Author's note: Thanks to Ghastly Eternity for beta-reading and thanks a lot to everyone who put this on their watch-list. Special thanks to everyone who actually reviewed. You all made me very happy.

1

Many TV-Show cameos earlier…

Sam had thought nothing could surprise him anymore. Seriously, he had gone from appearing in Dr. Sexy MD to some Japanese Game-show - and boy he wasn't likely to forget that one any time soon - to an advert - which by the way Dean would never ever let him forget about – to some sort of Sitcom and he thought he had taken everything remarkably well this far. At least he was still standing with nothing but his dignity seriously bruised. He really doubted that that bruise would ever fade though.

Actually, what was it with the bad guys and venereal diseases lately? And why did they always have to give them to him? Not that he'd ever wish anything bad for his older brother but Dean was the one of them that should be more likely to catch something! Well, Sam was rather certain that he didn't really have genital herpes, but talking about that disease as much as he had had to alone made him feel rather itchy.

Anyway when it became clear that they'd not give in to the Trickster (and really how could they have with what the jerk wanted?) and after hearing the threat of staying in TV-land forever Sam had used the second or so between being taken from the Sitcom set to something new to prepare himself for the worst case scenarios. Knowing their luck they'd get thrown into shark-week or a documentation about active volcanoes.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he got in the end however.

At first Sam felt disoriented and his eyes wouldn't quite adjust to the sudden darkness after the bright Sitcom-world he had been in moments before, but he realized that he was standing in a room with at least a dozen other people and by the sound of it most of them were women. Alright, so at least no sharks or other predators… yet.

The younger Winchester had just begun to think that maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be quite as bad as he had feared when suddenly there was a blinding light and the woman behind him pushed him forward rather forcefully.

Sam didn't even get a chance to glare at the bitch before the sudden realization of what was going on hit him as hard as a bright red ball on a stick to the balls.

"Oh come on", he muttered unhappily while staggering along the catwalk refusing to even try and imitate the silly walk of the women in front of him. There was however no refusing to walk along with the others because the one behind him was very insistent and there was no chance that he'd get away with jumping off the catwalk and disappearing into the crowd.

Logically he knew that he needed to play his role and all that jazz to get out of this again, but he had just been dropped into a freaking fashion show so excuse him for being in a sour mood that wasn't improved by the fact that he couldn't see Dean anywhere.

Being trapped in TV-land was bad enough without being separated already! Not to mention that he probably had to look out for people with guns or knives coming at him for not even trying to play his role.

That thought finally gave him the motivation to straighten his posture and put one foot directly in front of the other in a bad imitation of the walk the other models were doing. Damn, who'd have thought that something as simple as walking could be this hard? Freaking hard and looking stupid as hell.

Just as Sam was beginning to contemplate if he should put his hands on his waist or shake his hips in some way or anything alike he realized with a relieved sigh that they were nearly at the end. Great, that had been relatively quick and painless. It still bugged him that Dean was nowhere to be seen, but there was nothing he could do about that now.

It seemed he had bigger problems anyway.

"I had to end up in line behind you! God, what were you thinking? I'm going to look like a total loser, just because I had to be behind you!" The same blonde woman that had pushed him earlier bitched while glaring daggers at Sam.

"Like you need his help to look bad", the brunette whose walk he had imitated quipped never failing to give a completely innocent look despite the tone of her voice.

"You're such a bitch!" Blondie hissed moving a bit closer to the other woman.

"Look, I'm sorry and… can we all calm down now?" Sam tried his hands held up in a defensive gesture, "Nothing happened…"

He didn't even get to finish his statement before Blondie once more threw a fit. "Nothing? Nothing happened? You ruined everything! This is not nothing, this is everything! You are nothing!" she accentuated every other word with rather annoying and increasingly hard pokes to Sam's ribs.

After that he couldn't help wondering if models that failed were shot around here or something alike. He wouldn't put that past the Trickster after all. He also wouldn't put it past most TV-programs to be honest. Chances were Blondie was just blowing everything way out of proportion though.

"It's alright, it's alright" a red-haired woman stepped in and hugged Blondie who had started to cry in the meantime, "They'll see that everything was his fault and send him home tonight."

And with that Sam realized that he wasn't just in some fashion-show and that he'd much rather be in another advert than face any of the possible things that were coming his way.

The scene-change came abruptly and without warning, but the scene before him was pretty much the one Sam had anticipated. With one important exception though.

"Dude, what happened to you?" Sam asked barely containing his chuckles as he gave his brother another one-over still being unable to quite believe what he saw.

The hot-pink satined jacket alone would have been bad enough but the frilly black shirt underneath and the fact that Dean could barely move his fingers with all the large colorful rings he wore combined with the fact that there were eyeliner and blush involved were making it impossible for Sam not to laugh loudly.

"Don't know what you are laughing about, queen of the catwalk", Dean mumbled with an expression that he'd have called a bitch-face if Sam had made it. Of course it was a mask of rightful annoyance when Dean did it though.

What he had just said made quite clear that in some way he had seen the entire catwalk-episode Sam had just been forced into however. Well, damn! But at least he had something to tease Dean right back with, always supposing that somehow they'd both get out of this alive.

"You really were having a bad week, Sam" the main juror – Tyra Banks, not that either of the brothers would admit that they knew the name – spoke in a grave tone that left Sam quite unaffected. When wasn't he having a bad week? Also he didn't particularly care for his progress on this show he wouldn't be on much longer… hopefully.

What didn't leave him quite that unaffected was the picture of the photo shoot he had never done that was shown on a big screen next to him.

"Do you see what's wrong with this, Sam?" the third jury member asked with a sad sigh, while Tyra looked stern and probably a little disappointed… Dean of course was just laughing his ass off.

"Geishas are usually female" Sam pressed his answer through gritted teeth ineffectively trying not to look at the picture. It was like a car-accident really, no matter how awful the scene and no matter how little you actually wanted to see it, something made you look all the same.

"No, Sam", Tyra stated while shaking her head, "Your attitude is the real problem! You want to be a model, the client wants to see you as a Geisha, you have to sell it!"

Sam really didn't have anything to say to that. In fact he wasn't quite sure he understood the logic behind the statement in the first place, what he understood was that the Trickster really had to hate him with a passion though.

Tyra then gave Dean a look, which Dean countered with a flirty look, which she answered with a frown.

"Oh, you want my opinion", Dean realized and while he didn't exactly enjoy the Trickster's game he couldn't help smirking, "Come on, that just wasn't his theme. I'm seeing something like 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' or 'Ghost Whisperer'… but get a costume his size next time, there's way too much leg involved."

After all the scene-changes they had been subjected to both brothers realized the signs that their cameo appearance in 'America's Next Top Model' was coming to an end. Sam still managed to give Dean a final glare and grumble: "I hope we end up on American Idol next!"