Author's note: Thanks to Ghastly Eternity for beta reading and for suggesting today's scenario. I can honestly say I wouldn't have thought of this one all by myself. Thanks to everyone for reading and reviewing. I love you!

8

Unfortunately Dean didn't get to relieve some of the pent up frustration. He had been carrying around for quite some time, even before they were thrown into the next scenario.

It didn't help his mood any that this new world was by far too bright and colorful for his liking. It also didn't help that their tour-guide, or whatever he was, was wearing a purple jacket and a top hat, making him look quite freaky. Oh, and of course, there was the little thing about candy growing on trees and bushes and the chocolate river.

"This is just plain weird," Dean commented with a frown, poking at a crystallized apple, "Even for the Trickster."

"It's 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'," Sam replied with a deep frown, "Apparently the Johnny Depp version."

It really seemed like the Trickster was fond of remakes, in which case Sam could neither understand nor approve off. Oh well, he couldn't approve of kidnapping people and putting them into TV-shows either, or, to be completely honest, of any of the things the Trickster seemed to love doing.

"Do you like my meadow? Try the grass. Please have a blade, please do. It's so delectable and so darn good looking," Willy Wonka was telling his little tour group at that moment.

"You can eat the grass?" one of the children asked in wonder.

"Of course you can. Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that is called 'cannibalism', my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies," Willy Wonka answered in his usual tone of voice, which Dean was tempted to describe as a very bad Michael Jackson parody.

"Okay, what the hell?" Dean just had to ask his brother in a whisper, though not quite silently enough, not to be heard by the others as well, "That guy is creepy as hell and shouldn't be allowed anywhere near children!"

Sam couldn't disagree with that. He wasn't quite happy with the way they were drawing attention toward themselves, however. "Dude, tone it down! You know what happens to trouble-makers around here!" he hissed, not quite sure if Dean really knew what the consequences to acting up might be. Apparently he did however, which made Sam wonder which one of Dean's one-night stands had been a fan of either Johnny Depp or 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'.

"Oh please, like I'm afraid of the Oompa Loompas," Dean replied dismissively, "Also they only come for the kids and that'd be your role."

"Not if the roles were chosen by mental age," Sam muttered. With the way things had been going for him, Sam didn't really doubt that he'd be the one the Oompa Loompas would be coming for though.

Looking around, Sam did a quick headcount. If he wasn't remembering things very wrong, they were an additional pair of visitors, at least he was rather sure that he could identify all the other characters, and that nobody was missing. He frowned again. That meant they didn't really have a role in this and it wasn't exactly the kind of story where you could just add characters. On shows like Dr. Sexy or random talk-shows that worked perfectly well of course.

As had to be expected the fat kid of the group started to act up at that part and was already getting dangerously close to the chocolate river.

Sam knew how the scene was supposed to play out, he knew what was meant to happen, but when the moment came he couldn't quite help himself. If asked later on the younger Winchester would have to say, that he had been on his knees and reaching for the kid, before he had thought it through completely.

Augustus hadn't been in the liquid chocolate for longer than a few seconds, when Sam grabbed him and pulled him out again. He hadn't expected to be thanked or anything alike, but he hadn't expected everyone to practically freeze and stare at him either. Not even Augustus' himself seemed to know what to make of the change in the story.

"That is freaky," Dean finally broke the silence which had settled over the scene.

The brothers were standing next to each other, sort of expecting the other characters to attack them at any second, but they just kept standing in the exact positions they had been in when Sam had changed the story.

The motion returned when Willy Wonka decided to approach the Winchesters. Meanwhile, the others seemed to carry on as if nothing had happened. It probably wouldn't be long before Augustus was falling into the chocolate again, but this time Sam wouldn't even try to do anything about it.

"I was wondering how long it'd take for one of you to break out of character," Willy Wonka, who apparently wasn't who he looked like at all, stated with faked disappointment, "And I have to say I'm impressed. I thought you'd wait for one of the cuter kids to be in danger."

"Oh please, they're all insufferable brats. Might as well start with the first one," Dean retorted with a snort before he demanded, "Show your real face, dickwad!"

With a snap of his fingers, the Trickster returned to his usual appearance. "Don't you like Johnny Depp?" he asked with a smirk, his posture completely relaxed. They all were in a world he had created and controlled, it wasn't like they could do anything against him.

"His skin doesn't fit you," Dean shot back immediately, "I thought you were more of an Oompa Loompa."

Sam decided to enter the talk before the other two men had a chance to really get into a fight or something alike. Arguing wasn't getting them anywhere, anyway.

"Look, clearly we're not going to give in here, and clearly you won't change your mind about the entire 'play your roles!' business. Can't we call this a draw and go our separate ways?" he suggested, knowing that this was only wishful thinking. It wasn't like they had many options that didn't include trying to talk their situation over though.

"Nah," the Trickster replied right after Sam had stopped speaking, "I really like you two exactly where you are right now."

Both Winchesters would have had something to say to that, but before they even got to open their mouths a bunch of Oompa Loompas was already approaching them.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean summed up the situation and took a fighting stance. Sam sighed resigned, but prepared himself for a struggle as well anyway.

"Oompa Loompa, do-ba-dee-doo, I've got a perfect puzzle for you," the miniature people began to sing, not caring about their victims willingness to fight them in the slightest.

"Oompa Loompa, do-ba-dee-dee, if you are wise you'll listen to me," they went on in unison, even as the Winchesters successfully fought the first few of them off. It seemed like getting rid of one of them would make two others appear though.

"Sam and Dean are massive fools, they just won't learn to play by the rules," the song continued, and even more Oompa Loompas joined the attack group.

"They just won't take things as they are, not playing your roles won't get you far," they sang and finally managed to wrestle both Winchesters to the ground.

Moments later Sam and Dean were carried out of the room by at least a dozen Oompa Loompas each while the Trickster remained standing in the meadow, silently singing along with the song the miniature people were still performing.

Oh he still had plans for those boys, and he could keep them in TV-land for a very long time before anyone of import found out and he'd have to release them.

Sam and Dean both were in a bad mood when they arrived at the crime scene they had been sent to this time, but there was something that gave both of them some hope. They had gained the knowledge that the Trickster might be in the scene with them from their last adventure, and they both were determined to use that against the douchebag.

"Check out Sweet-Tooth over there," Sam stated, pointing one of the fake C.S.I.-guys out to his brother.

"Think that's him?" Dean asked, though he knew the answer to that one already. It was damn obvious. Actually it was too obvious, but Dean just knew that Sam knew that as well. Besides if the Trickster wanted to draw attention to that man, then they basically had to play along anyway.

What followed were moments that would make the top ten – top twenty at the very least – of the most embarrassing things either of them had ever had to do. Playing along with the scenario in this case unfortunately meant playing a part in a C.S.I. rip-off and that, of course, went hand in hand with bad puns and even worse acting.

The moment Dean staked their suspect without it having an immediate effect on their surroundings let Sam know that they had had their eyes on the wrong man, but fortunately more pieces of wood were lying around the scene, so all he really had to do was await his chance. It came just seconds later, and this time staking the bastard brought them back to the warehouse they had started at, or so they had thought at that moment anyway.

It shouldn't have surprised them that they couldn't kill the Trickster by staking him, but it somehow still did. Well, it wouldn't have been that surprising to find out that he had survived at a later point in time, but it was surprising to find out that he hadn't even released them from TV-land after being run through with a wooden stake.

Finding out about all that by realizing that Sam apparently had been turned into the Impala would have highly amused Dean if he hadn't been at the very end of his patience by that point.

At least the Winchester brothers got the time to brainstorm and think things through, while they were being trapped in this scenario, though. Thank God for TV-shows which were mainly about a guy driving around in his talking car.

The way the Trickster had been talking to Castiel, the way he was so much more powerful, than he should have been, how he cared about angel-business and other little bits and pieces came together to form a clear and not too unlikely explanation. And the best about this was that it was giving them a real chance of getting back to the real world.

Also scratch the part about having to be on a procedural cop show being real embarrassing. You didn't know what embarrassing meant until you had to dig around for holy oil in your brother's trunk, or until your brother was searching for something in your trunk for that matter.

After Dean had set up the trap – Sam had a really good excuse for not helping with this one – it was nearly surprisingly easy to lure the Trickster into standing in the ring of holy oil, and once - the finally changed back - Sam had ignited it, holy fire.

"Maybe you've always been an angel," Dean stated, repressing the thought that in an entirely different setting this might as well have been a pick-up line.

"I'll tell you what. You just jump out of the holy fire, and we'll call it our mistake," the older Winchester finished emotionlessly and just like that they finally were back in the real world.

Author's note: So... yeah... this is the second to last chapter for this fic. I'm so breaking hearts right now, ain't I? However, there'll be a sequel dealing with the rest of the Apocalypse... with minor and major changes. I'll put the first chapter up a day or two after I finish this fic. Maybe some of you will be interested into that...