a good thing," Sam smiled awkwardly and returned to the game.
We now return to "Supernatural". Dean's voiceover said.
"Son of a bitch," Dean said in a fifties "oh my goodness" sort of a way. A fake audience laughed as they do on sitcoms. Sam and Adonia stood side by side as a married couple with Genna stood in the bedroom portion only wearing a frilly bra, underwear, and bright blue heels. Apparently, Dean was supposed to do research, but instead, well, other things occurred. Sam and Adonia stood there with their arms crossed, mad at Dean. Adonia walked over to her in a yellow sundress.
"I'm really, really, very sorry to interrupt you two, but we've got work to do." Genna had a look of grimace on her face.
"But we did do work...in depth," Dean smirked, trying not to laugh.
"How long do we have to keep doing this," Dean asked under his breath with a smile to cover it.
"I don't know," Sam said and the audience applauded him.
"Maybe forever?" Another laugh track.
"We might die in here," Adonia added." Laugh track.
"How was that funny? Vultures," she said. Laugh track. The door opened. It was Cas with minor injuries. Applause.
"You okay," Genna asked approaching him. He looked her over and quickly looked away with a blush. She realized what she was wearing and quickly grabbed a stylish trenchcoat to cover herself.
"I don't have much time," he said.
"What happened?"
"I got out."
"From where," Dean asked.
"Listen to me. Something is not right. This thing is much more powerful than it should be."
"What thing- the Trickster?"
"If it is a trickster."
"What do you mean," Adonia asked. Cas was thrown against the wall and fell to the ground. The Trickster ran in.
"Hello!" The audience cheered loudly. Genna ran by Cas' side to make sure he was okay. He turned around and had duct tape on his mouth. He glared at the Trickster.
"Thank you. Thank you. Please. Stop. Hi Castiel!" Cas stood in shock. The Trickster gestured at Cas, who vanished again in a burst of static.
"You know him," Genna asked.
"Where did you just send him," Dean asked.
"Relax. He'll live...maybe." Laugh track.
"Alright, you know what? I am done with the monkey dance, okay? We get it," Dean said.
"Yeah? Get what, hotshot?"
"Playing our roles, right? That's your game?"
"That's half the game."
"What's the other half," Sam asked.
"Play your roles out there."
"What's that supposed to mean," Adonia asked.
"Oh, you know. Sam starring as Lucifer. Dean starring as Michael. Your celebrity death match. Play your roles. Except for you. You stay out of this or this will turn out a lot uglier than it will be," he said towards Adonia.
"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches," Sam asked.
"Hells yeah. Let's light this candle!"
"We do that, the world will end," Sam said.
"Yeah? And whose fault is that? Who popped Lucifer out of the box? Hmm? Look, it's started. You started it. It can't be stopped. So let's get it over with!" Sam glared.
"Heaven or hell, which side are you on," Adonia asked.
"I'm not on either side."
"Yeah, right. You're grabbing ankle for Michael or Lucifer. Which one is it," Dean asked.
"You listen to me, you arrogant dick. I don't work for either of those S.O.B.'s. Believe me."
"Oh, you're somebody's bitch." The Trickster's smile vanished. He grabbed Dean by the collar and slammed him in to the wall.
"Don't you ever, ever presume to know what I am. Now listen very closely. Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you."
"And if we don't." Sam asked. The Trickster grinned.
"Then you'll stay here in TV Land. Forever. Three hundred channels and, uh, nothing's on." The Trickster snapped his fingers.
CSI MIAMI
The hunters, or detectives, stood outside the yellow crime scene tape. The Winchester's wore black suits with a vibrant blue long sleeve shirt. The girls wore tight knee-length dresses that left their cleavage quite revealing and their hair flowed like models. They all had matching sunglasses, at night.
"Oh, come on," Dean said.
"So, what do you think," an officer asked approaching them.
"What do I think? I think go screw yourself, that's what I think."
"Uh, could you give us a sec, please? Thanks," Sam said. The officer nodded and turned away.
"You gotta calm down," Sam said, putting his hand on his brother's shoulder.
"Calm down? I am wearing sunglasses at night," he yanked them off, "You know who does that? No-talent douchebags. I hate this game. I hate that we're in a procedural cop show and you wanna know why? Because I hate procedural cop shows. There's like three hundred of them on television and they're all the freaking same. It's ooh, plane crashed here—oh shut up." Genna noticed something at the crime scene and took of her sunglasses.
"Hey. Check out sweet tooth over there." They looked at the same officer sucking on a lollipop.
"Think that's him," Adonia asked.
"Just, uh, follow my lead." The Who's Won't Get Fooled Again began playing in the background. The hunters put on their sunglasses and walked towards the crime scene in slow motion. The girls hair was blowing in the wind. The stood in front of the dead body.
"You, uh, you okay," the officer asked in a New York accent. Dean put on a gravelly voice, more than usual.
"Yeah. What do we got?" The officer kneeled next to the body.
"Well, aside from the ligature marks around his neck, he has what appears to be a roll of quarters jammed down his throat." The hunters take off their sunglasses in unison. Dean took out a flashlight and looked over the body.
"Well I say...jackpot," Sam said in a gravelly voice. Sam put his sunglasses back on and dramatically walked to the side. The officer snorted in laughter.
"Also, there is a stab wound to the lower abdomen." Dean stood and put his sunglasses back on.
"Well I say, no guts, no glory." The officer laughed. Genna flipped her hair and put her sunglasses on.
"Get that guy a Tums." Adonia twirled her sunglasses and put them back on seductively.
"Gutter ball." The officer kept laughing.
"Good one, guys." Dean walked up to the officer, took a stick, and shoved it into his heart. The officer stopped laughing. He fell to the floor and died. Another officer morphed into the Trickster.
"You've got the wrong guy, idiots."
"Did we," Dean asked. Genna staked the Trickster from behind. He fell over and the scene became a burst of static. They appeared in the old, run down warehouse they drove to before in the clothes they wore before. The Trickster laid on the floor.
They went back to the Day Z Motel. Dean was in the bathroom brushing his teeth.
"I'm worried. What that S.O.B. did to Cas. You know, where is he?" Dean walked out and only saw Sam and Adonia.
"Where's Gen?" Sam and Adonia looked at each other and shrugged. They headed towards the Impala and Adonia tried calling her.
"Hey, this is Genna. I can't answer your call right now. Don't take it personally. I'm probably busy...or something. Leave a message." They got in the car.
"Genna. It's me. Where are you?" Adonia ended the call.
"Addie?" Genna's voice sounded off. They looked around, but she wasn't in the car.
"Genna? Where are you," Adonia asked.
"I don't know." Dean noticed a red light that was flashing on the dashboard. It flashed in time with Genna's words.
"Oh shit. I don't think we killed the Trickster."
They began driving down the road and the theme song to Knight Rider played in the background.
"Okay, stake didn't work. So, what, this is another trick," Sam asked.
"I don't know. Maybe the stake didn't work because it's not a trickster," Adonia questioned.
"What do you mean." Dean asked.
"You heard Cas. He said this thing was too powerful to be a trickster."
"And did you notice the way he looked at Cas? Almost like he knew him," Sam pointed out.
"And how pissed he got when you brought Michael and Lucifer," Genna said towards Dean.
"Son of a bitch," Genna said.
"What," Dean asked.
"I think I know what we're dealing with."
They pulled off at the Centennial Point Wilderness Area. Dean rummaged in the trunk.
"Dean," Genna questioned.
"What?"
"That, uh, feels really uncomfortable." Dean shut the trunk as Sam and Adonia laughed.
"Ow! You sure this is going to work," Genna asked.
"No, but I have no other ideas." Dean went to the front of the car and shouted at the sky.
"Alright, you son of a bitch! Uncle! We'll do it!"
"Should I honk," Genna joked.
"Wow. Genna. Get a load of the rims on you," the Trickster said, walking around the car.
"Bite me." He turned to Sam and Dean.
"Okay, boys. Ready to go quietly?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not so fast. Nobody's going anywhere until Genna has opposable thumbs," Adonia said.
"What's the difference? I think this look suits her." Adonia gave him a look. The Trickster rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. Genna got out of the car with an angered look.
"Happy?"
"Tell me one thing. Why didn't the stake kill you," Dean asked.
"I am the Trickster."
"Or maybe you're not," Sam said. Genna held up a flaming cigarette lighter and tossed it down. A ring of fire sprung up around the Trickster.
"Maybe you've always been an angel," Dean said. The Trickster looked incredulous, then laughed.
"A what? Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake, kid?"
"I'll tell you what. You just jump out of the holy fire and we'll call it our mistake," Adonia said with a smirk. The Trickster laughed, then stopped. The scene became a burst of static again and they were in the warehouse. The Trickster clapped.
"Well played, boys and girls. Well played. Where'd you get the holy oil?"
"Well, you might say we pulled it out of Genna's ass." She glared at Dean.
"Where'd I screw up?"
"You didn't. Nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did," Sam said.
"Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon," Adonia added.
"Meaning?"
"Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family," Dean said.
"So, which one are you? Grumpy, Sneezy, or Douchey," Genna asked.
"Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel," he said calmly.
"Gabriel? The archangel," Sam asked.
"Guilty."
"Why didn't I see this before," Genna asked, somewhat to herself, but she was overheard.
"Because you're getting rusty, baby doll. 26 years without your wings, you get your grace back, then destroy it; you're losing all those memories again. Should have kept it," he winked at her.
"Okay, Gabriel. How does an archangel become a trickster," Dean asked.
"My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. Til you two screwed it all up."
"What did Daddy say when you ran off and joined the pagans?"
"Daddy doesn't say anything about anything."
"Then what happened? Why did you ditch," Genna asked
"Do you blame him? I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douchenozzles," Dean said.
"Shut your cakehole. You don't know anything about my family. I love my father, my brothers and sisters. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it! Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again."
"Then help us stop it," Genna begged.
"It can't be stopped."
"You wanna see the end of the world," Adonia asked.
"I want it to be over! I have to sit back and watch my own brothers and sisters kill each other thanks to you two! Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins. I just want it to be over."
"It doesn't have to be like that. There has to be some way to pull the plug," Genna said. Gabriel laughed.
"You don't know my family that well anymore, your family. What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't about a war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You'd think you'd be able to relate."
"What are you talking about," Sam asked.
"You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other. And you," he turned to Adonia, "you're more like...a surprise package. Born with powers unlike anyone has ever seen and everyone wants it. Do you think meeting the Winchester's was a coincidence? We knew you'd fight by their side and grow so attached that you'd kill for them. Unfortunately, no one expected you to fall for one of them, so that makes everything easier on Lucifer's part. He'll use you. I hope you know that by now."
"No. That's not gonna happen," she protested.
"I'm sorry. But it is. Sooner or later, the angels will try to kill you too. Some of them just haven't put the pieces together yet." Gabriel sighed.
"Guys. I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow...but this is real, and it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's gonna be. So, now what? We stare at each other for the rest of eternity?"
"Well, first of all, you're going to bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him," Genna demanded.
"Oh am I? Wait, you're still hung up on that guy," Gabriel laughed, "oh, that's rich." Genna approached the circle.
"We're going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel." Gabriel looked into her blue eyes and saw no bluff. He snapped his fingers and Cas appeared.
"Cas, you okay," Dean asked.
"I'm fine. Hello, Gabriel."
"Hey, bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful," he said happily. Cas glared at him.
"Okay, we're out of her. Come on," Dean said to everyone.
"Uh, okay. Guys?" They kept walking.
"So, so what? Huh? You're just gonna, you're gonna leave me here forever?" Genna stopped at the door and turned back.
"No. We're not. Because we don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record, this isn't about some prize fight between your brothers and some destiny that can't be stopped! This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family!" Genna pulled the fire alarm. Gabriel looked up and the sprinklers went off.
"Don't say I never did anything for you," she said. Gabriel glared. Cas looked at his brother as the flames went out, then left.
"All that stuff he was spouting in there- you think it was the truth," Dean asked as they all walked to the Impala.
"I think he believes it," Genna answered.
"So what do we do now," Adonia asked.
"I don't know," Sam said.
"Well, I'll tell you one thing. Right about now, I wish I was back in a TV show," Dean said.
"Yeah, me too," Sam concurred.